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Before I reached my own climax, Erica orgasmed a third time. Her body contracted around my cock, clamping down, and her cry was enough to push me over the edge. I released inside of her, and it felt amazing without a condom. I felt every tiny movement inside of her, the way her body pulsated to milk me, and my dick jerked at the same time to empty myself into her.
Erica collapsed forward on my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her and held her as we rode out our orgasms together.
We lay together like this long after our orgasms had subsided. Erica’s breathing slowed, and my heart rate lowered. I was still buried inside her, but what I felt wasn’t her body on mine or my dick in her body. What I felt was my heart and hers and how much we cared for each other.
Eventually, Erica rolled off me. We lay next to each other, and she looked me in the eyes.
“I love you,” she said. It was the first time she had said it to me like this, and warmth spread through my body.
“I love you too,” I said and leaned my head forward to kiss her. Erica shifted so that she lay on my chest, and I put my arm around her, holding her to me. Her breathing evened out, and I knew she had fallen asleep. I wasn’t ready to drift off yet.
I lay with Erica sleeping soundly on my chest, and I thought about everything that had happened between us. When Erica had walked into the office, I had known that this woman was something else. She had caught my attention immediately, but I hadn’t ever thought this was where we would end up. I had known I wanted her body, but I had never thought I would give her my heart.
We would still have tough times. I knew that. She was pregnant with what might be twins, and we were still in the public eye. It could be for a while. I hoped they would back off, but I had to prepare for the worst.
But I would always be there to protect Erica. I wanted this. When she had come to tell me about the baby, I had been shocked, but now that I’d had time to wrap my mind around it all, a family with Erica was exactly what I wanted. Everything between us was so different from anything I had ever had before. It was how I knew that this was it. This was the real deal.
I closed my eyes and finally started to drift. The feel of Erica’s body pressed against mine, the sound of her breathing, and the feel of her heart beating against my chest was how I would come to define happiness. I just knew it.
Erica shifted onto her other side, and I turned with her so that we were spooning. I put my arm around her, and it was the most natural thing to have her in my bed with me, to move with her, to have her against me. This was what my future would hold, and I was happier with how my life was going than ever.
Riches had nothing to do with money.
Epilogue
Erica
Nine Months Later
I stood in the nursery and looked down at my babies. Not one. Not even two. Brett and I had had sextuplets.
When I had gone for my three-week scan with Dr. Gordon, he had said that there would definitely be two. He wanted to check again in a couple of weeks. I had agreed, and I hadn’t been nearly as panicked as I might have been because I had known that Brett would be there for me, even if there were two babies.
The pregnancy hadn’t been planned, and I had been terrified that Brett would run away from me, especially when there might have been two. But he had been my Prince Charming, and with the confirmation, I had gone to him to tell him the news.
Brett had reassured me that he didn’t care about there being more than one. He had been happy about having twins as long as we were together, and he had made love to me again like he’d meant it.
The second time we had gone to Dr. Gordon for a follow-up ultrasound, Dr. Gordon had looked at us with a strange expression.
“Have you taken any fertility drugs?” he’d asked.
I had said no. The pregnancy had been a complete accident. When Dr. Gordon had told us I was pregnant with six babies, I had nearly fainted. When we had left the consultation, I had broken down in tears. I had been sure Brett would want to call it off now.
“Look at me,” he had said, putting his hand on my cheek. “I said to you we would stick this through no matter what. I’m not leaving you over this. I love you, and we’ll make this work.”
It had sounded so much like his first speech, it had only made me cry harder. Brett was an amazing man, and he had proved it to me time and time again.
