Page 85 of Baby Maker

“You haven’t seen anything yet. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll be shaking the rest of the night.”

A slow smile crosses her full lips as she leans back on the desk, her hands hiking her skirt up to her waist. “What are you waiting for?”

I fumble off my belt, my pants falling around my ankles. I’ll give her better later, love every inch of her body, but right now, I need to reclaim what’s mine. With a grunt, I bury myself inside her, my hands gripping her thighs so tight they’ll leave marks.

But Calliope is right there, riding the moment with me, so tight and wet around me. Huffed groans fly from her lips with each thrust, her body quivering around my cock.

Folders and pens slide from the desk as I pound into her, feeling the friction building between us. She clamps down around me as her body releases, and everything goes silent as I collapse forward onto my forearms, pouring myself into her.

My heart pounds like a freight train, threatening to infarct from the heated passion.

What a way to die, right?

Screw that nonsense. I have a ton of living to do, all with this sexy Brit splayed out underneath me, her body still shaking from the force of her climax.

Her throaty chuckle snaps me from my reverie, my blue eyes focusing on her face. “Care to share?”

“Hell, no. I was just thinking I have the hottest husband-to-be in the world. So, no, Dr. Russo, I will not share.”

I nuzzle her nose, loving this possessive side of Calli. “Promise?”

“Oh, so many things, my love. Anything your heart desires.”

But I know the truth already. She’s my heart’s desire, and she’s finally back where she belongs.

* * *

“Don’t even say it,”I joke, tossing a beer in my cousin’s direction.

“The man who swore he’d never get married is about to walk down the aisle. What would I say? That hell has frozen over?” He cracks open the beer, knocking it against mine in a toast. “Salud.”

This is why I wanted to get married on a beach in the Caribbean. No family to drive me absolutely insane. But my mother would have cried buckets of tears if she missed the ceremony, and Calliope shocked the hell out of me by requesting a full-on affair. Turns out that she and Nigel married at the courthouse, and she wanted the whole fairytale scenario.

Who am I to say no to the woman I love? Even if I am now stuck with a full day of ribbing from well-intentioned family members.

She’s worth it. Best part? She knows now that she’s worth it.

After checking his watch, my cousin downs the last of his beer, ending with a resounding belch. All the class. “Shake a leg. It’s time to get out there. Are you nervous?”

“Not at all. Slightly annoyed with you, but otherwise, fine.” I wrap my arm around his shoulder, giving him a squeeze. He knows I love him. He’s damn lucky, too. Otherwise, I’d have buried his sarcastic ass decades earlier.

We stroll into the chapel area, the aroma of flowers heady from the garden. The truth is that I’m not nervous. Looking back, I knew Calli was meant for me from that first coffee date. Not that it was a date, but it was when I realized my heart wasn’t safe in any form from the tiny Brit.

Thankfully, she loves me back, and her love is fierce. When she finally allowed herself the space to grieve for what she’d lost, she came back stronger than ever. It’s almost amusing how possessive she’s become since our reconciliation, ensuring that everyone knows I’m taken.

Not that I’d stray. It’s never even a thought. That woman’s sex drive is off the charts, and I’m soaking in every delicious moment.

The music swells, and the door to the outside chapel opens. All my life, I never understood the stupid smile that grooms wore when they first saw their bride. But here I am, a goofy grin lighting up my face as Calliope walks toward me.

The woman is gorgeous, no doubt about it. But even today, she embraces her bohemian side, wearing a light and flowing gown that plays off her auburn hair and that brilliant smile meant just for me. On her finger is a tanzanite and diamond ring that I designed, the closest I could find to the amazing color of her eyes.

Her parents escort her down the aisle, and I count my blessings that they warmed to me immediately. Hell, I thought the idea of a new man might send them into a tizzy, but they were over the moon that their daughter had found someone to restore her glow.

And she does glow. But only Calli and I know why. At least for the present.

That’s a surprise for another day.

Calli reaches my side, handing off her bouquet to Bridget and clasping my hands, her entire face awash with love. “Hi, my love. Are you ready?”

“More than.”

Anything that life wants to throw at me, I’m ready, so long as I have her by my side.