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I feel heat zap up my spine, signaling my impending release. Tess’s head thrashes against the pillow, and she cries out. Her body clamps down on my cock and her second orgasm rakes through her. This one powerful enough to take me with her. We come together in a series of cries and animalistic noises, my cum shooting inside of her so powerful, it feels as if my cock vibrates from it.
When it’s done, we’re nothing but grunting animals, breathing hard, and covered in perspiration. The scent of sex is heavy in the air. My moans join her whimpers as I leave her body. I land to the side of her, making the mattress bounce slightly. I take her in my arms, needing her as close as I can since I’m not inside of her anymore.
“Holy hell. That was…wow.”
I smile at her softly spoken affirmation.
“I love you, Kitten.”
She hugs me tight for a second and then eases the pressure while still keeping her arms around me.
“I love you too, Max. I love you so much.”
“No more doubts or hiding, Tess.” When her body tenses up, and it feels like she might argue, I stop her with a kiss on her forehead. “For either of us, Kitten. This is it. We’ll weather whatever comes our way, together.”
“No more decisions alone, Max. We’re a team now.”
“No more decisions alone,” I agree.
My fingers thread through hers, and I raise our hands so I can see them together…joined.
“Why are you on birth control, Tess?”
“The doctor asked after my last checkup if I wanted to go on it. I wasn’t sure where we stood, but Marcum said you’d be coming home soon. It seemed like the thing to do,” she yawns, curling deeper into my hold.
“You wanted me, even with all of the fuck-ups I kept making?”
“I’ll always want you, Max. Always,” she says kissing my shoulder. “You’re what I’ve wanted my entire life. You and Maddie are my family. You’re where I belong.”
I close my eyes and let her words wash over me. Emotion nearly chokes me and I can feel moisture gather.
“Same goes for me, Kitten,” I tell her, my voice thick.
“Good, because I’m not letting you go.”
“Never give up on me, Kitten.”
“I never have. Even when you were an ass,” she says, and I can’t help but laugh because she’s right. I was an ass. “I’m sleepy, Max. I think you zapped me,” she says, yawning again.
“Nonsense, you just need your stamina built up. I’ll make that my life’s mission.”
“Ut oh.”
I bury my head in the side of her neck and nibble on the flesh there. She purrs and shifts against me, her body already searching for more.
“I want another baby with you, Tess,” I tell her licking the skin I’ve been torturing and trying to pretend my statement isn’t worrying me. She has every reason to say no.
“Max…”
“I’d be here every step of the way this time, Kitten.”
“Max…” I hear the hesitation in her voice, and I tap down my disappointment. If all we have, is each other and Maddie, I’m okay with that.
“It’s okay, Tess. We don’t have to …”
Her fingers cover my lips, and I look down at her. Her eyes are bright again, with happiness.
“I want another baby with you, Max. It’s just; I was kind of thinking about going to law school.”
“Law school?” I ask her, unable to resist kissing her lips again.
“I do most of the work now, but I’m useless when it comes to going in front of the court to fight for my clients. I want to be on the frontline, so that when people like you go to trial, you have someone who cares about what happens. When a person who has served their time comes up for parole, there should be someone with them who cares about their case. I want to do that.”
“So go to law school,” I tell her, feeling at peace with the world. I lay on my back and pull her over my body, so she straddles me.
“But if we have a baby…”
“We can do both. My hours are flexible at the shop. In fact, the boys can pretty much handle it without me. I might even bring Lenny in as a partner. He’s been doing it all since I’ve been gone anyways. I can stay home and take care of Maddie and any other baby we’re lucky enough to have.”
“Seems like you have this all worked out,” she says, and her smile speaks volumes, but it’s the tears in her eyes that tell me she’s happy.
“Pretty much. Now if you’d just get busy and do what you need to do.”
“Throw away my birth control?”
“Well that too, but I meant ride your man.”
“You’re not too tired?” She asks with a saucy grin.
“I’ve got a lot to make up for,” I tell her, groaning as she lifts up and wraps her hand around the base of my cock.
“We have time now, Max.” She says sliding down on my shaft.
“That we do, Kitten. That we do,” I agree, taking her mouth with mine.
As she starts riding me, I realize that Tess has done the impossible. She’s made me believe in fairytales.
And They Lived
Happily Ever After
Turn the Page for a sample of Book Two:
Unjustified Demands
Unjustified Demands
1
Roman
“Boss, we got a problem.”
I’m looking out, over the one-way window of my upstairs office that shows the bar and dance floor below. Here I was, thinking it was going to be a slow night. I own one of the premiere nightclubs in Miami and for the most part, things run smoothly. I have my fingers in a lot of pots though, so I can’t help but worry about what Joe deems a problem.
“What’s up, Joe?” Big Joe is my right-hand man and my number one bouncer. He can usually handle anything, so for him to come to me is enough to set off warning bells. I swivel my chair around to look at him.
“That kid you caught trying to sell his shit in the club last week?”
“Yeah?”
“He’s got family.”
“I fail to see why this concerns me, Joe.”
It sounds cold. Then again, I am fucking cold. I gave the kid two chances after pushing his crap in my club. He didn’t listen. The way I see it, three strikes, and you’re out. I’d already been more lenient with him than I would be others. He was so fucking young. Twenty-one. Young, dumb and full of cum. Hell at forty-two I’m starting to think I’m too damned old to be doing this job anymore. I have money—more than enough money. Maybe I should just seek out some sandy beach, and call it a day. Greece, maybe. My mother’s family was from there. Even if my mother was a fucking bitch, maybe I’ll have an affinity for the country.
“His sister has been making waves,” he says.
“Again, why do I care?” I ask, taking a drink of my Scotch. It’s aged perfectly and the burn, going down, soothes me.
“She’s been talking to the cops.”
“Fucking hell. What does she know?”
“Not a lot. But you know the badges. They hear your name, and they’re going to come running.”
I sigh. He’s not wrong. They just hear the name Roman Anthes, and they descend on my club, my company and any holdings I have; poking around. Since I’m trying to broker a deal to get into bed with the Russians that could be disastrous right now.
“Where is this sister?”
“That’s just it, boss. You just hired her.”
“I haven’t hired anyone here at the club in months,” I argue. I’m very careful about the workers I hire. I make sure I have them all vetted out carefully and meticulously.
“Not here. She started work at The Dive.”
“Waitress?” The Dive is a strip joint on the edge of the low-rent side of town. I won the fucking thing in a card game. Had plans for selling it off, just haven’t gotten around to it yet.
“Dancer. You gave Yoly the okay to hire her a couple of weeks ago. She’s starting to get pretty popular. Yo says business has tr
ipled since she started.”
“Does she have any idea who she works for?”
“Don’t see how she could boss. No one knows you won the place, and those papers are buried and tangled so deep, even the feds couldn’t find them.”
“Do you have her file?”
“Sure thing,” he says, passing a plain manila folder to me.
“What do we have on her?” I ask, opening the folder and moving my fingers over the glossy 5”x7” picture stapled to the application. It’s a blonde with medium length hair that is cut to curl toward her face and accent her strong cheekbones. Her eyes are blue and the color of the sky. I have all my dancers photographed in nothing but their underwear, and she’s definitely got the body to make men beg. I thumb through the rest of it quickly.
“Just what’s in the file, boss. Well, that and obviously her affection for her brother.”
“What did we do with the little fucker?” I ask him, my eyes keep going back to the photo of the blonde.
“He’s at the warehouse. You have him in one of the containers.”
“So, not yet, dead.”
“No, but only because Bruno has been out for his kid’s surgery.”
“How is Thomas?”
“It was a success, thanks to your generosity. Thomas may even be able to walk after some therapy.”
“Good, good. Tell Bruno to hold off.”
“What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking the asshole might yet prove of use to me,” I tell him without expanding. He knows me well enough that he just closes the door leaving me to my thoughts.
Ana Stevens. The pretty blonde dancer has no idea what trouble she just landed into. I reach down and adjust my cock because the son of a bitch has been rock hard since looking at Ana’s picture. Why does it suddenly feel like my day is looking up?
