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One year later

Adam

I gaze out across the glittering ballroom, the champagne in my hand untouched. The crowd of elegant guests swirls before me, but my eyes seek only one person—Kaitlyn, my beautiful wife.

She stands near the large glass windows, her auburn hair shining under the chandeliers. That emerald green dress hugs her lush curves like a second skin. Just the sight of her takes my breath away. I still can't believe she's mine.

Our fairytale romance captured the media's attention this year. The billionaire bachelor Adam Prescott finally settling down with the talented graphic designer Kaitlyn Bennett. Cinderella stories still sell headlines, it seems.

I stride across the room, the guests parting before me. Kaitlyn turns as I approach, her green eyes sparkling.

"There you are," I murmur, pulling her into my arms. "I was getting lonely without you."

"I’m surprised you left me alone for this long," she teases.

My hands possessively span her curvy waist. I haven't let Kaitlyn out of my sight since our wedding. Some call me overprotective, even obsessive. But after the very real fear of never finding my mystery woman, I refuse to squander a single moment with her.

"Dance with me," I command softly.

As I whisk her onto the dancefloor, Kaitlyn gazes up at me, a small smile playing about her lips.

"Any New Year's resolutions, Mr. Prescott?"

"Just one," I reply, pulling her flush against me. "Making you deliriously happy, Mrs. Prescott. And putting a baby in that belly."

I punctuate each word with a brush of my lips against her soft skin. Kaitlyn shivers in my arms.

As the countdown to midnight begins, the anticipation in the ballroom reaches a fever pitch. Champagne glasses are raised, ready to toast the New Year. I pull Kaitlyn even closer, my eyes locked on hers. In this moment, she is my entire world.

"Ten, nine, eight..." the crowd chants.

Kaitlyn's breath catches as I lean in, my lips a hairsbreadth from hers.

"I love you," I whisper. "More than anything."

"I love you too, Adam," she breathes.

"Three, two, one...Happy New Year!"

As cheers erupt around us, I capture Kaitlyn's mouth in a searing kiss. I pour all my love, my desire, my obsession into that single moment. Her lips part under the onslaught and she melts against me, surrendering completely.

Fireworks explode outside the windows, bathing us in multicolored light. But I barely notice. All I can focus on is the feel of Kaitlyn's lush curves pressed against me, the sweet taste of her mouth, the scent of her perfume enveloping me.

My blood races hot through my veins and my cock swells to full hardness, straining against my tuxedo pants. I need her. Now. I don't care that we're in the middle of a crowded ballroom. I don't care who sees.

I break the kiss and sweep Kaitlyn up into my arms, bridal style. She lets out a surprised little yelp, her hands flying to my shoulders. A hush falls over the ballroom as every eye turns to stare at us.

Then the crowd erupts into raucous cheers and catcalls. I hear snippets as I stride purposefully toward the elevators.

"Atta boy, Prescott!"

"Someone's getting lucky tonight!"

"Is it hot in here or is it just those two?"

Kaitlyn blushes prettily and buries her face in my neck. I just smirk, completely unashamed. Let them gossip and speculate. All that matters is that I have Kaitlyn in my arms, right where she belongs.

The elevator doors slide open and I carry her inside, punching the button for the top floor. As soon as the doors close, I set Kaitlyn on her feet and cage her against the mirrored wall with my body.

"I couldn't wait another second," I growl against her lips. "I need to be inside you."

I capture Kaitlyn's lips in a bruising kiss as my hands roam greedily over her curves. She arches into my touch, a breathy moan escaping her.

The elevator dings and the doors slide open. I reluctantly tear my mouth from hers and take her hand, practically dragging her down the hallway to our private office. Yes, that’s right. My wife works with me. I set her up a desk right next to mine where she works as a graphic designer, and I made damn sure everyone knows how talented she is. She has all the work her pretty little heart desires, and I know I might be biased, but her work is fucking amazing. Her clients are lucky to work with her.

She smiles up at me, and my pulse pounds with anticipation, my cock rock hard and leaking. God, she’s beautiful. My obsession hasn’t dimmed at all. If anything, it’s only grown stronger.

As soon as the office door closes behind us, I'm on her. My hands find the zipper of her dress and yank it down. The emerald fabric slithers to the floor and pools at her feet, leaving her clad only in a black lace bra and panties. My eyes feast on the rich curves I know so well, the dusky nipples straining against delicate lace.

"Fuck, you're exquisite," I rasp. "I'll never get enough of you."

I strip off my tuxedo jacket and dress shirt, not caring where they land. Kaitlyn's eyes darken with lust as she takes in my chiseled chest and abs. Her pink tongue darts out to wet her lips and my cock jerks in response.

Reaching out, I unclasp her bra and toss it aside. Her full breasts spill free, the rosy nipples already puckered for my touch. I palm the heavy globes, reveling in their weight. Kaitlyn whimpers as I roll the sensitive peaks between my fingers.

"Please, Adam," she pants. "I need you."

"I know, baby," I murmur, hooking my fingers in her panties and dragging them down her shapely legs. "I'm going to take care of you."

I walk her backward until her ass hits the large mahogany desk. With a sweep of my arm, I send the papers and pens flying. Then I'm lifting her onto the polished wood, nudging her thighs apart to step between them.

Cupping her face, I claim her mouth again. She opens for me eagerly, our tongues tangling together. I kiss her until we're both breathless, until the world narrows to just her and me and this all-consuming need.

Then I'm trailing my lips down the graceful column of her throat, pausing to nip and suck at her wildly fluttering pulse. Lower still, mapping the curves of her collarbones, the soft swells of her breasts. I draw one aching nipple into the wet heat of my mouth and Kaitlyn nearly comes off the desk, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"Oh god, Adam!" she cries out, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

I lavish attention on her perfect tits, suckling and nipping until she's writhing beneath me. Her arousal coats my fingers where they delve between her thighs, stroking through the slick heat.

I find the swollen pearl of her clit and rub tight circles around it. Kaitlyn keens, her hips bucking into my touch. I stroke and caress her sensitive flesh until she's quivering on the edge, her juices dripping down my wrist.

"Adam, please," she begs breathlessly. "I need you inside me..."

With a growl, I drop to my knees and bury my face between her thighs. Kaitlyn cries out sharply as I devour her, licking and sucking at her throbbing clit. I thrust my tongue deep into her fluttering channel, fucking her with it. She grinds herself wantonly against my mouth, chasing her pleasure.

"Oh fuck, just like that!" she pants. "Don't stop, I'm going to come!"

I double my efforts, lashing her clit with my tongue as I slide two fingers into her soaked pussy. I crook them just right and she shatters, screaming my name. Her velvety walls clench rhythmically around my fingers as I work her through the aftershocks.

Before the tremors have fully subsided, I'm surging to my feet and freeing my iron-hard cock from the confines of my pants. Kaitlyn watches me with hooded eyes, her gaze riveted to my impressive length. Pre-cum beads at the tip and she licks her lips hungrily.

I notch myself at her entrance, coating my cock in her slick arousal. Then with one powerful thrust, I bury myself to the hilt in her tight heat. We groan in unison at the exquisite sensation. She feels like heaven, hot and wet and perfect.

"God, you feel incredible," I grit out. "So fucking tight for me."

I pull back until just the tip remains inside her, then slam forward again. Kaitlyn throws her head back with a sharp cry, her nails scoring down my back. I set a hard, driving pace, pistoning in and out of her clenching sheath.

The obscene slap of flesh against flesh fills the room, mingling with our harsh pants and moans. My balls draw up tight, slapping against her ass as I rut into her. Kaitlyn meets me thrust for thrust, rolling her hips to take me even deeper.

"Harder," she demands breathlessly. "Fuck me harder, Adam!"

With a primitive growl, I comply, hammering into her with savage intensity. The heavy desk creaks and shudders beneath us but I don't let up. I snake a hand between our sweat-slicked bodies to thumb at her clit and she keens.

"That's it, baby," I coax gruffly. "Come on my cock. Let me feel this sweet pussy squeezing me dry."

I pinch her clit hard and she shatters with a scream, her pussy clamping down on me.

“Fuck, gonna get you pregnant baby. Make sure every man who looks at you can tell you’re fucked good and you’re mine.”

“I’m already pregnant,” she pants.

And that does it. The thought of my beautiful wife pregnant with my seed sends me flying over the edge.

I come. Hard .

I roar my release as I bury myself to the hilt one last time, my vision whiting out. Scorching ropes of cum paint her fluttering inner walls as my cock jerks and pulses endlessly, pumping her full. The knowledge that she's already carrying my child sends primal satisfaction surging through my veins.

Gasping, I collapse over her, my face pressed to her heaving breasts. Kaitlyn's arms come around me, cradling me close as we both struggle to catch our breath. Sweat cools on our skin and the scent of sex hangs heavy in the air.

After a long moment, I lift my head to meet her dazed, sated gaze. "You're pregnant?" I ask hoarsely, hardly daring to believe it.

Her lips curve in a brilliant smile. "Yes, Adam. We're going to have a baby."

Joy like I've never known explodes in my chest and I crush my mouth to hers in an exultant kiss. "I love you," I breathe against her lips. "God, I love you so much."

"I love you too," she whispers, happy tears shimmering in her eyes. "We're going to be a family."

I gather her close, marveling at the incredible woman in my arms. My wife, the love of my life, the mother of my unborn child. I vow in that moment to cherish her always, to love and protect her and our baby until my last breath.

As I hold her there amidst the scattered remnants of our passion, I know a profound peace. This woman, this love, this life we're building together—it's everything I never knew I needed. And now that I have it, I will never let it go.

I can’t think of a more perfect way to bring in the New Year.

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