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She practically purrs with delight when I reach her. I place my hands on the tops of her legs and skim my nose along the inside of her thigh. A deep growl rolls in my throat.

“Good boy,” she says, and I nip at her soft flesh, making her yelp.

“Don’t push me, corazón.”

She threads her fingers in my hair and tilts my head up. “You look so good on your knees for me, Ice.”

“I would spend every fucking day on my knees for you if you wanted me to,” I tell her honestly. “Especially if it leads to eating this delicious pussy.” I dip my head and lick the length of her wet slit, making her moan out my name. Flicking my tongue over her skin has her squirming and dripping onto the leather chair. I wrap my hands around the back of her thighs and pull her forward so her ass is perched on the edge of the seat, and then I eat her like I might never get the chance to again, sucking and licking and biting until she’s begging me to let her come.

“Nate, please,” she cries.

“Who owns this pussy, corazón?”

“You. Always,” she whines, needy and desperate.

I look up, locking my gaze on hers as she fights to keep her eyes open. “You look so good when you beg for me.”

She groans loudly, all frustration and desire. “Please!”

I chuckle, enjoying her pleading moans and whimpers as I remind her who’s really in control here. And only when her legs are shaking and tears are rolling down her cheeks do I give her what she needs, flicking my tongue over her swollen clit until she squirts all over my face and my suit.

I sit back on my heels, wiping my mouth and taking a deep breath as I look at her, practically boneless, sagging against the chair. God, she’s fucking perfect.

Leaning forward, I press my lips to her ear. She clings to me, fingertips grasping at the lapels of my suit jacket. “Catch your breath, corazón, because I’m gonna bend you over this table and fuck you so hard that you might just regret making me crawl to you.”

A smile spreads across her face. “Bring it, Ice.”

Jesus, fuck! I love this woman more than life.

Chapter

Seventy

NATHAN

Ten months later

New Year’s Eve

Stuffing my hands into my pockets, I look out over the New York City skyline. In the distance, fireworks light up the night sky, and I smile at how my brothers and I always insisted on shooting off the fireworks before midnight when we were kids. This is the first New Year’s I haven’t spent with my family. Well,thatpart of my family at least. I have a new one now.

Turning around, I watch her sleep. Although she’s wearing nothing but a pair of panties, she’s kicked off the covers, and her hand rests protectively on the swell of her belly. Our baby’s due date was two days ago, but he’s refusing to leave the comfort of his mother’s womb. Stubborn, just like his dad.

I take off my pants and crawl into bed beside her, slipping my hand over her hip as I press my chest against her bare skin. She shifts onto her back and lets out a sleepy sigh. “I fell asleep. Have I missed the ball drop?”

Dropping a kiss on her shoulder, I glance at the TV on the wall. “Not yet, corazón. We have fifteen more minutes.”

“I’m sorry I’m the worst New Year’s company ever this year.”

“No.” I kiss her again and rub a hand over her stomach. Our son kicks against it, and I smile. “You’re the absolute best.”

“You’re so smooth,” she purrs, pressing her beautiful ass against me and making my cock stiffen.

“You’re a wicked little siren rubbing yourself on me like that.”

She giggles. “Well, you did promise to take care of me after the movie.”

“I know, but you fell asleep watching it.” I nip her shoulder.

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