And I’d do it again if I had to, I’d kill any man if it meant keeping her safe.
“Are you ready to see the inside?” I asked, rubbing her giant, pregnant belly.
“I saw it already,” she said as she turned to look at me.
“Well, I made some changes,” I said as I fished out the key and dangled it in front of her. She snatched it from me, walked up the front steps and turned the lock.
“Wait a second, baby,” I said, lifting her in my arms.
“Put me down, Jessie. I'm far too big to carry,” she shrieked.
“Not a chance. It’s tradition to carry the bride over the threshold.”
“We've been married over a year. I think we are past the newlywed part.” She giggled.
“Baby, I plan on treating you like a newlywed our entire lives. You’re never going to feel like you’re taken for granted ever.”
As soon as we were inside, she looked at the renovated home. The entire place gutted and redone for her. Marble floors, pod lights, a completely white kitchen with quartz counters and cupboards.
“Jessie, how did you manage all this in just five months?”
“I wanted this place to be perfect.”
“Jessie, you've already done so much. You uprooted your whole life and business to be here in New York.”
I gathered her in my arms. “You’re my life, Harper. Wherever you are, that’s where my life is.”
“I love you,” she whispered, pressing her lips to mine. “I love you and I'm so happy that you are ours.”
“I love you too, baby, now how about we go and christen all the rooms.”
Epilogue Two- Ten years Later
Harper
“I love you in this dress, Harper, but it’s much too restrictive for what I want to do to you.” His eyes sparkled with lust. He ran one hand slowly up my back, following the curve of my spine, and found the zipper at the top.
He slid the metal teeth down slowly as my heart began to pound and I arched my back into him. As he unzipped the dress, it loosened on my body without falling. One finger played with the lace above my breasts, before slowly tugging the fabric down to reveal my chest to him. My nipples hardened as the fabric grazed my oversensitive skin. His eyes looked at me through dark lashes before he dove in, finding my nipple with his teeth and tugging firmly, then sucking it into his mouth. My body shuddered with pleasure as my hands held his head to my chest, urging him on.
“We owe Silver weekly flowers for the rest of our lives for taking the twins this weekend,” I husked as I gasped for air.
Getting away for adult time had become our biggest challenge when it came to twins, but leave it up to Jessie and Silver to orchestrate the best adult weekend ever. Jessie had surprised me with two nights in the rooftop suite of the most luxurious hotel in our town—and it felt a million beautiful miles away. I loved my babies to the ends of the earth and back, but I also missed my husband in a way I hadn’t thought possible considering we all lived in the same house. Responsibilities ruled our roost, but not this weekend.
“Silver’s been well-compensated for her babysitting, trust me. That woman drives a hard bargain.” Jessie planted one hand firmly on the door behind me and pinned me to it with the length of his body. I was panting with need, my body awash with sensitivity as things like play dates and dance recitals faded in my memory.
I grabbed the lapels of his open jacket and pushed it off him, and began working on the buttons of his dress shirt. He'd indulged me with the most decadent five-course meal, and now we were finally all alone. Yanking the shirt out of his pants and throwing it off his shoulders, I undid the top button of his pants before his hands grabbed my wrists tightly, forcing me to stop.
My eyes scanned his etched body, from the undone button at the top of his pants, to the distinct V-shape of his pelvic muscles, up to the hard planes of his chest. My fingertips ached to run along his body, so I tried to move my hands to touch him but he held my wrists tighter and shook his head.
He pulled my wrists above my head and locked them together with one hand. He attacked my neck with nibbles and licks, making his way to my lips and pressing deeply.
“I want to see you.” His eyes burned into mine as he pulled the dress down over my hips until it finally dropped and pooled at my feet. I stood before him in my black lace boy shorts and a pair of black heels, with my hands pinned over my head by my husband. I’d never felt more exposed or turned on, my hips writhing against the air. I needed him. I needed him desperately.
He fingered the lace waistband of my panties, threatening to pull them off me with a devilish smirk.
My heart thrummed in my chest, and his palm traveled around my hips to land on my bottom. His hand ran down the thigh of my leg, and he hitched it up around his waist as he kissed me deeply, ending with a bite on my lower lip before he released my wrists and placed his hand on my other thigh, bouncing me up onto his hips.
He held me against the wall of the penthouse as I ground my core into him as a means to relieve the tension throughout my body. My most sensitive parts ached to be filled by him, and if the tension wasn’t relieved soon I thought I would combust.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and inhaled the scent of his skin beneath his ear. I tugged on his hair hard to let him know that I was ready for him. He must have gotten the message, because he held my bottom in both of his hands, backed me off the wall, and walked with eager steps to the sweeping staircase.
“Makin’ every last inch of you mine tonight, Daddy has missed his beautiful girl.”
Arousal skittered through my body, soaking my thighs and sending me down the rabbit hole of need. “Yes, Daddy, make me yours again, I need to feel the stretch of your thick cock inside me.”
He groaned, sparks of lust lighting his eyes as he held me wrapped around his body and sauntered to the master bedroom.
“I’m going to fuck you against those windows this weekend, baby.” He laid me back on the crisp white linens of the king-sized bed and stood back to look at me. “But right now I need to take you in.”
The dress pants hung low on his hips with the top button undone; he looked dangerously sexy, bathed in the moonlight, and all I could think about was his body pressed against mine.
“Good enough to eat.” His eyes inspected my entire body, his fingertip stroking the outside edge of my thigh. “I can’t wait to fuck that pretty pink cunt with my mouth.”
He gave me a lopsided grin as he picked up my foot and traced it with his nose. He took one shoe off and dropped it to the floor. He set my foot back down onto the bed softly, then removed my other shoe before crawling up the bed to my body. His fingers caught the waistband of my panties.
“I hope you aren’t fond of these.” He ripped the panties off my body and shoved them into the pocket of his pants. My heart skipped a few beats as he ran his nose up the side of my thigh, locking my legs into place with his strong hands. I writhed under his grip in anticipation of what he might do.
“You smell like you missed me.” He ghosted over my center before sliding his tongue between my thighs. I cried out in pleasure, finally feeling his touch where my body most desired it. “This needy pussy is always so ready for my cock.”
Jessie pulled away for a moment before running his tongue back up the sensitive flesh. I cried out again and arched into him. My hands tangled in his hair and tugged on the silky strands. He alternated sucking and nibbling, before slowly pushing one finger inside me. Desire flooded through my body, as Jessie continued to lick and bite before sliding in another finger and pumping his hand. I was ready to explode underneath him, but I wanted to feel him inside me. I tried pulling him up, to signal I was ready for him.
“Not yet, Harper. I want you to come first.” Jessie pumped deeper and sucked harder until I fell over the cliff, pleasure washing through me. My fingers tightened their grip in his hair as my body tensed then relaxed under him. My heart was pounding in my ears and my breathing came out in ragged pants.
“Sweeter than ice cream.” Jessie crawled up my body and kissed me on the lips, forcing his tongue into my mouth, letting me taste myself. The action was a surprising turn on, and it made my head dizzy with lust, mingling our tastes together. I held his head tightly to mine and kissed him with passion.
He pulled away from me and I groaned.
“Eager are we, baby girl?” Jessie grinned as he backed off the bed and unzipped his pants, letting them drop to the floor. My eyes flicked to his erection as he stroked it a few times while watching me.
“You’ve got me so fucking hard, Harper, look what just watching you does to me.” Jessie’s eyes blazed. He crawled over me and held my head tightly between his hands as he kissed me, rubbing his length between my legs. I wrapped both arms around his body, digging my nails into his back. My legs locked around his waist and pressed him harder into my center, urging him on.
“Are you ready to be filled, princess?”
My eyes flickered up to his as he froze above me. “Please, yessss.”
“Say it.” He ground his hips into me.
“I’m so ready for you,” I whispered, and arched into him.
“Ready for me to do what, Harper?” he taunted.
“Ready for you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Daddy.” My fingernails dug into his back.
“Yesss,” he hissed as his rigid cock stroked my sensitive flesh. “I love fucking you so hard and deep I lose myself, sweet girl. I’m a fucking savage. I like to hear you beg, Harper. Seeing you look up at me with those sexy, innocent eyes makes Daddy’s cock leak.”
He attacked my mouth with his as he thrust into me in one quick motion. I gasped into his mouth as he filled me. My body quickly adjusted to him and he began to ease in and out. He kissed and nibbled along my neck while his hands stroked my breasts down to my hips. Then he leaned back and took my calf in his hand and held it up high over his shoulder as he began to slam into me. I cried out in pleasure at this new angle, hitting a new and delicious spot.
“You feel so fucking tight.” Jessie thrust in and out and I put my hands above my head to brace myself against the headboard. “Your body is all snug and perfect for me. And you look so sexy laid out for me like this. I don’t know how I got so lucky to call you mine.”
Jessie’s hand trailed down from my breast to my clit and began to press and massage in circles. “Come for me, precious.”
I locked eyes with my husband and my orgasm ripped through me, sending tingles to my toes and a wash of pleasure to my head. Jessie groaned, his jaw tightened, and I felt his body pulse. His strokes slowed and he collapsed on top of me, panting.
My fingers intertwined in his hair and my heart felt like it would burst from my chest as Jessie’s head lay on top of it. His breathing slowed and he rolled to the side and curled around my body, locking me in his embrace. “Have I ever told you that you make me the happiest man alive?”
“I may have heard that once or twice.” I grinned as he placed a tender kiss on the tip of my nose.
“Happy Anniversary, Gorgeous. Here’s to fifty more.”
I giggled as his lips attacked my neck again. “We’re going to owe Silver a helluva lot more flowers.”
“You’re worth breaking every promise for, baby girl. Lost in you is the only place I ever want to be.”
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Maverick
The Clifton was the fanciest piece of real estate in our town, and most of its residents were made up of city hotshots looking to escape the city for the summer. By the time I was pulling in two minutes later, Randy’s warning about the residents of the old hotel was haunting my mind.
“Oh, thank God you’re here, I can’t stand the crying another second.” The valet opened the driver’s side door of the ambulance with a curt nod. “You’re not a moment too soon.”
“Excuse me, did you say crying?”
“Sure did, Sir. You may need ear plugs for this one.”
“You know, that’s the second time I’ve heard that today.” I hopped out from behind the wheel, bag of basic tools and first aid in hand.
“It must be a sign, Sir.” His eyes were apologetic as soon as he opened the wide entry doors.
Sobs instantly descended on my ears.
“Oh, shit, you weren't kidding,” I said, as I stepped into the lobby. Not a soul to be found except the receptionist, ear muffs covering her ears--uncharacteristic for a warm summer evening--and a frown on her face.
Her eyes cast across the lobby, and my gaze followed.
And that’s when I saw them.
The bank of elevators, middle doors open wide, and one pair of lipstick-red heels peeking out from a space no taller than twelve inches.
“Holy shit.”
“She’s been crying for twenty minutes straight, Sir,” the receptionist mumbled.
“Is she hurt?”
“Not that I’m aware of,” the woman groaned.
“You got another pair of those I could borrow?” I nodded to the fuzzy muffs stifling the noise forming from the elevator.
She shook her head, face dead serious.
“Wonderful, okay then.” I marched to the elevator, pausing at the opening and clearing my throat. The sobbing stopped instantly. With my eyes trained on the shiny red heels, I began to speak.
“Hello, Miss, I’m a first responder, are you hurt in there?”
“No.” Came the small squeak.
“Perfect. I've got a tool that might get us back in business here, but I have to get to that control panel on the side. Do you see it?”
A long pause, a soft hiccough, and then a soft ahem.
“Do you think if I give you the tool you can open it and take a look yourself? I can tell you what to look for.”
Silence.
“Ma’am?” A soft sob and then small tremors shook her heels. “Ma’am, are you hurt?”
“No, it’s just...I can’t get it open.” Fear and anxiety rattled her voice, I could feel it to the depths of my stomach. This woman was terrified.
“That’s okay, the elevator repair company is on the way, but I think I can just get through this crack. If I can, I might be able to get to that control panel and get you out of here sooner.”
“Yes, yes, please, hurry.” More tears flooded her words.
“Okay, just slide back in the corner, I don’t want to get nailed in the throat with one of those heels.” I tried to lighten the mood, but her silence was the only response. I cleared my throat as she folded her legs underneath her, tucking herself into the back corner of the elevator.
For the first time, I could catch a glimpse of the fitted black pencil skirt that formed to her calves.
I swallowed, gripping the edges of the elevator floor and hoisting myself, head first, into the box. Turned away from her, I pressed my chest through the metal, using my biceps to heave the rest of my body through the narrow space.
“There,” I huffed, wiping the dirt on my palms onto my thighs before digging into my supply bag. “Is there anything I can get you?” I didn’t have the room to turn fully: her legs curled out of my way were fine enough, but she also had a big-ass bag taking up the entire corner. I was forced to wedge into the corner with the control box, my calves grazing her thighs as I worked.
“I-I’m fine.” Her voice was soft, trembling, but more measured than before. She was trying to compose herself. I was glad for that. Fixing the control panel on an ancient art-deco elevator was one thing, doing it with a woman sobbing in the corner sounds like something out of a nightmare.
“Good, you
sound a helluva lot better than when I arrived, that’s for damn sure.” My tone was light as I popped open the box on the control panel.
“I’m not good with tight spaces.”
“You don’t say.” I chuckled as I twisted the flat head of a screwdriver into the emergency reset button.
“Well, your bedside manner is a gem.” Her voice lowered a register and hit me square in the stomach, something familiar wrapped around my thoughts. I sucked in a breath of air, eyes slamming closed for a beat as I thought back to the last time I’d heard that flirty, sassy tone of voice.
“Sorry, Kitten, the call didn’t say there was a tip for an impeccable bedside manner.”
I heard her huff once, before she quietly replied: “Why did you just call me Kitten?”
I cracked a smile, only one thought running through my head. “Because you sounded like a scared little kitten stuck in a tree when I got here.” I leaned back on my thighs, tossing over my shoulder, “If the shoe fits, ya know?”
She huffed again, and it caused me to laugh harder.
“What would you say if I told you I love that little noise you make so much I may never stop teasing you?”
Another adorable huff came from over my shoulder, longer this time. “I’d say it looks like you’re gonna need a bigger tool to get us out of here.”
I nearly dropped the screwdriver in my hand. I hadn’t expected a reply like that, so quick and...raunchy. “Got quite a mouth on you, Kitten.”
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