“I spent three long nights in a hotel bed waiting for this.”
He slides a finger inside of me.
I moan from the intrusion.
I blew my hair out for the wedding and it falls down my back in smooth beach waves that actually took over an hour to create. Roman slides his hand to the base of my neck and tugs on my hair.
“Never deny me what’s mine again,” he growls. “Ever.”
“No,” I pant. “Never again.”
“Good girl.”
He pulls his finger out of me and releases my hair, then unzips my dress. It falls to the ground and now I am standing in nothing but a wet wedding thong.
I don’t need to turn around to hear him unbuckling himself, but decide to look anyway. I lean back on the railing, arms spread, nipples to the wind, and stare at my husband with wicked intent.
I am no longer nervous or skittish about what comes next because this beautiful man is my husband and I’m going to make love to him on our yacht on our wedding day naked as a jaybird and it will be perfect.
“I love you,” I tell him as I slide off my thong and toss it back in the water. “Now come get what’s yours.”
Roman practically snarls as he turns me back around, bends me forward, and ruthlessly enters me from behind.
The intrusion is exquisite and my mouth hangs open as he repeatedly thrusts and pounds us both to a violent orgasm.
“Fuckkkk!”
“That mouth,” he chides semi-seriously, “is getting out of hand, Duchess.”
Roman completely strips out of all of his clothing, grabs one of the large cushions from the chair and tosses it on the ground.
“Get on all fours.”
“I wonder if you realize that your reprimands are always rewards,” I tease.
“Quiet,” he says, as he strokes himself to full mast again.
I drop to the cushion and get on all fours. I watch as he studies me intently, then kneels on the cushion directly in front of me. I lick my lips as I stare directly at the head of his penis.
“Maybe this will keep you quiet.”
He slides his dick inside of my hungry mouth and I work his length with the precision of an expert, opening my throat and swallowing him deep. He stares at me with deep love and admiration as I pleasure my husband in one of my favorite ways until he grabs me by the hair.
“Stop.”
He bends down and kisses me hard.
I am sopping wet and need him inside of me desperately. My head is spinning. He keeps starting all of these delicious things and never letting us quite finish. It is making me want him that much more.
He stands and walks around behind me, then starts playfully slapping my ass. He’s been obsessed with it since I had the baby. It’s wider and jiggles more, and he definitely really likes it.
“Spread your legs wider and raise your head and look at the water while I fuck you properly, wifey.”
He enters me slowly this time. Pulling and pushing himself inside of me, inch by inch. When he’s anchored himself all the way, he leans over, holding himself up with one hand and grabbing one of my breasts with the other. He squeezes my nipple as he rhythmically rams himself hard inside of my quivering pussy.
I yell in bliss with each powerful thrust he executes because I can. There’s no sleeping Knox to worry about. I don’t care about whatever people on this ship that can hear us. And fucking by the water makes me feel powerful, as if I’m some sort of intoxicating goddess.
It feels too damn good.
The beginnings of an orgasm bend and twist inside of me, and so do the tears. I’m overwhelmed with the emotions of the day and with the fact that I am about to explode. Blood rushes to my head as my entire body contracts from the release Roman extracts from me.
I slump to my stomach from exhaustion and Roman lies next to me and starts playing with my hair. I turn over to face him and run my hand down the side of his face, still coming down off the high of our lovemaking.
“Can I tell you something?” I ask reservedly.
“It depends.”
“On what?”
“If you tell me while I’m inside of you.”
I smile and look between his legs and notice that he’s growing hard again.
Unbelievable.
He smoothly glides his hand in between my legs to my swollen pussy and gently skims the top of my clit with his fingers, coaxing it back to neediness. I’m surprised how rapidly my climax is building again.
“Don’t come,” he whispers. “I want to be inside of you when you grip my dick like a vise.”
He rolls on top of me, placing my legs over his shoulders for a twist on the missionary styled position. We haven’t done this in a while because of the gunshot wound to his shoulder, and I’m not sure we should do it now. I don’t want to aggravate his injury.
“Roman—”
“Shh,” he quiets me. “I’m fine, baby.”
He slides his semi-erect dick back inside and rocks into me slowly matching the motion of the boat. We stare ardently into each other’s eyes as he moves deeply inside of me. My eyes almost roll to the back of my head as he grows harder and damn near hits my cervix.
“Now, say what you had to tell me,” he says in between strokes.
“I love you.”
“And I love you.”
“And—”
He tilts to the side, fucking me from a different angle. It takes my breath away for a moment and I can’t get my words together.
“You were saying?” He grins mischievously.
“I was saying—”
“Uh-huh?”
“Masterson,” I plead.
He laughs sinisterly while I grab my breasts to keep them from hitting me in the damn eye as I absorb his deliciously punishing strokes.
“More,” I demand because I’m almost there. “I’m so close.”
“Greedy girl.”
I can see that his next orgasm is coming for him too.
“Uh-huh, I’m greedy.”
“Dirty fucking girl,” he growls.
My orgasm won’t be denied. It’s coming hard and fast like a freight train and I arch my back from the intense pressure as he grunts his way through his.
“You’re going to kill me,” I say, completely out of breath.
He laughs out loud.
“That’s the idea, baby, and just imagine, you have two weeks of this coming to you.”
Roman stands up to grab a few clean napkins and some mini carrot cakes from the dessert table. He cleans in between my legs with one of the napkins, then feeds me a piece of cake. I’m ravenous and it’s so delicious that I lick the corner of my mouth, getting every bit of the cream cheese frosting.
“Yummy.”
“Are you cold, baby?” he asks.
“No, I’m perfect.”
“Yes, you are.”
I still blush whenever Roman pays me a compliment, and I probably always will because this man still gives me those first-day butterflies. The feeling you have when he kisses you for the first time or when he looks at you like there is no other woman in the world.
“Duchess, I almost forgot, what did you have to tell me?”
I immediately stop chewing my food. I don’t know if I should tell him my secret or not. Maybe now’s not the time when everything is so perfect.
“I didn’t give you my wedding present,” I say.
“Is that all?” He sounds relieved. “You know I wasn’t expecting anything. I’ve got everything I could ever want or need in you and Knox.”
We sit back on a different couch and Roman takes one of the throw blankets and wraps it around us as we sit back and reflect on the beautiful evening behind and ahead of us. We are pulling farther and farther away from the coastline and soon it will really just be us and the stars.
“I want to give it to you, anyway.”
“Is it in your luggage? I can open it when we go to the suite later.”
“No, it’s in my handb
ag over there.”
Roman grabs my bag and hands it to me. I pull out a long, rectangular box with a black satin bow around it and hand it to him.
“Hmm,” he shakes it playfully. “I wonder what it is.”
“Dunno.” I shrug my shoulders.
I hold my breath as he opens the box. He stares at it for a long moment, and I watch with some trepidation as his inky eyes become watery.
“What is this, Elizabeth?”
“You know what it is.”
“You’re pregnant?”
My gift is a positive pregnancy test sitting on a bed of white cotton stuffing.
“Congratulations, you’ve knocked me up again.” I lie on top of him and kiss his chin. “I hope you’re okay about this. I promise you I won’t be as crazy and clingy as I was with the first one.”
Romans quiets me with a kiss and lays a hand on my stomach.
“I am definitely okay with this, Duchess.”
“Really?”
“You’re going to be soooo fucking horny for nine months.”
I slap his chest.
“You’ve got some serious problems in the head.”
“Yeah, imagine how nuts our kids are going to be.”
I burrow myself farther into his body.
“If they grow up to be anything like you, I’ll be more than thrilled.”
“Thank you for creating another extension of us, baby. I’m going to love you three so hard.”
“You already do.”
As we glide through the waves toward our future, I feel myself becoming even further enraptured by this man, and a tear falls from one of my eyes because I’m so stinking happy.
He pulls me into him and gently kisses my closed lids, savoring the taste of my tears. He kisses my mouth, and my body completely melts against his.
This is my husband.
The man who gives me all of the feels just like the night he grabbed my hand and helped me off the crowded dance floor.
The man who fights for me.
The man who adores me.
Our relationship may seem unusual to some, but this is what love looks like when it’s Masterson made.
A love that was perfectly made just for me.
Epilogue
ELIZABETH
* * *
I check the clock for probably the fifth time in the last thirty minutes because Roman is late. I’m aware that I may be behaving irrationally, but since the shooting, I’m frequently nervous when he’s late. I start to wonder if some other crazy person with a vendetta against my husband or me will strike.
I don’t want to be that kind of wife though. The neurotic one always checking up on her husband if he’s five minutes late for dinner. So instead, I call Sloan to pass the time away until he returns. If there’s one person who’s going to distract me from myself, it’s my bestie.
“You getting ready to go?”
“Yeah, I just wanted to say hi before we leave in the morning,” I tell a half-truth. “How are things?”
“So… you wanted to call me right before you leave for one of the most important trips of your life? I’m honored.”
“It’s not that big of a deal, Sloan. I’ve given these talks before.”
“Wait a minute. Did you just say that my best friend giving a Ted Talk on the main stage is not a big deal? You must still have baby brain, because I almost slept with my new boss so I could get the time off just to come see you wow the audience in Canada.”
“You did not!” I laugh hysterically. “He’s way too old for you.”
“I said almost, didn’t I? Even for you, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.”
“You were never really coming with us to Canada anyway.”
“Not after the dark knight made it quite clear that this is a family trip and I wasn’t welcomed.”
“He never said that.” I chuckle. “You always try to make him out to be a dark overlord when he’s nothing of the kind.”
“He’s your husband. Of course, you would think his shit smells like roses. Hey, where are those scrumptious kiddies? The house sounds so quiet.”
Surprisingly, I was not only pregnant on my wedding day but I was pregnant with twins. Roman and I are now parents to two-year-old Knox and six-month-old twin boys, Seven and Bronx. I am seriously outnumbered in the house now.
“Mona is double-checking the luggage. You know me. I’m afraid I might forget something. I swear I have squirrel brain lately since getting ready for this talk. I guess I’m a little more nervous than I thought I’d be.”
“That’s so cool that the president of Cabot nominated you for the talk. I bet his influence went a long way in you making the cut.”
“Yeah, I have to say that it’s been really awesome working with him this past year.”
“I guess it also doesn’t hurt that he and Roman chat it up like they’re old buddies now that he knows the prez has zero interest in you.”
Turns out that the ring on Jacob’s finger is because he’s been lovingly married to his husband Bill for five wonderful years. He mentioned it in passing during one of our calls and Roman’s ears perked up like a busybody in church. He had the stupidest grin on his face for the rest of the night. It’s kind of nutty but sweet how Roman thinks every single man on the planet would pursue me if given the chance.
“I can definitely admit that Jacob is hands-down my favorite client.”
“And don’t forget your most lucrative. School Bucks is being used by five universities thanks to him, not to mention that awesome write up you got in US News and World Report.”
“That’s true. Maybe I should name my next baby after him.”
“There better not be a next baby.” She laughs. “You two already have enough kids.”
“Roman still wants that girl though.”
“You two could afford to go to one of those places where they separate the X and Y chromosomes in a Petri dish and guarantee you the sex of the baby.”
“We’d never do that. The whole fun is making the baby the old-fashioned way.” I giggle.
“The luggage is all packed, Elizabeth.”
Mona is our new full-time nanny and the daughter of one of Juliette’s close friends. She’s a quiet, studious girl who works for us while she studies general education at the local community college. She enters my office with one of the twins in her arms and Knox and Mr. Tibbs following right behind her. I think they’re both smitten with her.
“Thanks, Mona.”
“Seven is napping, but this one here can’t seem to keep his eyes closed.”
I stretch out my arms to hold Bronx. He is the more energetic of my twins and seems to function on very little sleep. Seven requires lots of naps and can be a bit more temperamental. Both of them look like mini versions of their father, and I can see parts of his personality in each.
These days my life is overflowing with dirty diapers, stuffed animals, story time, and endless amounts of Cheerios but it’s also bursting with rewarding work, laughs, occasional nights out with girlfriends, and lots of passionate nights between Roman and me. We have blissfully found the balance in our relationship that once eluded us.
Knox grabs my leg and stares disapprovingly of us. He definitely has been more clingy since the boys were born. That’s why I am making it a point to take all three of them with me on this trip to Canada. Where one goes, we all will go. That’s our new family motto.
“Bitsy!”
I forgot that I was on the phone.
“Oops, sorry. I’ve got these two little stinkers clinging to me.”
“Do you want me to take him?” Mona interrupts.
“No, I’ve got him. You can go study for a while until Seven wakes up. You have that major test on Friday, right?”
“Yes, I do and I’m pretty nervous about it.”
“Okay, then, go cram for an hour. I’ve got this.”
I snicker as Knox and the dog follow right behind her like she’s the pied piper.
“So let me get this straight,” Sloan says. “You pay some pretty, young thing with the tightest ass I’ve ever seen an ungodly sum of money to watch your babies and to study?”
“We’re not going to talk about this again. The only ass my husband wants is mine. He almost died trying to get back to it.”
“Ooh-wee! Now that’s what I like to hear. I’m drowning in the confidence that’s dripping through this phone right now. All I was trying to say was couldn’t you have picked an older or uglier nanny? What do you think Roman is, some sort of saint?”
“Hardly, but what I do think is that my husband loves me and if I worried about every pretty young girl that crossed his path, we wouldn’t be together at all. Between the club, the restaurant, and his other business ventures, he’s around beautiful women all the time. If I trust him with my life, I can certainly trust him around other women.”
“I guess I have trust issues.”
“Yeah, and you’re going to have to work on that before you meet the one.”
“Girl, there is no one for me.”
“I bet you’ve already met him.”
“Unless you want me to marry the sweet old man that owns the dry cleaner’s around the corner, I don’t think I’ve met him.”
I’m giggling at Sloan’s comment when I hear the distinct tones of someone pressing the buttons of our digital front door lock. Finally, he’s home.
“You’re late.”
“Hang the phone up and give me that mouth.”
“Gotta go, Sloan.”
“Yuck, I heard. Good luck tomorrow!”
Roman wraps one arm around my waist, kisses Bronx’s forehead, and then goes in for a heated kiss.
“You look sexy today,” he compliments.
“I’m in sweats.”
“Yeah, but you’re in your good sweats.”
I laugh as he takes Bronx out of my arms and holds him in the air. The baby squeals with joy.
“The Kings wanted me to let you know how proud they are of you. They bought us a bottle of Dom Pérignon to celebrate. I told them you were still breastfeeding but the Kings don’t really do flowers.”
“I can take a small sip. It won’t kill the boys. That was really sweet of them. ”
“They’re just a bunch of softies when you get down to it.”
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