It was time to bring out the big guns. I slid to my knees, turned her so I could place little kisses on her stomach, and then rested my forehead there. “Please?” I pouted.
I looked up, and sure enough, I could see her determination wavering. I saved the “please” card and puppy dog eyes for rare occasions, and I followed them up by standing smoothly and sweeping her into a passionate kiss. Lifting her into my arms, I stalked to the bed and stripped us both before kissing, biting, and licking her body from head to toe. As I was about to bury myself inside her, I stopped. She mewled in protest, but I stared at her and asked one more time.
“I want to have another kid, baby. How about we make one?” I nudged her soaking wet pussy with the head of my cock and she whimpered with need.
“Yes,” she gasped, and I didn’t waste a moment. Thrusting into her, I fucked her until I was satisfied I’d accomplished my goal. We fell asleep tangled up together, with me still inside her.
Two weeks later, I woke to Madeleine sprinting out of bed and into the bathroom to empty her stomach.
I had a reputation for getting anything I went after. At that moment, I had it all.
Bonus Scene: A Return to Paris
Caleb
“Open your eyes, baby,” I whispered in Madeleine’s ear. “We’re here.”
Her lids lifted slowly, fluttering a few times as the sleep cleared. She smiled sweetly at me and warmth exploded in my chest. Every day, I thought couldn’t possibly love her any more. Then the next morning would arrive, and I’d find I was wrong.
I was sitting next to her on the bed in the back bedroom of my private plane and I couldn’t help snaking a finger into the top of the sheet and tugging it down, baring her gorgeous tits. She stretched and purred like a satisfied cat, and even though I’d taken her twice before we fell asleep, my cock jumped to attention.
“Where is here?” Madeline asked through a yawn. I brushed her mussed up hair out of her face and leaned down to brush my lips across hers.
“Come and see.” I stood and walked to the door, throwing her a wink before exiting. After a few minutes, she emerged from the room dressed and groomed to perfection. She was always beautiful, but I really preferred the “freshly fucked” look. The door to the plane was already open and the stairs lowered, so I held out my hand and once she’d taken it, I guided her out onto the private airstrip.
Madeleine looked around and the moment she realized we were in Paris, her whole face lit up. Everything I’d ever done to get us to this point was absolutely worth it. She hurried down the steps and let go of my hand to throw herself into my arms.
“You brought me back to Paris?” she exclaimed, then sealed her lips over mine before I could respond.
Reluctantly, I tore my mouth from hers, a breath away from dragging her back to the bedroom. Unable to resist, I pecked her lips once more. “Let’s get to our hotel, baby. We have reservations for dinner.”
A limo was waiting for us and I helped her inside before sliding in next to her and dragging her up against my side. I immediately closed the privacy partition and attacked Madeleine’s mouth. We made out like teenagers until I heard the buzz of the intercom and the driver announced we’d reached our destination. I grinned as I looked her over—with the flush on her cheeks, kiss-swollen mouth, and glaze in her beautiful eyes—no one should have any doubt she was taken.
“Let’s go, baby,” I murmured, stepping out of the car. Waving away the chauffeur, I assisted my wife as she climbed out. The side slit in her skirt widened when her long leg extended out, and I frowned. I hadn’t noticed how high it was before. The driver’s gaze was glued to the sight as well, and I growled, glaring at him until he flushed and turned away. Once Madeleine alighted from the vehicle, I tucked her under my arm and walked to the entrance of the hotel. Turning my head, I scolded her softly, “Nobody gets to see what’s mine, Madeleine. I’m throwing your skirt in the trash as soon as we reach our room.”
She looked up at me in surprise, then glanced down at her skirt and rolled her eyes. “You’ll do no such thing,” she scoffed. My eyes narrowed in warning, but I let it drop, for the moment.
I checked us into the penthouse, the room where I’d officially made Madeleine mine. Swiping the elevator key, I pulled her inside and into my arms. As the doors whooshed shut, I slammed my mouth down over hers, the memories assaulting me and igniting my fever for her. I barely registered the ding and the doors opening to reveal a small foyer and two large, French doors leading to the suite. I shuffled her to the entrance and continued kissing her as I used the key card to open the door.