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"Look at me, sweet girl."

Those green eyes find mine. Tears cling to her lashes and I kiss them away, one side and then the other.

I set a rhythm that is slow, deliberate, each thrust reaching as deep as her body will allow. Her nails rake down my back, scoring lines I'll wear tomorrow like proof that I'm hers. Her hips rise to meet every stroke. Our breathing tangles and the wet, obscene sound of my cock pushing through her arousal fills the room alongside her soft cries and my rough groans.

"I want to fill you with my seed, Neve." The words scrape from my throat, rough and raw, because I've never said them to another living soul. My hips drive forward and she gasps, her pussy clenching around my bare cock so tight my vision fractures. "I want to put my child inside you. I want to watch your belly grow round with a baby we make together."

Her walls clamp down and a flood of slick heat coats my shaft.

"Yes." She grips my shoulders, her legs locking tighter around my waist, pulling me impossibly deeper. "Give me everything. All of you, Daddy."

I grip her hip with one hand and bury myself to the hilt. Her body arches into mine and the sound she makes is wrecked, raw, the purest sound I've ever heard from another human being. I reach between us and find her clit, swollen and slick, and stroke in tight circles while I drive into her harder, faster, chasing the release that burns white-hot at the base of my spine.

"Come with me." My voice breaks on the words. "Let me feel you fall apart for me, sweet girl. Only me. Forever only me."

She detonates around me. Her pussy clamps in tight, pulsing waves and she cries out.

I don’t stop. I fuck her harder, driving in and pulling out through her climax. I follow her over the edge with a groan torn from a deep, primal part of me. My cock pulses and I spill inside her with nothing between us, flooding her with hot, thick ropes of cum that fill her while she milks me dry.

I stay buried inside her while the aftershocks roll through both of us. Her legs remain wrapped around my waist. My face presses against her throat. Her heartbeat pounds against my lips and I kiss her pulse point, then the soft skin below her ear, then the corner of her jaw.

"Stay." Her voice is small, wrecked, and absolutely heavenly. “I know you probably want to shower now, but stay for just a minute longer.”

I gather her against my chest and breathe in her essence. My hand finds her stomach and spreads wide across the smooth skin, pressing gently against the warmth beneath.

"I have nowhere else to be."

The lie burns worse than any bullet I've taken.

I hold her until her breathing steadies, until the tension drains from her body and she melts into me with a contented sigh that guts me. When she drifts toward sleep again, I ease myself from the bed and pad toward the bathroom. The water will buy me ten minutes to figure out how to tell her the truth without getting her killed.

Ten minutes. That's all I need.

Neve

Warm water hisses behind the bathroom door and I stretch across sheets that smell like him, like us, like the most reckless and beautiful decision of my entire life.

My body hums. Every muscle is loose, spent, wrung out from what this man did to me before the sun crested the Chicago skyline. The tender ache between my thighs pulses where he filled me, with nothing between us for the first time. My fingers press against my lower stomach and a flush of heat rolls through me at the memory of his voice cracking on the words he whispered while buried inside me.

A child. He wants a child with me.

My inner muscles clench at the thought and I press my face into his pillow, pulling spicy sandalwood deep into my lungs. A grin spreads across my face and I allow myself ten seconds of reckless, stupid, falling-in-love bliss. For the first time in my life, my heart feels full. Really full.

His phone vibrates against the nightstand. A harsh buzz against the steel surface that cuts through the quiet room. I glance toward the bathroom door. The shower still runs. Steam curls from beneath the frame.

I shouldn't.

The phone buzzes again. A notification banner lights the screen and my eyes catch two words before the display fades.

Contract status?

My blood cools by several degrees.

What the hell? I reach for the phone. My fingers close around the cold case and I tell myself I'm not snooping. Warning lights start going off in my head.

I try to pull up the notification again, but the screen is locked. A passcode prompt pops up. Fuck! I punch in the code from the elevator panel, the one he gave me when we arrived. Nine, seven, twelve.

Bingo! The phone unlocks.