Earning Her Keep (Price of Love)

“You’re mine, babygirl. I belong with you. I belong inside you. And that’s all there is to it. Besides, you’re ovulating so it’s baby making time. Your little wristwatch there tracks even the slightest changes in your body temp and chemistry.”

He’s buried so deep inside me that my eyes start to roll back in my head, he curves his body over mine from behind. He places his big hand to my belly and shifts his hips.

I inhale slowly, my thighs shivering with pleasure. I turn my face over my shoulder a little, and glance back at him. “So does this mean I’m done earning my keep?” I whisper.

He laughs a little then. So cocky. So sexy. “Not even close,” he growls, and pushes in deep…

…deeper…

…deepest.

CHAPTER 11

Dane

Epilogue - 1 Month Later

The air is heavy with tropical warmth. We’re at an estate on St. Martin’s, overlooking the ocean. Fucking gorgeous. Perfect in every way. Especially because she loves it so damned much.

The drizzle and mud of that day in Chicago feels like a lifetime ago. Since that day, I haven’t been without her by my side. And I know in my heart that I never will be again.

I’m watching her from about twenty feet away, hidden behind the trunk of a palm tree and the lush green foliage that’s everywhere on this island. She’s in a tiny little turquoise bikini that I bought her. All straps, hardly any fabric. Shows off every curve just fucking right.

She’s got a little sunburn on her nose and on her shoulders. Adorable. But I make a mental note to get stronger sunscreen STAT.

She’s sitting in the half-shade, by the pool, reading Sense and Sensibility. Not just pretending to read, but reading. She still moves her lips as she goes, and I fucking love it. It’s cute as hell.

I got a reading tutor, and also bought her an e-reader and made sure to download all the most dyslexic-friendly fonts. And we’ve discovered that if she makes the font nice and big, and takes it slow, and reads in short intervals, she can understand every single word.

It's fucking awesome to see her find her confidence. She keeps trying to thank me for it, but I won’t let her. Because it’s all her. She’s the magic. Now and always.

I hear her gasp a little at whatever she just read. She swipes the screen to turn the page. She nibbles on her lip. Then she tucks her bare foot under her ass, giving me a peek at the crevice between her legs.

As usual, I’m fucking rock-hard for her. So hard it aches.

Adjusting my dick in my swim trunks, I clear my throat as I take a step toward her. She turns, and her eyes light up when she sees me. “I was wondering where you went!” She scoots over on the chaise lounge, trying to make a space for me.

“Cute. But there’s no way I’d fit.”

“True,” she says. “But I could always sit in your lap.”

Christ. But this time, I manage to keep my focus. “Put that down and close your eyes,” I tell her.

She puts her e-reader on the table, straightens her shoulders and does just as she’s told. Such a good little girl.

Once I’m sure she’s not looking, I crouch down in front of her. “Open your hand.”

She squeezes her thighs together, rolling her feet up onto tip toes, and then puts her hand palm up on her knee.

Into her sweet little palm, I put a key to the front door of this estate. Our estate.

Her eyes pop open as soon as she feels the cold metal touch her skin. “Oh Daddy. Is this?”

I glance around. “Yep. Ours. Because I’ve lived all my life being unhappy, until you baby. But fuck that.”

Her eyes sparkle. “That’s right! Fuck that!”

“And now that I’ve met you, I’m not going to suffer through one more shitass Chicago winter if I don’t have to.”

She wraps her arms around me, and plants a big greedy kiss on my lips. “I’ve got a surprise for you too, Daddy.”

“Oh yeah?” I nudge her cheek with my nose. “What’s that?”

She lets out a giggle. But doesn’t answer. Instead, she kisses me again. A greedy, hungry, passionate kiss that fucking takes my breath away. I love the way she wants. I love the way she needs. Such a sexy little firecracker.

She slowly untangles herself from my embrace, and—still with her tongue entwined in mine—rises up to standing. I follow her lead.

And then, as she’s kissing me, she takes my hand and places it on her soft belly. Then gently presses against the back of my hand with her palm.

It takes me a fucking second. But then I realize…

I open my eyes to find she’s already got hers open. And I feel her smile and nod into the kiss.

She’s pregnant. Holy, holy fuck.