He was a good man. He did a lot for charities. He did a lot for the city, and he was working on starting new foundations that were going to help countless people across the globe. He was the kind of man that people would look up to – he inspired people, and he more than inspired me.
I was proud that today I was going to get to be his wife finally. It felt like it had taken forever, and it was time to make it happen finally. We weren’t going to have a long honeymoon. Not yet anyway. Since I was nursing, I didn’t want to be away from Nathan. And, I didn’t want to travel with him being so young, either.
But we knew we were going to have a great day anyway, and we were going to celebrate when we had the chance when he was older.
After all, my parents were already more than happy to volunteer to watch him for us if we wanted to get away for a while, and I assured my mother she would be the first to hear from me when he made it happen.
Cassie stood proudly by my side as I told Nick my vows. She was, of course, my maid of honor. There was no one else on the planet I could see having that spot. She was my best friend, and she had been there for me through it all. It was because of her that I had the courage to move forward with Nick again, and I gave her credit for pushing me to live the life I now had.
She had graduated from college, and she now ran her own clinic near our office. She was a therapist, working with people who struggled with PTSD from things they experienced in life. She was one of the best people I had to talk to after all the shit that I went through, and I believed it was because of her I hardly struggled with it at all these days.
I had such a strong support system, I felt on top of the world. I broke down in tears as Nick told me his vows, and I knew that I had made the right choice. It had been long, and it had been hard, but in the end, it was all worth it.
I would have gone through it all again in a heartbeat if it meant I was going to end up with the love of my life standing in front of me, telling me that I, too, was the love of his. I wanted to grow old with this man, and I didn’t want to put off another day without his last name as my own.
He slid the ring on my finger, and I did the same to him, then we were allowed to kiss, husband and wife at last. Our friends cheered, showing their support for the fact that we were now officially man and wife. Nothing was going to take this from us.
I had my own family, and it was with the person I loved the most in the world. I didn’t mind that we weren’t going to go on a honeymoon. All I wanted was to celebrate the day with him. I wanted to have fun with our friends, and I wanted to watch my family interact with my son.
By the time we got to bed that night, we were both too tired to do anything. Of course, we laughed about it at first, but I couldn’t help but lay my head on his chest and look at him, thinking about how handsome he was and how lucky I was to be his wife.
“New York’s most eligible bachelor,” I said with a shake of my head and a grin on my face.
“Not anymore,” he said as he stretched his arm out and put it around me.
“How did I get so lucky?” I asked as I laid against him. “I never thought I was going to get the chance to sleep with you again, let alone hear that you loved me. Then to marry you, I feel like this really is that fairytale we talked about.”
“I never thought I was going to see you again,” Nick said. “That day I left for New York, I thought that was the last time you and I were ever going to see each other, and it broke my heart. I couldn’t ever bring myself to be close to anyone after that. It was you who was on my mind, not my parents.”
I thought for a moment. I hadn’t had any serious boyfriends. And, I had a feeling he was the reason why. I didn’t want there to be anyone else in my life. I wanted to dream of him as the one and only. Sure, I never thought it was going to happen, but I didn’t want to give up on that dream.
When I was with someone, I felt like something was missing in my life. I didn’t want to be just friends with Nick, but I didn’t want to date anyone else, either.
“I guess fate just knew we were meant to be together,” I said with a smile. “And you can’t argue with that.”
“Maybe it was destiny,” he said with a smile.
“If we have a daughter, that’s what I want to name her,” I announced. He laughed.
“Nathan isn’t even six months old yet, and you are already talking about another?” he teased. I gave him a light slap on the arm.
“Nathan was a surprise; you never know when that’s going to happen again,” I told him.
“My life has been full of surprises lately,” he said. “At least for the past couple years.”
“So has mine,” I said with a grin. “But you know, I wouldn’t change any one of them, not for the world.”
“Not if it meant that you and I were going to end up together, then I wouldn’t either,” Nick said with a smile. “I would go through all of it again if it meant you and I were going to end up here eventually.”
“I thought the same thing earlier,” I told him. “You and Nathan are my entire world, and I can’t imagine life without either of you.”
He kissed me on the forehead before rubbing his hand lightly up and down my arm. It was so romantic, so loving; I knew that this was the life I was supposed to live. It had turned out so different for me than I ever thought that it would, but it was true.
I was with the love of my life, and our child was safe and sound nearby. We were now married, a true family meant to be together forever. I knew that there were still trials ahead, but I also knew that we had overcome so much already, we were going to overcome so much more in the future.
Nothing was able to tear us apart. After what we had been through, the rest would be a piece of cake.
I had Nick, the man of my dreams and the love of my life. I had my family to support me, and I had a career I loved. It had all come together for me in ways that I never imagined possible, and I knew it was truly fate that brought us together.
And I couldn’t argue with fate.
Doctor Daddy (Preview)
Prologue
“Do you want me?” he growled, his breath warm against my face.
“Yes,” I said.
“Tell me what you want,” he said. “I need to hear it.”
The words caught in my throat as I looked deep into his eyes. I wasn’t used to asking for what I wanted, or being told what to do in the bedroom, so to have someone so bluntly ask me was both hot as hell and terrifying.
“I don’t know,” I whispered.
“You don’t know?” he cocked an eyebrow as he pinched my nipples, and I moaned, my eyes fluttering open and shut. “You don’t know if you want to fuck me or not?”
“Oh yes,” I whimpered, my knees feeling like they might give out at any moment.
“Say it,” he said.
I looked away from him, but he took my face in his hands, forcing me to meet his gaze.
“Say it, Hope,” he said. “Unless you don’t want to --”
“I want to,” I said. Taking a deep breath, I blurted out exactly what he wanted to hear. “I want to fuck you. Please.”
Before I could finish my plea, he scooped me into his arms, lifting me straight off my feet and letting them dangle above the floor. He lifted me up in those big, strong arms, and kissed me harder than he had before. His body pressed against mine and I felt him through his slacks. Just feeling his erection pressed hard against me send a shudder through my entire body.
He felt enormous. Thick and long. I melted into his arms, rubbing my body against him. Yearning to be even closer.
I needed him inside of me, and quickly. My body suddenly needed him every bit as much as it needed food when my sugar was dipping.
He moved over to the bed, carrying me over with him like I weighed nothing at all. He put me back on my feet in front of the bed, his mouth moving to my neck. He growled into my ear.
“Let’s get you undressed and give you want you want then.”
It didn’t take long at all for him to remove my dress. He was practically ripping it off of me, his movements fast and fierce. It was as if he couldn’t wait a second longer. He tossed my dress to the floor and with his rough hands, turned me around so I was facing away from him. He removed my bra, letting it fall to the floor as well and wrapped his arms around me. His hands held onto my breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze as he pulled me against him. I ground myself into him, feeling his hardness pressed against my ass.
I trembled in anticipation and a wave of nervousness. What if I didn’t measure up? What if we’d had all this buildup and sexual tension between us and it ended up being a bust?
“Please --” I whimpered as he sucked on my neck.
Roughly, he pulled my panties down, exposing my entire body to him at last. He was still clothed, however, and I needed to remedy that fast.
“Lie down on the bed,” he demanded. “And if you’re a good girl, you’ll get your reward.”
No one had ever been so stern with me before and hearing those words and tone of voice from him sent shivers down my spine, making the flames between my thighs burn even brighter.
I didn’t even hesitate to do what he told me. I moved toward the bed, sitting upon it at first.
“I said lie down,” he said, both firm and gentle at the same time.
I laid back against the thick down comforter, resting my head on a pillow. His gaze moved over me, and he stood there at the foot of the bed, drinking me in. I’d never felt as beautiful as I did in that moment, from just the weight of his gaze on me and the desire I saw reflected in his eyes.
He lifted up his polo shirt, slowly removing it, teasing me in the process. My mouth was watering, and my pussy was growing wetter every second he made me wait.
He exposed his six pack abs, hard and toned as an underwear model’s. Jesus, I thought to myself. I knew he’d been ripped, but seeing him like that, in the flesh, made me realize he was in even better shape than I’d thought.
As he pulled the shirt off over his head, my eyes moved up toward his chest where soft, dark hair ran from his bellybutton up to his chest. Not too much hair, but just enough soft fuzz to run my fingers through. I couldn’t wait to have my hands all over his body.
I started to lean forward, to move toward him, but he shook his head.
“Did I say you could move?” his voice was a low rumble.
“No,” I said, my voice coming out weak. I laid back down.
“Good girl,” he said with a smile that could make any woman weak in the knees. “Let me finish getting undressed, then you can touch me.”
He smirked at me as I nodded, fearing my voice wouldn’t work properly if I tried to speak.
He yanked at his belt, whipping it off and tossing it to the side with a snap. From there, he unzipped his pants, and slid them down his hips at a snail’s pace. He enjoyed doing it, I realized. He loved teasing me. Loved to see the pleading and desperation in my eyes.
His pants fell to the ground, and he stood there in black boxer briefs that hugged his erection. The outline of it against the tight material caused me to gasp. He was just so big, I almost couldn’t believe it.
His fingers traced along the top of his boxers, and he watched me, smiling mischievously.
I wasn’t prepared for the moment that he pulled his boxers down, exposing himself to me for the first time. No, nothing could have prepared me for the monstrous cock inside of his pants. Not even feeling it beforehand had given me an accurate picture of what he was packing.
My eyes were wide as saucers, and my jaw was on the floor. I stared, my insides twisting and turning, in both anticipation and fear -- would he be able to fit that inside of me? Would it hurt?
He was longer than average, and thick
Maybe a sane woman would have second thoughts, but not me. My body wanted him more than anything it had ever craved before.
He moved toward the edge of the bed, crawling on his hands and knees toward me. He spread my legs apart, dotting kisses along my inner thighs that sent white hot sparks shooting through my entire body. My back arched upward as he got oh so close to my most sensitive parts.
When his tongue pressed between my lower lips, flicking at my clit, I thought I might lose it. I cried out, trembling in pleasure and need as he continued kissing and teasing me, never getting too close, and keeping me right on the edge.
I ran my hands through his hair, and unintentionally, pulled him against me. My pussy ached to be filled by him. As if he could read my mind, His tongue slipped inside of me. My toes curled up, and I cried out in pleasure from just that simple act. When he began fucking me with his tongue, things got even more intense and my moans grew even louder.
I held onto the back of his head, my nails digging into his scalp. All the teasing and tormenting meant I was already close to orgasm. I felt my climax growing inside of me.
“I’m close. OH God baby, I’m going to--”
Hope
Fuck my life.
I’d been in Paris for a whole two hours and already, I was ready to hop on the next plane and head back home. My best friend was on the other end of the line, laughing hysterically at me.
“Ugh, being here is so freaking depressing, Anna, you have no idea,” I said, flopping down on my hotel bed.
I frowned as I sat up clenching my jaw, though I felt a little foolish considering she couldn’t see the ridiculous look on my face.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, trying to keep the sharp edge out of my voice.
“You are,” she said. “I’m stuck at work, sitting in a stale ass office, typing useless facts into my computer, listening to people tell shitty jokes, and drinking the most vomit worthy coffee all day. And you’re in the city Paris for God’s sake. You want to talk to me about depressing?”
I sighed. “Yeah, I guess you have a point. I’m sorry. It’s just -- Jeremy and I were supposed to be on this trip together. A hot romantic getaway, he said. It was supposed to be just the two of us.”
“And your thousands of fans on social media,” Anna added.
“That’s hardly the point,” I said.
“Listen Hope, I’m sorry if I sound like a bitch and don’t have much sympathy for you right now,” my best friend sighed on the other end of the line. “Work is crazy these days, and you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a vacation, so --”
“This isn’t just a play vacation for me, it’s work, Anna. You know that,” I said, twirling a strand of my strawberry blonde hair around my finger. “And part of my job here is to write about Paris from a couples’ point-of-view. I’m supposed to work in all the romantic spots and stuff, which is kind of hard to do it without a partner. And my editor is going to be pissed if I don’t deliver. So yeah, sorry if I’m a bit stressed.”
I hated snapping at Anna, and when she fell silent for a moment, no doubt reeling from that rebuke, I was flooded with guilt. My eyes filled with tears, and I was just about ready to apologize when Anna finally spoke up.
“I’m sorry, Hope. Like I said, work has been killing me lately. I’m exhausted, grumpy, need to get laid and I need a break,” she said. “I shouldn’t have taken it out on you, especially since I know you’re hurting. Jeremy is a major limp dick by the way.”
“Total limp dick,” I said, my voice cracking.
“Well he must be now that his hot ex fiancé is no longer in the picture.”
The humor in Anna’s joke didn’t go unnoticed, but somehow I couldn’t bring myself to laughing on a day like this one. My emotions were a total mess. The mention of his name made me recall finding out about him sleeping around the entire two years we were together. As much as that hurt, I was angrier that the whole time he was doing it, I’d been totally clueless and busy with work. I really thought he was a good guy. God, how could I have been so incredibly stupid?
“I’m sorry for snapping, Anna,” I said. “My emotions are all over the place these days.”
“I understand, swee
tie. It’s a shame my boss didn’t let me take vacation time, or I would have been there with you. Happily,” she said. “I’d totally be your date and check out all the posh romantic spots with you.”
I chuckled. “I’d probably have more fun with you anyway,” I said. “Jeremy wasn’t exactly Mr. Romance. His idea of a romantic date was running his fingers through my hair while I was giving him oral.”
“Gross,” Anna shivered on the other end of the line. “I did not need that visual.”
“Men suck,” I groaned. Rolling over onto my belly and burying my head into the pillow, I inhaled deeply, savoring the vanilla scent.
“Hashtag not all men,” Anna teased.
I groaned even louder at her terrible joke.
At least I had a nice hotel room to hang out in. If only I didn’t have to go anywhere to do my job. I’d be glad to just hole myself up in my room and avoid any and all reminders of my failed romance. Being in one of the most romantic cities in the world -- alone -- only a couple months after a breakup was tough. Finding out that he’d been screwing other girls while we were together made it even worse. It was going to be really hard to trust anyone after that.
“No, seriously, Hope. You’re still bitter, but it’s been what, two months now?” she chirped. “Why are you still pouting over Jeremy? Maybe it’s time you got yourself a new man. It’d be easy for a sexy thing like you.”
“I’m not ready for a new man,” I said. “And the reason I’m still pouting is because Jeremy and I made plans for the future, Anna. Our future. Plans that included marriage in the next year, kids after that, and all of that is gone now. Poof. All gone. And I’m not getting any younger.”
“You’re twenty-nine, Hope. Not eighty,” Anna laughed.
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