“Don’t stop,” she gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair, holding me against her breast.
I have no intention of stopping. I increase the pressure of my fingers, circling her clit faster as I continue to suck and tease her nipple. Her thighs begin to tremble, her movements becoming more erratic as she gets closer to the edge. My cock is rock-hard again and I grab it and move it to her entrance.
“Yes, god yes,” she says.
I begin fucking her now, my fingers still on her clit. She comes quickly as I continue to thrust into her, my fingers pressing against her clit in tight circles. Her back arches sharply, her inner walls clenching around me with surprising strength asshe cries out my name. The intensity of her orgasm catches me off guard—her entire body trembling, her face transformed with pleasure.
"Grant, oh my god," she gasps, her eyes flying open to meet mine.
The sight of her coming undone above me, combined with the rhythmic pulsing around my cock, pushes me over the edge again. I didn't expect this—it's been years since I've come twice in one night—but my body responds to her with a mind of its own. The pleasure crashes through me unexpectedly, making me groan as I thrust up into her one final time.
"Fuck," I breathe, holding her hips tightly against mine as I empty myself inside her. "Emma..."
She collapses onto me, both of us breathing hard. I wrap my arms around her, feeling the slight dampness of sweat on her back as her heartbeat gradually slows against mine.
"That was..." she murmurs against my neck.
"Unexpected," I finish, a soft laugh escaping me. "I haven't recovered that quickly since my twenties."
She lifts her head, smiling down at me with a mix of satisfaction and surprise. "Really?"
"Really."
I brush some hair from her forehead as she looks particularly pleased with herself.
We lie together in the darkness, her breathing gradually evening out as exhaustion claims her. But I stay awake, thinking about Victoria's calculated cruelty. About Samantha's disgust. About David's eventual rage. About the battles ahead of us.
Emma shifts in her sleep, her hand moving to cover mine where it rests on her stomach. The gesture is protective. She's already preparing to fight for these babies. For us. And I'm going to fight right alongside her. Victoria wants to destroy this? Samantha wants to shame us? David wants to tear us apart? Letthem try. Because I've spent twenty years building an empire the hard way, brick by brick, deal by deal. If I have to build a life with Emma the same way—one small victory at a time, fighting for every inch—then that's what I'll do.
Emma murmurs something in her sleep, pressing closer to me. I hold her tighter, a fierce protectiveness surging through me that has nothing to do with fixing and everything to do with simply being here.
Tomorrow, the battles will continue. But tonight, in this small apartment with the woman I love safe in my arms and two tiny lives growing between us, I let myself believe something I haven't believed in a very long time.
That we're going to be okay.
All of us. Together.
Chapter 14
Emma
"That one looks like a spaceship."
Grant glances up from the tablet, his expression mock-offended. "It's modern. Minimalist. Plus the reviews are excellent."
"It's a spaceship." I’m lying on the couch next to him and raise my head, squinting at the curved white crib on the screen. "Our babies are not going to sleep in something that looks like it belongs on the International Space Station."
"As opposed to your choice?" He scrolls back to the option I favorited earlier. "Which appears to be made entirely of wicker and good intentions."
I laugh, the sound surprising me with its ease. "It's sustainable. Handcrafted by artisans in?—"
"Vermont, I know. You've mentioned it three times." His hand finds my stomach, thumb tracing circles over the soft cotton of my shirt. "We need cribs that will actually hold up, not fall apart because they're held together with organic twine and hopes."
"You're being dramatic."
"I'm being practical." But he's smiling, and the warmth in his eyes makes my insides melt. "How about this—we get one of each. See which one the babies prefer."
"That's ridiculous. We can't just buy extras in everything because we can't decide."
