“Holy fuck,” he breathed against the damp skin of my neck. “I didn’t think the sex could get any better, but knowing you love me. Shit. I can’t describe how much hotter it made things between us.”
My lids drifted open, and I smiled at him. “I guess that’s the difference between just having sex and making love.” Even when it was my ass he was taking.
He gently slid from my body and rolled us onto our sides. “We might not have said the words until today, but we’ve been making love to each other from almost the start. Sex was never just sex with you, Kinsley.”
I reached for his hand and placed it over my stomach. “It sure wasn’t. Our bodies knew better than our minds, apparently.”
“So much so that your birth control didn’t matter, and I knocked you up.”
I laughed softly at how proud he sounded. What a difference a couple hours made. All my worries about our marriage and the baby were a thing of the past, and we had a happy future to look forward to.
Epilogue
SULLIVAN
My chest puffed with pride, and I whistled as loud as possible as I watched my wife waddle across the stage to receive her diploma. Graham leaned on his cane next to me, and his face beamed almost as much as I’m sure mine did.
I was so fucking proud of my girl. Despite being pregnant, Kinsley had started back at school right after Christmas. She’d taken the summer off to have our daughter, Elsa, then finished her degree over the next two semesters.
Somewhere in there, I’d managed to knock her up again, and while it was a surprise, neither of us was disappointed. She was just grateful that at graduation, she still had a couple of months before our son, Foster, made his entrance into the world.
She’d also joined Bradford Enterprises, and together we’d opened a new, smaller division in the company. We decided to acquire an old, abandoned hotel. We were gutting the inside from the ground up and intended to turn it into another iconic New York destination. She’d let me take the reins in the beginning, but as her confidence grew, she stepped up and had taken on the lead role.
However, she’d insisted that I be more involved in the design and renovations because she wanted me to do what I loved. I was having more fun with the project than I’d expected, and it was amazing to work so closely with my wife. Lunches had certainly never been more delicious than when it was Kinsley spread out over my desk.
After the ceremony, we headed to a reception my mother had insisted on throwing in Kinsley’s honor. My parents were thrilled that she had become a part of their legacy, almost as much as they were by the grandbabies she was giving them.
“Kinsley!” my mother cried as she rushed over when we entered the opulent ballroom at the Four Seasons. “I’m so proud of you!”—she practically snatched Elsa from Kinsley’s arms—“Here, let me take this little angel so you can enjoy yourself.” Before we could say another word, my mother had whisked off with our daughter.
I laughed and decided to take advantage of the situation. “May I have this dance, Mrs. Bradford?” Kinsley’s clear blue eyes sparkled as she turned to face me.
She looked gorgeous in a blue silk gown that clung to her luscious curves. Made all the sexier by the bump that proved I’d staked my claim and knocked up my woman. It may have made me a caveman, but I couldn’t help it.
“If you don’t mind waddling around the dance floor,” she responded with a giggle. I took her in my arms and we danced a slow waltz.
“I have a surprise for you,” I whispered in her ear a few minutes later. I was enjoying the feel of her pressed against me, as much as she could be with her pregnant belly. And it was making me eager to get to the best part of the night. I’d intended to give her time to enjoy the party, but my desire for her had only grown over the time we’d been married, and I had very little willpower when it came to her. “My mother is keeping Elsa tonight, and I booked us a room here.”
Kinsley tipped her head back and smiled seductively at me, her eyes twinkling with laughter and excitement. “Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
I maneuvered us into a semi-private corner of the room, and the hand I’d kept splayed on her lower back crept down to squeeze her ass. “I don’t recall you ever turning me down,” I said with a smirk and a wink.
My head lowered, and I gave her lips a reminder of who owned them. As expected, she melted in my arms, and when I finally pulled back, her eyes were heated.
“You don’t think your mother will have a coronary if we slip out early, do you?” she asked breathlessly.
“I don’t give a fuck, I need you now,” I growled. I grabbed her hand and held it tightly in my own as I led her out of the ballroom and over to a bank of elevators.
I barely held on until we were inside and the doors closed. Carefully, I backed her up against the wall and kissed her deeply, while gathering up the material of her dress so I could slip a hand between her legs. No underwear? Damn, I loved her. “So wet for me. I fucking love how much I turn you on, baby.”
“Sullivan! Oh yes,” she moaned as I plunged two fingers inside her dripping pussy.
The ding of the elevator almost didn’t penetrate the fog of lust surrounding me. But the small chance that someone could see what was for my eyes only had me pushing her dress back into place and guiding her to the door of our suite.
Our clothes were left in a trail behind us as we kissed and touched our way to the bedroom. Once we reached the bed and were both naked, I helped her onto it and laid her out before me. “You are so fucking beautiful, Kinsley.”
“I’m fat,” she pouted.
“Pregnant and sexy as fuck, baby. Not fat.” I climbed onto the bed, but then remembered the other surprise I’d had delivered to the room earlier. I dashed to the living area and after glancing around, I spied a basket on the low table in front of the couch. I snatched it and hurried back to Kinsley.
“What is all that?” she asked curiously, leaning up on her elbows. Talking jiggled her tits, and I stopped in my tracks, distracted as my mouth watered. I couldn’t wait to taste her.
“Sullivan?”
“What?”
“The basket?”
“Oh, right.”
I carried it to the bed and set it beside her before slowly unpacking the contents. There was a bottle of sparkling cider and two flutes, chocolate-covered strawberries, caviar and crackers, and a few gadgets I couldn’t wait to try out.
Because my wife was fucking perfect, she ignored everything else in the basket and picked up a small, purple device that was rectangular on top and had double rings on the bottom. “Is this a cock ring with a vibrator on top?”
“I thought it might be fun to try out some new toys,” I said with a grin. “Did I forget to mention that we have the room through tomorrow night and I don’t intend to let you out of bed until checkout? That thing has ten settings and I’m going to make you come with each and every one.”
Kinsley turned the toy over in her hand, studying it for a moment before eyeing my dick hungrily. “You won’t hear me complaining.”
“No, but you will be screaming.”
I moved the basket to the floor and as soon as I positioned myself over Kinsley, she worked the C ring onto my dick. I turned it on and the vibrations had my dick harder than steel. I pushed back the urge to thrust into her immediately. I wanted to prolong this, and I needed a taste first. I slid down her legs and planted my face in her pussy, licking up the slit with the flat of my tongue. Her hips bucked, and I laved her a few more times before sucking her clit into my mouth. My fingers found her nipples, and I twisted and plucked them while I drove her out of her mind with my tongue and teeth on her bundle of nerves.
I was swelling to painful proportions and knew I didn’t have much time before I lost control. She started to shudder, and I surged up her body, claiming her mouth as I drove deep inside her. The vibrator on the ring pressed against her sensitive bud, and she screamed as an orgasm barreled through her.
I snapped and started t
o pound in and out like a wild animal. I kept my weight elevated with my fists planted in the mattress on either side of her so I wouldn’t put pressure on her belly. The headboard beat against the wall, but the sound was drowned out by our cries of ecstasy. “That’s right, baby, fucking squeeze me.” My spine tingled, and I thrust more forcefully and deeper until I was coming harder than I’d ever done before. “Fuck, yes, Kinsley! Oh fuck!”
Jets of come spurted endlessly, filling her pussy so full it leaked out as I worked us both through our orgasms. When the shudders began to subside, I collapsed next to her.
“Well, I give it a ten,” Kinsley panted. I laughed and removed the ring, setting it on the nightstand.
“Next time, I’ll aim for an eleven.” I gathered her into my arms, tucking her head under my chin and breathing in her scent.
“I love you,” I murmured as I pressed a kiss into her hair.
“I love you, too, Sullivan. So much.”
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My office phone rang, and I picked it up automatically, even as I continued reading the contract on my desk. “Sullivan Bradford.”
“Mr. Bradford, there is a Miles Deveraux here to see you,” Kline informed me.
That got my attention, and I sat back in my chair. “Send him in.” I hadn’t seen Miles in a couple of months. He’d recently been through a bad breakup and had taken a contract overseas to get away for a while. I hadn’t realized he was back in the country.
I stood as he entered and shook his hand. He was as tall I was, but differed in every other way, with his red hair, blue eyes, and leaner build. According to Kinsley, ladies loved the “freckled ginger.” A fact that had led to her receiving several spankings and a hard reminder fuck of who she belonged to.
“How was your trip?” I asked conversationally. He looked tired, but there was a determined glint in his eyes that made me curious.
“Long enough for me to screw my head on straight and figure out what I want.”
I raised an eyebrow and peered at him. “What can I do to help?”
I had expected him to give me a business proposal, so my jaw hit the proverbial floor at his next words.
“I heard through a very small grapevine that you and Kinsley met through an exclusive matchmaker? One that caters to men like us. I was hoping you’d give me the contact information. I’ve decided it’s time to find a wife.”
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