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  I bite down as wetness floods me and my clit tingles sharply, magically, making me feel oh-so-silly for ever doubting that I’d be a gushing fountain for this man.

  “I can feel my seed,” he whispers in my ear in his husky singer’s voice. “It’s so fucking eager to get in your tight pussy. Are you ready, Myla? Are you ready to be fucked like you deserve?”

  “Yes,” I moan, twitching my hips in time with the motion of his cock. “I want it, Maddox. I want you so freaking badly.”

  He moans deeply and I sing out a cry of pleasure as he arches his back and plunges inside of me, pushing so that his shaft stretches the walls of my needy pussy, plunging deeper than I can even believe, right up to his pubis so that he’s buried up to the hilt.

  For a few long moments I feel pricks of discomfort, and the horrible thought hits me that maybe I won’t be able to take him.

  Maybe he’s too big.

  But then just as quickly the thought drifts away as my pussy floods with even more wetness, the thought battering down and disappearing, my pussy flaming with the heat of a million freaking suns as he slides out of me and then pushes back in.

  “Oh, God,” I gasp, digging my fingernails into his shoulder.

  “You feel better than I knew you would,” he growls in my ear, pumping harder now, the bed shifting beneath us. “You feel like fucking heaven.”

  He starts moving his hips even faster, the friction so intense and wet I feel like a balloon full of boiling liquid could just pop and spread all over me, tingling every single inch of me and making me gasp and buzz all over.

  The silk sheets grind against my back as we sink sinfully into our rhythm, my body knowing what to do even if there’s a vestige of nervousness clinging to me.

  He leans up and stares at me as he thrusts, the soft light casting deep shadows across his muscled body, highlighting the cutting lines in his marble sculpted form.

  I reach up and grab his face on instinct, clinging on as though if I let go the euphoria will send me skidding off the bed.

  Then I lean up and kiss him, biting his bottom lip and moaning through the close contact, Maddox growling as he lays his body down against mine, thrusting over and over, pounding into me now.

  A cacophony of ecstasy screams loudly through my body with each thrust and before I know it, the pressure has built to breaking point, and all I can do is throw my head back and let out shivering screams that turn hollow and muted as the crescendos slams into me.

  “I’m—I’m …”

  “Come on my cock,” he snarls, his voice just as twisted with his own pleasure. “Squirt all over me. I want to feel how fucking eager your needy womb is. You’re getting tight. I can feel you coming.”

  I scream and he growls deeply, my pussy pulsing with wave after wave of pleasure, gushing hot liquid down his shaft.

  Staring up at him through tear blurred eyes, I see his lips twist into a savage smirk as veins strain on his neck, his whole body tightening as his own release joins with mine.

  “Fuuuuuuck,” he roars, pushing right up inside of me and holding his cock there, our eyes searing into each others.

  I shift my hips down and sink somehow deeper onto him, his cock holding inside of me, a melting union.

  And then he slowly slides out, both of us panting.

  He looks down and a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips when he spots the red sheen on his manhood, his eyes twinkling with almost playfulness.

  “I’m so glad you waited for me, Myla,” he growls, leaning down and finding my lips with surprising gentleness.

  “Me too,” I whisper, kissing him back, tasting his roughness and his just-right Maddox feeling. “And thank you so much for getting my necklace back. I can’t believe you made that jerk cry.”

  He grins like a primal wolf. “He’s lucky that’s all I did. I’ll always protect you, Myla, and our children. You’re mine. Never forget that.”

  “I won’t,” I tell him. “Ever.”

  Neither of us mentions the sharp tusked elephant in the room.

  Dad.

  It’s like we silently agree to let that messy concern sink into the background where it can’t bother us.

  At least for the time being.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Maddox

  The sun gleams down as I sit next to the pool, letting its rays wash over me and evaporate the beads of water from the glistening, blue pool. Tyson’s swimming from end to end, a big happy grin on his face as he looks over to me every now and then, his tail wagging in mad terrier fury.

  “Good boy,” I call over.

  A moment later, Kenneth appears at the door, a smile on his mustached face. “Sir, you have a guest.”

  I slide to my feet with languorous predator like ease, my body getting primed with want the moment he says the word guest.

  There’s only one person scheduled to visit me today, and it’s the only person I want to see.

  After last light, when Myla told me she had to go home to keep up appearances, something broke in me.

  We have to tell Lenard.

  And soon.

  But at the same time, the moment I lay my eyes on her, I don’t want to muddy the waters of our interaction with those concerns. I just want to consume her, all of her, in an animal attack of pleasure.

  She’s wearing a light fitting summer dress with little roses on it, contrasting with the pure white of the rest of it, that settles over her finely shaped body like vapor. Her hair flows down to her shoulders in golden waves that make me want to surge across the patio and run my hands through it, watching the way she’ll twitch, listening to her heavenly gasps of pleasure.

  “Hey, Tyson,” she calls over to the loving life terrier. And then she turns her eyes to me, a cute as hell smile on her lips. “And hello to you, too.”

  I walk over to her and loop my arms around her, bringing my lips to hers and kissing her fiercely, tasting every inch of her.

  She moans and pushes her body closer up against mine.

  “I’ve got some news,” I tell her with a growl. “Two pieces of news, really.”

  “Oh?” she says, shooting me a feisty look as she sways her hips toward the recliners chairs.

  Her confidence is blooming, infusing each mind-fucking movement, and it just makes me want her even more possessively.

  Mine, mine, mine.

  It rings through my skull like a war chant.

  “I’m moving to the States,” I tell her. “I’ll still keep my properties in England, but I’ve decided to spend most of my time here.”

  Her face fills with warm light as she drops her beach style bag on the chair, walking over to me full of writhing, frantic energy.

  “Oh my God,” she gasps. “That is good news. I was sort of wondering what we’d do if you went back to England. Would long distance work? I mean, I know it would. We’d make it work. But now we don’t have to worry about that.”

  “No,” I smirk, palming her ass and pulling her close to me. “And the second piece of news is that I want to fund an animal sanctuary for you. Anything you need, let me help you. I know how much this means to you and I want to do anything I can, Myla.”

  She leans back in my embrace and tilts her head at me, pursing her lips slightly.

  My savage’s mind immediately imagines them pursed like that around my throbbing cock, but I shut it down with effort and focus on the blaze of uncertainty in her eyes instead.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask.

  She giggles in a strange, shaky way. “Who said anything’s wrong?”

  “Oh, just your whole face, really,” I chuckle grimly. “What did I say, Myla?”

  “It’s just, sure, there’s part of me that really, really wants to accept your offer. I guess I’d be the biggest idiot in the universe if I didn’t, you know? But there’s another part that wants to do this on my own. I want to get a degree in zoology and then start from the ground up. I think I’d learn more that way. I never wanted handouts from Dad and I
don’t want them from you, either. I’m sorry if this changes anything.”

  “You’re right,” I snarl. “It changes everything.”

  Her face drops and a pang of guilt touches me.

  “But in a good way,” I say quickly. “It just makes me respect you more, Myla, even if I thought that was impossible.”

  “I am grateful though,” she says. “For everything. When you took me home I had this crazy thought that this was it, that you’d gotten what you wanted out of me and I’d never be hearing from you again. And I was so freaking sad, Maddox, that I actually convinced myself about it for a little while.”

  I take her by the hands and lead her back to the recliners, sitting down and then pulling her onto my lap. I feel my manhood growing solid and excited through my swim trunks, pushing against her solidly, begging for her fleshy cheeks.

  But I try and control myself as I smooth a strand of hair behind her ear and lean close.

  “Myla, last night meant just as much to me as it did to you,” I growl.

  “I get that,” she whispers, licking her lips. The sun frames her face, making her glow golden. “But yesterday was my first time ever. I know, obviously, it’s special for you as well, it being your first time with me. But can’t you see the difference?”

  I lean forward and place a warm kiss on her cheek, tasting her sweat, tasting just her.

  “Myla, it was exactly the same for me last night.”

  She pouts playfully and leans close, giving me a kiss on the nose.

  “Now who’s telling lies, huh?” she says. “How could it have been just the same, when I was the only one who was a virgin?”

  “But you weren’t,” I tell her, feeling a weight lift off my chest as though raised by invisible hands. “I was a virgin until last night, too.”

  Her mouth drops open and then her lips twitch upward, the queen of all eye rolls rocking her eyes.

  “I thought we agreed we’d always be honest with each other,” she says.

  “We did and I am,” I tell her firmly. “Up until last night, I’d never had sex before. I swear it to you. I’ll never lie to you. I’m claiming you for the rest of our lives. Right now, my child is growing in your womb. I know it is. I can feel it. I’m telling you the truth.”

  She blinks at me.

  “Woah,” she says. “You’re actually serious, aren’t you?”

  “I am,” I growl.

  “But how?” she yells, so loudly that Tyson stops paddling for a moment and turns to her in shock. She giggles. “Sorry, didn’t mean to bust your ear drums there. But this is just so freaking crazy.”

  “I guess it is in this day and age,” I agree.

  “But it just doesn’t make any sense. You must’ve had groupies throwing themselves at you all the time. I’m not saying you’re lying, Maddox, because I know we’re always going to be honest with each other. I guess it’s just hard to accept, you know?”

  “I know,” I say, nodding. “And I won’t say I haven’t had women throw themselves at me over the years. Too many to count, it’s true. I’m not a virgin because I couldn’t have sex. I was waiting, Myla. For the one, even if that sounds cheesy as fuc—”

  “It doesn’t,” she whispers, wiggling closer to me. “I feel the same.”

  “And I’m glad I did,” I say, running my finger along her lips, savoring the way she shivers for me. “Last night was better than I ever could’ve dreamed.”

  “And me,” she whispers, wiggling against me, her cheeks glowing in a way that implies a whole lot. “I’ve been thinking about it all freaking day too, actually.”

  “Hmm,” I whisper. “Really? Maybe we should skip swimming so I can get that fine-fucking ass upstairs. I’ve been dreaming about spanking you, Myla. Not hard. Just enough to show you that you’re mine.”

  Her eyes light up and she wiggles some more, making me so damn hard I’m surprised I don’t just erupt in a fountain of seed-infused desire right now.

  But I wouldn’t waste a drop.

  Every splash of my hot want belongs in her tight pussy.

  “I think that sounds freaking perfect,” she whimpers.

  I stand up, lifting her off me in the same moment, causing her to giggle wildly when I plant her on her feet.

  “Wait in my bedroom,” I tell her. “I’ll just get Kenneth to see to Tyson.”

  She snaps off a mock-salute.

  “Sir, yes, sir,” she giggles.

  “I like the sound of that, sir,” I growl.

  “Well, you better not get used to it,” she sasses.

  I give her a light spank on her ass, just a tap, really, but enough to cause my manhood to pulse and her eyes to grow wider and more frantic with desire.

  “Bedroom,” I smirk. “Now.”

  She pouts at me in a way that just drives me wilder as she skips into the house, and then I kneel down at the edge of the pool and gesture for Tyson.

  “Aren’t I just the luckiest motherfucker in the world, boy?” I say, lifting him out of the water.

  Telling Myla about my virginity has caused a whoosh of lively air to move through me, as though I’m now readier than ever to jump feet first into our lives together.

  Because there’s no damn shame in it, none at all, not when I waited all my damn life for her, and her alone.

  She’s all I’ll ever need.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Myla

  I walk around his bedroom, the first place we ever did anything intimate, wandering over to the record player and running my fingers over the cases. Then I go to the big drooping curtains and pull them closed, casting the room into complete darkness. I fix that with the corner lamp, throwing a mood-enhancing glow across the room.

  He was a virgin too.

  The revelation keeps bouncing around my head sharply, almost as though something inside of me is baiting me not to believe it.

  And if anybody else had told me that, somebody in Maddox’s position, with armies of groupies throwing themselves at him every day, I would’ve laughed and called them a liar.

  But I know Maddox.

  Maybe that’s strange and maybe the world will call us crazy, but ever since he said he claimed me and I felt the world-shifting feeling in my body and my heart, I’ve known that we were meant for each other, that he wouldn’t lie to me.

  And I just know, closing my eyes and letting the truth of it course through me, that he’s telling the truth about this.

  He waited, all those years, all those temptations, endless groupies saying they’d do anything for him, anything he wanted.

  And he waited.

  That means so much to me I just feel airy butterflies flapping around my body.

  I push that other thing deep, the whispering doubt at the corner of my mind that says Mom and Dad, most likely Dad, since they’re best friends, are going to ruin this.

  I can’t think about that right now, not with my lust for Maddox surging into the air with the force of a rocket ship.

  Ever since we slept together, my thoughts have drawn to him like glistening metal to a magnet.

  I go to the bed and sit down, crossing my legs in what I hope is a sexy posture.

  I’d feel silly if I did this before, like I was trying too hard, that mean little voice spitting in my mind, You’re just the fat loser that nobody would ever want.

  But that’s not true, and with Maddox’s help I can finally let my plus size beauty and sassiness shine through.

  I reach up and touch my neck, feeling the necklace, its delicate interwoven metallurgy telling me that Maddox is mine and I’m his.

  The door swings open and Maddox steps in, still in his swim trunks, a few leftover beads of water clinging to his heaving form. He takes me in with narrowed eyes, moving like lasers to my legs and then my breasts, and finally settling on my face with a smirk as he closes the door behind him with a quick punch.

  “Didn’t you say you wanted to spank me?” I tease, a crazy, big smile on my lips as I bat my eyelashes a
t him, half joking and half serious, bridling this newfound confidence and using it to drive my man wild. “Isn’t that what you’re just dying to do, Maddox?”

  “Not hard,” he growls, pausing close. “Just enough to see your fine, round ass move for me.”

  “Hmm,” I muse, tapping my chin as though deep in thought.

  But in truth there’s no thinking required.

  A light spanking – the fun, playful, horny kind – makes my sex tighten and my clit tingly, my body surging with irrepressible sensations.

  “Hmm?” he smirks, leaning down and placing his hand on my knee. “What’s there to hmm about, eh?”

  “Step back,” I whisper, my cheeks blooming even as I try to instill bravado in my words.

  “Are we playing a game?” he chuckles huskily.

  “Maybe,” I tease. “Step back and turn around. Don’t look until I tell you to.”

  “Now I’m interested,” he says.

  He swaggers to the other end of the room and turns around, giving me a view of his broad, tanned back that’s all twisted with his savage muscle.

  I feel that familiar doubt thudding in my body as I execute my plan, stripping quickly so that I don’t stop halfway through, ripping off my bra and wiggling out of my panties.

  An urge in my mind roars, Put them back on. Now. You’re humiliating yourself.

  But I ignore it and crawl naked onto the bed, the air pricking my skin even if it’s as sultry as our desire.

  I bend over on all fours.

  “Okay,” I whisper, looking at him over my shoulder. “You can look now.”

  His mouth drops open and for a long moment he just stands there, his eyes fixated on me as though the world will end if he looks away.

  I see his swim trunks pulse and my gaze flits to them, finding his manhood outlined clearly in the damp fabric, a solid fleshy pole roaring to be let loose.

  “Fucking hell,” he snarls. “Are you trying to drive me insane?”

  I feel my heart soar and my sex get even hotter. There’s nothing like having him look at me like that, confirming my sexiness, this millionaire rock star who could have anybody he wanted, but has chosen me.