I need to piss. I need to check the messages blowing up my phone. I need to haul ass back to Chicago and ramp the team for Creed's downfall. But I can't do a damn thing except stare at her beautiful face tucked against my bicep. The muscle twitching like the rest of me with the insatiable need to roll her on her back and fill her sweet pussy again.

But I know she has to be sore. And exhausted. So I let her sleep after climbing back into the bed. Welcoming her contented sigh when she cuddles against me again. Hoping she'll feel the same way about the huge rock I slide onto her elegant finger. Eighteen carat white oval surrounded by black pave diamonds. My darkness to her light. Perfect. She may have felt doubt before she drifted off, but I'm going to make damn sure there isn't any when she wakes.

A soft rumble growls in her belly. Already eight am our time. No wonder she's hungry. By now she'd be eating breakfast with Eli. Maybe me too if I was working from home. I stroke across her flat stomach. Imagining the baby that might already be developing underneath the cashmere skin. That's fucking sexy. I've never really thought about pregnant chicks one way or the other. But to think of her rounded with my son or daughter, her gorgeous tits swollen in anticipation. A cute waddle when she searches the kitchen to feed her cravings for pickles or ice cream or pineapple. I want to be there for all of that. Be a part of everything.

Her newly ringed fingers thread through mine, and she releases a soft moan as she stretches. A contented smile curling her lips before she opens her eyes. Already happy. Already making me rock hard.

"Good morning."

Fuck yeah it is. "Good morning. I thought maybe you were going to sleep all day." My resolve to be good breaks with her peaceful sigh, and I thumb her rosy nipple, twisting enough to make her body lift, giving me an up-close view of her beauty. "Must have been pretty good cock last night to wear you out like this."

"Yeah, it was okay I guess."

She feigns a shrug and a smirk, but laughter engulfs her instead. Oh baby girl, I can play too. "I'm sorry to disappoint you." Palming her thigh, I spread her legs apart and kneel between them. Letting my fingertips drift closer to her already glistening pussy but never quite touching.

She writhes under my huge hands. Begging for the release she needs, but refusing to ask for it. Funny how she thinks she can break me first. Well, I guess since she keeps winning, I can see why she assumes as much. Fuck me. This girl is going to be the fucking death of me.

Her eyes squeeze shut while her lips part. Chest heaving with quick breathes. Knees bending to get some leverage with her feet. All fruitless with my stubbornness. "I guess you don't want it again."

"Can I get a rain check? Maybe tomorrow?"

I should spank her adorable ass. But I'm too fucking turned on to do anything but fuck her. Although I have to fucking control my desire. Reminding myself of the proof of her virginity still dappling our legs and chests. I cover her gorgeous body with mine, grazing her throat with soft, teasing kisses. "Are you sure you want to wait?"

"No."

I look up and meet her beautiful blue eyes. Finally open, wide and ready for me, as much as her heart and body. The playfulness evaporates from her sincerity. Welcoming my body coupling with hers. "I want you, but I don't want to hurt you. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, because I know you'll be gentle with me."

“Always.” My gaze locks with hers. Reassuring her I could never be anything else with her. I rub the head of my cock through her pink folds. Coating the tip with her arousal. Priming her to accept me again. Her throaty moan encourages me, sucking in the corner of her plump lip as she watches me. Which is insanely fucking hot.

Using all of my restraint, I slowly slide inside. Only a few inches penetrate her before she gasps and rears back. An involuntary response to the pain blanching her face. And fucking stabbing my chest.

Damn it. I knew it was too fucking soon. Cursing myself for not waiting like I fucking should have, I pull out. Nothing's worth hurting my angel.

"Wait!" Embarrassment glows scarlet on her cheeks. "It's okay."

The fuck it is. "No, it’s not.”

"Try again." Insistent fingers dig into my lower back, urging me forward. “Please? I promise I won’t resist.”

I bite back a shitty response, well aware it's meant more for me than her. We only solidified this relationship last night. I can't expect her to completely trust me yet. To have faith in my assertion that just being herself is enough. That she doesn’t have to work at pleasing me. I cup her face, warm and smooth against my calloused skin. “I know, but I will never hurt you no matter how much I want to fuck you.”

She leans into my caress. Chasing the comfort of absolution she doesn’t need. Or ever have to fucking ask for.

"I don't want to disappoint you."

"That will never fucking happen."

At my definitive tone, her hands slide to my chest, and she gives me a growing smile. Relief softening her rigid body and brightening her expression. Good. Now that’s settled, we can enjoy the remainder of our trip. Maybe a run on the beach before we have to head home. “Do you want to go‒”

Enormous eyes jerk from the glistening stone on her delicate finger to my face. I swear to god I can see her pulse pounding in her neck. Oh yeah, the ring. Now I’m the one with the huge ass grin. I fucking love surprising her.

"Oh my God, Luciano! What is this?"

Long hair billows in my face and her huge tits bounce dangerously close to my mouth as she scrambles to scoot out from underneath me. I roll on my side giving her freedom. At least in this bed. In this moment. That’s as far as I’ll ever let her fucking go.

A trembling hand holds her shaking fingers closer to her face, scrunched in disbelief. Fucking gorgeous sitting naked in front of me. Stunning. Sweet. Mine.

Now it's my turn to feign a nonchalant shrug. "Your engagement ring."

"B-but, but you didn't propose!"

I hold back a laugh from her spluttering in shock. "Would you have said no?"

I'm so fucking smug, yet not as confident as I sound. The fear of her rejection too much for me to fucking bear. But I’m a cocky bastard who admits nothing.

She shakes her head, lips pursing. But she doesn’t cry. Or slap me for my arrogance. Instead, she reaches for me. Wrapping her fingers around the olive skin where my wedding band will go.

“We’re getting married?" A giggle tangled with a sob shakes her shoulders. "We're getting married, and I'm going to be your wife.”

Fuck me if those words don’t roll of her tongue smoother than the richest wine. Luscious and decadent, unable to ever completely disappear. Never have I wanted to fuck her more. Instead I settle for her body coiling around mine. Her heart pounding against my own racing chest. "Yeah, angel. My wife."

"I love you so much."

God, it must be fucking love for me to resist the ecstasy rolling through me from her arms coiled around my neck. Her legs wrapped around my waist. My cock centimeters from her poor battered pussy. That deserves to heal before I take her again. Cold shower for me. But so fucking worth it. All I can do is mumble with her lips pushing against mine. "I love you too."

* * *

I am so fucking whipped. I don't know at what point exactly that I lost my god damn balls, and I'm not sure if I'll ever get them back. But right now I don't give a fuck. I just need to find her.

A pulsing beat greets me when I step inside the house, growing louder as I stride down the hallway. Fuck, it's even better than I imagined when I reach the kitchen. She's fucking sexy as hell swaying her hips to the rhythm next to Eli who's trying his damnedest to keep up with her sensual moves. Fuck, baby girl can dance. Which I need to make sure she does for me tonight.

Her carefree laugh fills the air as the song fades away, and she scoops him up, spinning around with him. His feet floating out from her waist as they swirl. Both of them ecstatic. Pure bliss illuminating their radiant faces, and warming my pounding heart when the realization hits me.

This is my life now.

They will always be here when I come home. After a shitty day or a hellish night, this family will be waiting for me. My family.

It's what I've always wanted. But to actually fucking see it. To have the results of my scheming become reality, is worth all the hell we went through. That I put her through.

They're so fucking beautiful together. More than I could have ever imagined.

Eli sways a bit after she sets him on his feet. Dizzy eyes meet mine, and he beckons to me, small hands grubby with remnants from the baking supplies spread across the table. "Dance with us!"

Loving her blush when I wink at her. "Okay.”

He claps like a maniac when I curl my fingers over hers, lift her arm, and twirl her like a ballerina. Her huge tits smash into my chest when I plaster her body against mine and waltz a few steps before I dip her low enough her hair brushes the hardwood. Kissing her gorgeous smiling mouth, I earn another fervent round of applause from him when I rise with a flourish and tuck her into my side for a deep bow.

"Again! Again!"

I love him more than I can explain. But, I need him gone. At least for a few minutes. I really am a devious bastard. "Guess what? Ty's got his Harley in the driveway. You better go check it out before he leaves."

His small body jerks and his eyes almost burst with joy as if I said Santa Clause himself was here with a sleigh full of presents. Because in his mind Ty's bike is the ultimate toy. That he rarely gets to play with since Ty's a fucking pussy ass and only takes his baby out in perfect weather. Luckily, it’s sunny and warm this afternoon. Even better, Ty enjoys sharing his passion with Eli and will indulge him, letting him shine the chrome with his special cloths and try on his helmet. Which buys me plenty of time to fuck my girl.

Without a word, he races out of the room. She offers an indulgent smile to his ghost and then pecks my cheek, hurrying to grab a bag of flour off the table.

"Hi."

Fuck that. I need more than a quick kiss. No matter how busy she is. Like I give a damn that they've made a mess. That shit can wait. She needs to learn how to fucking greet me when I get home.

I trail after her into the pantry and shove the door shut behind me. Before she can turn around, I thrust myself against her back and run my hands up her torso, palming her heavy breasts. Fucking loving the feel of the nipples hardening under my fingers. Of her body arching to push them deeper into my hands. My teeth sink into her shoulder. Not enough to break the skin but enough that she knows I mean fucking business. "I thought you'd be happier to see me."

"I am. I just..."

One hand glides down her smooth stomach, bypassing her shorts and dipping into her panties, wetness already coating the silk. "What?"

"I wanted..."

Fuck that's sexy that she can't even speak with my fingers stroking her soaked folds. Lingering by her throbbing clit before I sweep downward again. "I've been thinking about fucking this gorgeous pussy all day."

"Y-you have?"

"Yeah, I have." I drive my other hand up the nape of her neck and curl the long blond strands around my fist. Twisting her head backward to get me closer to those fucking amazing lips, which I brush with mine. "Did you miss me too?"

"Yes."

No fucking doubt or stuttering in the assertion she whispers into my mouth. Reminding me she needs to be tortured just a bit more before we both earn the pleasure we seek. Swallowing down the chuckle in my throat, I release her completely, dropping my hands to my sides. While my cock still bobs upward like a magnet to the dripping paradise between her thighs. "I don't believe you."

She grabs the edge of the white shelf to keep from tumbling forward, suddenly having to support her own weight without me possessing her sweet body. For a few seconds anyway. I won't be able to hold out much longer. Which my furious cock reminds of straining against my pants. I hiss into her ear. "Not with that virginal kiss you gave me. Which both of us know you aren't anymore."

A shudder rolls through her from my reminder of almost forty-eight hours ago. Of the best fucking night of my life. Hopefully hers too.

"I thought about you all day. I couldn't wait to see you."

“That’s better.” Electricity shoots through my balls and up my length from her earnest tone. Breathless and thick with longing. Eager for me and my cock. With the last remaining ounce of restraint I have, I force myself to keep from bending her over and sinking inside her wet heat. "Now prove it."

Her petite body stiffens from my dare. My girl loves a challenge. She spins around, wildness in her eyes that I fucking love. Permanently replacing the uncertainty that used to linger in them. "You want me to show you?"

A raspy groan rumbles deep in my throat. Unable to hide my body's response to her feisty threat. So fucking hot. "Yeah, I want you to fucking show me."

Pink nails drag down my tie to my belt, wrapping around the black buckle to tip me closer. Like the slick move of a more experienced woman, her dainty fingers palm my hard-on at the same time she sucks in my bottom lip. Breaking the seam and plunging her tongue inside. The rich taste of chocolate saturates my mouth almost as delectable as her.

Fucking hell. My hips follow her hand as she yanks down the zipper and breaches my boxer briefs to skim across the taut skin, already slick with my arousal. Fuck me if my own fingers fumble trying to slide open the button to give her more access. I’ve totally fucking lost control with her hand on my dick, like I’m a fucking teenager being touched for the very first fucking time. My eyes sink shut when she strokes me, tickling the hypersensitive skin with her fingernails. “Damn, baby girl, you feel amazing.”

“I’ve never done this before but I want to try.” Her warm breath billows across the head. “If that’s okay?”

Fucking blowing my ass away when I open my eyes to find her kneeling in front of me on the housekeeper’s step stool, her lips a hair’s width from my cock. “Fuck yes, it’s okay.”

A huge smile lights up her face for a fleeting moment before she kisses the head. I almost fucking cum on her chin when she tastes the white cream on her lips, shrugging with acceptance of the musky saltiness. My fingers shoot through her hair as she explores me with her tongue, sucking in the tip. A primal moan rips from my chest when she takes me deeper, my cock brushing the back of her throat. Fuck me. She must have absolutely zero gag reflex to accept so much of me.

I cup her scalp to keep my balance, but she doesn’t need me to guide her at all. Angel knows exactly what the fuck to do to make my dick blissfully happy. Impressing me beyond reason with her talents and her courage to try something so intimidating without any hesitation.

Sweat runs down my back from the fire racing through me. My muscles coiling with anticipation as I fuck her sweet mouth, her small hands pumping where her lips can’t reach. I can’t fucking think or speak or move. All I can do is watch this fucking amazing woman pleasuring me.

Her eyes clenched shut in deep concentration. Her gorgeous breasts bouncing with the rhythm of her bobbing head. On her knees with legs spread for the pussy I can’t keep from stroking through her tiny shorts. The ache in my balls becomes unbearable when she groans around my dick from me caressing her. Arching into my palm when I sneak past the linen and rub the lace between her thighs. Eliciting another mewl of desire.

I can’t hold back and explode in her mouth. Fucking shit. She takes it all. Pausing for only a breath before swallowing down my release with huge gulps while I thrust until I’m spent. An orgasm so powerful my knees almost fucking buckle when I pull out.

Dainty fingers brush over her mouth, and she looks up to me. A hopeful smile lifting her cheeks.

“Was that all right?”

Fuck me. She has no idea how fucking incredible she is. I can’t even answer with words. I slide my hands under her arms and lift her up. Ecstatic when her legs automatically wrap around my waist. I crush my mouth to hers, ignoring the taste of my seed on her tongue that I normally can’t fucking stand. But I have to have her.

Boxes and jars tumble to the floor, splashing olive oil onto my pant legs, as we crash into the shelving. Still unable to comprehend how much this beautiful woman can love me so much. Pinned against the wall, she lifts enough for me to grasp her waistband and push her bottoms down and off. As soon as she’s free from the fabric she coils around me again like a viper. Her dripping sex rubbing over my rock hard cock. "Do you want me to fuck you, angel?"

“Please.”

Her breathless whisper is the only approval I need, and I slide into her. Smooth and easy as silk with her sweet pussy healed from me breaking her before. I do all the fucking work this time. Slowly guiding her hips up and down my shaft, allowing her body to adjust to my size. Another sexy moan as I bring her forward, stretching her and grinding her clit against my torso for a new sensation she seems to love. If her mouth sucking on the crook of my neck is any indication. So good I don’t even give a damn if she leaves a mark.

Once I’m seated as deep as I can go, I pound into her with all the restraint I can muster to avoid injuring her delicate frame. With focused determination, I thrust with only two goals in mind. Getting her off and getting her pregnant. “You’re going to be so fucking glorious with my baby in your belly.”

She lifts from my shoulder, eyes heavy with lust, meeting mine. Her fingers weave through my hair, clutching the short strands. Keeping us locked together, breathing the same sweet air. “Because I’m yours.”

Her pussy clenches around me from her conviction. Squeezing my cock tighter with her pulsing walls. “Fuck yes you are, and don’t you ever fucking forget it.”

Bobbing erratically with agreement, her head rubs against mine. She floats on the edge, nowhere to go but higher. Fingernails digging into my scalp as her body spasms, desperate to break free.

I growl in her ear. “Let go angel, and fly for me.”

She cries out my name with her fucking magnificent release, and I hold her for all I’m worth when she falls against my chest, still vibrating from the power of her body succumbing to ecstasy. Until a giggle bounces over my hot skin.

“You are a mess.”

I follow her gaze to the splatters covering my legs and shoes. First time I’ve ever fucked with my pants still on or ruined a seven thousand dollar suit doing it. But worth every fucking penny to see her so fucking happy. “You going to make me clean?”

“Oh! I’ve never had shower sex before!”

Fuck. Me. This girl is going to be the death of me. My cock mirrors her enthusiasm, already ready for round three. “Then let me show you what you’ve been missing.”

“But we should clean this up before Mrs. Benson‒”

I cover her mouth with mine, stifling her good heartedness with a coaxing tongue. Much easier to deal with an irritated housekeeper than my angry dick, desperate and hungry to be dirty with her now. We’ll just have to be good later. Well, at least I know one of us will be.