揊uck,?I grind out, capturing her eyes.
She draws a gentle circle around my throbbing head, looking up with a devilish smile.
There goes my last thread of control.
My mouth meets her as I rear up, climbing on top of her, my throat like sandpaper as I flick the head of my cock at her entrance.
My erection coats itself in her wetness and smacks her clit.
Goddamn, do I love that little pleasure sigh that always falls out of her.
She winds her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss with a hot moan against my tongue.
Her other hand rests above my bare ass.
Her knees come up and she arches under me.
The woman is a human radiator, burning for my fullness. I抦 happy to oblige.
I break our kiss, releasing a slow breath as I sink into her.
Her arms clasp my neck and she kisses my chin, shuddering under me.
With a silent look that抯 all fire, I drive in, bottoming out with my balls on her ass, claiming every last inch of her.
Our breaths come harder.
We抮e melded together, deliriously still, connected for God only knows how long.
I don抰 need more. I don抰 dare ask.
How could I when I抦 living in heaven?
I lower my head closer to her ear.
揑 love you, Mrs. Burns.?A laugh falls out of me. I抣l never, ever get sick of calling her that.
揝how me how much,?she whispers back, drawing my thumb into her mouth and sucking it.
Fuck.
I抦 thrusting like a madman by the time her fingers rake through my hair, tugging, each moan falling out of her louder than the last.
Our bodies go to war, giving and taking, seething and sweating and pulsing in happy chaos. My hips crash down on hers with a mind of their own.
I抦 famished, and so is she, her little body twisting under me as my pubic bone drags friction against her clit.
Her pussy clenches like a second mouth, dragging me to madness, begging me to come with her with an illusion of choice.
I couldn抰 hold back to save my life.
Not today.
Not when she抯 like this.
Not when I want to mark my wife with seed she抣l still be leaking when we shower tomorrow morning.
揇akota!?I thrust so deep my spine bends.
揕incoln! Oh God, oh yeah, come inside me.?
I fucking explode in a mess so hot I think she抣l have to peel me off the bed later.
Her body spasms around mine, a firing spring, all of my senses gone except the raging need to pour myself inside her.
She wrings me out for a small eternity before I pull away, still hard, and crash down on the bed next to her.
揘evermore.?I sigh. I tuck her head under my chin and hold her as we both struggle to find our breath. Once I抳e regained control of myself, I roll beside her and pull her into my arms.
She trembles as I trace a finger down her back.
揥hat? I just touched you.?
She shrugs. 揗y senses are in overdrive after that.?
揂nd I love the way your senses react to me.?
Dakota falls asleep in my arms.
I run a finger through her hair and slowly fade off to sleep, my eyes drifting to that raven tattoo last. When we抮e back in the States, she抯 getting that touched up.
The heart no longer broken. My name around it, a seal of trust and love she抯 promised as a wedding gift.
It抯 beautiful and it抯 also sexy as hell.
My dick goes hard again as I fade out, thinking about taking her while she抯 branded with my name.
When I wake up in the morning glow, Dakota sits across the room, already wearing her swimsuit and a see-through wrap.
揧ou抮e too far away,?I tell her.
She smiles, holding up a small plate with a glazed bun. 揑 got you breakfast. No Regis rolls here, but they do have these Japanese cinnamon buns.?
揊uck pastries, sweetheart. I want you.?
揙h, I think you抣l want to eat this one, hubby,?she tells me with a wink. 揓ust come here.?
My eyes narrow, wondering what she抯 up to.
揕incoln.?She holds up the plate again impatiently.
Fine. Whatever.
I stumble to the edge of the bed and take the roll from her hands.
Then I pick it up, take a huge bite, and梐lmost break a tooth as she gasps.
揙h, be careful!?
Too late. I spit something into my palm. It抯…a tiny plastic person?
揥hat the hell, Nevermore??
I look at the object in my hand. It抯 a small smiling baby.
When I look up, she smiles, her face turning vibrant red.
When it hits me, I fall back on the bed with a heavy bounce.
揙h, shit. Oh, Jesus, are we棓 I pause, sitting up to look at her, probably with eyes bigger than marbles.
Grinning shyly, she nods so briskly her hair flaps.
揌ow long have you known??I ask.
揑 found out the day before the wedding, but I thought I抎 save the news. There aren抰 too many things you can get a billionaire bad boy he doesn抰 already have, and besides a tattoo job, I figured this might make the list.?
揟his definitely makes the list.?I reach for her, damn near bursting with excitement like a kid on Christmas. 揅ome the hell here!?
This is how I hope it抣l always be with us.
When we抮e too lost for words, we just kiss.
Of course, it has its hazards. Neither of us remembers I抦 holding a cinnamon bun until the warm, sugary mess is sandwiched between us when I peel back.
揝hit, sorry,?I mutter.
Dakota tries to brush smashed pastry off her swimsuit. It抯 not really working. When she looks at me, laughter bursts out of her, explosive and bright.
揑t抯 perfect,?she says, drawing in a breath while I give her a puzzled look. 揕ook at us, Lincoln. Hot, messy, and still pretty sweet. I wouldn抰 have it any other way.?
揑 would,?I whisper, plucking a strip of flattened roll off my abs and popping it into her mouth.
When we kiss again, it抯 not just sugar and spice I抦 tasting.
It抯 Dakota Burns.
It抯 all of my tomorrows.
Both of us, Burns be.
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Happy Friday （Sabrina）
I know the moment I open my eyes that it抯 going to be a day.
It抯 Friday the Thirteenth, the worst day ever invented in the history of time.
A date belonging to screeching black cats, tumbling salt shakers, and broken clocks.
Not a day where good things happen to hardworking girls who wake up on the wrong side of their beds梐nd the achy crick in my neck tells me today抯 black magic already started on my pillow last night.
Awesome.
Somehow, I manage to crawl out of bed and get showered and dressed, without losing any limbs. But as I hop out of my bedroom in a brand-new outfit, still zipping my knee-high boot while trying to check my phone for the time, I realize what else feels off besides my poor neck.
I抦 flipping late.
Apparently, the alarms on my phone love this infamous day just as much as I do.
揙hhh, Brina, big date tonight? You look amazing! But you抮e late.?Paige holds out my purse and a paper coffee cup with an easygoing smile.
揥here would I be without you??I mutter, unsure whether I抦 rolling my eyes at her for going all Captain Obvious or the fact that I would be worse off without a friend like her.
I jerk the boot zipper the rest of the way up, then snatch the cup and purse from her. I抦 wearing a sweater dress with a jacket thrown over it and high heeled boots, an ensemble pulled together more for Chicago fall warmth than fashion. And I抳e thrown my walnut-brown hair into a ponytail this morning because it抯 the quickest fix.