Page 35 of Perfect for Her

I slowly make my way upstairs, open my bedroom door, and see a sight that melts my heart. Ethan is sound asleep in the middle of the bed, my floral comforter drowning his small body as Mark lies next to him, his arms wrapped around our son. This image is one I’ve been dreaming about for years, the one I wished for every night when I was pregnant, the one I hoped for forever since coming back here. Knowing my family is complete, knowing that I have everything I ever wanted under one roof settles something deep inside me and I take a deep breath, shutting the door and allowing my eyes to adjust to the darkness.

I take my time in the bathroom, brushing my teeth and washing my face, and it’s not until my eyes flick to the mirror in front of me that I notice the figure standing behind me.

“Jesus Christ,” I whisper, smiling as my hand clutches at my chest. “Mark, what the fuck!” I mutter through a laugh.

He says nothing, his eyes taking in every inch of me as I stare at his reflection.

“He called me daddy tonight.”

I gasp, turning around and melting at the pure happiness that flows off every inch of him. This is all he ever wanted. He’s been so patient with our boy, knowing he needed time to get used to the idea.

“Oh, baby.” Tears fill my eyes, silently falling as I plaster a big smile on my face. “He loves you, you know.”

He nods, pushing himself off the wall and backing me up against the vanity. “I know, and I love him more than I ever thought possible. You changed my life, Harlow. Believe it or not, I knew when I met you all those years ago that you would make an impression. I didn’t know that involved a kid and a stalker…”

I chuckle softly, the panic still lingering in the recesses of my mind but the more I see Mark and Ethan here, in my house where I know they’re safe, the better I am at pushing those thoughts away. Mark takes one final step toward me, his front flush with mine as his fingers tangle in the loose strands of my hair.

“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You gave me a memory that will last in my head forever.” My gaze meets his just as he winks, sending heat traveling over my entire body. “You gave me my son, the most perfect creature in the world.”

He leans down and whispers, “Just don’t tell Luna, she still thinks she’s my favorite.”

I smile, loving how much he loves his family, blood or otherwise. “You changed my life too, you know,” I whisper, my fingers grasping the sides of my T-shirt as I pull him closer. “You might not know this but that week away with you ruined me.”

He cocks his head to the side and a smug smile appears on his lips. I roll my eyes, wondering if I should even tell him this, but when his head dips, those talented lips of his trailing down the side of my neck causing my knees to weaken, I know I’ll give in.

“Tell me,” he demands, his fingers digging into my hips before he lifts me onto the counter. “Tell me that I ruined you for anyone else,” he mutters, his teeth sinking into my skin as I gasp, my fingers clutching at the edge of the marble under me.

“I don’t want you to get a big head,” I admit, my breath shuddering with every pass of those lips.

His slight chuckle fills my ears as the pads of his fingers brush against my inner thigh, tracing patterns on my skin as I moan in pleasure. My eyes flick to the door, knowing that if Ethan wakes up, he will come in here, and when Mark sees my line of sight, he smiles and locks the door.

“What if he wakes up?” I ask, panic surging at the thought of Ethan thinking we left him alone. Mark cups the side of my face and leans his forehead against mine.

“Then he will call out for us and we’ll be there in seconds,” he promises, kissing me gently before his hand travels to the base of my neck and squeezes. “Are you going to admit that my cock ruined you for other men?” he growls, his free hand grasping my lower back and pulling me flush against his erection. “Are you going to admit that I’m the best you’ve ever had?” he demands, that low baritone voice sending shock waves of pleasure through my system.

“Is that what you want?” My voice is breathy, barely above a whisper as those talented fingers slip beneath my silk pajama shorts and find me wet and wanting. “Is that what you need to hea—” I gasp, his fingers plunging into my heat as his lips take mine in a punishing kiss that both takes my breath and gives me life.

“I want to hear the words, Harlow. I need the fucking words,” he grunts, pulling his fingers free of me as he pulls me off the vanity, turns me around, and shoves my shorts to the floor. “Are you going to give me what I want?” he asks, placing open-mouthed kisses on my shoulder as our eyes meet in the mirror.

His eyes are three shades darker, lust seeping through every pore and I shiver, wanting all of it. When I don’t answer him, his growl reverberates off my neck as I watch with rapt fascination as he undoes his jeans, lets them fall to the floor, and before I can utter a single syllable, he plunges that hard cock inside me, eliciting a moan so loud that his hand comes up and covers my mouth.

“Goddamn, you feel incredible,” he grunts, thrusting inside me with so much force that everything on the counter in front of me begins to shake.

My eyes meet his once more in the mirror just as his hand slips up under my shirt, taking a single nipple and pinching, causing my hips to lift and my walls to clench around him.

“Baby, please…” I need more. I don’t know what that is but I need something as my reflection is begging for it.

“Fuck, look at you. Look how you take me so beautifully.”

My eyes flick from his to our bodies, his hand up my shirt, his other grasping my hips for leverage as he deepens his thrusts over and over and over again until I can barely keep my eyes open.

“You keep those eyes open. You watch what I do to you because if you won’t admit that I’m the best you’ve ever had, you better believe after tonight, I will make sure every other man is erased from your brain. This cock will make you forget your name by the time I’m done with you.”

My head tilts back, his hand leaving my breasts as it wraps around my throat. “Mark,” I whimper, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pull him closer.

Mark chuckles, his thrusts never stopping as deft fingers sink between my legs, finding my clit and sending shock waves of pleasure through my body.

“I love you, Harlow. I love the way you care more about others than yourself,” he grunts, punctuating every sentence with a thrust of his cock. “I love that you face everything in your life head-on, even knowing the consequences.”

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