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  But the future will have to wait, because I’m completely in the present, completely excited about his present for me.

  When I get it open my jaw literally drops.

  “Oh my.”

  “I’m going to be saying that and a whole lot more when I see you in it.”

  I slide my fingers through the spaghetti straps of a little black dress that has the most discreet tag ever that reads Gucci. You didn’t have to tell me though. I recognize it from an online photo album awhile back. Somebody famous wore it at the Met Gala just recently and I remember them mentioning that Gucci only made one hundred of them to commemorate something or the other. I didn’t pay too much attention to the reason because I knew I’d never be anywhere near anything Gucci anytime soon, or ever, given my financial situation.

  I was never so happy to be so wrong.

  “You want me to change now?”

  “No!”

  “What?”

  His eyes dart toward the front of the limo.

  “They have one of those dividers. He won’t see…but you will.”

  His eyes turn back to me and the hunger in his pupils is immediately there. How that switch flips inside him so quickly I have no idea. I want to give myself all the credit, but is that really possible?

  One look at his tuxedo slacks and I have my answer.

  “I don’t trust these things. I know they’ve got cameras in limos to make sure people don’t get unruly. No way I’m sharing my woman with anyone.”

  “My man,” I say, giving him a big hug.

  “Although I want nothing more than to see you slip into it…and out of it later,” he damn near moans into my ear as he holds me close. The sound of the words coming from deep within his chest cause his chest to vibrate. It’s a crazy feeling to experience when I’m pressed right up against him…not to mention that even though we’re both turned toward each other and I’m not on his lap or anything, something of his is pressed right up against my stomach.

  And. Is. It. Ever. Hard.

  And long.

  And thick.

  And soon to be mine forever.

  “I can’t wait to take you out and show you off to the world tonight.”

  “And I can’t wait to be on your arm. You look absolutely amazing and I’m going to do my best to look as elegant as you.”

  “Always. You’re always as elegant as me.”

  We both bust out laughing and our bodies separate, but we keep our hands on each other.

  “We’re not that elegant!” we say as we shake our heads.

  We immediately pull each other back in for a hug.

  “Wait! What about Larry, Curly, and Moe?”

  “One of my assistants has them?”

  “For how long?”

  “Until Wednesday.”

  “Wednesday?”

  “You might be calling in sick again next week.”

  “Morning flu?” I joke.

  “I definitely hope you somehow manage to avoid that, but you have no idea how much I wish you were that far along already. How you were that much closer to having our child.”

  “Me too.”

  “I know.”

  “How do you know?” I say in a playfully accusatory tone.

  “Because we were meant for each other. I know you.”

  I just smile against his cheek. “Yeah you do. And I know tonight is gonna be the best night of my life.”

  “Our lives.”

  “Ours.”

  CHAPTER 12

  Donovan

  My back is against the door to the dressing room at the jazz club where I’ve brought Delaney. She doesn’t even know what kind of club we’re at yet. All she knows is that we slipped in the back door, thanks to the owner having brought in his wife’s poodle last week. Now’s she’s changing in a dressing room fit for a star, which is exactly what she is.

  My fingers tap the door in rapid succession as I itch to see her when she steps out in that dress I picked up for her.

  She’s gonna look absolutely incredible in it. Then again she could cut a hole in a potato sack, toss it up over her head, and make it look like a billion bucks.

  A few staff walk by on their way back and forth doing things. A couple give me curious looks, but they know better than to ask to enter this room behind me. No one’s getting past me, and thanks to the fact that there’s a separate dressing room for the male talent, Mr. Wynton Marsalis, the jazz performer for tonight, can continue sprucing up until he comes on as the main act.

  I can’t wait to show her off front row. I’m not one to whisper and gossip, but I heard a rumor that he’s filming a special tonight. If that’s the case then the DVD will be released in about six months or so I’d guess. With Delaney and I in the front row our date will be commemorated forever on one of the top jazz musician in the world’s DVD.

  Good. I want as many people in the world to know right away who she belongs to. I want to know that men from all over the world see her on my arm, holding onto my arm, claiming me just as I claimed her.

  And I’m not a spiteful person, but I want other woman to see her and know how good she’s got it. I want them to see how I treat my queen, but not to make them feel bad…to let them know that their men need to treat them just the same way, although technically I plan on spoiling my woman more than any man in the history of the world so if any other man tries to keep up with me he’ll quickly find out it’s a losing battle.

  Damn I can’t wait to show her off.

  I feel the handle turn and I spin around, pressing my palms against the door so she can’t open it.

  “Are you trapping me inside now?” I can hear her giggle like a happy little girl and it makes me so damn proud to be able to make her feel that way…and so damn hard to contain what’s trying its hardest to get out of my pants and into her.

  “And now,” I say, pretending to be an announcer, “the one you all came to see. The one. The only,” I swing the door open for her, “Dela—”

  I freeze. Every part of me.

  I can’t even finish the words because this woman has literally just taken my breath away.

  I try to mouth the word “you” to tell her that she looks amazing, but my jaw is too far down on the floor to move.

  “How do you like it?”

  My heart rate spikes and I want to grab her and push our way back inside the door, locking it and taking her right here and now. I want to make a different kind of music of our own in this very instant.

  “Perfect,” I finally growl as she spins.

  I reach out my hand and take her tiny fingers in mine, spinning her into a pirouette.

  The dress is form fitting so it doesn’t move, but damn does she. She’s got moves all right, moves I haven’t even seen.

  But I will later. I’m going to see everything…all of her.

  And tonight’s the night.

  CHAPTER 13

  Delaney

  Three hours later I’m face down on a portable massage table which was in our royal penthouse suite when we arrived. I wasn’t expecting it, but apparently Donovan sure was.

  He’s planned this out to the very last detail, which is why my favorite musician, Wynton Marsalis, invited me onstage and even sang a song for me. Strangely enough he never made eye contact during the whole thing and he dedicated the song to Donovan and I. Once he did that at the end, showing that he knew Donovan’s name, I realized why he refused to look in my eye.

  He knew who I belonged to and was just being nice because of whatever strings Donovan pulled.

  And the second he comes back into the main room with his bottle of oil he pulls down the “sting” that is the zipper on my dress.

  I hear a grumbling in his belly as I come up on all fours as he slides the dress straight off my back. I have nothing on underneath. Nothing.

  He inhales deeply and I turn just in time, looking over my shoulder as I see his eyes roll back in his head until they close.

  When his lids reopen
he just looks at me with a lazy kind of peace. “Face forward,” he commands, and I carefully lower myself back down onto my stomach, putting my face in that little donut hole thing at the top just before I feel his meaty paws slide warm oil up and down my back as the smooth sounds of jazz play from the speakers in our suite.

  The concert was incredible and I’m blown away by Donovan remembering not only the kind of music I like but also my favorite musician. I’d say we got lucky that Wynton was in town, but then again I know this was all meant to be, so I doubt luck actually played into it.

  Wynton even invited us backstage after the show and played one additional song for us, telling us how perfect we looked together and posing for pictures with us.

  It was truly a magical night, although the wizard wasn’t the performer on stage. It was the man who cast a spell on me years ago.

  Donovan.

  His hands slide up and down my back, applying just the right amount of pressure as all the tension in my back just melts away, the same process playing out a few moments later on my shoulders and neck.

  I feel like a wet noodle, completely pliable to his touch. And like a noodle I just want him to put all of me in his mouth and suck me right up, claiming all of me…not that he hasn’t already.

  His hands continue to move around my body for what must be an hour, although I lost track of time long ago.

  I notice that when he gets high on my hamstrings and around my butt there are audible groans which I can hear over the music and despite the fact that all the blood is in my face and my ears aren’t really positioned to pick up on his tone.

  But it’s there. It’s very much there.

  Not just his tone, but what it represents. His need. His want. His desire.

  And mine is there too, which is why the insides of my upper legs are practically sticking together already…and it’s not from the oil.

  “How do you feel?” he asks after another long period of releasing tension and stress I didn’t even know was in my calves and feet melts away.

  “Light as a feather.”

  “Good, because I’m going to pick you up now and take you to the shower where you can wash off.”

  “And what are you going to do?” I ask mischievously.

  “I’m going to the other shower to wash up too…before I explode.” He pauses. “And then I’ll see you again in the bedroom.”

  His tone is so gruff and matter of fact. I want to smile, but even with my face down I don’t. I know how hard giving me that massage must have been for him. As a matter of fact I felt it on a few occasions when he leaned over me. Yeah, it was hard…very hard.

  “Okay,” softly escapes my lips, which still taste of him.

  On multiple occasions when the camera panned toward us in the front row at the show he claimed my lips possessively. When most guys see a camera they back away or try not to do something that will be preserved for all of history.

  Not Donovan. The camera was like a signal to him to show the world who I belonged to, and equally as much who belonged to me.

  We’re perfect for each other, and as I feel his arms slide underneath me, picking me up just as he promised, I know we’re minutes closer to belonging to each other officially, for the first time and forever.

  CHAPTER 14

  Donovan

  I lie on my back in bed, my whole body tense as I anticipate her arrival.

  My senses are laser focused, like a wolf. Every little bump in the night, little sound whether real or imaginary, has me on edge.

  I want that sound to be her footsteps across the hardwood floor as she moves to me, but then again how is that possible?

  Angels don’t walk, they float. And she’s so damn feminine she glides. She’s so damn light and effortless in her movements. No way I’ll hear her.

  I’ll smell her or see her first.

  And right on cue I lock eyes with her as she enters the bedroom, her pupils dilating as she stands in the doorway completely nude.

  Her pussy is bare, clean-shaven and I can see everything…and so can she.

  My dick is standing straight at attention and I want to fist that fucker and relieve all the stress he’s under, but instead I know I need to put him inside…of her.

  I lift my hand, rolling it over so my palm faces me and motioning with four fingers for her to come to me.

  She does, moving across the room like a panther until she slides right up on the silk sheets and above me, her stomach dragging along the crown of my cock, marking her with my precome.

  The fucker jerks as her lips stop just a hair's breadth away from mine.

  “Kiss me,” she whispers as I groan like a wild beast.

  My hand slides up her back and she arches into it. When I reach her long, beautiful hair I fist it, bringing it back around in front of her head where I smell it, not moving my face one bit. Our lips are still impossibly close as I drop her hair and then grip the back of her head, cupping it as I slam my lips onto hers, my tongue parting her lips allowing our tongues to explore each others mouths, but instead they get lost in a game of twisting and turning like two octopi falling into the abyss of the sea.

  I pull her head back from mine, letting her see just how feral I am right now, and giving her one last warning, her last chance to pull off this road before there’s no going back.

  I know she’s sure, but I need to hear it. I need to be sure she knows what this could mean between her and her father…and more importantly us.

  “You know I want to go slow and soft with you. I know you deserve that because you do. I gave you that massage because I wanted to, and I want to make you feel good…always. But that was torture. I loved it but all that buildup has me so on edge. Right now I can’t think. I can’t do anything but survive until I pump my seed inside you, filling you up with my juices until my child is growing inside of you. Our child. Do you know what that means? Do you understand how badly I want that?”

  “Yes.”

  “You have to be sure.”

  “I am sure.”

  “You’re answering so quickly though.”

  “Because I’m just as sure as you are. I want the same. I want all of you in all of me. I want to be pregnant with your first child, your last, and every child in between. I want my family to be with you. You are my family. You are everything I’ve ever wanted and now that I’m so damn close I can’t think straight either.”

  “Only feel, right?”

  She nods and the sensation of her skin pressing against my cock overwhelms me again.

  “Mine,” I say as I pull her in again and kiss her hard before pulling her head back in one fluid motion.

  “Fuck, you are so damn perfect. So beautiful. So about to be mine forever.”

  I stare into her eyes and see everything that’s good about the world. I see my reason for living. I see us, together, forever.

  “You know I was going to give you one last chance to tell me to stop, even though it would have been the hardest thing I’d ever have to attempt in my life. The Mount Everest that I know there’s no way I could scale, and that’s why I’m deciding now, not to ask you. Because there’s no way I could turn back, and I know you feel the same.”

  “Exactly.”

  “No turning back.”

  “Never. I’m all in, and I want you all inside of me.”

  “Oh, I’m going to put all of this inside of you,” I say taking her hand and wrapping it around my shaft. The feel of her tiny fingers on my long, thick, cock has the fucker pulsing. “There’s so much this big, hard, dick that is now yours is going to do to you. Not just tonight, but always.”

  She moans.

  “You want to hear a little sample?”

  “Yes. Tell me,” she pleads, her breath short and choppy.

  “I’m going to use it to stretch you for the first time, to open your channel so I can fill it in its entirety with my swimmers because I know how much you want my baby inside you and that just turns me into an absolute caveman fo
r you.”

  “Uh huh,” she moans. “Keep talking. I love your voice. I love hearing you tell me all these things that are on your mind. Tell me more.”