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I smile and rub my thumb over her lower lip. My princess, all mine for three days while I fuck her senseless until I’m sure I’m the one who’s knocked her up. I can’t wait.
“What happens when the other three turn up and can’t get in?”
“They can fucking cry about it. You’ll be in my bed, phone off, coming on my dick. I don’t live in the most secure house in Coldlake for nothing.”
She gives me an amused smile. “I thought that was to keep the gangs out, not so you could knock up the mayor’s daughter in peace.”
“You know me. I’m always thinking ahead.” I press my mouth to hers and part her lips with my tongue. I murmur in between kisses, “Are you going to tell on me princess, and ruin my plans?”
“What plan? I didn’t hear a thing.”
I laugh softly and kiss her again. She slides her arms around my waist and presses her tits against my chest, and I turn to tempered steel in my jeans. She can’t still be horny. If we fuck now, I won’t be in the best condition to get her pregnant.
“Stop giving me those sex eyes. I thought you weren’t going to ruin my plans.”
“I just miss you, Lorenzo,” she murmurs, stroking the nape of my neck.
I never thought I would turn down sex from my woman. I don’t want to turn down sex from my woman. I want to wrap her thighs around my hips and fuck her against the refrigerator.
“Ah, Christ. Uh…I have a patient to deal with downstairs. One of the fighters at Lasher’s gym got into a bar brawl and I’m hiding him from the cops until he heals.” The Strife men don’t like me treating Lasher or anyone associated with him, but the Strife men can shove it up their asses.
“But Lorenzo,” she whispers so sweetly, “it doesn’t feel right that I’ve had sex with the others this week but not you.”
Her eyes are hazy with desire. There’s no way she needs more sex but as I try to pull away from her, her arms keep wrapping around me like tentacles. “If you’re by some miracle still horny, go upstairs and play with your toy.”
I quickly disentangle myself and head for the basement. I have no problem playing the long game. I push the heel of my hand against my erection and groan. Almost no problem.
Two days later, my dick is perpetually hard and all I can think about is ramming it into Chiara and bursting with one thrust. I’m going to lose my fucking mind if this goes on for much longer. I meant to abstain from coming for a week so I’d have plenty of my swimmers stored up, but the other night Salvatore wrapped his hand around Chiara’s throat and growled that she was his sweet little cumslut while she was coming on his dick.
I stood in that doorway and rubbed one out in my fist then and there. Salvatore noticed me, but Chiara didn’t. Thirty minutes later, I got a text from Salvatore.
Salvatore:Why are you lurking like a creeper in Chiara’s doorway? You could have just joined in.
Lorenzo:I would have been in the way. That looked like a perfect fuck.
Salvatore:It was. JFC.
I leanboth hands against one of the metal tables in the med room. I’m on the verge of losing it again just thinking about that. The fighter is convalescing at Lasher’s place and I’m done cleaning up and restocking.
It’s just past seven in the morning. Time to check Chiara’s temperature.
I’ve been doing this in secret since we started trying for a baby, monitoring her morning temperature so I know when she’s ovulating. With a laser thermometer in my hand, I slip stealthily into her bedroom.
This morning I’ve caught her as she’s just waking up, and her eyes flutter open as I sit down on the mattress. She spots the thermometer in my hand.
“Lorenzo, what are you doing?”
“Taking your temperature.”
“But I feel fine.”
I lower the thermometer and smile at the readout. “Princess, you’re more than fine. You’re about to ovulate.”
“I am?’
I give her a kiss and head downstairs to find my head of security. He’s in the basement and I give him my orders. “Lock the gate and don’t open it until I say so, under any circumstances. If the other three show up, I’m home and so is Chiara, everything’s fine, but we’re not taking visitors for the next seventy-two hours. If anyone else arrives, I’m not here and you don’t know where I am or when I’ll be back.”
When I turn around, I see that Chiara has followed me downstairs with bare feet and dressed in one of my T-shirts. I stare at her hungrily. All mine for three days.
