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"I want you to fuck me so hard I see stars."

  I almost shot my load right there. I squeezed the base again to make the sensation subside. I grabbed her ass in both hands and pulled her back onto my cock until my balls were slapping against her. "Is this what you want?" I said through gritted teeth. Her recent orgasm had swollen her tissues and she was extremely tight, squeezing me like a sleeve. When she didn't answer, I asked again as I thrust in and out of her in sharp, strong jabs. "Is it?"

  "Yesss," she cried. I placed one hand on her butt and leaned forward, covering her lithe body with my big one. I took her chin in my hand and turned her face toward me so I could kiss her. I had to have my lips on hers, feel her sweet tongue battle mine. She returned my kiss with her own fervor. I pulled out completely and flipped her over.

  Pulling her to the edge of the desk, I raised both her legs and slung them over my shoulders. I thrust back in and her arms splayed wide as she tried to gain purchase against the slick surface of her desk. A box fell onto the floor and then a package. I braced one hand on the side of her head and she turned and bit my wrist. I felt her coming and she pressed her mouth against the side of my wrist to muffle her cries.

  "Goddamn, Sunshine," I growled at her. I wanted to shout and stuffed my own hand against my mouth to prevent myself from making too much noise. I felt myself coming and pulled out. Stroking myself, I sprayed the last of my come on her thighs, mound and belly. Her eyes were languid now, all mischief gone. She looked well fucked and completely replete. I rubbed my come into her skin. My woman, I thought as I pressed my seed into her pores. We are one.

  "Marking me again?" AnnMarie asked but she wasn't upset. I knew she liked it when I did this. My private way of showing her how much I loved her, how much I wanted to be part of her every second of the day. She was so far under my skin that I was sure my heart wouldn't beat without her.

  "I heard sperm was good for your complexion." AnnMarie's complexion was perfect, a creamy color with faint pink at the tips.

  "No one but you is looking at my thighs and stomach," she said wryly.

  "And no one better or else you'll have to visit me in prison after I've killed them," I half joked. "But are you saying you want me to come on your face next time?"

  She scrunched up her face but then she melted against me. "I love you."

  AnnMarie

  I left the office early. The knowing looks from Stephen, my assistant, and Noah, my business partner, drove me away after our meeting with two newly minted tech millionaires. We explained why Freedom Funds was the best hedge fund in the business. We were small but dynamic and had outperformed the S&P 500 every year since we opened our doors six years ago. We were closing in on a half billion dollars of investments, in part due to Bo's seed money matched by Noah's earnings from various franchises he had bought and sold while he had fought professionally as an MMA fighter.

  Noah's past status as a Marine and a fighter had impressed the techies but ultimately I hoped they went with us because we were so damn good at what we did.

  When I got home to our Lakeshore drive condo, I saw that Bo had picked up our sweet thing, Charlotte. When I had gotten pregnant in grad school, I was ecstatic and devastated at the same time. I wanted Bo's child so much but I was scared that all my plans were going to be disrupted. Bo spent a half hour coaxing me out of the bathroom after the stick I'd peed on was positive.

  "Are we ready for this, Bo? I'm in my first semester of grad school. We've just moved in together. I'm terrified."

  "Sunshine, are you kidding? We got this." He hugged me tight. "Goddamn I'm so excited. Let's call everyone."

  "No! We can't! Not until after the first trimester," I cried.

  "Why not?"

  "Because a lot of women lose their babies during their first pregnancy and I don't want to have to explain it if I do." I held a fist to my stomach and teared up again. I was scared of having the baby but now that I knew I had the tangible evidence of Bo and my life inside of me, I'd do anything to keep him or her.

  This cautionary statement threw Bo into action. He lifted me into his arms and carried me straight to bed. When I reached for him, he batted my hands away and tucked me inside the covers until I was like a burrito.

  "Bo, what are you doing?"

  "We can't have you losing the baby," Bo replied, smoothing down the covers. He disappeared into the bathroom and I struggled to unwind myself from the straight jacket he had made for me.

  "What are you doing? Stop moving." He had come back with a washrag but dropped it when he saw that I was about to sit up. Rushing to me, he pushed me back against the pillows and we engaged in a comical slapfight as I tried to sit up and he kept trying to force me down.

  "Bo, if activity is bad for me, do you think we can't have sex?"

  This froze him. The wild panicked look on his face would have been funny if the thought of not having sex with Bo wanted to make me cry too. Everything was making me cry today.

  "You have to see a doctor today." Bo sat up. "We need to know if you should stand up, work, have sex. Did I mention have sex?"

  I nodded. "I'm pretty sure I can stand and work, Bo. There are a lot of women who are pregnant and hold down jobs. I even saw a pregnant woman at the gym the other day."

  The look of horror on Bo's face made me giggle and then I thought about what having a baby meant and sobered up immediately. "Should I quit grad school? You just started a new construction business here and I just started classes. Maybe it makes sense to have one of us at home?"

  Bo slid down on the bed beside me. He rolled me over on my side and tucked me into him. His knees pushed up against mine and he wrapped a long arm around my waist, pulling me snug against him.

  "We're going to be just fine, Sunshine. You finish your degree up. We've got nine months to hit it hard then we'll get some help around here when the baby comes."

  "It's more like seven months."

  "It'll be great." Bo's hand smoothed over my belly. "Our baby is in here." His voice was hushed, awed.

  I placed my hand over his, twining our fingers. "I know."

  The next day I told my advisor. She steepled her fingers and peered at me with disappointment. "There are options, you know."

  My hackles rose. "I thought feminism was about having it all."

  "Your focus will change with a child. You won't be as hungry. You won't want it as bad." She leaned over the desk. "You can quit now if you'd like."

  "You don't know me." I stood up and shouldered my bag. "I don't quit. Ever."

  I thought my mother would be thrilled to be a grandmother but even she seemed to be unhappy. "You and Bo aren't even married, honey. Are you sure you're ready for this?"

  By the end of the day, I was overwhelmed and spent an hour in the bathroom crying. I'd turned on the faucets so that Bo wouldn't hear me if he walked in before I had my act together. When he walked in, my eyes were dry and I had a smile on my face.

  "I'm trying out a new spaghetti sauce recipe."

  "What's wrong?" Bo said, dropping his stuff by the hall closet.

  "Nothing's wrong," I chirped. "Why would you say that?"

  I'd put foundation on and made sure I looked perfect. No signs of distress. I didn't want Bo to think for a minute that I wasn't thrilled about having our baby. I was thrilled. I just wished every one else was.

  "Because you have make up on and a fake smile." Bo wrapped both arms behind me and nuzzled my hair. "You're bad at faking."

  "I didn't want to worry you," I mumbled.

  "How long have we been together, AnnMarie?" His mouth was tracing the veins in my neck and I tipped my head to the side to give him better access.

  "Almost four years," I said.

  "And in the four years we've been together have you ever once not wanted to know what was bothering me?"

  "No." I exhaled and rested the spoon on the side of the pan. Turning, I wound my arms around Bo's neck.

  His mouth came down and the tender love he had for me passed between
our lips, soothing the wounds of the day. His tongue traced my lips and stroked the interior recesses of my mouth. I let him make love to me with just his mouth. Without breaking our connection, he reached down with his hands and pulled me against him, wrapping my legs around his waist. This wasn't exactly a sexual act or a prelude to love making. This was Bo's way of telling me that no matter what happened outside, our world was filled with endless love.

  He carried me into the living room and sat down in the big leather chair that was big enough to fit two people. His mouth broke away from mine and kissed my neck, my shoulder. Large hands smoothed my front, caressing my breasts over the button down. He made no effort to take this any further.

  "I told my advisor and she suggested that it wasn't a good time for me to be pregnant." I placed my cheek against his chest and listened to the steady thumping of his heart. "Then I called my mom and she said that we weren't married. She's not married and still had me."

  "I thought we weren't telling anyone?" Bo said.

  "A few people. Not our friends though."

  I could feel Bo shake his head. "I'm telling my mom then."

  "Sure." At this point, I didn't care. Bo was silent for a long time.

  "Let's go to bed, AnnMarie," he said. "There's nothing in there but us."

  "Okay, Bo."

  Bo carried me into the bedroom and spent what seemed like hours loving every inch of my body. It was dark when I woke up. I had drifted off after he'd brought me to my third release. I grabbed my smartphone and clicked the on button to check the time. It was eleven thirty. Bo's side of the bed was empty. I ran a hand over the sheets and the space was cold, suggesting that he had been gone for a while.

  As I laid there I began to hear music drifting out of the living room. It was a slow, sultry music heavy on the saxaphone. Something that Bo ordinarily would not listen to. I wondered if we had company. I got up and pulled on one of Bo's old Central College t-shirts. Rummaging around, I found a pair of boxers with lipstick marks that I'd bought Bo as a joke. He preferred to go commando. I rolled the waistband several times and then stepped out of the bedroom. Lights flickered on the floor and at first I thought the place was on fire. Then I realized that there were hundreds of tea lights lining the small hallway from the bedroom leading into the living area. In between the tea lights was a carpet of red rose petals. I felt like I was walking on silk. The roses' fragrance was heady. As if I had dropped into another world, I moved gingerly down the hall. At the end of the hall, I saw more candles on every surface and more roses. Bo had covered our small table in a white cloth and he was sitting there in a tux that he'd bought to wear to Noah and Grace's wedding.

  When he saw me, he dropped to his knee and held out a blue-green box with a white bow.

  I covered my mouth with my hands and dropped to my knees in front of him.

  "No, no," Bo said, "you're supposed to stand up for this."

  He pushed me upward but I was so unsteady on my legs that I had to lean into him. Tears were forming and I couldn't hold them back.

  "Why are you crying, Sunshine?"

  "I'm so happy, I guess." I didn't really know why I was crying ,only that there was so much emotion inside me that I felt I would burst if I didn't let it out.

  Bo shook his head. "I think I loved you from the moment I saw you in class."

  "Biology?"

  "No, Advanced Economic Theory."

  "But we never talked in that class."

  "AnnMarie," Bo said with exaggerated patience.

  "What?"

  "This is my show. You need to stop asking me questions."

  I made a show of zipping my lips.

  Bo took a deep breath and tried again. "I think I loved you from the moment I saw you in Advanced Econ Theory." He emphasized the class name and rolled his eyes. "We've been together for nearly four years and I can't imagine life without you. My life would be so dry and boring without you. You're my other half. If you don't marry me, I'm not sure I can wake up tomorrow and believe that there is a future worth living."

  He unwrapped the box and pulled out a velvet box. Pulling the top open, he held up the box again. Nestled into the silk was a beautiful diamond antique setting with a huge round diamond in the center. It looked like something that a woman in the nineteeth century would wear, with delicate diamonds set all around the larger one and studded throughout the band.

  It was absolutely gorgeous and exactly what I would've have picked out for myself. A perfect blend of old and new. I felt myself tear up yet again.

  "What is with the waterworks?" Bo stood up and lifted me in his arms. He pulled out a chair at the elegantly set table and cuddled me close. He still held the box in his hand and I could feel the side of it pressing against my waist. I reached behind and pulled it out of his hand.

  "Put it on me please." I offered him the box from the cradle of my hands. Bo's smile was more bright than all the candles in the room put together. He plucked the ring out of the box and slid it on my finger. I was glad his hands were steady because I was trembling. When the ring reached the base of my finger I clenched my fist around it, unnecessarily because it fit perfectly.

  "Did you think that this was never going to happen? Is that why you're crying?" Bo took his big thumbs and swiped them across my cheeks. He leaned in and pressed soft kisses all over my wet face.

  "No, it's just unexpected and everything. I hope you're not asking because I'm pregnant." I worried my lower lip between my teeth.

  Bo shook his head. "Marry me, AnnMarie. There is no future without you. Without you, I can't face another day. You are my today and all my tomorrows."

  "Yes, God, yes, Bo." I let my lips be captured by his, our tongues tangling and stroking against each other.

  I felt him grow hard under me. He rearranged my legs so that they straddled either side of him, the arms of the chair spread me wide. He pressed me hard against him, the moisture between us from my arousal rather than my tears now. His lips firmed and his kisses became harder, his tongue moving in and out of my mouth in a rhythm in keeping with his steady rubbing of his hardness between my legs.

  "I love you Bo, love you so much." I whispered these words between open-mouthed, wet, sex charged kisses. I dug my fingers into his hair and leveraged myself up against him. It was not enough. It would never be enough. His hand reached down between us, under the borrowed boxers. At the feel of the soaked cotton, Bo let out a long, low groan into my mouth which made me tighten around the fingers he'd slipped inside me.

  "I can't wait until you are riding me, Sunshine," Bo grunted.

  "Right here," I panted. Riding his fingers, hard, I repeated, "Right here."

  I don't remember what was on the table, but it was pushed down to the floor, off to the other side. Bo pushed me back on the table and tore the underwear down. Hoisting his elbows on the table, he lifted my hips until my pussy was level with his mouth.

  "I can't fucking believe my baby is inside you. God, I was hard all day thinking about it."

  "Please," I begged. My hands clutched at the white linen table cloth and I wondered where we got it. We didn't own white linen. We didn't own tablecloths. But at the touch of Bo's mouth against my pussy, thoughts of table coverings dropped away. My entire focus was on his touch between my legs. He held me with one hand under my buttocks, his other hand was busy thrusting between my legs. I squeezed his head between my thighs and drummed my feet against his back which made him release a throaty laugh. He loved to make me crazy. He loved hearing me beg and there was no shame in asking for what I wanted with him.

  "I need you inside me right now," I cried. The torture he was working with his tongue and fingers was too much for me to take. He bit my clit and then sucked it hard while curling his fingers inside of me. His thumb pressed right below my clit while he worked the whole area with his mouth. Thrust, pluck, suck. It was all too much. I couldn't hold it in anymore and I came all over his mouth and tongue. He hummed as he lapped up my release. I could feel the vi
bration against my pussy.

  "That's a good way to start our celebration." Bo grinned at me when I raised up on my elbows, dazed from the force of my orgasm. He wiped his fingers on the table cloth and leaned up over to blow out the candles that rested precariously on the edge of the table.

  "Let's go to bed then. I ache for you," I told him.

  "Where do you ache?" Bo pressed a kiss on my neck. "Is it here?"

  "No, lower." But I tilted my neck to the side. He suckled lightly which raised goosebumps all over.

  His hand slid lower and drew a finger over my taut nipple. "Here? Is your heart empty?"

  "No, my heart is so full it might burst." I captured his hand and brought it up to my lips. "I'm empty in my pussy. I need your cock filling me up. I need your come inside me."

  "Oh fuck me." Bo bit his lip and gritted his teeth when I dragged his hand down between my legs to the tissues still swollen from my arousal and release. He stroke me lightly. "Not until you go to the doctor."

  I rubbed up against him but he took his hand away. "Let's go to the bedroom and cuddle."

  Rather than pout, I simply pushed up off the table and walked down the hall to our bedroom. No amount of arguing was going to move Bo from this position. He was always trying to make me happy but there were a few times when he put down his foot and I had to give in. The first time was when I was thinking of going to the University of Chicago for a two year MBA program in the College of Business. Bo insisted on paying for it. I told him Roger had offered but Bo was mulish. He was going to provide for me and that was that. The second time was when we got this apartment. I had no job and Bo was paying for my grad program. I wanted to get a job and rent a cheap apartment. Bo took one look at the "goddamn slum" as he called it and presented me with this place a day later. It was in a perfect location just north of the University and full of up and coming young professionals. Even though I managed Bo's trust he'd managed to buy the entire building without me knowing. When I learned that the building was a business venture with his best friend Noah, I just gave in. I sensed his not having sex with me until I went to a doctor was going to be one of those moments.