Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
I wondered if it was possible to wear a mattress out from hard fucking as he powered into me, the wet sound of my pussy taking his dick filling the room in a soundtrack I knew I’d never forget.
“So good, Anya,” he hissed as he came in closer. Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I held on as his chest rubbed back and forth against mine with each thrust.
I could feel myself spiraling. “I’m going to come,” I moaned. “Oh, please, Devlin. I’m right there.”
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come on my dick. Do it.”
My body locked up and I dragged my nails down his back as I came, a soft scream escaping me. He thrust into me over and over as I continued coming, my name on his lips becoming a chant. When he slammed inside and locked his hips, I knew he was there. The heat of his come inside of me confirmed it, his hips jerking frantically as he filled me with it.
“Fuck, Anya,” he yelled. “Anya!”
By the time he was finished he was trembling, and both of us were panting for air. Wrapping his arms around me, he rolled onto his back, staying inside of me as he did. I clenched around him, surprised to feel that he was still hard.
“Sweetheart,” he hissed. “If you don’t want to find yourself getting fucked again, you should stop that.”
I squeezed again, laughing as he growled beneath me. “You love to push my buttons,” he rasped.
I shrugged as I leaned in and kissed him before I said, “It’s a dirty job, but someone has to do it.”
He chuckled as he traced his fingers over my lips. “You know we can’t go back from here, right? Fought it for so long—now that I’ve been inside you there’s no way the genie can go back in the bottle.”
I nodded. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t want it to.”
Even though I couldn’t see it, I knew he was smiling. “Me either, sweetheart.”
Prologue
Devlin
Six months later
I frowned when I walked through the office door and found my secretary dusting the bookshelves.
“Anya,” I growled. “We talked about this.”
She shook her head and ignored me as she kept right on dusting. She was still stubborn as hell, even now.
“It’s a little Pledge and a dust rag,” she huffed as she turned to face me. “I think I’ve got this.”
I crossed the room and pulled her into my arms. “I don’t want you breathing that shit,” I said.
“It’s not bleach,” she said in a dry tone of voice. “Save the whole papa knows best thing until I have the baby.”
“I could fire you, you know.”
She laughed in my face. “Nope. You can’t even go five hours without my assistance. There’s no way you could go an entire day, much less an entire week, without my help.”
I rolled my eyes and tried to act like she wasn’t a hundred percent right as I rubbed my hand over her stomach. Six months pregnant looked fucking incredible on my wife.
Yeah—when we broke the seal, we went all the way. The first time we fucked led to a night of fucking which led to an entire weekend of nonstop sex— which led to a pregnancy test. What can I say? I’m just that good. I’d told her I loved her two days before she told me I was going to be a daddy, and we’d gotten married three weeks later. When you know, you know.
“I’ve got nothing else on my schedule today,” I murmured as I wrapped my arms around her. “How about we go home and take a nap?”
She giggled and leaned against me. “Is nap code for bedroom Olympics?”
I smiled. “It is.”
“Then let’s go, Romeo. Time’s a wasting.”
I laughed and silently thanked God for the millionth time for putting her in my life while she wiggled out of my arms and went to the outer office to shut down.
After I turned off my computer and put away the cleaner and rag she’d left on my bookshelf. I met her at the front door and took her hand in mine.
“Time to go home, Mrs. Fitzpatrick.”
“Lead the way, Mr. Fitzpatrick.”
THE END