“I don’t think you know what that word means,” Dino chuckled, shaking his head.
“Maybe, maybe not.”
“By the way, I got those documents you asked for,” Dino said, opening his briefcase.
I forced a casual tone, leaning against the table. “Good work,” I said, keeping my eyes on him but my mind racing. Every instinct told me to grab them, hide them, and make sure no one—not even Dino—got too curious. But his nosy ass had probably read them front to back.
“This is the girl living in your house, right?” he asked as he passed me the documents.
How the fuck did Dino even know about that? Fuck. You couldn’t hide anything from him; he would figure it out. Every move someone made, every secret they tried to keep, he wouldfigure it out. It was like he had a sixth sense for what to investigate.
I didn’t say anything and just ripped the papers out of his hand, clutching them tightly.
Dino tilted his head, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. “Alright, then. I’ll leave you to your business,” he said, voice light and airy.
I didn’t respond as he waltzed out of the room, instead focusing on Tessa’s medical documents in front of me. Shots she had gotten, allergies to peanuts, a concussion when she was fifteen. No mentions of birth control.
My cock twitched in my pants. Tonight would be the night my restraint broke.
It was late when I got home—not late enough for Tessa to be asleep, but late enough that I imagined her in her pajamas, curled up on her bed, the soft glow of the TV or a book’s page illuminating her face. Sure enough, as I walked up the stairs to the second floor I could hear the muffled sounds of the television coming from her room.
I paused at the top of the stairs, listening to the faint murmur of the TV and the soft rustle of her movements. My pulse quickened, a heat spreading through me I couldn’t ignore. Every step closer made it harder to think, harder to keep control, as the thought of her—so soft, so fertile—made my desire pulse stronger.
Fuck. I had no idea how she’d managed to do this to me. Before her, the idea of kids and a family had never crossed my mind. Now? Knocking her up was on my mind 24/7.
I pushed the door open just enough to slip inside, the soft glow of the TV painting her face in warm light. She looked up, and our eyes met—her gaze flickering from curiosity to something sharper, something aware. My cock hardened at thesight, that tiny shift in her expression making the heat between us impossible to ignore.
“Hey,” she murmured, her voice soft, hesitant, but somehow laced with awareness.
I didn’t respond. I let the silence hang for just a heartbeat before moving, sliding onto the bed on top of her. The world seemed to shrink, the hum of the TV fading as I hovered over her, heat pooling low in my abdomen.
Then I closed the distance, crashing my lips against hers. The kiss was urgent, claiming, and I felt the sharp spark of desire between us ignite instantly. Her body stiffened for a fraction of a second—surprise, maybe—but then she melted against me, and the sound of her breath caught in her throat only made the need I had for her worse.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I muttered between kisses, my lips pressing harder against hers, tasting and claiming. Her soft gasp against me sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn’t stop the low growl that escaped my throat.
I slid a hand under her shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin against my palm, the softness of her flesh under my fingertips. She let out the sweetest whimper, the sound sending a jolt straight to my cock. I ripped her shirt over her head, tossing it carelessly aside, and then slipped my fingers underneath her bra, feeling the soft skin of her breasts.
She gasped again as I traced tiny circles over her nipple, teasing and tantalizing, shaking with unspoken desire. I couldn’t wait any longer. Not when she was so close, so ready. With one swift move, I pushed up her skirt and slipped a hand between her warm thighs.
“You’re mine,” I murmured against her lips, my voice low and rough, letting the words brush over her like a promise. "Every inch of you.”
Tessa’s legs fell open immediately, welcoming me in. She was wet and ready for me, needy in a way that sent a thrill down my spine. Every stroke of my fingers against her clit sent a flash of pleasure through both of us, hot and intense.
God, I couldn’t wait to be inside her, get her pregnant with my child. I let out a low groan against her neck as I felt her tighten around my fingers, muscles fluttering with every touch. Goddamn it—I found myself on the edge of coming just from this, from her body responding to me like this.
I pulled back, lips nipping at her neck, and slipped off her underwear. She shivered with anticipation, fingers digging into my shoulders, urging me on. My cock ached, heavy and ready against my pants.
I peeled my shirt off slowly, deliberately, letting the fabric slide over my shoulders and fall to the floor. My hands moved to the waistband of my pants, unbuttoning and sliding them down just enough to reveal the curve of my hips, all while keeping my gaze locked on her. The quiet rustle of clothes and the heat of her eyes on me made every movement feel electric, every second stretching the tension between us until it was almost unbearable.
She whimpered as I pushed her legs open wide, spreading them for me. The head of my cock brushed against her entrance, and I groaned, feeling the slick heat of her against my skin. She was hot and ready for me, every nerve ending alive with need.
I pushed inside her, feeling her walls clench around me, tight and wet. For a moment, I stayed still, my cock sheathed in the ecstasy of her heat.
“I’m going to get you pregnant,” I murmured against her lips, my voice low, rough, and claiming. “That way, everyone will know you’re mine.”
“You… what?” she whispered, voice shaky.
I didn’t answer with words—just leaned closer, letting my lips brush her ear as I murmured again, low and deliberate, “Exactly what I said.”
