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DECLAN

I stand in the entrance to our penthouse bedroom, steel briefcase still in one hand, and breathe in my wife’s delicate scent.

She’s curled in the middle of the bed, knees up, blanket hiked to her chin.

My t-shirt swallows her whole, the neck hanging off one shoulder so I can see the faint line where she’d been napping face down on her arm.

Her hair’s a mess, curls fanned out across the pillow like she got in a wrestling match with a tornado and lost.

Her eyes track me like a predator stalking its prey, half-lidded and lazy, but I know she’s wide awake and fucking waiting for me.

The air between us crackles with tension, thick enough to cut with a knife.

“Honey, I’m home,” I say, my voice low and rough, dropping my briefcase with a thud that echoes through the room.

My fingers fumble with my tie, yanking it loose like it’s the only thing standing between me and her.

“About time,” she purrs, her voice dripping with honey and sin. She uncurls and sits up straight, her body a fucking masterpiece of curves and softness. Her smile is small but lethal, the kind that makes my cock twitch in my pants. “I was about to start without you.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” I growl, stripping down to my boxers in record time.

The fabric clings to my hard-on, and I don’t even try to hide it.

I cross the room in three long strides and drop onto the bed next to her.

The mattress dips, and she topples sideways, her face landing against my chest. She doesn’t move, just breathes, her warm breath ghosting over my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

Her hand slides up my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles like she’s memorizing every inch of me. “You’re late,” she murmurs, her lips brushing against my skin.

“Sanderson needed extra instructions,” I reply, my voice rough with need. “That fucker couldn’t find his ass with both hands.” Her body molds to mine, soft and warm and fucking perfect. I can feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of my t-shirt, and it’s driving me wild.

“I’ll have a meeting with him Monday and straighten him out.” I almost feel sorry for poor Sanderson. My wife is even more terrifying than I am. “Now, forget about work and kiss me.”

She tilts her head up, her lips inches from mine.

I don’t need to be told twice. I cover her soft lips with mine and groan as her tongue slips into my mouth.

My hand slides up her thigh, pushing my t-shirt up until it’s bunched around her waist. Her skin is smooth and warm under my fingers, and I can’t resist the urge to explore.

My fingers dip between her legs, finding her already wet and ready for me.

She gasps, her hips bucking against my hand as I slide a finger inside her.

She bites down on my bottom lip and the slight sting causes my cock to grow even harder.

I add another finger, scissoring them just right, making her see stars. Her back arches off the bed, her tits pressing against my chest as she grinds against my hand. “You like that?” I growl, my voice thick with lust.

“Yes,” she gasps, her eyes fluttering shut. “Don’t stop.”

I don’t. I keep fucking her with my fingers, watching as her body writhes beneath me.

Her moans fill the room, each one sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock.

I can’t take it anymore. I pull my fingers out of her, earning a whimper of protest, and yank my boxers down.

My cock springs free, hard and throbbing, and I don’t waste any time.

I grab her hips and pull her onto my lap, her wetness slick against my cock. She sinks down onto me with a moan, her tight heat enveloping me in pure fucking bliss. “God, you feel so good,” I groan, my hands gripping her ass as she starts to move.

She rides me like she was born for it, her hips rolling in a rhythm that drives me wild.

Her tits bounce with every thrust, and I can’t resist reaching up to squeeze them, my thumbs brushing over her nipples until they’re hard and begging for attention.

She leans forward, her lips crashing against mine in a kiss that’s all-consuming.

I flip us over, pinning her to the bed as I thrust into her harder, deeper. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me in even closer. “Fuck me,” she moans, her nails raking down my back. “Harder.”

I oblige, slamming into her with everything I’ve got. The bed creaks beneath us, the sound drowned out by our moans and the slap of skin on skin. Her pussy clenches around me, and I know she’s close. “Come for me,” I growl, my voice rough with need.

She does, her body trembling as she shatters around me. Her pussy squeezes me so tight it’s almost painful, and I can’t hold back anymore. With a groan, I bury myself deep inside her and let go, my cock pulsing as I fill her with every last drop.

We collapse onto the bed, both of us breathing hard and covered in sweat. She curls up against me, her head resting on my chest as we catch our breath. “That was…” she starts, but I cut her off with a kiss.

“Amazing,” I finish for her, my voice still rough.

She smiles up at me, that same lethal smile from before. “I have something to tell you,” she says, her voice soft but steady.

“What is it?” I ask, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.

She reaches over to the nightstand and pulls out a small strip of plastic. “Surprise,” she says, holding up the pregnancy test with a grin.

I stare at it for a moment, my brain struggling to process what she’s just said. Then I pull her into a tight hug, my heart swelling with a mix of emotions I can’t even begin to describe. “We’re having a baby,” I whisper, my voice filled with awe.

“We’re having a baby,” she repeats, her smile brighter than ever.

I slide my hand down to her belly, palm splayed over the still-flat skin. “You happy about this?” I ask, just in case.

She nods, a warm smile lighting up her face, and then she places her hand over mine, her touch warm and gentle. "I couldn’t be happier," she says, her eyes glistening with emotion. "I love you."

"I love you, too," I whisper, wrapping my arms around her curvy body and pulling her closer. Her lips meet mine, moving with a tenderness and intensity that makes my heart race and time stand still.

Before her, the idea of family was an abstract notion I barely understood.

But now, in this moment, feeling the warmth of her body against mine, I realize she's given me something I never knew I needed. A sense of belonging, a future filled with love and laughter. As I hold her, the truth settles in my chest, and I know I’m the luckiest fucker on earth.

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