An heiress for his empire

He in no way regretted making love to Madison and had every intention of showing her that no other man would be her match as Viktor was.

He wasn’t just the perfect successor for AIH, he was perfect for Madison.

With that thought, he brushed his hand down her flank, leaning over to kiss the side of her neck and bring her to wakefulness for another example of how very well they meshed in bed.

* * *

For the first time in her life, Maddie had woken in another person’s arms.

She lay, warm and secure as half of Vik’s body covered hers, his breath still even and slow in sleep.

And she thought of babies and the possibility of family. Had he done it on purpose? Or had he been as lost to the final satiation of years’ worth of unfulfilled desire that the idea of birth control hadn’t even entered the picture?

Before she’d been made love to by a man who never seemed to get enough, she would have written the latter off as a complete improbability.

But Vik had woken her several times in the night and pushed the boundaries of pleasure and her body on each occasion, his hunger for her something she would never again be able to doubt. There’d been no question when they were sleeping that they would do so skin-to-skin.

The one time she’d tried donning her sleep pants and tank top, he’d gotten this look in his eyes. Really intense, feral and determined. Her pajamas had been in a puddle on the floor moments later and her body humming the music of the Viktor Beck pleasure symphony.

Even now, his oversized sex...

No, she didn’t believe him that he was no bigger than most men. She’d heard on one of those talk shows hosted by a group of interesting and mostly famous women that the average length was just about five inches erect. Well, she knew from five inches and his was nearly twice that. Average? She did not think so.

Right now, that not-at-all-average hardness was pressing against her hip, telling her that when he woke he’d be ready for more physical intimacy. Despite the twinges of soreness making her aware of muscles she hadn’t known she had, nipples that ached from all the stimulation they’d enjoyed and a tender feeling in the flesh between her legs, she knew she wouldn’t hesitate to respond.

Except...they hadn’t used any form of birth control in the long night of passion. Not once.

“I can hear you thinking.” Vik’s early morning voice rumbled above her head.

“You said we would make any decision about children together.”

Tension seeped into his big body, but he did not move away. “Yes?”

“We did not use birth control last night.”

Oddly, he relaxed. “No, we did not.”

“Vik,” she said in warning.

He sat up, somehow getting pillows propped against the headboard behind him and her sideways in his lap with a minimum of movement. It was a position he apparently enjoyed.

He tilted her chin up, bringing their gazes into alignment. “We made that decision together.”

“I didn’t make a decision at all. I didn’t even think of it.”

His eyebrows rose. “Neither did I.”

She narrowed her eyes, trying to gauge the truth of his statement. She might be blind, but Maddie couldn’t see the smallest flicker of deceit in the espresso orbs.

“It never once occurred to you that a condom might be a good idea?” she asked.

It was his turn for his eyes to narrow, but they glittered with anger not concentration. “You believe I would lie to you?”

“No, but you’re ruthless enough to take advantage of an expedient situation.”

He agreed, no sign of embarrassment at the truth. “Yes, but to what end would I ignore birth control?”

“You get five percent of the company when I give birth to our first child.” Did she really have to remind him of that fact?

“Did you plan to wait to start a family?”

“No.” She couldn’t even claim not to have thought of it.

Dreams were something even a woman who didn’t believe in fairy tales could indulge in. And Maddie’s dreams included building the kind of family she’d always wanted to have.

“I did not think you did.” Therefore, he had no need to take advantage of circumstance.

“Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“I believe you.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “As you should.”

She wrinkled her nose. “It might be old-fashioned, but I would still like to wait until we are married to conceive our first child.” Though if she was pregnant, she would accept that as the gift she believed it to be.

“Agreed.”

“So, from now on, birth control,” she insisted.

“Agreed.”

“You’re being awfully compliant.”