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I nod. "What are you gonna do about it?"
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Declan
"This, baby. This is what I’m gonna do."
I slide down my sweatpants, then grip her hips, and position her exactly over my swollen cock. I thrust up and into her, hitting the exact center of her core, brushing over her throbbing clit, and sliding into the hole of her slit, which hasn’t stopped dripping since she crawled over to me.
Her eyes roll back in her head. She grips my wrists, throws her head back, exposing the sweet column of her throat, the sensuous turn of her shoulder, and the thrust of her breasts with the engorged nipples that stab through the fabric of her camisole.
I wasn’t kidding when I said I intend to follow the doctor’s rule to the letter. No physical exertion for my baby. Doesn’t mean I can’t find a way to make her come, with me doing all the work. A slight discomfort crowds my side—the site where they took my kidney. Where I’m proud to display the mark of life. The life that I could offer her.
How many lovers can say they shared their life with their soulmate, literally? The fact that I could do this for her is my privilege. And my honor. It’s the one good thing I’ve done in my life. The media thinks it’s selfless—I say it’s the most selfish thing I’ve ever done. I did it for myself. So I could have her with me, at my side, in my life. I wasn’t kidding when I said I would have died for her. But this is so much better. To live with her and watch her flourish again, thanks to a part of me that will be part of her—which will connect me with her forever. I am the luckiest man alive.
"Declan, I am so close."
She lowers her chin and looks at me from between her hooded eyelashes. Her skin is flushed, her lips parted. The dark circles under her eyes are almost gone. We’re still under observation, and she’ll be on medication for the rest of her life, but we’ll grow old together. And she’ll be able to perform again, once we get the all-clear.
It’s a second chance, the kind that makes me feel humble and appreciative in a way that I’ve never felt before. My heart swells in my chest. The emotions that have always felt at arm’s length away seem so much closer now. I increase the pace of my thrusts. My cock feels like it’s about to stab right through the crotch of my sweatpants. My balls grow heavy. The blood drains to my groin, and I grunt.
She leans over me, her glorious hair a curtain about us. "I love you," she gasps.
"The time in my life when I didn’t love you was when I was the most bereft."
Her eyes soften. Her chest rises and falls. The next time I piston my hips up and into her, I hit that sweet spot inside her exactly, and she gasps. A trembling grips her, and I know she’s about to— "Come for me, baby," I order, and she does. I continue to rub my erection against her slit as she moans and cries out, and with a final whimper, slumps forward. I lower her to my chest and wrap my arms about her waist. "Sleep, Rabbit. We’re together now."
* * *
Two months later
"You sure you’re up for this?" I hold out my hand to my fiancée.
She glances up from the smutty book she has open in her lap. "Thought you were always up for this?"
"I see you’re getting bratty, Ms. Sabatini. Time you were taught a lesson, hmm?"
Her grin widens, and color flushes her cheek. "What did you have in mind, Mr. Beauchamp?" She flutters her eyelashes.
"Jesus, baby, when you use that tone of a voice, I’m tempted to drop everything, throw you over my shoulder, and march you right back home to our bed."
"That would make the crowd of reporters out there very happy." She stabs a thumb in the direction of the doorway. We’re back in the bookshop I purchased for her. The one I refused to part with, even when selling it could have meant bridging the gap in the capital needed toward financing my film. I would never consider parting with it; would have done everything in my power to keep it. Other than our bed, it’s the one place where she’s most happy.
After the doctors pronounced her well on the mend, I set up a reading corner for her in a back room of the bookshop. It’s next to the main shop floor with the books, with French doors that lead out into a private garden. I changed the parking lot behind the bookshop into an oasis of greenery. Away from prying eyes, I furnished a comfortable loveseat, arranged with blankets and cushions, then added a fireplace opposite so she’ll always be warm. Then I slipped in a coffee and tea bar and arranged for her favorite biscotti to be stocked. Now, she reaches for one and bites into it. "These are delish. I forgot to thank you for arranging to have them in the shop."
"Everything you love under one roof," I note with satisfaction as she crunches down on the confection and swallows it.
"Including you." She goes to brush off the crumbs, but I circle my fingers around her wrist. I squat down in front of her, bring her fingers to my mouth and lick off the traces of the cookie.
"Yum." I lick my lips.
Her gaze grows heavy. "You’re doing that on purpose." Her voice is breathless.
"Doing what on purpose?" I tease.
"Drawing my attention to your gorgeous lips, knowing I’ll never be able to resist the call of your sexy body."
I reach for a napkin, pat her fingertips dry, then flick the waste into the trash can.
