For the first time in as long as she could remember, she cried in front of someone. But this time, she knew he wouldn't use her tears as a weapon. He caressed her cheek with his thumb and brought it to his lips, licking the tear off.
"I love you Tony, and I'll spend the rest of my life making you happy."
"Same here, babe. Let's start now."
Lifting her in his arms he carried her from the pool to the hot tub. The steamy water enveloped them as he held her close and kissed her, creating an internal heat that had nothing to do with the water around them.
"I've never made love in the hot tub, you know," she whispered against his neck, lightly nipping at his corded muscles.
He groaned and squeezed her hips, his penis hardening and pressing against her mound. "Your wish is my command," he said, flipping her around so that she held on to the edge of the tub.
Morgan spread her legs, welcoming his probing fingers into her heat. She moaned when he separated the folds of her vaginal lips and slid two fingers inside, pumping rhythmically until she felt dizzy with need. His other hand reached for her breasts, squeezing them and tweaking the nipples until she cried out, more than ready for him.
"Now, Tony, please," she cried, unable to bear a moment longer without him inside her.
"As you wish," he teased pressing his chest against her as he thrust his shaft inside. He bit down on her neck when he entered her, and she shuddered with the pain and pleasure.
She whimpered at the feel of his thick cock filling her, how he completed her, his repeated thrusts taking her near orgasm almost immediately.
"I'm gonna want to fuck you every day for the rest of our lives," he whispered against her neck.
"I hope so," she said, moaning when his fingers bit roughly into the tender flesh of her hips.
"Sometimes I'll spank you, tie you up, make you suck my cock until I come all over your face."
She could tell by his grunts and groans that he was as close as she was to fulfillment. "God, yes, Tony, I want that and more."
"I'll use your body to satisfy me, and then I'll satisfy you until you scream my name over and over again."
The pounding of his thrusts grew faster, harder. She felt the spasms building to a point of no return.
"I'm going to come," she cried, and he reached around to take her over the edge with his fingers, groaning as he spilled inside her simultaneously, their bodies sliding furiously and passionately together.
They collapsed against the side of the tub, Tony nuzzling her neck with soft kisses.
"Was that a quickie?" she asked when she could breathe again.
He laughed. "I think so. Sorry, but it had been an entire day since I'd had you."
She giggled. "I guess we'll have to make sure that doesn't happen too often, then. Because I like it long."
She felt his penis begin to grow inside her again.
"Long, huh?" he asked, lightly thrusting inside her.
"Mmm hmm, " she murmured, ready for him again.
He laced his fingers with hers and slowly pumped against her. "I promise to make everything last a long time for you, Morgan. Not just our lovemaking, but our marriage, if you'll have me."
She gasped, unable to believe he'd just proposed while he was inside her. But wasn't that just like Tony to do the unexpected? She smiled through tears of joy and pleasure. "Yes, Tony, I'd love to marry you."
As she and her fiance made love a second time, this time slowly, with all their emotions and feelings poured into every touch, every caress, Morgan realized she'd truly found her paradise in the arms of the man she loved.
Epilogue
Six Months Later
Tony had a surprise for Morgan. One he'd been working on for several months.
She'd been so busy planning the wedding and attending to all those details, she hadn't even noticed the research he'd been doing, the e-mails to and from his private investigator.
But now everything was in place, the deed had been done.
And the best part was, her name wouldn't be drawn into it at all. Nothing about her would be revealed.
But David Randall? Oh yeah, he was screwed.
Tony smiled as he read the headlines in the New York Times.
"District Attorney indicted on Kidnapping and Sex Charges."
David Randall's grimacing face was spread all over the front page as he was led away in handcuffs from his office. Oh, the scandal. What would all his friends and relatives in the Hamptons think about their fair-haired boy now? Tony laughed.
It had taken some doing to get the goods on Randall. Shifty, sly, secretive bastard. But everyone had his weaknesses, especially perverts like David. And when he'd taken a woman across state lines for the purposes of holding her captive and playing his perverted sex games with her, that brought in the FBI.
When a friend in the FBI found out about what David had allegedly been doing, she went undercover. Gorgeous, voluptuous Vickie, always eager to put a slimeball away. And she reveled in this assignment, took David to the very edge with her innocent act. And then as soon as he tried to do to Vickie what he'd done to Morgan, she took him down.
Big time.
Oh yeah. Revenge was sweet.
"What are you grinning about?"
Tony looked up and smiled at Morgan, the sight of her never failing to take his breath away. For a sorry sonofabitch like himself, he'd sure gotten lucky to find a woman like her.
"I
have a surprise for you."
Her dubious expression made him laugh. "Your surprises make me nervous."
"You know me too well. Now come here and sit on my lap."
She crossed the kitchen and settled on his lap, wriggling her delectable ass against his crotch.
"You're doing that on purpose to distract me."
"Uh huh." She bent and nibbled at the corner of his lip.
"Stop that."
"Nuh uh."
"I have something to tell you." He wound his arms over her silk-clad back, loving the feel of her body moving against her dress.
"Tell me."
"It's about David."
She stilled and looked at him. He waited to see the fear in her eyes, but all he saw there was wariness. "What about David?"
Tony handed her the newspaper. "Read."
She shifted off his lap and slid into the chair next to his, her eyes rapidly scanning the headlines. "Oh my God."
He didn't answer, just let her read and soak it all in. When she finished, her gaze met his. Tears pooled in her eyes. "It's over."
He nodded. "Yes, baby, it's over. That prick is going to jail for a very long time. He'll never come after you, never be able to hurt you again. And your name will never come up in this."
Her eyes widened. "You had something to do with this?"
"Maybe." He'd wondered what her reaction would be. Would she be angry at him? Probably. But he couldn't let that snake continue to hurt women like he'd hurt Morgan.
"How?"
"I have friends in high places. I really didn't do anything, just mentioned to a few people that he needed to be checked out."
"Didn't they ask how you knew?"
He grinned and reached for her fingers. They were icy cold. He rubbed them between his hands. "I'm a reporter. I don't have to divulge my sources. Besides, it didn't take long for the FBI to dig up dirt on David. He'd developed a relationship with a woman, met her, and ended up crossing state lines with her. When she went missing, they made the connection to David. They took the ball and ran with it after that. I knew it was just a matter of time before they figured it all out."
She shook her head and crawled back in his lap, wrapping her arms tight around his neck. "Thank you," she whispered.
"You needed to be free, baby. Completely free of him. Now it can be the two of us looking forward. You never have to look back again."