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“Don’t laugh at my belly. My baby girl is hungry.” She smiles and bites my lip.

She couldn’t stand waiting to know what we were having until delivery, so like always, I gave in to her, and we found out. We’re having a bouncing baby girl next month, and I can’t wait. I’m filled with equal parts excitement that she’ll be just like my Georgia, and dread that she’ll be just like my Georgia.

She turns around, strutting away from me, and I rub my injured lip.

“You keep shaking your ass like that and I’ll have to fuck you before I feed you.”

She stops in her tracks and looks over her shoulder at me, raising an eyebrow. It’s like she’s daring me to do it.

If I know anything about my girl, it’s that she loves a challenge. Especially when she’s on the receiving end of it.

My eyes roam down her lush body, relishing all her curves in her tight strapless dress. Since the day we first made love, I’ve been unable to keep my hands off her. I think it’s gotten worse since she started growing with my baby. Seeing her round with our child and knowing she’s my wife makes me hard just thinking about it.

We’ve been in this house since the day she called and bought it over the phone, sight unseen. I’ve made love to her on every available space, and now I’m working my way back through them. We’re supposed to meet our friends Ethan and Tiffany for dinner in twenty minutes, but I have a feeling I’m about to make us late.

I move before she can react, pulling her into my arms and carrying her over to the dresser in our bedroom. I sit her on the edge and spread her legs wide, moving between them. I reach down between us and undo my slacks, giving her a cocky grin.

“You better make this quick. I want something besides your dick for dinner.” She says the words in a sassy tone, but we both know what she really wants. “Tiffany is just as pregnant as I am, and I know she’s not going to wait to order. Ethan wouldn’t let her starve like you’re letting me.”

“Oh, is that right? You want me to stop?” I move my fingers to her panties, feeling how damp they are on the outside. I run my index finger up and down, feeling her wetness, and wait for her to tell me she doesn’t want this.

She moans at the light touch, moving her hips to try to get more pressure.

“Tell me, Sweet Cream. Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

I pull her now soaking panties to the side and gently touch her tender lower lips. “What was that?” I ask, making her say it again.

“Antonio,” she whines, and I smile at her. “I’m hormonal. Don’t make me beg.”

I plunge my fingers inside her sticky heat, and she lets out a moan. “Is this what you want? Or do you want my cock?”

Her head falls back, and her eyes close as she sits on the dresser soaking up the pleasure I’m giving her.

“Tell me, Peaches. Tell me what you want.”

“Your cock,” she breathes. “Fuck me, Antonio.”

I pull out my fingers and bring them to my mouth, licking on them as I push the tip of my cock past her sticky folds. Her flavor hits my tongue as I thrust into her fully, and I try to hold myself back from cumming. It’s almost too much—the tight feel of her pussy wrapped around me and the sweet taste of her on my tongue.

“Goddamn, I won’t last.” I look down to where I’ve entered her, and the sight of her pussy swallowing my cock is too much.

I reach between us and strum my thumb across her clit. I feel her hand come up and grip my hair as she moans. “Yes.”

Bottoming out inside her, I feel her clench around me as her orgasm starts. She shouts my name as her juices coat my cock and drip down between us. The feel of her body, lost in ecstasy, is my undoing, and I thrust into her once more, cumming inside her.

“I don’t know if it’s the hormones, but I swear to God, my orgasms get better every time.”

I look up at her and see the after-sex glow on her face and a smile on her lips. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. To make her happy.

“Now we can go to dinner.” I lean in, kissing her lips as I pull out and put her panties back in place. “I’ll let you leave those on and think of what I’m going to do to you tonight when I’ve got all the time in the world.”

I watch Georgia blush as I help her off the dresser and she straightens her dress.

“Whatever you say, Daddy Warbucks. As long as you’re buying me a steak, you can butter my biscuit any way you like it.”

I laugh as she struts out of the room, her legs a little wobbly after our quick, dirty fun. God, I love when she speaks southern.

I walk up beside her, take her hand, and lead her out of the house to the waiting car. When we get in the back, I make her sit in my lap so I can kiss her neck and rub her belly during the journey.

I may have found the love of my life later than I could have imagined, but I’m not one to take such a precious gift for granted. I plan on making the most of the card-counting southern peach that busted into my casino and took the house. Not a day goes by that I’m not reminded how lucky I am, and with our newest chapter about to start, I know it’s filled with infinite happiness.





The surprise short story of Samantha and Leo.

Find out if they get their Happily Ever After…

*whispers*

They do.





Chapter 1





Leo





Her blonde hair is sprawled across her pillow in a wild mess, completely un-Samantha like. Most never see her with a hair out of place, and I’m giving her that look every night. I can still see the traces of last night’s love-making coating her thighs.

When she arrived last night, I could tell something was off. My Samantha always worked so hard to keep people at arm’s length, only giving them what she wanted to give. But I’d been working harder for the last year to break down those walls one by one. Last night it seemed like she had rebuilt a few when she arrived home. Though she’d never call it “home” out loud, but that’s what it is.

Her condo in the heart of Vegas sits empty now for days on end. If she wasn’t here, I’d show up there, and she knew I hated being in the city when I didn’t have to. I like living on the outskirts. The quiet is more to my liking, and Samantha knows it.

That’s how I first knew I’d really won a part of her. She comes out here every night knowing I’d drag my ass to the city if she didn’t. I’d do it for her, though. I enjoyed having her out here all to myself. A gate surrounding my home, no one to knock on the door and bother us, no assistants showing up at ungodly hours.

I think she likes the quiet out here, too. She just doesn’t say it. It’s why she hasn’t told any of the people she employs where it’s located. She doesn’t want to be tracked down either.

Sitting on the side of the bed, I brush some of the hair out of her face. Her make-up from the day before is still on, just a little smudged except for her lipstick, which I’d rubbed off rather quickly. I get off on making her pass out without her performing her normal nightly routine. She’s always so ordered and precise with everything, and I love that I can make her break that routine. That I can take her so many times. Rock her body with orgasm after orgasm until she passes out.

I still can’t believe I only met her a year ago, though I’d heard about her for years. Most of the powerful men in Vegas know who she is. It wasn’t until last year that I met her at an event. A man I’d been working a deal with at the time was the reason for my being there. Every now and then I was forced to do a little elbow rubbing. He’d seen me following her around with my eyes as she worked the room.

She was magnificent. Something inside me that I didn’t even know was there came alive. I’d lived a dull life. Father, a Sheriff. Mother, a Sunday school teacher. I did everything I was supposed to. Went to college and graduated while I worked the whole time in construction, saving every penny I had. I took the only two things I knew, business and construction, and mixed them. And that’s all I ever really did. Worked, slept, and ate. I didn’t crave much other than that. Until I saw her. I didn’t want dull anymore. I wanted her. I liked the things she made me feel.

Then he told me who she was. Samantha Levine, the woman who ran the Mistress Auctions. I’d also heard she wasn’t one to be crossed. That there wasn’t a person she didn’t have in her pocket. She was untouchable.

I didn’t give a shit. I planned on touching. Even though she skirted the law…hell, who am I kidding? I’m sure she broke it when she saw fit. I’d spent my years making sure I played by the rules. I didn’t get mixed up in Vegas politics or the power games like everyone else. I didn’t have to worry about getting tangled in it. I’d built my business so I wouldn’t have to. I bought land and sold it. Sometimes I sat on it and sometimes I built on it and sold it. I’d made a killing and had done it with clean hands. Not many could say the same in a town like this. Not even the woman lying in my bed. I’d break every rule I ever lived by to keep her.

She had me the moment I saw her, but she sealed her fate after that night. She’d given me her card and asked me to come to her office the next day. I was sure she was going to ask if I wanted to come to one of the Mistress Auctions.