“Maybe we should, now that they’re almost here.”
“Okay, go for it.”
“For the girl, I like Ruby or Phoebe. Or maybe you want something Italian?”
“I like Phoebe. It’s Latin and Phoebe Toscano sounds good. Yeah, Phoebe. Pheebs. Deal.”
Padme laughed. “That was easy. Now, how about the boy …Enver Jr.?”
Enver wrinkled his nose. “No, I’ve never liked when fathers name their sons after themselves—it’s like them saying, ‘you are merely an extension of me, not your own person.’”
Padme felt her heart warm. God, this man … “I love you for saying that …but I do love your name—maybe for a middle name?”
“That I can live with.”
“Except we are not having ‘Phoebe Padme.’ That’s too much.” They both laughed.
“What, no calling her ‘PeePee’?” Enver feigned disappointment, and Padme laughed.
“Hell, to the no. So, back to the boy monster …I would like an Italian name for him. Any suggestions?”
Enver blew out his cheeks. “So much choice. Can I think about it?”
“Sure.” She sat up and turned around in the large tub, straddling him. Enver caught her mouth with his, his hands running over her breasts.
His eyes were soft with love and desire. “Have I told you that you get more beautiful by the day, Ms. Kaur?”
Padme smiled.” You have, and I thank you, gorgeous man.” She reached down between his legs and stroked his already half-erect cock. “See this? This would make other men feel inadequate.” She ran the tip along her sex. “And other women scream with jealousy.” She notched the tip of his cock into her entrance and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Fuck me, Enver Toscano. Fuck me hard.”
He thrust up, filling her cunt with his rock-hard cock, and she shuddered with pleasure. She began to slide herself along his shaft. “God, Enver. I’ll never, ever get tired of this.”
“Even when we’re old?”
“Especially when we’re old.”
They both laughed, but then they began to get more intense as the excitement built, their bodies curving towards each to her as they fucked in the cooling water.
“My only complaint,” she gasped. “Is that I can’t wait to be underneath you again. I love it when you press my knees to my chest and ream me into submission.”
“Such a dirty girl,” Enver panted, winding her long hair in his fist and kissing her roughly. Padme dug her nails into his pecs, hard, and he groaned. “After the kids are a little older, we are going to get Severin to take them for a few days. Then you and I are going somewhere private, so we can get as kinky as we like.”
Padme groaned in anticipation. “What will you do to me?”
“Tie you up and have you helpless while I fuck your pretty mouth, your velvety cunt, and your perfect little ass.” He was rubbing her clit now, and Padme felt delirious.
“I’ll suck your cock until I’ve milked you dry,” she said hoarsely. “I’ll let you whip me if that’s what you’re into …there’s nothing I won’t try with you.”
“I’ll hold you to that promise, Padme …god …I’m coming, I’m coming hard, cara mia …”
Padme’s orgasm hit just as she felt Enver’s cock pumping deep inside her. She clung to him, moaning and whispering his name. “Say you’ll never let me go, Enver …”
He met her gaze, and she could see the absolute love in his green eyes. “I will never, ever let you go, Padme Kaur. Never.”
The jury was finally out. Three weeks, and finally, Padme could see an end to the ordeal. Ben Kline was hopeful. “Your testimony, along with that of Dale and Severin’s really made an impact with the jury. It’s just a waiting game now.”
Enver nodded to him. “Do they have an idea of how long they will be out?”
“The feeling is that it won’t be too long, but who knows? I’ll call you at the hotel when we know something.”
Back at the hotel, Padme and Enver lay on the bed, talking and watching old movies on the huge flat screen. Padme felt particularly exhausted today and she rubbed her belly. “They’re eager to come out, I think,” she said to Enver, who leaned down and kissed the bump.
“I’m not surprised,” he said. “They just want to be with their mama.”
“And their papa,” she added with a smile. “I can’t wait to meet them.”
“Me either.”
She had fallen asleep for a few hours when Enver gently shook her. “Il mia amore …the jury’s back in. They have a verdict.”
In the moment before the jury foreman read out the verdict, Padme suddenly panicked that Henry might get away with it all—that they’d find him not guilty. Her eyes met Henry’s and all she could see was blankness.
What happened to you? she thought. Why do you hate me so much?
The next moment, her whole body slumped in relief as the foreman read out guilty verdict after guilty verdict on every one of the charges against Henry Jones. The judge decided there was no reason to delay sentencing and put Henry away for life. Padme held his gaze as he was led away, then felt a rush of release. She bent double, dragging in oxygen. Enver’s hand was on her back.
“Cara mia, are you okay?”
Padme felt something inside her shift—and this time, it wasn’t emotional. It was physical. She grinned up at Enver through teary eyes. “Never more so, baby …I think your children want to say hello.”
At four a.m. the next morning, Padme gave birth to her son and her daughter. The boy, named Lucio, was a quiet child, gazing up at his mother with big green eyes. The girl, Phoebe, was more vocal and wriggly. Padme and Enver gazed at them in wonder.
“Look at these little beans,” Padme said, pure love in her voice. “They’re our children, Enver. Can you believe it?”
Enver was almost trembling with happiness and joy. He shook his head. “I can’t …god, Pad, they’re so perfect. So perfect …thank you. Thank you …” He smothered her with kisses and Padme started to laugh.
“You silly man. I love you so much.”
“As I love you, Padme. As I love you …”
Six months later …
Dale placed Padme’s hand in Enver’s and grinned at his friend, stepping back to a weeping Severin’s side in the congregation. Padme was trembling, so excited was she to finally marry this wonderful man in front of her. He looked incredible in dark gray morning suit, his dark curls even wilder around his head, and an inch of scruff on his face, the way he knew she liked. Padme, never one for meringue dresses, was wearing a simple, white, cotton dress, her long, dark hair falling below her waist now in soft waves, and a simple, white flower behind her ear. At her side were Harpa and Lisa, both in simple silk dresses in colors they had chosen for themselves. Padme remembered threatening Lisa with a peach meringue once and winked at her.
Lisa, their ex-bodyguard/fixer, was now a close family friend and smiled back at Padme. In the congregation, Severin held her granddaughter while Dale held his godson.
My family is complete, Padme thought, her heart swelling. She and Enver spoke simple vows, and in a flash, it was over—they were married.
After a party that lasted well into the early hours, they were finally on Enver’s private jet—just the two of them—on their way to a private island in the Mediterranean. It had been Enver’s wedding gift to Padme, and now she couldn’t wait to be there with Enver, naked. On the plane, they decided not to make love, but to save their ‘wedding night’ until the island, and by the time they arrived at the gorgeous, secluded villa, they were desperate for each other.
After showering together, Padme pushed him onto the bed and took his cock in her mouth, sucking and teasing it until Enver was groaning and pumping thick cum onto her tongue. Enver flipped her onto her back, pushing her legs up to her chest and thrusting deep inside her, his cock plunging deeper and deeper with each firm stroke. He caressed her breasts, his thumb stroking a rhythm over her nipples until they were rock-hard. �
�You like that, Principessa?”
Padme smiled up at him. “God, yes …” Her hands were on his chest, her nails raking down his firm stomach.
Enver thrust harder and deeper. “Imagine all the thing we can do to each other for the next two weeks …”
Padme arched her back, coming hard, panting, and calling his name. They made love until they were exhausted, tying each other up, fucking in every position, and making good use of all the sex toys and lube they had brought with them. “Make the most of it, soldier, because this stuff isn’t going to be easy to do with two babies running around the place.”
Enver grinned. “Oh, I think we could find some time to do this …after all, how do you think we’re going to give Pheebs and Lucio their many, many siblings?”
Phoebe laughed and rolled onto her side, snuggling into his arms. “I didn’t think it was possible to be this happy, Enver.”
Enver pressed his lips to her forehead. “You and me forever now, Pad.”
She tilted her face up for a kiss and smiled at him, her eyes shining. “Forever,” she promised. “Forever.”
The End
However you want me (His Sweet Torment Extra)
By Michelle Love
The Pacific Coast Highway was a lot less fun in the rain, Dale Fortuna decided. When he had set off from San Francisco that morning, just after dawn, the weather had been fine—about normal for early January—but now as he passed through Santa Barbara, a heavy storm had set in and the roads were flooding. Still, Dale thought, it matches my mood.
He’d moved down to California after finally being invalided out of the F.B.I. The savage beating he’d taken at the hands of the thankfully now-deceased Frederick Ingles’ men had meant his recovery had taken a lot longer than expected, and for the last two years, he’d been living on the compensation the Ingles family had been forced to pay—a nice sum that meant he would never have to work again. But Dale was bored out of his mind. His best friend, Padme, was now living in Italy with her husband, Enver, and while they always welcomed him into their home and while he loved visiting them and his godchildren, Phoebe and Lucio, he needed more in his life than just to be the periphery of someone else’s.
Back in Seattle, he’d dated off and on, kept his fitness up as best he could, and practiced at the gun range. But he wanted a new start, so he had moved down to San Francisco a year ago and had never looked back. He loved the cool vibe of the city, and it was there he decided to start his own freelance security business. Soon he was protecting visiting dignitaries—a nice throwback to how he and Padme had met Enver—and being hired as protection for movie stars, musicians, and other showbiz types.
Which was how he had gotten the job he was heading for right now. Dale pulled over at a gas station and filled the car. He grabbed a coffee and pulled the car over to reread his file on this job.
Actress Greer McNamara, aged twenty-nine. Blonde, beautiful, and a serious actress. Future Oscar winner, no doubt. She had a problem with an over-zealous fan who had become troubling to a greater degree of late, which is why her management team had called him. Dale looked at her photo. Gorgeous, but in her eyes, he saw a wary look. Here was someone who didn’t like to be controlled or dictated to he would bet. She had a boyfriend—actor Stone Holland, an action star. Dale frowned. They were an odd couple as far as he could see, but that was none of his concern.
He drained his coffee and drove back to the highway, down toward Los Angeles. He had never been fond of the city, but he had to admit, the sight of the Pacific Ocean and the beaches did lighten his mood. However you want me
The rain had stopped by the time he reached Greer McNamara’s condo in the Hollywood Hills. He pulled the SUV up to the gate and pressed the intercom, telling the security guard his name. However you want me
Good. The man checked his credentials and asked him if he had any weapons. Dale showed him his gun and his paperwork. The guard gave his car the once over, then nodded. “You can go on up to the house, Mr. Fortuna.”
Dale nodded with a smile. “Thanks, man.”
It was good to know Greer’s team was conscientious—in fact, Dale wondered why the management had felt the need to call him in.
When he met Greer’s manager, Blair, she explained the situation to him. “The public story is that we’re arranging close-body protection for Greer against this stalker. He’s a nuisance but not dangerous, as far as we know. The private story is this. You know about the relationship with Stone Holland?”
Dale nodded.
“Good. Well, the truth is it was a relationship in name only—just for publicity to promote the film they did together last year. Trouble is …Stone is having a hard time remembering that. He’s been trying to get closer to Greer and not being especially friendly about it when she turns him down. Greer doesn’t scare easily, but you have to –remember—this guy is the biggest action star in the world …and he has the backing of that pseudo-religious cult. Power. He’s threatened her with blacklisting her in Hollywood if she tries to break off the faux-relationship. He has three failed marriages behind him and he doesn’t want the press questioning him or his cult.”
Dale took this in. “Sounds more like a perception problem than a physical threat.”
“It was …at first. Seems some people in Stone’s ‘church’ decided that a better storyline for him would be as a grieving boyfriend of a murder victim. One of them tried to break in last week. He had a gun.”
“Gotcha, but again, why me?”
“Greer has promotional commitments for her upcoming movie—it’s important because the movie is getting major Oscar buzz. If she gets the Oscar, and blacklisting is off the table for Stone. With her box office, her work ethic, and her prestige, he won’t be able to touch her, and she’ll be free of him.” Blair sighed and rubbed her face. She was an attractive woman in her mid-forties, with black hair swept up in an elegant chignon, but her clothes were a casual t-shirt and jeans. She caught Dale checking her clothes and grinned. “No hidden weapons, Mr. Fortuna, and in case you’re wondering, Greer is very casual and informal with her staff. A less-starry star you won’t find. She deserves better than this crap. When you meet her, you may think she’s aloof—she just takes her time to trust, is all.”
Blair checked her watch. “She was just finishing up a telephone interview, which is why she didn’t meet you herself. Let me just go see if she’s free now. You want a drink? Coffee or something?”
“I’m fine, but thanks.” Dale liked the woman; she was no-nonsense and professional, but personable and welcoming. Left alone, he stood up and went to the vast glass sliding door at the end of the living room. The view over looked Los Angeles, a pall of smog hanging over the rain-drenched city. Dale squinted to see if he could make out the ocean in the distance.
“Great view, huh? One of the reasons I bought the place.”
Dale tuned to see Greer McNamara smiling at him. She held out her hand, and he took it. “Good to meet you, Mr. Fortuna. I have heard good things.”
“Thank you. The same.”
“Come, sit. We’ll bring on some lunch for us and talk about how this is going to work.”
Dale nodded. Greer McNamara was even more beautiful than her photograph, her long, straight, blonde hair falling below her shoulders and her vivid green eyes intelligent and watchful. Despite her obvious wariness, however, Dale sensed a warmth, and he liked her immediately.
“Mr. Fortuna—”
“Dale, please.”
Greer smiled. “Dale …Blair has given you the background, I hear.”
“She has, comprehensively,” Dale smiled. Greer and Blair shared a look he didn’t understand, and Greer cleared her throat.
“There’s more to it,” she said cautiously. “But I wanted to talk to you about it myself.”
She paused as two assistants came in bearing trays of food and hot pots of coffee and tea. “Thanks, guys. Dale, please help yourself.”
They all tucked into the sandwiches and
fruit on offer as Greer spoke. “Dale, the thing with Stone is …he’s unstable. So far, they’ve kept it out of the public view, but he’s been making threats. He’s been …abusive.”
Dale stopped eating. “He hurt you?”
Greer nodded. “He apologized afterward, of course, but I’m not a person who gives second chances when it comes to that. I want him away from me, for good. Blair’s explained why that’s difficult at the present time, and I’m afraid I will have to keep up appearances for a while. Sounds so cynical, but it’s the way Hollywood works. The Oscar nominations are out in three weeks—if I’m nominated, it’ll go a long way to help me be free of him.”
Dale nodded. “Can I ask? Why did you get involved in the first place? Do the public really lap up these fake relationships for the sake of selling tickets?”
Greer nodded. “I honestly don’t know, but while the studios have so much power, it’s the way it is. And Stone was—emphasis on was—a nice guy once before the ‘roid rage’ kicked in.”
“I have to say, I don’t see how you two fit together.”
“We don’t. Dale, if we’re going to be close, you might as well know that I don’t date. I’m kind of a recluse, really. Some might think that’s strange, being a public figure, but it suits me.”
Dale nodded, liking this woman. As was her manager, she was straight to the point. The pain in her eyes—who knew what that came from, but Dale would wager a million bucks it wasn’t just because of Stone Holland. Not my business, he thought, but as he chatted with the two women, he knew he would take this job. Whatever her demons, Greer McNamara was a good person who deserved to feel safe and secure, both at home and at work.
A week later, and Dale had moved into the guesthouse on Greer’s property. She had opened her home up to him, trusting him to make decisions about her security, and Dale appreciated her willingness to go along with his plans.
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