I’m going to be sick. Downright sick, all over the fancy red carpet. Camera flashes blind me as I walk beside Whitaker. Questions get fired at us, one right after the other, so many in fact that it’s completely overwhelming which only adds to my stomach’s queasiness.

“Tell us about your new girlfriend?”

“Is she your girlfriend?”

“Who are you wearing?”

“What kind of club did you meet at?”

“Were you naked, Stassia?”

Whitaker smiles, waving every so often as we walk down the carpet. He keeps one hand wrapped around my waist, his fingers gripping my hip tightly. We stop at a designated area and pose next to one another while the camera’s flash.

“TMZ, come talk to us,” a man shouts waving his microphone.

Slowly, we walk over to the microphone. “Hey,” Whitaker smiles.

“Who is this alluring creature, and how long have you been together?” he asks.

Whitaker chuckles, “Stassia is my fiancée,” Whitaker winks before he begins to walk away. The reporter shouts a million more questions but they all fade away.

“Why did you tell him?” I ask, once we’re out of earshot.

Whitaker dips his chin, his lips brushing mine. “Aside from the fact that once they dissect these pictures, everyone will see the gigantic rock I slipped on your finger. I’m also just plain fucking proud to be marrying you, little girl.”

Tipping my head back, I brush my lips along his dark scruff. “I love you so much,” I breathe.

He lowers his head, his lips touching mine and his tongue peeks out to taste my mouth. “I want to fuck you,” he rasps.

“I’m still sore from an hour ago,” I admit.

He chuckles. “Good. I want that pussy aching twenty-four seven.”

Shaking my head, I move my hand over and use my thumb to wipe some of my lipstick from his mouth.

“I love you, Whitaker.”

His grin widens and his hands wrap around my waist tugging me against his chest. “Love you more than you could know, little girl.”

I shift. My bare feet in the sand, hating the feel and wondering why I agreed to this shit. Then my father clears his throat and I lift my head. She’s there, my father on one side of her, a bouquet of flowers in her opposite hand.

She’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. If I thought she was beautiful in the white lace she wore the day I bought her, I didn’t know what true beauty was.

Stassia walks toward me, barefoot and draped in an extremely low V-neckline white lace gown. This time it has a lining so I can’t see her naked body. I don’t need to, though. I know what every square inch of her smells, tastes, and feels like.

I hear Aldrich clear his throat but I can’t rip my gaze away from her, away from the woman who is about to become my wife.

The ceremony is short and sweet. We’re on a private beach, rented just for this purpose, for this event. I didn’t want the paparazzi anywhere near us. The pictures that make it into the magazines are ones that we will submit.

We’re surrounded by fifteen of our closest family and friends. They watch as we say our vows, then kiss. The pastor pronounces us husband and wife and everyone cheers.

“We have another announcement,” I call out and our friends go quiet, as they wait. “We’re having a baby,” I practically shout.

My mother holds her hand up to her parted lips and tears fill her eyes. My father’s gaze meets my own and he smiles. It’s genuine, both of their reactions are. They are happy, happy for me, and they love Stassia.

The past several months have been a whirlwind, especially with the movie shoot, but my mom has been there helping Stassi the entire time. She’s explained the process, and been a listening ear for her. She’s also been around physically and keeping Stassi occupied while I work crazy hours.

“I’m so happy for you both,” my mother exhales as she walks up to us. She gives Stassi a hug first, then me. “You’ve made the right decisions with her. I’m so proud of you, Whit,” she murmurs.

I hold my mother a bit tighter keeping her close to me for a moment before I release her. Then my father appears. “Didn’t think this moment would come,” he murmurs.

“What moment?” I ask with a smirk.

My father shakes his head, lifting his hand and places it on my shoulder. He squeezes me and his eyes meet mine. “I was worried about her, about this and mainly about you. But you knew what you were doing. You chose right, son. No matter how it began. Doesn’t matter. This is where she was meant to be, who you were meant to have.”

Clearing my throat, I lift my chin. “Absolutely, dad.” I nod in agreement.

Leading my woman out in the middle of the sandy beach, the music begins and I pull her against my chest. We sway to the music, a song I don’t even hear. All I can see and smell is her. She surrounds me. All of her was meant for all of me.

Lowering my head, I press my lips to hers and fill her mouth with my tongue. She moans into my mouth, I swallow it down, moaning at the feel of her sweet surrendered kiss.

My wife.

The love of my life.

The new movie is a hit. The premiere was last night, though we didn’t stay until the end. We watched the movie, then left. Both of us wanted to come home to Marlee. Our sweet baby girl was born just a few months ago and leaving her last night was the first time I’d ever been away from her. It was difficult to say the least.

Tonight, Whitaker is filming the second movie, but they’re wrapping up early. I’m glad for it. I need him. I need to feel the ache of him inside of me. I’ve missed it. I’ve missed him, my husband. My lover.

“Stassi?” he calls out from the bottom of the staircase.

I’m up in my turret.

Naked in the middle of the bed.

I haven’t really been up here much since the night I attempted to run away over a year ago. However, I felt it would be a fun place to play tonight.

“Stassi, what are you…” his words trail off.

Lifting my gaze to his, I smile. He grunts, then smirks as he closes the door behind him. “What are you doing, little girl?”

I’m naked, showing a new body he hasn’t seen much of since Marlee came into this world. I’m fuller, and rounder everywhere. I’m not comfortable in my new skin yet, but the way his gaze devours me in this moment, I feel sexy.

“You’re gorgeous,” he rasps.

I watch as he removes his clothes. “How was work?” I breathe.

He shakes his head. “Not talking about the movie tonight, tonight I’m fucking my gorgeous wife,” he chuckles.

Whitaker slowly climbs onto the bed, lifting his hand he places it in the center of my chest. “You are absolutely stunning,” he rasps.

My breath hitches as he guides me over to the headboard. I watch him lean his back against it, then he tugs me across his lap.

“I want to watch you ride me, Stassi. I want to see all of you,” he murmurs.

Grinding my pussy along his hard cock, I whimper as I lower my head and brush my lips across his. Shifting, I take his cock in my hand and slowly sink down along his thick dick. It stings as he stretches me. I’d forgotten how big he was, and how long it had taken me to get used to his size.

“Slow, little girl,” he grunts.

I pull up, then sink down on his cock, over and over. Slowly I take more of him inside of me with every stroke. Eventually I’m completely seated, taking all of him inside of my body. I roll my hips, grinding against his pelvis, not wanting to lift up, because I enjoy the way he feels buried so damn deep.

“Stassi,” he groans, his hands wrapping around my hips.

I whimper, my head falling backward as I arch my back closer. Whitaker leans forward, his lips wrapping around my nipple. He feasts on me, as I ride him. It’s one of the most sensual moments of my life.

I’d missed him, missed this, missed us.

“Putting another baby inside of you, Stassia,” he grunts, lifting me off of his cock, then slamming me back down.

“It’s too soon,” I whimper as I stretch around him, loving the way it feels as he stretches me to the point of pain.

He snorts. “I want a whole fucking houseful of kids, little one,” he grins, looking up at me. “And I have a big fucking house.”

“Whitaker,” I moan.

I want to give him that too. He’s an amazing father. Absolutely amazing. I ride him, this time with intent. I want him to plant another baby inside of me. It’s probably too soon, but it’s what he wants, and I plan on always giving him what he wants, as long as I can.

That’s what you do when you love someone, you give them every possible thing you can. Just like he gave me love when I never had any. He gave me a home, safety, and all the love in the world. He’s giving me everything.

Throwing my head back, I come on a sob just as he fills me with his release.

I leave Stassia in the turret, sleeping peacefully, and exhausted. I can’t help myself. I have to see my baby. Sneaking into her room, I look down at her from above her crib. She’s awake, her big green eyes meeting mine and her arms and legs start moving like crazy.

Unable to resist, I lean down and pick her up. I change her, and carry her back up to her mama. If I could feed her, too, I would. However, Stassia is still breastfeeding, and although Marlee will take a bottle, like her father, she prefers the breast.

“I knew she would be hungry,” Stassia grumbles as she rearranges herself and leans her back against the headboard.

Sitting down, I hand Marlee over. The little sweet girl, goes directly for her target. I watch as she sucks on Stassi’s breast.

“Do you think that we made another baby tonight?” I ask lifting my gaze to Stassia.

She smiles, reaching for my hand, she laces her fingers in my own. “I hope so, but if we didn’t, we’ll just have to try every single day until it takes,” she winks.

“I love you. I love this life,” I state.

Stassia’s face softens and her fingers squeeze mine. “You’ve given me more than I ever expected. I love us, and this life, and everything you’ve shared with me, Whitaker. Thank you for being the man of my dreams,” she rasps.

I smile, leaning forward, I brush my lips with hers. She is my dream. My everything. Mine. My Stassia.