“Anyone who wouldn’t like this is an idiot.”

Andrew chuckled. “So, you’re ready to tell your mum you’re getting married?”

“I’m ready to tell everyone. Everyone’s going to hear how happy you make me and how happy I want to make you.”

“You already do,” he said.

“Hot tub?” I suggested.

“Naked?” he asked.

“Absolutely.”

Forty-Four

Andrew

“That ring was pretty in the box, but on you, it’s something else,” I said as Sofia slipped out of her underwear. She was naked in the New York moonlight and I’d never seen anything so breathtakingly spectacular.

“I don’t think you’re looking at the ring.” She laughed as she climbed the first step into the hot tub.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her off the step toward me. “I’m never looking at anything but you if you’re in the room.”

“Same,” she replied. I skirted my fingers up and down her arms. I wanted to bend her over the hot tub and fuck her so loud the entire city could hear me, but I knew I’d regret it. I was going to take my time tonight. Not to torture her, but to remind her that we had our whole lives to be together. For as long as my heart beat in my body, I was going to worship her.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered. “My fiancée.”

She shivered. I bent and placed a kiss on her shoulder.

I cupped her face and pressed a kiss on her lips. Threading her fingers into my hair, she deepened our kiss, our tongues pressing together, urgent and purposeful. She was so soft and warm and perfect, and the occasional scrape of her ring against my scalp sent a bolt of desire right to my dick. She was going to be my wife. That was the best aphrodisiac I’d ever experienced.

She pulled away.

“I don’t think we’re going to make it to the hot tub,” she said, glancing down at my erection straining between us.

“You think I’m going to pass up an opportunity to get you even warmer and even wetter?”

I bent and scooped her up, then slipped her into the bubbling water before sliding in next to her. I positioned her so she was straddling me, face to face.

“You’re perfect.”

She shook her head. “I’m anything but.”

“You’re perfect for me. And I love you.”

I glanced around, looking for a condom.

“Let’s not,” she said, the look of contentment and trust in her eye better than every award and pat on the back I’d ever gotten.

“You want to get pregnant?” I asked.

“Maybe,” she said. “We probably should have talked about this before getting engaged.”

“No need. I’m happy if you’re happy. I seem to remember you saying something about you wanting fifteen kids or something. If you decide you don’t want any, that’s fine too.” I never thought I’d hear myself saying I wanted children, but the idea of a family with Sofia felt right. It felt like destiny.

“I’m not sure about fifteen, but I’d like to be a mother. And I don’t just want one. Everyone I know comes from a big family and . . . I want that for my kids. For me.”

She’d make a fantastic mother. Her passion and honesty, combined with her work ethic and determination? Our kids would run the world.

“Let’s start with one.” I pressed my lips onto her collarbone and she wriggled on my lap, impatient as ever.

I grinned against her skin before pulling her down onto my cock. She tipped her head back, exposing her long neck, her breasts jutting in front of me, begging for attention. So much for making her wait.

The warmth of the water, the lights of the New York City night, and the understanding that the woman in front of me was the woman I was going to be making love to for the rest of time was almost overwhelming.

Sofia shifted so she was leaning back. The change in angle—the pressure on my dick, the sway of her breasts, the short sharp pinch in my balls—encouraged a growl from deep in the base of my throat. This woman was wicked. She knew exactly what she could do to me, body and soul. I’d never felt so entirely vulnerable with someone but also so completely cherished. She knew she held my heart in her hands and I knew she’d do anything to keep it safe.

The feeling was entirely mutual. I’d do everything I could to make her feel safe and loved. And I knew that whatever I did, I’d always be pushing to do more.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I said.

She brought a trembling hand to my neck as she bucked up and down on my cock. She was close now, her movements less controlled, her breathing shallow and desperate. I grabbed her hips and took over. As much as I needed to release inside her, I wasn’t going to make it entirely easy.

I squeezed her arse and then moved us so we were both standing. “Bend over and enjoy the view,” I said, positioning her so she enjoyed the uninterrupted sight of the Empire State building. I pushed into her again, this time from behind. With our bodies out of the water, the friction between us increased and I almost boiled over right there and then. Deep inside her, I stilled, then reached under her and found her clit. She screamed as my fingers made contact. Maybe it was my imagination but it felt like her scream reverberated off every skyscraper surrounding the hotel. Yes, I thought. I can make the sexiest woman in the world make those sounds. I began to thrust, over and over, deeper and deeper.

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