My memory is interrupted when a man bumps into us outside our home. He’s tall and thin with the weathered face of a person who spends too much time in the sun.
“Excuse me,” he apologizes, but there’s a quick spark in his gaze as if he recognizes me.
“No problem,” Beau responds as he places himself between us. “Just be more careful next time.”
“Welcome back, Mr. and Mrs. Scott,” Danny beams as he opens the door to the building.
Returning home and hearing Danny refer to me as ‘Mrs. Scott’ is a thrill I didn’t expect. I immediately forget about the weird encounter. Hearing my new title reminds me that Beau and I met each other at one of the lowest points of our lives. Each of us thought there was no way out, but we found it in our love.
Beau and I chat as we hold hands on the way to the penthouse. He unlocks the door and tosses our bags inside then turns to me with a huge grin.
“No, Sir,” I say with a head shake. I know what he’s up to.
Beau just nods and reaches for me anyway. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Relenting, I giggle when he picks me up to carry me over the threshold like a whole nerd. I love him so much. Beau kicks the door closed behind us and places me on the couch. Falling next to me, he pulls me close and kisses me once more.
He’s serious again when he pulls away.
“Do you like it here, or do you want to live somewhere else? We can move into the mansion and get something built?”
“I’m fine with the way things are, Beau.”
He rubs his thumb across my knee as he studies my face. “Are you sure? I want us to be happy. I can move if it’s one of your needs.”
I love how sweet he is to me. I climb in his lap until I’m straddling him, to hold his attention.
“We can stay with your parents like they suggested if it’ll make you comfortable enough to leave me during the day. Brett is great, but he has his own job.”
Beau smirks at me and rubs his hand over my belly. “I think it’s a great idea.” He presses his hand firm on my bump that has grown bigger over the week. “It’s crazy how we can love someone so much without meeting him.”
Tears prick my eyes because I understand the sentiment so well. “Have you considered any names, or do you want to go with the ‘junior’ route?”
“Hell naw, I’m turned off of juniors.”
I giggle because I agree whole-heartedly. “Thank God. We could call him ‘Huron’ though.”
“You’ve already named my dick Huron. Better question, can Axel be his godfather?”
Leaning in, I cup his cheeks with both hands and rub my thumbs along his beard. “Duh. Who else was in the running?”
Beau wrinkles his nose at my sass. “I was being considerate. You could have been considering Brett since he’s done so much lately.”
“He has, and he’ll be a good uncle, but you and Axel have been friends for a long time. He’d die if you took the title he’s worked hard to get away from him.”
Beau snorts his amusement. “Yeah, the big guy would be salty as hell. Can you imagine his face if we said otherwise.”
“I refuse to be the woman who came between you too.”
Beau’s laugh makes his chest shake under me. “He’d hire me to sue me, somehow.”
“Now that’s hilarious.” I kiss him because I don’t want to talk shop anymore. I want to make love to my husband in our home.
Moaning, Beau deepens the kiss. His fingers slide into my hair to gently tug it, then attack my exposed neck with kisses. I undulate my hips to rock against his hardening dick, shivering at the feel of him. I’m addicted to my husband, and I don’t want it any other way. I tug at his clothes then help him strip until I have his upper body naked. My fingers heat from the warmth of his skin.
“Damn, Celeste,” he whispers against my lips. “You make me insatiable. I’d be dying to be inside of you even if I’d just cum inside of you.”
“Then do it. Fuck me until I beg you to stop.”
