We kissed and kissed, all while Elvis sang.
As soon as it was over, we rushed back to our hotel, declining any offers of champagne and extra pictures.
We burst through the room, clutching each other, shoving, gripping, fighting for dominance.
In the end, I was the victor, shoving him against the glass of our suite, turning him to face the lights of the fountain below. Biting his neck, I pushed his hands to the glass and stripped us of our clothes.
“You want my cock, husband?”
“Fuck yes,” he moaned.
“Not yet.”
I dropped to my knees and spread his cheeks apart, flicking my tongue along his tight hole. His breaths grew heavy and his pleas desperate. Especially when I reached around him to grip his shaft and stroked him roughly.
My own cock throbbed between my thighs and my need grew beyond control. Having lubed him with my tongue and stretched him with my fingers, I stood, holding his cheeks apart to spit on where I needed to be.
I held my hand to his mouth. “Lick.”
He complied, sucking on my fingers before I could pull away. I used his saliva to stroke my cock and then lined my head up with his opening.
“I love you, Jake.”
“I love you, Jackson—my husband. The love of my life.”
With a groan of happiness and pleasure, I pushed in and fucked my husband in front of the entire strip.
I did what I’d wanted to do since I was a teenager.
I claimed him as mine and let him claim me as his.
I surrendered.
Epilogue
Carina
“Hello, Laura. I’m here to see Erik.”
I’d been visiting Bergamo and Brandt since earlier in the year as a little side project. They wanted to open an office in London and reached out to Wellington and Russo for assistance. Since we’d already helped them set up their current business almost eight years ago, they didn’t need a whole team like they had before. No, they needed me and what I wanted to offer. So, without really discussing it with my father, I supplied them with a marketing plan completely created by yours truly. A damn good one, if I said so myself.
Jake helped out a few times when I needed to run numbers and analytics, but he didn’t need to waste time away from other projects that needed his full attention. So, he signed when required, and we hadn’t brought my father on.
“Look at you.” Laura beamed, taking in my belly. “You’re radiant, Carina.”
“I’m sweating,” I deadpanned, making her laugh. “Why the hell is it so hot in September?”
“Because you’re pregnant. It’s the law that all things to make you uncomfortable will happen in the last trimester.”
I rolled my eyes but shared a laugh with the older woman. She’d had three kids of her own, so she was kind enough to listen to me whenever I came in.
“I’ll let him know you’re here,” she said, picking up the phone. A moment later, she let me know to go on in.
I opened the door, and my eyes first locked on Erik rounding his desk. I saw others in my periphery in the seating area around a coffee table and remembered today would be a full team meeting.
“Hey, Carina. Can we get you anything to drink?” Erik asked, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek. We’d become close over the past few months of working together—friends. I’d also become close to his girlfriend, Alexandra, who gave a smile and a wave on her way to the couch. At least, as close as I let people get these days.
I opened my mouth to accept some water when a voice had me choking on my words.
“Carina?” A deep voice croaked my name, pulling my eyes to the others on the couch.
Dark hair pushed back, and the most startling gray eyes I’d never forget, even if I tried.
Holy shit.
“Ian?”
What were the odds? What were the freaking odds?
“You two know each other?”
My gaze jerked to the petite brunette sitting pressed to Ian’s side. Hanna Brandt, Erik’s little sister who worked in another department on the floor below. Her eyes were wide and scanned my body, resting on my stomach. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before, but as she looked between Ian and me, probably connecting the dots, it took on a hint of worry I’d never seen before.
I looked back to Ian to find his eyes widening as they took me in. My hand rested possessively on my stomach like I could hide the giant belly from his accusing eyes. If he looked shocked before, it was nothing compared to his jaw-dropping gawk now.
“What the hell is that?”