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Her pupils dilate and she licks her lips, desire written all over her face.

“Do you want my cock, baby? Do you want me to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for days?” I pump my hand up and down my cock a few times, hoping for some needed relief. If I’m not careful, I’ll blow my load in a matter of minutes and neither of us will be satisfied.

“I need it,” she whispers as she takes me in her hands and tightens her grip, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

I grasp her hand, unwrapping it from my cock and pinning it to the wall about her head before slamming my cock into her dripping wet center. I close my eyes tightly as indescribable pleasure causes stars to cross my eyes.

“Fuck. I’ll never tire of being inside you.”

As I piston my hips forward, the only sound in the bathroom is of our skin slapping against one another and the squishing sound of her juices as I thrust myself into her harder.

“Do you like that, baby?” I question as I slow my pace.

Her mouth pops open as she gasps for air, but her pussy clamps down harder on my cock. I pull out of her slowly before slamming back in, keeping a languid pace and drawing out both of our pleasures.

“Do you like my cock hitting every part of your pussy as it slides out before slamming back in?”

“Yes,” she moans breathlessly.

I tighten my grip on her arm, using the other hand to bring her leg up and wrap it around my waist. This new angle helps me sink deeper inside her, and her back arches off the wall each time I thrust inside her.

My balls tighten as I feel my release approaching.

“Give it to me. Give me everything,” I command as the walls of her pussy clench my cock in a vise grip.

I quicken my pace, releasing my hold on her hands and pulling her into me.

“Giulio!” she screams, her sweet juices dripping down my cock as she comes.

My release follows with the roar of her name in response. Slowing my movements, I pump in and out of her a few more times before pulling out completely.

I drop my forehead to hers and close my eyes tightly, overcome with emotion. “I love you, Maya.”

“I love you too,” she whispers, a bright smile shining back at me.

I laugh. I went searching for someone to help me take care of my nephew over the summer, but I found a more precious treasure—Maya’s heart.

EPILOGUE

MAYA

One Year Later

“Happy birthday, Enzo.” I give him a big hug before he shrugs me off, not wanting to be embarrassed by getting affection from me.

When Giulio and I sat Enzo down last year to let him know we were in a relationship, we were both worried about his reactions. He had just lost both of his parents a few months before, which was a major life change, and now his uncle wanted to move a practical stranger into the house as well. But we were worried about nothing. Enzo was over the moon to have me living with them and started constantly pestering Giulio about when he was going to make an honest woman out of me and has been hinting every few months.

At first, it worried me he wasn’t asking me to marry him, worried that he was going to change his mind any minute and send me packing, but I got over it. Giulio loved things the way they were, and I didn’t need a piece of paper to prove to the world how much he loved me. He made a point of showing me every day and in everything he did.

“Our little boy is all grown up,” Giulio says from beside me, planting a kiss on my shoulder as he skirts by with a fresh tray of hamburgers and hot dogs. “I can’t believe he’s becoming a man.”

“He’s only ten, baby. Don’t rush things.” I shake my head before letting my eyes roam across the pool to make sure all the kids are still okay.

Our little boy.Who knew that such a simple phrase could tug at my heart? Enzo has asked a few times over the last few months what to call me and I’ve always let him choose. Some days I’m Maya, others I’mziaor auntie depending on who’s around. Giulio and I let him lead and call us whatever he feels most comfortable doing. But in the last few weeks he called me mom, but then switched it up at the last minute.

I never want to take the place of his birth mother, and neither does Giulio. His birth parents will always hold a special place in his heart. I just keep hoping that there may be some room in there for me too. Especially after I saw those two lines pop up on the pregnancy test this morning.

“Are you ready to tell him yet?” I jump in surprise as Morgan comes up behind me, her belly nudging me gently on my side. “Ugh, I’m as big as a house.”

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