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Hope was already dozing off when he climbed into bed and snuggled in close from behind. She melted into his arms that wrapped around her, and felt like a perfect fit. He tried to hide his growing erection, but she knew him far too well. A dainty hand reached, palming the hardening bulge behind his sweats.

“We don’t have to do anything,” he assured. “I know you’re tired. I just can’t help it.”

“Looks like we’re sleeping in tomorrow then.”

That was all the permission he needed. His fingers pushed under her pants tracing her stretch marks before he slipped between her cheeks. “You said you liked it too, didn’t you?”

“I did,” she hummed, arching into his touch.

“Please, little thief. Will you let me fuck you like you did me last night?”

She moaned and nodded eagerly.

His breathing intensified, nose skimming over the back of her neck. “Will you guide me?”

“Of course, I will.”

“Do you want the plugs?” he asked but couldn’t resist pressing his fingers against her tight hole .

“And the vibrator please.”

He pulled away long enough to collect what they needed while Hope stripped bare. Moulding to her back once more, he handed her the vibrator, massaging a generous amount of lube into the skin around her hole. He was gentle, trying to keep her focus on the kisses he spread along her neck.

“Just like that,” she hummed, the toy buzzing between her thighs. “You’re going to do so well.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he admitted, terrified to give her a similar experience to before.

“You won’t,” she promised, rocking onto his fingers, forcing more pressure. He added more lube just to be safe, then pressed one of the plugs into her. “Don’t be afraid, baby. I can take it.”

He shuddered, humming into the crook of her neck and pushing the toy deeper.

“Just don’t push it all the way in. Stop at its thickest point. I don’t like the feeling of it being pulled out again.”

He felt her relax, her hips rolling between the toys encapsulating her. She was using the vibrator to take her focus away from the discomfort, just like he’d focused on her hand on his cock. He grew painfully hard from the memory alone.

“I trust you, baby.”

“Oh, little thief, you can’t say those kinds of things.”

He swallowed a moan, muffling the pathetic sounds coming from him with his lips against her neck. He gave her time to adjust to the plug’s size, making sure never to push it too deep, just as she’d asked him. Then he lubed up the second, larger toy and pressed it into her .

“Good, don’t stop,” she moaned. He loved hearing her, even more he loved how she relaxed into him. She shifted slightly, reaching back to give his thick cock a firm squeeze. “I’m ready for you.”

“But I’m so much bigger,” he protested, terrified of hurting her.

“Trust me, baby.”

He let out a breath, added more lube to himself, and lined his cockhead up with her entrance. The buzzing between her thighs intensified as he pressed past the first ring of muscle.

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, precum mixing with the lube and slicking her up even further

She whimpered. “Take it slow, baby.”

He needed every ounce of restraint he possessed to hold himself still while Hope adjusted. She was so tight, he almost blew on the spot.

“You’re doing so well, giving me what I’m craving.”

Hope rocked back into him, and he gave a slow thrust of his hips. “So, fucking tight.”

“Don’t stop, baby,” she begged, and he shuddered. As much as he loved begging for her, it was just as pleasing to hear. “Go a little faster.”

He couldn’t have slowed if he tried. It was hell to keep himself from coming instantly. The whimpers that escaped her were soft and sweet, a melody he’d grown addicted to. “You feel so good, little thief.”

“More,” she begged. “Please, baby.”

How could he resist? While his grip tightened around her waist he pressed further. Then her whole body trembled and fell limp, a soft cry escaping her. “Too much?” he asked .

“Perfect,” she whispered, a waver in her voice.

Fuck. Had he hit her sweet spot? Just thinking about it had him ready to come. He rolled his hips, grazing that spot again and the resulting moan had his cock jumping. Holding off would be so fucking hard. He found a rhythm, pumping his hips and making her emit those beautiful noises over and over. Addicted, he couldn’t wait, loving how she trusted him so deeply that she gave herself to him entirely.

“You feel so good,” he breathed, his cock thrusting into her.

Hope was completely limp, her body his to please—to use . He reached his hand around her and searched for the vibrator that she’d dropped. With it in hand, he placed it over her clit once more.

“No,” she gasped, attempting to jolt away.

“Please, little thief. I want to feel it inside of you.”

Hope panted, but spread her thighs for him to push the vibrator into her. Immediately he jerked, feeling the vibration through her walls tickling his oversensitive cock.

“Fuck I’m going to come.”

Hope fought for each breath, his cock slamming into her. “I’m yours, baby.”

He thrust fast and hard, careful not to bury himself completely. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he desperately needed the release. His fingers tingled, gripping her hip like a vice as his orgasm crashed into him, fierce and relentless. His body wasn’t his own, aftershocks trembling the muscles and his cock pulsing until he was sure there’d be nothing left. He stilled, wrapping his arms tight around her.

“Don’t pull out,” she breathed. “We’re going to make a mess. ”

She leaned into him as he spoiled her with lots of kisses. “You okay?” he asked, afraid he’d taken it too far.

She nodded, pulling the vibrator from her pussy and turning it off. “Loved every second of it.”

He held her for a while before she moved, pushing some fabric between them and then climbing out of bed. In the dim light he saw her use her panties to stop his cum from dribbling down her thighs. He scolded himself for not having tissues close by and made a mental note to add some to their stash. He rolled onto his back and before he could reach for his chair, Hope returned with a wet cloth for him.

God, he loved her.

He practically froze. That thought scared him to death. They’d only just met and he was head over heels in love with her. But how else would one describe that cosy, heart-fluttering feeling she gave him by doing the simplest of tasks. Because that’s what she was doing: making him feel comfortable and cared for without it being a burden. Not once had she made him feel inadequate or incapable.

Hope kissed his cheek before returning to the bathroom to wash the toys, then she collected their dirty clothes and threw them in the laundry hamper.

Once she’d climbed back in bed, he held her tight as she slipped into sleep, his thoughts still buzzing around the thought of loving her. Was it really that easy to fall in love? And to fall so fast?

He dozed off himself, his mind dizzy from the words swirling there. He only woke back up when his phone started ringing. He groaned, frustrated to be woken so rudely .

Hope stirred too and suppressed a yawn. “Everything okay?”

fumbled for the offending device and checked the screen. “Yeah, just my mom.” He kissed her and made sure to tuck her back in after leaving the bed. “Sleep a little longer.”

She hummed in agreement and curled back up.

With Mr. Grumps on his lap, he went to the kitchen and returned his mom’s call.

“Hi sweetheart,” she answered right away.

“Hi.”

“You sound sleepy. Did I wake you?”

“Yeah, but it’s fine. Everything okay?”

“Yes. I just wanted to go over our vacation details.”

Oh, shit. With all his focus on Hope the past few weeks, he’d nearly forgotten his upcoming family vacation. It was an annual thing: booking a resort for a few days to make sure they all spent some sort of time together since everyone had moved out.

As his mother went over the details of flights and suites, he started the coffee machine and fed Mr. Grumps.

Shit.

Mr. Grumps!

How could he have forgotten?

“Mom?” started in that tone that usually meant he’d done something wrong.

“Yes?”

“I did a thing, and I may have forgotten about our vacation while doing so. ”

“Oh no, what have you done?”

“I adopted a cat.”

There was a long pause, then a laugh. “Since when are you a cat person?”

“Well, Mr. Grumps had a spell on me.” Shit . He couldn’t just leave the poor cat. “I’m so sorry, Mom.”

Another laugh as she relayed the message to his dad. “That will make things a little more complicated. So will I see a picture of this mysterious new friend you’ve made?” He quickly sent one from the hundreds he’d taken since bringing the cat home. “Ah, I see why he’s called Mr. Grumps.”

“I’ll see if Marco can watch him.”

“Well let us know if you figure it out.” And with another disbelieving laugh, she hung up.

“Shit,” he mumbled.

“What happened?” Hope yawned, stepping into the room.

“I forgot about our annual family vacation when I adopted Mr. Grumps and now I don’t know what to do.”

She crooked her brow at him and started the coffee machine for her own hit of morning caffeine. “You forgot about a vacation?” Then she laughed. “You truly are a trust fund baby.”

glared at her, but he’d never let on that it bothered him. “Thanks.”

With a grin, Hope leaned down and kissed his cheek. “I’ll watch him.”

“Well…” he started, unsure of continuing after the trust fund jab. “I was going to ask you if you would like to come too. ”

“On your family vacation?”

“Yeah.”

She bit her lip and leaned against the counter, staring into her mug. “I would be meeting your family.”

“You would,” he confirmed

“And you’re ready for that?”

“Is that too fast for you?”

She slowly shook her head. “No, I just… it means you’re serious.”

“I am.”

Their eyes met, Hope’s suddenly shy and hesitant. “What if they don’t like me?”

“They’d better, because I like you.”

She still worried her bottom lip, searching his face for any hint of a lie. “Do they know about me? Because now I feel bad I haven’t told my parents about you.”

“I honestly haven’t told them either. I was going to tell Mom, but then I got distracted with Mr. Grumps.”

Hope giggled. “Will Marco watch him for you?”

“Does that mean you’re coming along?”

“When and where are you going?”

“Cancun in three weeks.”

“I haven’t put in a vacation for this year, but I can talk to my boss. How much is it going to be?”

“For you? Not a dime.”

“But that’s a huge expense.”

“Remember your rule?”

“I call for a review when it comes to luscious vacations.”

“Well, you didn’t have much say in the location and I think it’s only fair that if the decisions are already made, I should pay. If we ever plan a vacation together, we can split it. How about you talk to your boss first and then we worry about money?”

“Fine, but know that I feel bad for taking you up on that offer.”

“Come here.” Hope set the cup on the counter and sat her fine ass in his lap, wrapping her arm around his shoulder. “I appreciate that you don’t want to take my money. It means a lot to me. But please know that I want to spoil you and adding a second person to a room I’ve already paid for will be nothing.”

“I believe you.”

He pulled her into a kiss and then spoiled her by cooking her a late breakfast. She spent a little more time with him, but left early in the afternoon to run some errands and clean her apartment that she’d hardly spent any time in over the last couple of days.

Once she was gone, he rang Marco, hoping he wouldn’t rip his head off.

“Hi, man.”

“Hi, I have a request, and I would appreciate it if you agreed.”

“Where is the body and who’s car are we taking?”

“Funny, but this one is more on the legal side. I need someone to watch Mr. Grumps while I’m in Cancun—with Hope.”

“I hate you.”

“I thought you might say that, so I’m willing to pay.”

“Fine but only because I think it’s fucking adorable that you’ re taking her to meet your family.”

“She still has to see if she can take time off, so if she can’t, she said she’ll watch him.”

Marco teased him a little more, but took it as a yes, letting out a sigh of relief and continuing to start his workday.