Bought For Love

“Miles,” I gasped. His hold on my breast strengthened as he held me tight against his body and powered into me. I rocked my hips backward to meet his thrusts, already desperate for the release to the pressure quickly building inside me.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathed into my ear, his teeth biting down on the lobe. “I didn’t think it could get any better between us, but this is something else altogether. There aren’t any more secrets between us. You love me. You’re carrying my baby. And your pussy is wrapped tight around my cock. Every single bad thing that happened to me in the past is worth it, for just this one moment in time with you.”

Twisting my neck, I offered him my mouth, and he took it. Devouring me, even while he filled me up. Sliding in and out of me at a frantic pace, his balls slapping against my ass. My body was stretched taut as he drove me higher and higher until he bent my knee over his leg and slid his hand along my thigh and down to my clit. He pinched it between two fingers, tugging gently, and my world splintered apart as I shouted his name. My vision darkened, and my body trembled in his hold, but Miles rode me through my explosive orgasm. Never letting up his pace, shifting behind me to grip my hips as he continued to power into me until I felt his cock grow even larger before he shuddered and filled me with his come.

When it was over, he slowly slid out of me and wrapped his body around mine once again. We were both breathing hard, and as I turned my head to rub my cheek against his chest I heard the rapid beat of his heart thundering inside.

“We might need to get into tiffs more often if this is what make-up sex is always like,” I murmured, flashing him a satisfied grin.

“As fucking amazing as that was, nothing’s worth you being upset with me.”

“Oh, Miles,” I sighed, turning in his arms until we were face-to-face. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

I placed my index finger over his lips. “Is there anything I could do, outside of sleeping with another man”—his fingers bit into me, and his blue eyes filled with a possessive gleam—“that would make you doubt your love for me?”

“That shit’s never gonna happen,” he growled. “Because I’d kill any man who dared to try.”

“Okay, that was a bad example because neither of us would ever do that to each other. But you’re missing my point, big guy. We love each other, and nothing’s going to change that. Not even if I get mad at you for being impossibly overbearing. Or—”

He nodded and brushed his lips against mine. “I got it, sweetheart. What you’re saying is we stand united. Together. No matter what.”

“Exactly.” I beamed up at him.

“I’ve never had that before; someone unconditionally on my side.”

Our backgrounds were different, but that was something we had in common. My parents’ love always seemed to come with the expectation that I’d do what they thought was best. And now that I knew he loved me back, I worried less about their reaction because it just didn’t matter as much anymore. “Other than my grandmother, neither have I. Not really,” I admitted softly.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he promised. “And the rest of the world can go fuck themselves.”

I’d never felt so loved and cherished. I just hoped nothing else got in the way of our happiness.

…

It took less than twelve hours for me to have the opportunity to prove to Miles twice over that I’d meant what I said the night before. Everything seemed to happen at once, the buzz at the door and the ringing of my phone while he was in the bathroom.

“I’ve got it!” I hollered as I dug my phone out of my pocket while walking through the living room to the front foyer. “Crap,” I muttered when I saw it was my parents calling. Luckily, the doorbell rang again just as I picked up. “Hey, I need to call you back in a little bit. There’s someone at the door.”

“Do not—”

I didn’t wait to hear how my dad was going to finish that sentence and disconnected the call as I pulled the door open. Judging by the tone of his voice, it wasn’t bound to be anything good, but it’d have to wait while I faced off with the stranger on our front step. “Hello.”

“Emma Deveraux?” he asked.

“Yes,” I answered slowly, taking a small step to the side to put my foot behind the door. I didn’t like the way the man’s beady eyes darted over my shoulder to scan what he could see of my home. “And you are?”

He flashed me a satisfied smirk. “Patrick Banks, one of your husband’s business partners. I was hoping you’d have a moment to speak with me.”