“Jackson, you have to stop,” Kate moaned as I slid my lips up her neck to nibble on her ear. “My client needs this tomorrow.”Even with two babies, Kate was kicking ass at her degree in interior design. I was so fucking proud of her, and I supported her in any way I could. She’d also snagged an apprenticeship with a very prestigious firm due to a recommendation from one of her teachers. They’d offered her a full-time job when she graduated, but she decided to go freelance so she could control her hours and workload, giving her the option when she was home with our kids. She still had a year to go, and already, she was building up a strong clientele.Kate was standing at the kitchen counter, working on her laptop. I’d come up behind her, pressing my erect cock into her juicy ass while I splayed my hands over her still-flat belly.I’d called her parents as soon as she left the station and asked them to keep the kids a little longer tonight. I left out that it was so we could properly ce

We lie there in awkward silence for a few moments until I finally whisper, “Jay?”“Yeah.” His voice is a strangled rasp.“Will you hold me?”He makes a tortured sound. “Fuck, Layla, I don't think that's a good—"His words trail off whenever I scoot closer to him. I curl close to him and breathe deeply, allowing his comforting scent to wash over me. He's so big and warm, and I feel safe in his presence.“Motherfuck,” he grumbles under his breath before he finally opens his arms and allows me to settle in.I happily snuggle into him, and oh my god, I feel so at home here. Everything about Jay is big and makes me feel safe—like nothing could ever hurt me again.He strokes his hands through my hair, petting me like a kitten, as he asks gruffly, “Do you want to talk about it?”I let out a stuttering breath. “There's nothing to talk about. I've been afraid of storms for as long as I can remember.” I snuggle closer to him and press a hand against his chest.His breathing becomes heavier, and

“We're gonna play a game, princess.” His voice is low and gruff, and my heart flutters at his tone.“Okay,” I whisper.“Good girl,” he praises me, and I bite my lip as more moisture pools between my legs.His eyes darken when he sees it sliding down the inside of my thigh. He inhales a shaky breath before saying, “You’re going to sit here on Daddy's lap and bounce around.”I fall into my role easily. I bite my lip nervously as I look down at his big cock jutting from between his legs. “But, Daddy, your thing… will it get in the way?”Jay’s nostrils flare and sweat breaks out on his brow. “No, princess. It’s going to be inside you.”I furrow my brow. “Inside me?” I look down at his swollen length. “Are you sure it will fit?” I’m not entirely playacting. I have my doubts, but my body tells me it wants to try, even if Jay splits me in half.Jay nods his head. “Here. Let me show you.”He guides me astride him and lines himself up with my hole. The large crown pushes inside me, and I tense

AURORAMy eyes flick toward the door. Run! My mind screams. I don’t even know what lies on the other side of that door, but the red exit sign lets me know it at least goes to the outside. But then what?I’m in a city that is completely new to me. I don’t know my way around or have anyone to help me. Not that it really matters much. I didn’t really know anyone from the city I grew up in either. The people I did know would be quick to hand me back over to my stepmother, Mara, who would then hand me over to the man who paid a small fortune to have me.For a fraction of a second, I thought maybe I could do this. Arranged marriages aren’t so far-fetched. I think lots of cultures still believe in them. Though I’m not sure if this could be considered the same thing since Edward Blackwood actually bought me. It wasn’t as though our parents thought we’d be a good match or something. I mean, the man is at least twice my age. Hell, he’s almost three times my age.I met my soon-to-be husband at a

“You want to marry me?” I stare into his handsome face, not really understanding. “And if I do, you’ll give me your house?” I repeat just to make sure I have it right. I mean, I haven’t taken the pain meds today so I’m not hallucinating. All of this sounds too good to be true. It’s a win-win for me. It’s not much of a deal for him, though. I don’t understand what he’s going to get out of this.“If we’re married, what's mine is yours.” He gives me one of those half-smiles of his I’ve grown addicted to. It turns him from handsome to sexy. It should be illegal for him to be so good-looking.“I’m having a hard time following, I guess. Why? What do you get out of this deal?” I’m trying to find the catch here.I didn’t think Mikael looked at me that way. I know I’m supposed to be on bed rest, but there might have been a few times I let his shirt ride up a bit on my thighs to see if he would take a peek. I’d even brushed myself up against him whenever I could. But he always quickly retreats.