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My arousal glistens on his lips as he unbuckles his own belt. He pushes his pants down over his ass, just enough to let his cock spring free. It’s hard and heavy, ready to go. His fingers move back to my pussy, pushing inside then returning to his dick. He rubs the wetness over himself as I watch. It is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

Without a word, he steps forward, lifts my ass, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His cock slides inside, my already spent body opening for him like he fucking owns it. He lifts me higher, releasing my hands from the hook, and I loop them around his neck. He pushes me hard against the wall of the cubicle. We still for a few moments, him deep inside me. He smiles sexily, kisses my lips, then says, “You ready for that baby now, wife?”

“Hunter, we haven’t discussed…” I say, as a weak attempt to bring some sense into the situation.

“What is there to talk about? You want a child, and I’m your husband.” He rocks his hips, and my pussy still reeling from my earlier orgasm starts to build again. “It’s my duty.”

“We don’t even know if I can with my past history. Endometriosis can reduce the chances of getting pregnant.” The worry that’s been praying on my mind since his insane declaration that he was going to get me pregnant blasts out into the open. “We can’t be sure.”

He stops for a moment, locking my eyes with his. His eyebrow raises knowingly, and he kisses me chastely on the lips.

“You have a forty to seventy-five percent chance of pregnancy after surgery, Bella. I spoke to your doctor. I have done my research. He advises that us creating a child together is highly probable.”

“You’ve already asked?” I squeal, completely taken aback.

“Yes, Bella. Knowledge is the greatest power we have, and I fully intend to utilize it.” Pinned against the wall, I stare up at him, mesmerized by how in control he is. “And I will fill you full of me until I see you swell with my child. Our family is the most important part of my life. And you are my everything.”

Beaten by him, and by my own desires, I pull him to me, kissing him hard and fast. My tongue explores his mouth as tears prick my eyes. This is it. We are trying, not only for a baby but for us.

“Do it,” I whisper, desperate against his lips.

He doesn’t need to be asked twice. The gentle rock becomes a slam. Pinned against the wall, Hunter fucks me as if this will be the last time we ever do. The ache in my back mixes with the throb between my legs. He pushes harder, faster as he chases his own orgasm.

“Put a baby in me,” I beg, forgetting where we are, completely caught up in the situation. His hips work harder until all we can hear are the slams against the wood and our own heavy breathing. He stills, as the jerk of his cock signals his release. He holds me to him, ensuring every last drop of him is kept inside.

“Done,” he murmurs, his chest rising and falling dramatically with his exertion. “Now, grab that seed, pretty girl, and have our baby grow.”

After lowering me to my feet and unbinding my wrists, he passes me my bottoms. I move to grab my panties, but he plucks them from the floor before I can reach them. He holds them high above my head so I can’t. As I go to climb on the bench in a vain attempt to retrieve them, he stuffs them into his shirt pocket.

“Finders keepers,” he tells me, then re-offers me my jeans.

“And what are you going to do with a black lace thong?” I mutter, amused.

“Keep it here,” he says, tapping the pocket over his heart.

“I can give you a picture.”

“But that won’t smell half as good as your pussy does.”

Once dressed, we open the cubicle door to be met by two police officers standing waiting. A small group of people have gathered around and are pointing phones in our faces. The older officer on the left balks as the penny drops over who Hunter is. The cocky boy from behind the counter appears, mouthing off about obscene behavior in a public space and wanting us arrested.

I hold Hunter’s hand as if my life depends on it; he squeezes my fingers in support. The younger cop steps forward.

“Good day, officer,” Hunter says, his tone calm. “How can I help you?”

“We’ve had a complaint, Sir.”

“Regarding?”

“Um…your behavior.” Hunter smirks, then pulls his phone from his pocket. He turns to me. “Say nothing, Bella. I’ll call my lawyer.” The police officers watch on as Hunter makes a call—there is no doubt who is in charge of the situation. I’m not sure this is standard protocol, but having no personal frame of reference, I am at a loss.

“Sir, you have been accused of…”

“Yes, yes,” Hunter waves away his words. “Take us to your station. My lawyers will meet us there.”

As we are escorted by the cops, Hunter chats away as if nothing has happened, while I want to evaporate. There is no doubt our sordid encounter will be posted across the city’s gossip column before the day is out. Caught being fucked by my husband in an ice rink changing room, not my proudest moment.

We are loaded into a police car as Ronan comes running over from the parking area to find out what the hell what’s going on. “Miss,” he says, as the officer pushes me inside.

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