Page 80 of His Long-Lost Baby

“Oh, James,” I breathe. “It’s beautiful.”

“I wanted to give you something special on our wedding day,” he says, taking the necklace out of the box and fastening it around my neck. “Something aside from the ring. So you can always remember this moment, and how much I love you.”

I turn around to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. Every fiber of my being is filled with love for this man, my husband, my soulmate. I never want this moment to end.

We break the kiss, and I look into his eyes, feeling a surge of desire that’s been simmering all day. I want him. I need him.

Without a word, I pull him back inside, past the empty dance floor to a storage room. I lock the door behind us and turn to face him, desire filling me.

“I can’t wait.” I smooth my palms over his chest. “I want you now.”

He steps closer, his eyes dark with passion. He cups my face in his hands and kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. I moan into the kiss, my hands sliding down his chest and over the fabric of his suit jacket.

He breaks the kiss, and I look up at him, panting.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice husky with desire. “Right here?”

I don’t answer with words. Instead, I take his hand and place it on my chest, over my heart. He feels the rapid beating of it and I know he understands. I need him just as much as he needs me.

We kiss hungrily, bodies pressed together with an urgency that borders on desperation. James lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, wanting to be as close to him as possible. He carries me to a nearby table, laying me down gently and trailing kisses down my neck.

I moan softly as he unzips my wedding dress, his hands and lips teasing my skin.

“We’re married now,” he whispers. “You’re mine.”

I reach down to undo his belt, unzipping his pants and sliding my hands inside the opening. He feels so good in my hands. I inch my way down, feeling his shaft throbbing in my palm. I wrap my fingers around him, stroking him until he’s fully erect.

My head swims as I unbutton my dress, exposing my breasts to his hungry eyes. James slips his boxers off, and my heart skips a beat as I take in his rock-hard cock. He takes my hand and returns it to his shaft, guiding me as I stroke him. He groans, his hips bucking against me.

Suddenly, he picks me up, my heels flying off the floor.

I squeal with delight as he turns me around and presses my back against the wall. Still holding me up, he kisses me fiercely, and I arch my back, silently begging him to take me completely,

He chuckles against my lips. “Thirsty, aren’t you?” he murmurs.

He teases me with the tip of his cock, sliding it back and forth over my entrance.

I moan softly with need. If he keeps going like this, I’ll lose my mind.

Luckily, I don’t have to wait long. Gently, James lowers me onto his shaft, filling me.

I gasp at the intense pleasure that courses through me, my fingers digging into his back. His breath is hot, teeth raking down my neck.

I wrap my arms tightly around his shoulders, his cock so deep inside of me it’s almost unbearably intense. I rock my hips against him, reveling in the friction.

He pulls out and thrusts back in, and I gasp with pleasure.

“God, Billie,” he moans, his breath hot in my ear. “You feel so good. So tight.”

I buck my hips against him, matching his rhythm. Our bodies move together like a well-oiled machine, completely in sync. His thrusts are deep and strong, and I can’t hold back any longer.

I moan his name as I come, my body shuddering in his grip. His cock throbs deep inside of me, the waves of my orgasm subsiding with each pulse.

We kiss until our lips are raw, our bodies clinging to each other. There is no air between us, just skin.

Love.

The emotion is so powerful it takes my breath away.

“What’s wrong?” Noting my silence, James lowers me to the ground.

I shake my head. “It’s just… the best day of my life has always been when I brought Quinn home. But now I think I have two best days of my life.” I look up at him. “I told you you’re my family, and it’s true. I love you, James.”

He kisses me sweetly. “I love you, too, Billie.”

He pulls me in close, and I feel safe. Secure. Loved. It’s just as simple as that — I’m home.

We both are.

The End