“Always,” she breathed out as she wiggled her hips and lined up my tip with her entrance.
Curling upward, I sucked one of her pebbled nipples into my mouth at the same time that I drove my hips forward. Her body writhed on top of me as I let go of her tit with a pop and switched my attention to the other side. With my hands on her hips, I lifted her up and down my cock. Her palms were on my chest, nails digging into my skin as she rode me. I continued to play with her nipples while our bodies moved in unison, her hips slamming down each time I thrust up.
“Oh, fuck! You feel so damn good with your pussy strangling the hell out of my cock.” She threw her head back, and I felt her hair brush against my legs. Her tits swayed each time she bounced on my dick, and a sense of triumph filled my veins because I was the only man who’d ever get to see her like this for the rest of her life. “I want to feel you come for me, beautiful. Give it to me.”
She lifted her head to look at me, her eyes hazy with passion and her teeth buried in her bottom lip. Moving one of my hands from her hips, I slid my finger over her finger right above where my ring rested. Her entire body tensed, and I hammered up into her two more times before she exploded and took me with her.
We lay there panting, with her cheek pressed against my chest, until she lifted her head and said, “You realize that the press is going to have a field day over our whirlwind romance, right?”
“They’ll get over it eventually,” I reassured her. “Someone else will hookup, breakup, or makeup and they’ll take our place in the limelight.”Epilogue 1Gage
One year later...Gripping my phone in my hand so tightly that I was surprised it didn't crack, I stormed into the home office Morgan and I shared to wave it in her face. “Surprise, surprise. There’s yet another story about a mythical baby bump in the gossip rags online this morning.”
I’d been wrong about the paparazzi getting bored with us as a married couple. They’d been particularly relentless in their hunt for any possible sign of a pregnancy in Morgan ever since they found out we were a couple. If she wore anything loose over her belly, they jumped all over the possibility of her being pregnant. Eight months ago, they spotted us out on a date. Morgan had been drinking fruit juice while I had a beer. There were stories all over the place about us trying for a baby when those pictures came out. Two months ago, they caught us listening to a band in the VIP section at a local hotspot. Morgan’s back had been pressed against my chest, my arms were wrapped around her body, and my hands rested over her stomach. I hadn’t held her like that for any reason other than I wanted her close while we watched the show, but that hadn’t mattered to anyone but us. It took almost two weeks—and a picture of her drinking a glass of champagne at an Oscars after-party—for the story to die down again.
I’d known the press would focus on us back when we came out publicly as a couple, but I’d underestimated how focused everyone would be on the possibility of Morgan and I having a baby. It’d been worse than any other baby watch I could remember—including for the royal couples. I’d mostly ignored all the crap at the start, but then Morgan went off her birth control a little more than half a year ago. I’d quickly lost my patience with the stories since then because it was nobody’s business but ours that we were trying to have a baby.
Morgan took the phone from me and quickly scanned the story. This time, she was the one who’d been caught with her hand resting over her stomach as she stood waiting for the elevator at her agent’s office. “Dane needs to clean office if his staff is sneaking photos of his clients and selling them to the tabloids,” I growled.
“You don’t know that it was anyone on his team,” she chided, handing me the phone back. “It could’ve been just about anyone in the building.”
“Which is why you should use Mario. He’ll come to you whenever you want.” I’d first suggested she switch to my agent after we got engaged, then again when we got married six months ago in a private ceremony on a beach in Bali surrounded by our closest friends and family, and each time a new story popped up about her being pregnant. Although Dane had done a good job with her career since she landed the starring role in his mother’s movie, I would’ve preferred to have the same person representing us because having one fewer person involved would make crisis management easier. Morgan had stood firm in keeping Dane on because she was loyal to a fault. It was one of the things that I loved most about my beautiful wife, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t stop asking.