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“Fuck me, Abel.” I beg, and he delivers.

Caressing the right spots over and over until I’m coming around his cock.

“That’s right,Marrone Dolce, come for me.” I do. “I want to feel you milk my cock, because it’s all for you.”

“Abel!” I shout, coming again.

“I love hearing you scream my name. I want to hear it every single night, from your lips.” He grunts, letting his own release out. “God, I love you.”

I drift off to sleep as a sweet melody plays where I think I heard Abel say he loves me.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Abel

Her soft snores fill my ears soon after the words slip from my lips.

I wasn’t looking for her to say it back to me, I just needed her to know how I felt about her.

She barged into my life when I least expected but needed it. Her kindness called to my cruel ways, threatening to make me change who I was just for her.

Her spirit was like fiery bursts of embers that lit up my sky.

She’s everything I could ever want or need in a woman.

I don’t know what she’ll say about moving in with me, but I hope her final answer is yes. That way, I can take care of and spoil my girls whenever I want to.

Family is everything to me, and I don’t want us to be separated again, and our kid caught in the middle of that. In the end, the child would be the one to get hurt most of all.

I didn’t come from a broken home, and I’ll be damned if I allow my kid to grow up that way.

I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that Santiago is her father. What are the chances that this was fate’s way of stepping in and intervening in all of our lives?

I’m not entirely sure I believe all that mumbo jumbo, because there’s gotta be a logical explanation as to why he denied her all this time.

The last few days have proved to be one clusterfuck after another, but it’s ending on a good note.

I drift off to sleep with my girls snuggled in my arms.

In the following days, Ivy spent a lot of time at my place. I stayed true to my word and spoiled her every chance I got.

Turns out, we’re both great cooks, but she’s a phenomenal baker.

I knew my girl had many talents, but I didn’t think that was one of them.

I love watching her work in the kitchen, the way she gets so engrossed with it all is intoxicating.

The facial expressions she makes when she thinks no one is looking, like when she pokes her tongue out of the side of her mouth while measuring something with the measuring cup. Or when her hair is straightened and wrapped up in that messy bun I like, with her pencil sticking in there but forgets where it’s at.

These moments are priceless.

She’s also been venturing out in her studio, painting new art. When she mentioned she’d been very inspired lately, not onlydid I provide her some mind-blowing sex to further her creative spirit, but I gave her the space she needed to get it done by converting one of the rooms in The Sandlot just for her work.

Lately, she’s been telling me how tired she’s been. It’s hard to believe she’s seven months already.

The moment she mentioned her tiredness progressed, I ordered several different tests, but nothing came back abnormal. She came into the office a couple of days ago for blood work, and I’m yet to get the results back.

The suspense is killing me.

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