Intense (Dark Hearts)

“So perfect. Let’s go before I change my mind and cancel tonight’s plans.” She steps back and walks to the door without another word. I lead the way to the elevator and then help her inside, doing my best to limit touching her. Luckily, we don’t live too far from the event. She still has no idea where we’re going, and I hope she’ll be surprised and pleased. A pang of doubt strikes me. What if she isn’t happy? Maybe she thinks she’s going to a celebrity-filled event where the press are going to be all over her. I think it’s still important, even though it isn’t massive.

“I’m so looking forward to wherever you’re taking me,” she says as if she’s reading my mind. “I’ve never worn something so nice before. We’ve been to parties and stuff, but I couldn’t afford this.”

“You deserve the finest of things, and I plan to get them for you.”

“All I care about is your love and attention for both the baby and me.”

“Of course. You have them all. I live for you two.”

“We’re here, sir,” Johnson says. Good. I need a breather because sitting next to her sexy body and not being allowed to touch is pure torture.

Johnson opens the door, and I step out first before reaching in to take Amelia’s hand. Damn, it feels good to hold her, even just her hand, in public. When she steps out, photographers from the event have already spotted me.

“The Guggenheim?” she gasps, reaching up and kissing me without thinking, and I love it. I don’t care if everyone in the world learns I’m off the market. She drops back and blushes when the cameras catch her attention. There are a few more cameras than usual, but then word may have gotten out. I lead my future wife inside. That’s something I have planned to ask as well, but I’m waiting for the night to be over. It’s a huge, four-carat diamond on a platinum band full of emeralds. Looking at her sexy gown, I know the ring would look fabulous with it. Eyes are on us as we make it into the charity event.

“Mr. Edwards, we’re so pleased to have you here tonight.”

“Thank you, Mr. Benedict. I’d like to introduce you to Amelia, my girlfriend.”

“Hello, Ms. Amelia. You’re stunning. So many ladies are going to be eating their hearts out.”

“Thank you.” When we enter, she sees the signs and gasps. “This is the event I planned to go to.”

“I know. I get the invite every year. I give money, but I don’t make it. For the first time, I’ve wanted to come. You make me want to live a fuller life. A family, a house that’s a home.”

“I love you too. Thank you for bringing me to this. It’s the best of both my worlds in one—the life I had as a small child and the dreams for the future.”

“Then let us celebrate the night in beauty and food.” We’re directed to a table toward the front where the stage is, and then we sit down with a handful of people I recognize from other events and business dealings throughout the years.

“Roman Edwards, I’m shocked to see you here. It’s good to see you, old boy. You’ve brought the most enchanting creature in New York.”

“Thank you.” I know the guy’s like sixty, but I still want to punch him for admiring Amelia’s beauty. It’s foolish, but I better learn to grow used to it. She’s gonna be mine forever, and I can’t keep her locked away no matter how much I’d love to.

The rest of the evening goes smoothly as I rein in my jealousy. We walk around the Guggenheim, enjoying the art that wraps each and every floor. My sweet Amelia breathes it in, falling in love with piece after piece. I watch her eyes light up, and I know that this evening’s sexual torture is so worth it.

“This night has been wonderful. You’ve been amazing,” she says as we slip into the limo. I pull her onto my lap because my dick needs a little touch. She lets out a tiny moan, rolling her hips.

“I’m sorry that your night has to end, but I promise so many more,” I growl against her lips.

“Kiss me, Roman.”

“Of course.” Capturing her mouth with mine, I cup her head and deepen the kiss. My fingers slide into her pinned-up hair, gripping the back of her skull. “You’re mine, Amelia.”

“Yours, Roman. I need you.”

“We’re almost home. When I get you there, I’m gonna strip you bare and eat your pussy as soon as we cross the threshold, then I’m going to carry you to our bedroom where I’m gonna fuck you with those killer heels over my shoulders.”

“Are you getting wet, Amelia? Is your tight little pussy throbbing?”

“Yes, Roman. Don’t be a jerk.”