He rocked his hips, thrusting inside me with gentle strokes. “I can’t make that promise. For you, I burn the world. Over you, I burn myself. If I can’t see you, I’d rather be blind. If I ever hurt you, I must hurt myself in equal measure.”
“Ty—”
He put a finger on my lips to hush me while his cock, fucking me into oblivion, silenced my thoughts. “You are the storm of my heart, the waves that crash against my soul. In your eyes, there’s no shore. The most beautiful place to get lost in.”
A lazy smile pulled my lips as my orgasm approached. “I love you, Tirone.”
“I love you, too, little faerie.” He upped his pace until I clenched and throbbed around him and his cum burst inside me. His head rested on my shoulder for a few seconds before he kissed me right under my ear and said, “Think about what I told you. I can’t wait to have our baby, Jo.”
I laughed under my breath and ignored what he said. He couldn’t be serious. Right?
CHAPTER 6
Jo
Like a little girl at a candy store, I ran from one table to another, getting all the autographs and swag I could take, fangirling embarrassingly. “This is one of the best days ever,” I squealed.
Furore laughed, throwing an arm over my shoulder as he sauntered by my side. Then he kissed the top of my head. “Happy, baby?”
“Ecstatic! How many books can I get?”
“Uh…don’t you have like a hundred unread ones at home?”
I gave him a dirty look. Since when did buying books have anything to do with reading them? It was the obsessive need to own them that mattered. But how could I get Prez to understand the concept? I really should have come here with Ty.
“Don’t give me that pout, even when you look so cute. How about ten? I’ll put up a new shelf for them myself.”
I threw myself into his arms then kissed the fuck out of him. “Thank you! You’re the best daddy ever.”
Nearby attendees and authors alike stared at us, shit-eating grins on their faces—and ogling my ol’man. He smiled at them and fucking winked. “That’s my good girl.”
He said it out loud for everyone to hear, and the woman started fanning themselves, gaping at us and giggling. My face must have been the color of a beetroot. “Laius,” I hissed in embarrassment, only for him to hear, my eyes wide.
“What? It’s nothing to be ashamed of, baby girl.” He spanked me.
I gasped. “You didn’t.”
Hollers and more giggles from strangers echoed. “You’re living the dream!”
“Get it girl!”
“She’s so fucking lucky!”
“Where can I find my own daddy?!”
“Sharing is caring!”
I dragged my husband’s arm, wanting to bury myself in his cut, and practically forced him to walk away. “Let’s go, Furore.”
He laughed. “Why, baby? Jealous?”
“Yes.”
“Davvero?”
“Of course. You’re not the only one who gets jealous. You’re my husband. I feel ferocious when women do so much as look at you. I mean…you’re gorgeous. A walking wet dream. And with what you’ve just done? Every woman out there wants to beyourgood girl, and they automatically hate me for being yours.”
He puts his hands on either side of my face. “Did I ever tell you you look so hot when you’re jealous?”
