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“Chase!” she cried out. Her body went taut, and her pussy clamped down on my dick, and good Christ, I was coming again.
The elevator reached my penthouse, but I was too lost in her to stop.
When I was done, I gripped her around the waist with one arm, and the other hand I pressed against the wall to keep myself upright.
Both of us were breathing heavily, too much to talk. But eventually, I was able to pull away, press the door open button since the door had closed, and carry her, still wrapped around me, into the apartment. I headed straight for my bedroom, and with a groan, collapsed on the bed with her.
“Fuck,” I was finally able to muster.
She rolled off me and onto her back. “I agree.”
I laughed. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Say what?” Her head turned to look at me.
“Fuck.”
A pink tinge came to her cheeks. It was adorable.
“I don’t talk like that.”
“You did to professor fuckface,” I pointed out.
“Yeah, well, I was mad.”
I rolled to my side. “I’m sorry I doubted you. I won’t do that again.”
She smiled, but I had a feeling that she didn’t believe me. She probably knew I’d try to act right, but that I’d probably lose it again. I hoped I’d be able to prove her wrong.
“However, fuck is a word that can be for more than expressing anger.”
“I know. You say it when you touch me sometimes.”
“Does it bother you?” It would be hard to stop saying it, but if she didn’t like it, I’d try.
“No. It turns me on. It makes me think I’m irresistible.”
“You are that, Sara.” I reached out and caressed her face. “Do you find me sexy?”
She grinned. “You know I do.”
“How do I know?”
She took my hand and pressed it over her tit. “You make me ache with need.” Her nipple hardened under my hand. Christ, she was insatiable. She brought my hand lower. “And you make me wet.” I stroked her pussy, filled with my cum and her juices.
She looked me in the eyes. “I hope your baby is growing already.”
My heart rolled in my chest.
“I hope he looks like you,” she added.
Jesus, she fucking undid me. “And that he’s as sweet as you.” I kissed her, this time working to take things a bit slower, which wasn’t easy, because once she got me going, my need was like a pressurized bomb.
We came together, and I pulled her close, kissing her temple, completely at peace and contented with her in my arms. It was a foreign feeling, yet completely welcome.
Eventually, she rolled away and started to get up.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“To my room.”
Jesus, I was a fucking asshole. I reached out for her. “Stay here.”
She looked at me as if she wasn’t sure what I said.
“Stay,” I said again.
She lay back down and let me pull her back into my arms. I loved the feeling of having her there and I had an overwhelming desire to make sure she stayed there forever, but that feeling was foreign too. Was it love? Or was I just bewitched by a captivating woman?
A part of me wanted to tell her what I was thinking, but I wasn’t sure what it meant. I wanted her to sleep in my bed. To raise my child, perhaps even several children. I wanted her to believe that I cared for her and thought she was special. I wanted to turn this deal we had into something else.
My stomach flipped in a mixture of fear and excitement. I was in new territory here and was uncertain what to do. Right now, my only thought was to keep her close. But if I was to truly make her feel settled, I needed to be a better husband. She put up with so much since we entered our deal. Not just from me but also from my brothers.
I’d have to figure out something I could do for her, but right now, I was exhausted. I looked down, and Sara was already asleep. I closed my eyes and let sleep come.
The next morning, I woke knowing exactly what I needed to do. We hadn’t had a honeymoon, and while I couldn’t take any significant time off, I could whisk her away for a quick retreat.
She was still sound asleep in my bed. Waking with her there seemed like the most natural and perfect thing. I didn’t want to leave her, but I had things to do. I quietly slipped from bed, and after a quick shower and dressing, I headed out to the kitchen.
“Good morning, Mr. Raven,” Mrs. Childs was in the kitchen making some sort of breakfast pastry.
“Good morning, Mrs. Childs.” I grabbed coffee, my cell phone and headed out to the terrace to begin setting my plans in motion.
I had everything in place by the time Sara emerged looking like she’d been thoroughly ravished the night before.
