LOGIN16 Years Later Valentina Sinclair ~~~~ “I thought my parents loved me.” Willow and I lay shoulder-to-shoulder, simmering in our shared annoyance. “Same.” She responds, tilting her head to stare at me, “Do you think if I beg Aunt Ava enough she’d stop this from happening?” I scrunch my nose, thinking of what mum would say if Willow talked to her. “Willow, angel, this is such an amazing family tradition.” I mock my mum’s enthusiastic voice. Willow giggles, “And then uncle Leonel will join in, cause he’s always on aunt Ava’s side.” I lower my voice to try to get Dad’s deep tone. “Your mother wants the best for you, mi mundo, and so do I.” Willow covers her face with her red-gel fingers, her shoulders shaking from laughter. “Uncle Leonel will murder you if he finds out you were mocking him and your mum.” She breathes between chuckles. “Oh please. My parents would die before they ever punish me. They’re such softies.” It helps that I’m actually good. The straig
Ava ~~~ Surprise, surprise, Leonel makes love to me in the car before we head to the office. I’m still coming down from the high of being eaten out when he swerves into the car park, looking at me with creased brows. “Are you okay?” He murmurs, resting one hand on my belly and the other on my cheek. These days, he’s been a little overbearing. But honestly? After Jaxon, I’ll take my overprotective husband any day. “I’m fine.” I assure him. We’re greeted at the door by my favourite receptionist, Fiona, and when she spots my small belly, I can see her mind reeling to ask if I’m pregnant or just overfed. “We’re expecting Fiona. You can ask.” Leonel’s husky voice says low enough to almost make me whimper. Fiona lights up, and I can’t help blushing as she squeals, “Oh, that’s wonderful Sinclairs! No wonder you haven’t been to the office in some time Mrs Sinclair. I’m overjoyed for you!” “Thank you, Fiona,” I say shyly, and Leonel squeezes my hand. Right then, the eleva
Ava ~~~ Leonel and I manage to pull ourselves out of bed, and after another fuck in the shower leaves my legs jellied, I actually consider hauling my pregnant ass back into bed. Sike. Now, my post-sex glow stares back at me from the mirror. I twist to admire my little belly in my pantsuit, loving the weight of my baby. I'm not the only one. Leonel wraps his big arms around me, soothing my stomach and whispering, “You get more beautiful every time I see you.” I scoff, “You mean I get bigger?” “Ava.” he warns, “don't do that. It's healthy weight, and you look good.” he nips my ear, “delicious even.” I stifle my moan. The last thing I want is for my sexy husband to seduce me into not going to the office. I intertwine our fingers and change the subject, “I have a feeling the baby’s a girl.” Leonel’s eyes glow, “a mini you? I'm so fucked.” I blush all the way to the dining room. Leonel insists on carrying me down the stairs, like he has every day since I showed him my
3 YEARS LATER Leonel ~~~ “You’re going to be the death of me.” I grunt, sliding out of Ava just so I can push into her again. She moans, and the sound awakens every nerve in my body. “Leonel.” She whispers, still so sleepy. My favorite part of the day these days has been waking her up with my cock. But I’m careful, I have to be. I kiss her, moving my lips as gently as I’m driving into her. She whimpers that sweet noise that always almost makes me cum. “Oh fuck.” She says softly, then whines, “You can go harder.” “I don’t want to hurt you.” I grunt, even as it takes all my energy not to go rough. One bare breast peaks from beneath the covers, and I resist sucking that hardened pink nipple. She isn’t satisfied. I can tell from how she keeps arching up, telling me with her body that she needs more. I trail down her neck, hoping butterfly kisses make up for my softness. “Harder.” She pants. I kiss her nose, “No.” Frowning, she wraps her legs around my thrusti
Ava ~~~ The boat rocks beneath us, and a band plays their violins for Oliver and Evie take their proposal pictures. I feel good. Like, I got high for the first time good. Every time I glance to Leonel, my insides turn to jelly, and all I can imagine is him railing me again. Or… making love to me, if you feel like being poetic. “Are you okay?” He whispers, “are you… sore?” “Baby, if you ask me that fucking question one more time I might just break up with you.” He laughs, but it’s short and strained, “I just want you to be okay. I’ve never slept with a virgin before and I know the first time can be hard.” “First two times you mean.” I insist, reminding him we did it from the back right before we came here. The tips of his ears actually turn pink, “Ava, I’m serious.” I know, and that’s what’s so infuriating. How can anyone be serious at a time like this? We’re in Paris. All our threats are dead or backed off. Our friend’s are about to get engaged. Most impo
Leonel ~~~ God, I love this woman. Ava looks like an angel, curled into my chest as she snores softly. I rub my hand over her cheek, then through her hair. I don’t think I’ve told her how much I love this short look on her. Gently, I fix her bra, remembering how hungry I’d been when I yanked it down, then I peel myself away from her so I can run a shower. “No.” She protests, reaching for me, still half-asleep. I kiss her nose, chuckling, “I want to wash off.” “No,” she says again, then cracks open one beautiful green eye, “stay with me.” Well, there’s no arguing with that. I take my pants and boxers off entirely, throwing them to the ground where my t-shirt is, before snuggling under the covers with her. She sighs happily, wrapping her legs around my waist. She’s so magnificent. Everything about her makes me fall even more in love. It’s no wonder I came so fast. I can still hear her desperate moans, her passionate panting. The way she said my name, and don’t even ge
Ava ~~~ His hands are back on my ass, pulling me more flush against him, and I moan into the kiss, opening my mouth for him so our tongues can dance to the tune of our bodies. He’s going to kill a man for me, I think as Leonel pulls away from me and grazes hot kisses down my neck, careful not to
Ava ~~~ Leonel has a sister. She ushers us into an empty room with a bare mattress and several medical items arranged on shelves lining the walls. Even with all that, she manages to fill the room with the heavenly scent of jasmine and lavender, not hospital antiseptic. She, as in Arabella, Leon
Ava ~~~ I wake up to find Leonel’s strong arms wrapped around me. For a moment, I don’t know where we are, and I’m confused as to how I found myself in his bed. But then the slight smell of medicine and spirit itches in my nose, and I remember, with a hint of guilt: Oliver was shot, and now we
Ava~~~I’ve had more nightmares about that voice than I can count. Restless nights where he calls my middle name over and over. In the early days, right after I ran away, I’d dry heave over the side of my bed when I thought about him, when he called my name wrapped his clammy hand around my mouth







