Page 110 of Negotiating Tactics

“What do you want?” she mumbled.

“I want to see you come on my fingers. Be good and do that for me, Alex,” I said as I stroked her slit.

She nodded, then stiffened when I pinched her clit.

“Do it,” I said as I furiously stroked her hard button.

I didn’t have the same finesse as usual, but there would be time for that later.

The rest of our lives.

My cock jerked at the thought, and I stroked her faster, easing one finger then another inside of her wetness.

“Come for me, Alex,” I whispered against her ear.

A few more rough strokes and she clamped down on my fingers and flew apart in my arms.

I’d never seen a sight more beautiful than Alex and didn’t know how I had gone these weeks without it.

I didn’t give her time to come down.

Instead, I hastily moved us to the bedroom.

“Ride me,” I said as I lay back on her bed.

She straddled me, centering herself over my cock and lowering down slowly.

I gripped her full hips, the feel of her weight, the sound of her breaths, the smell of her scent exciting and comforting.

I thrust up, but she stilled me, then looked down.

“I’m driving,” she said.

I chuckled then relaxed, letting her take the lead.

As she rocked above me, I squeezed her beautiful tits, imagined them getting fuller. Pictured how her body would change as our child grew.

Knew that I would love it—and her—always.

Just being this close to her had me teetering on the edge, but I refused to go alone.

I stilled her hips and then took control, using her hips to push her up and down as I thrust up, moving faster, harder, until she cried out.

When she clamped down, I let go, pumping my seed inside of her.

As tremors racked my body, I pulled her to me, gripped her face, and stared into her eyes.

“I love you, Alex.”

“I love you, too, Noah,” she said.

Twenty-Eight

Alex

“Are you ready for this?” Birdie asked exactly sixteen days later.

My wedding day, and it had only taken sixteen days because the judge had been on vacation. If Noah had had his way, we would have flown to Vegas. But I’d put my foot down.

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