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  She kisses down my belly and works the button of my jeans with her fingers. She pulls my underwear down in one quick swoop and my cock, hard and heavy, juts straight out.

  As I step out of my pants, she cups me, my erection pulsing in her hand. Almost instantly, her mouth is on me and she’s licking the tip of my engorged penis. My whole body trembles as she takes me in her mouth.

  She strokes me once, twice and the third time, I’m pulling her off of me and pushing her onto the bed. As soon as she lands, she’s up on her elbows, licking her wet, puffy lips.

  I lie down on top of her and kiss her lips, moving down her body, tweaking each of her taut nipples with my lips. Then down her curvy belly until I’m nestled between her thighs. I take a deep breath, inhaling her desire. Her soft, musky scent fills my nostrils, igniting a need deep inside me. I have to have her. I have to taste her. With her legs hanging over my shoulders, I dip my head and lick along her swollen, wet slit. She shivers in pleasure, and her hips start to shake. I put my arm across her hips, holding her to the bed, and then I tunnel my tongue deep inside her. She’s pushing against me, but I’m holding her steady. Her scent is all over me, and it nearly pushes me over the edge as precum spills onto the sheets. I circle my tongue around her swollen clit until she grabs the back of my head. Only then do I release my hold on her hips, and she gyrates her hips, fucking me in the face.

  She’s thrashing across the bed, gripping the sheets and pulling at them, but I don’t stop. I can’t. Not until I feel her crest over the edge, and a climax surges through her. I keep licking her, taking everything she’s willing to give.

  When she finally starts to come down, I can’t hold back any longer. I raise up on my knees and position myself between her legs. Gripping her hips, I raise her body, lining her up at my hard swollen cock.

  I look up at her face, and she looks out of it, so far gone I’m questioning if I should continue or not. “Hope, you with me?”

  She looks at me through hooded eyes. She smiles sleepily and then holds her arms out. I lean into her and her hand slips between us to grip my hard shaft. Pleasure shoots through me and a moan escapes me. She smirks. “You with me, Cole?”

  She moves her hips, swiping my hard cock along her wet core. “Take me.”

  Without another thought, I plunge deep inside her.

  Hope

  He fills me completely in one thrust, and my pussy squeezes him. He’s a huge man, but he fits me perfectly. His big body over top of me has me feeling protected and treasured. He’s controlled and gentle in his thrusts, as if he’s going to break me.

  I plant my feet on the bed and raise my hips to meet him, and an out-of-control hunger rages inside me. My already sensitive pussy is now on the verge of climax again. “You won’t break me. I need you to fuck me, Cole,” I demand, and he pistons his hips as I match his rhythm. I can feel his dick throbbing inside me, and I clamp down on him. A guttural groan from deep within his chest fills the room. I’m writhing beneath him, and I thrust up against him until my toes curl, and I’m screaming my release. He clamps on to my hips, holding me still while he shoots rope after rope of hot cum deep inside me.

  My whole body is tingling when he falls and pins me to the bed. His heaviness is comforting, and I wrap my legs around him to hold him to me. Our breathing is ragged, and exhaustion fills my body, but I’ve never been happier in all my life.

  There’s a little voice in the back of my mind that says that he thinks of this as a one-night stand, but I push the thought away quickly. No matter how much time I have with him, I don’t want to ruin it with what ifs.

  8

  Cole

  She passed out, and her soft snores fill the room. I cleaned us both up and then gave her one of my old T-shirts to wear. She could barely keep her eyes open for it. I lay next to her for hours, but the longing to have her again had me moving out of the bed to the chair across the room. But still, I can’t take my eyes off her.

  I’ve had one-night stands, but I’m willing to bet my life on the fact that this is more than that. We may have just met, but already I can tell our connection is deep. When she wakes up, will she want to leave? How can I keep her?

  All these thoughts are going through my head, and when the sun comes up, I’m still sitting here, longing for her, waiting for her to wake up.

  When she wakes and starts to stretch with a smile already on her face, my heart calms a little. When she notices me sitting across the room, her smile drops. She looks at the empty space beside her and then back to me. “Did I hog the bed?”

  Shaking my head, I get up and move to sit beside her. My cock is already hard, and I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. I’ve been hard for her all night.

  She looks at the tent of my shorts and tries to hide her smile.

  I shrug my shoulders. “It’s been like that all night.”

  With the blanket around her hips and her hair tousled, she looks even more beautiful this morning. When I don’t immediately answer her, she reaches for me. “Well, Cole, if it’s been like that all night then why did I sleep alone?”

  I tell her honestly, “I wanted you again, but you were sleeping so deep, I didn’t want to wake you.”

  “So you moved to the chair?” she asks in confusion.

  I stroke the stubble of my chin and smile at her. “I didn’t trust myself next to you.”

  My answer must make her happy, because she leans toward me and kisses my chest.

  With her cheeks flushed, she says softly to me, “I’m up now. Let me freshen up and then we can”—she clears her throat—“uh, you know.”

  I watch as she slides off the bed and pads off toward the bathroom. She still has on my T-shirt, and seeing her in it gives me all kinds of ideas.

  When she comes back out, I stand up to meet her, unable to hold back anymore. “You look good wearing my name,” I tell her.

  She looks puzzled, so I tug on my shirt that she’s wearing, pulling it over her head and holding it out for her. She looks at it and back up at me. “Prince? Your last name is Prince?”

  I nod, pulling her against me.

  She rests her chin on my chest, looking up at me. “Well, it suits you.”

  I laugh, because we both know the truth. “I’m no prince. More like a beast.”

  She wraps her arms around my neck and threads her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck. “You’re MY prince.”

  Her words gut me, and I have to clear my throat before I can agree… because I’ll be her everything if she’ll let me. “Yeah, yeah I am.”

  Epilogue

  Hope

  One Year Later

  I can hear his voice on the baby monitor, telling Cole Junior to pipe down because they didn’t want to wake Momma. Just hearing the way he talks to our son softly makes me smile.

  CJ is only a month old and still isn’t sleeping through the night. Usually, Cole gets up and brings him to me to be fed. When they never come, I slide out of bed and pad across the hall to the nursery. Leaning against the door frame, I watch my two men. Cole has our son lying against his chest as he pats his back.

  A year ago, if someone had told me I would be married and a momma within a year, I would have told them they were crazy. But that’s what I am, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

  When CJ falls back to sleep, Cole lays him back down in the crib. He walks over to me, not surprised to see me standing in the doorway. Seeing my handsome husband without his shirt on still causes butterflies in my belly. “I was waiting for you.”

  His arms go around me, and he kisses me deeply on the lips. When he pulls away, he whispers to me while leading me back to our bedroom, “He wasn’t hungry, so I changed him and put him back to sleep.”

  I tilt my head to the side and look at him in awe. He’s the absolute best father and husband. He puts all of our needs before his own. I can’t stand it anymore, and when we get to the bed, I run my hand across his chest. “So we’re up. Now what should we do?”r />
  He grabs my hair, pulling my head back gently before kissing my neck. His hot breath caresses my skin and hearing him murmur, “I have a few ideas” sends trembles down my body.

  Shivering in his arms, I hold on to him tightly. “I’m game.”

  I can feel his lips turn up into a smile against my skin. “Oh, I know you are, Mrs. Prince.”

  I pull back to look into his eyes. “I love you, Mr. Prince.”

  “I love you too, baby.”

  THE END

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