Page 34 of Seven Days

“Thomas.” His name is a plea.

“Yes?” I feel his breath against my heated skin.

“Please?” I beg.

“Please, what?” he asks, his voice sounding so innocent.

“Please let me come. I need it. I need you.”

“Are you ever going to run from me again?” He licks me.

“No,” I whimper. “I’ll never run again.”

“You’ll use the Venice house next year.” Another lick.

“Yes.” I’d honestly agree to murder at this point. “Anything you want. Please, just fuck me like you own me.”

A growl tears from his chest. “I do own you.”

He slams into me hard enough to rock the bed against the wall. His fingers dig into my hips as he holds them up at an unternatural but incredible angle. Just as before, his cock hits that place deep inside me and sends me careening through a kaleidoscope of pleasure. I come so hard I see multicolor stars behind my eyes.

Thomas keeps going. His panted breaths and the sound of his skin slapping against mine fills the room with our sexual debauchery. I gasp as his hand comes down on my ass cheek, heat racing from the impact straight to my core. His other hand circles around and pinches my clit making a second, unexpected orgasm to tear through me just as the first subsides. I feel him jerk inside me, his cum filling me and marking me as his.

“Fuck,” he chants over and over.

He pulls out of me and collapses to my side. His deft fingers unbuckle the belt and free my arms, which are tingly and numb. Then he draws me over to him, laying me partially across his chest while we both come back down.

“Mine,” he says as he gives me a tender kiss.

“Yours,” I agree.

EPILOGUE

THOMAS

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TWO YEARS LATER

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“Thomas? Can you come in here?” Bri calls from our ensuite as I strip out of my scrubs in the closet.

“Sure.” My bare feet pad across the marble as I cross to her.

She’s looking down at the vanity and paying no attention to me as I come from behind and wrap my arms around her. She’s just gotten home as well, still in her sexy pencil skirt and cashmere sweater. She recently started working as in-house counsel for an environmental non-profit working on water rights and preservation.

We were married in a small backyard ceremony ten months ago, the weekend after she graduated from law school with about a dozen guests present. Then we flew down to Brazil to celebrate with her avó, her maternal grandma, and the rest of that side of the family. Then we honeymooned in Argentina.

I kiss her cheek, trying to get her to look up, and that’s when I see it. Or rather them.

Four pregnancy tests.

Six pink lines.

One digital read-out saying ‘pregnant.’

Joy ricochets through me. I splay my hands out protectively over her belly. Her teary eyes meet mine in the mirror.

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