Surrender
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“Perfect.”
I kissed my fiancé and settled into my overpriced airplane cubby. When the attendant came by, I gladly accepted the champagne.
Through the flight, I managed to find the balance between getting my money’s worth out of this seat and not arriving in Vegas trashed. However, I was extra tired. Even in one of the cities that never sleeps, I couldn’t wait to get to our hotel and rest my eyes for just a bit. Besides, I knew tonight would be a sleepless one filled with surrender.
“Don’t even start,” Jake reprimanded when a hired car pulled up outside the airport to take us to our hotel.
My side eye grew more intense with each floor we climbed at the freaking Bellagio. All of a sudden, my first class tickets were mere pennies compared to the suite he booked us.
“You keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to fuck your throat harder than ever before.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
He smirked and my cock jerked behind my pants. God damn, I was always ready for this man. The thought of fighting him for dominance made the rush all the more intense, like sticking a fork in a socket.
Instead of starting the fight, he slapped my ass and stalked toward the bedroom, barely glancing at the beautiful view beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. “Come curl up with me for a few hours before I make you mine.”
We set an alarm and curled into each other’s arms, Jake’s head firmly planted on my chest, his strong thigh thrown over mine.
He woke before me and when I got up with the alarm, he strutted back into the room with his hands behind his back and a big-ass smile on his full lips.
“I went ahead and ordered our suits.”
“What? Dammit. I’m paying for this one. I would have gotten us—”
He jerked two white T-shirts out from behind his back, still wrapped in plastic, a pseudo-suit screen-printed on the front.
I couldn’t help it. I fell back on the bed, shaking with laughter.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I asked, wiping tears from my eyes.
“As a heart attack. Got to have the full Vegas experience.”
“I guess I should be grateful they’re both suits and one isn’t a wedding dress.”
“That would be fun to explain in photos.”
He tossed me my shirt and we got ready. I came out of the bathroom to find him bent over, tying his shoe. He stood tall and dragged his hand through his blond hair. For a moment, I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe. I think my heart stopped just before it started hammering a beat that sounded a lot like mine.
We’d been through so much and he would be mine. Fucking finally. The man I never thought I’d have was going to be mine.
“You okay?”
It seemed too good to be real.
“Are you sure?” I asked, letting the doubt have a voice.
“More than anything. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Another hired car waited for us at the entrance and instead of complaining, I gripped my fiancé’s hand and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”
We rode in silence to the chapel and in no time at all, standing under the bright lights of Las Vegas with the cheesy Elvis impersonator looking down from his altar, I heard the most beautiful words of my life.
“I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss your groom.”
We kissed and kissed, all while Elvis sang.
As soon as it was over, we rushed back to our hotel, declining any offers of champagne and extra pictures.
We burst through the room, clutching each other, shoving, gripping, fighting for dominance.
In the end, I was the victor, shoving him against the glass of our suite, turning him to face the lights of the fountain below. Biting his neck, I pushed his hands to the glass and stripped us of our clothes.
“You want my cock, husband?”
“Fuck yes,” he moaned.
“Not yet.”
I dropped to my knees and spread his cheeks apart, flicking my tongue along his tight hole. His breaths grew heavy and his pleas desperate. Especially when I reached around him to grip his shaft and stroked him roughly.
My own cock throbbed between my thighs and my need grew beyond control. Having lubed him with my tongue and stretched him with my fingers, I stood, holding his cheeks apart to spit on where I needed to be.
I held my hand to his mouth. “Lick.”
He complied, sucking on my fingers before I could pull away. I used his saliva to stroke my cock and then lined my head up with his opening.
“I love you, Jake.”
“I love you, Jackson—my husband. The love of my life.”
With a groan of happiness and pleasure, I pushed in and fucked my husband in front of the entire strip.
I did what I’d wanted to do since I was a teenager.
I claimed him as mine and let him claim me as his.
I surrendered.
Epilogue
Carina
“Hello, Laura. I’m here to see Erik.”
I’d been visiting Bergamo and Brandt since earlier in the year as a little side project. They wanted to open an office in London and reached out to Wellington and Russo for assistance. Since we’d already helped them set up their current business almost eight years ago, they didn’t need a whole team like they had before. No, they needed me and what I wanted to offer. So, without really discussing it with my father, I supplied them with a marketing plan completely created by yours truly. A damn good one, if I said so myself.
Jake helped out a few times when I needed to run numbers and analytics, but he didn’t need to waste time away from other projects that needed his full attention. So, he signed when required, and we hadn’t brought my father on.
“Look at you.” Laura beamed, taking in my belly. “You’re radiant, Carina.”
“I’m sweating,” I deadpanned, making her laugh. “Why the hell is it so hot in September?”
“Because you’re pregnant. It’s the law that all things to make you uncomfortable will happen in the last trimester.”
I rolled my eyes but shared a laugh with the older woman. She’d had three kids of her own, so she was kind enough to listen to me whenever I came in.
“I’ll let him know you’re here,” she said, picking up the phone. A moment later, she let me know to go on in.
I opened the door, and my eyes first locked on Erik rounding his desk. I saw others in my periphery in the seating area around a coffee table and remembered today would be a full team meeting.
“Hey, Carina. Can we get you anything to drink?” Erik asked, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek. We’d become close over the past few months of working together—friends. I’d also become close to his girlfriend, Alexandra, who gave a smile and a wave on her way to the couch. At least, as close as I let people get these days.
I opened my mouth to accept some water when a voice had me choking on my words.
“Carina?” A deep voice croaked my name, pulling my eyes to the others on the couch.
Dark hair pushed back, and the most startling gray eyes I’d never forget, even if I tried.
Holy shit.
“Ian?”
What were the odds? What were the freaking odds?
“You two know each other?”
My gaze jerked to the petite brunette sitting pressed to Ian’s side. Hanna Brandt, Erik’s little sister who worked in another department on the floor below. Her eyes were wide and scanned my body, resting on my stomach. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before, but as she looked between Ian and me, probably connecting the dots, it took on a hint of worry I’d never seen before.
I looked back to Ian to find his eyes widening as they took me in. My hand rested possessively on my stomach like I could hide the giant belly from his accusing eyes. If he looked shocked before, it was nothing compared to his jaw-dropping gawk now.
“What the hell is that?”
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Fiona Cole is a military wife and a stay at home mom with degrees in biology and chemistry. As much as she loved science, she decided to postpone her career to stay at home with her two little girls, and immersed herself in the world of books until finally deciding to write her own.
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