Page 62 of Sweet Addiction

Two years after that…

Setting the aperture on my camera, I bring it to my eyes before snapping some pictures of the giraffe with her calf. I’m on an assignment in Africa for the wildlife magazine I freelance for. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be doing this, but I am grateful every day that I get to do something that I love. I couldn’t do it without the support of my husband though. When I got pregnant over two years ago, I thought I would never have the career I had always dreamed of.

After finishing school, and welcoming our little girl Luna, I was offered a job with Wildlife One as a freelance photographer. I didn’t think I could have it all, but I should have known that Knox would give me everything I ever desired. He pushed me to take the job even with a newborn baby. He said we would make it work. And oh, did he make sure it worked. That’s why he is currently holed up in our safari lodge with our daughter while I am out here capturing the shots I need for an article I am working on. I get the best of both. And I know it’s all thanks to my amazing man.

“I think I got everything,” I tell my assigned tour guide and driver Issa.

His smile is kind as he says, “Very well Mrs. McCabe, I will take you back to the lodge.”

Grinning, I drop down in the seat as Issa heads in the direction of my hotel. I sigh in contentment. I can’t wait to get back to my husband and daughter. Today is the anniversary of when we met, and I have some news for him. News that I hope will make him happy.

Pulling up to the lodge, I thank Issa before grabbing my camera and rucksack. Making my way inside, I greet the lady at reception and make my way down the corridor. Coming to the back door, I push it open and step down the stone path, to the suite I am staying in. Fishing my keycard out of my shorts pocket, I flash it at the pad, pushing the door open. I pause with a smile when I step inside and hear Knox talking to our little girl.

“Daddy is going to lock you up until you are thirty-five. You look so much like your mama. All the boys are going to want to put their dirty paws on you and I won’t allow it.” I grin. Luna is my mini-me, with her bright green eyes and dark hair. I know Knox means every word he says.

“Don’t be a hypocrite baby. If someone had locked me up, preventing you from getting to me, you would have torn down every wall standing between us.” I laugh as I move further into the room.

His eyes come to me as he smirks. “Damn right, I would have. But it’s different with my baby girl. No man will be good enough.”

Cocking a brow, I shake my head. “Someday you will have to let go.” Dropping a kiss to my girl, I wrap my arms around Knox’s waist. “Won’t he baby?” I coo.

“Ma-ma-mama,” she squeals, making grabby hands at me.

Releasing Knox, I take her from him. “Hey baby girl.” I hug her to me, my eyes meeting Knox’s. He watches us with so much love and adoration it makes me emotional.

“I was just putting her down to bed. I thought we could grab some dinner on the porch. After all, it is the five-year anniversary of when we met.” He waggles his brows.

I chuckle. “Sounds good. I will get showered and meet you out there.” I turn to walk to the bathroom only to stop on the threshold. Glancing over my shoulder, I say. “And maybe if you’re lucky, I will do that thing you like.”

His eyes darken with lust as he licks his lips. “Oh Dove. You will do that thing I like. I’m going to fuck you,” he whispers the word fuck. “Until the sun comes up. You won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

“Good job; I have you to carry me then.” I wink before stepping into the bathroom.

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“Harder, deeper,” I cry out as Knox’s piercing hits that spot deep inside me; I see stars.

“Fuck Dove. If I go any harder or deeper, you will feel my cock in your throat,” he rasps before licking a trail up my neck. “You are so fucking sexy when you demand your pleasure,” he groans, pounding into me. “You are so tight. Your cunt is gripping me like a vise. Like it never wants to let me go.”

“Oh god,” I whimper.

“That’s right Dove. I am your fucking god. Don’t ever forget it,” he growls. “You feel that? That’s me owning your pussy. That’s me imprinting myself over every little inch of your perfect body. I told you that you will never get me out. I meant every word. You’re mine, aren’t you baby?”

“Ye-yesss,” I stutter as I feel my orgasm hit.

Knox smirks, his lips crashing to mine as his hand snakes down and he thumbs my clit. “That’s it Dove, come on my cock. Soak me with your cum. Own me, like I own you.”

I clamp down, doing just as he asked. “Knox,” I scream his name as my pussy contracts around his length.

“Fuck Dove. You’re strangling me,” he chokes out, as his own release hits. Stilling, he groans, his cock pulsing as warmth coats my insides. “That was amazing,” he grunts, pressing a kiss to my lips.

“It really was,” I hum sleepily.

Careful not to squash me, he rolls to his side, taking me with him. His cock stays buried deep inside me, something he does often. He says that it makes him feel closer to me. I don’t question it. I like it just as much as him.

After a long beat of silence, I finally break it. “Knox?”

“Hmm?”

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