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But I don’t let her get far. I pull her back, wrapping my arms around her. She returns the embrace, though much gentler this time.

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” I say, kissing her forehead. “I want you to do what you love and be happy in our life together.”

“This must have cost a fortune,” she says, looking around.

“Vivian, I’m a fucking billionaire,” I remind her. “I make money just breathing, and you are my reason for breathing. I would go bankrupt to show you how much I love you.”

Tears fill Vivian’s eyes and spill down her cheeks as she leans her head against my chest, sobbing.

“Babe, what is it? What did I do? I’ll fix it,” I say, panicking.

Vivian sniffles and pulls back, and I wipe her cheeks as she speaks. “Declan, you’ve done nothing wrong. I’m just so glad I get to have your love—that we get to love each other again. You’re so perfect.”

I huff a laugh. “I’ll never be perfect, but I promise I’ll always love you.” I lean down, placing a soft kiss on her lips. “Can I show you our home now?”

A smile spreads across her face, and she nods. I grab her hand, kiss it, and lead her through the house, giving her a tour. I’ve left the finishes undone so she can pick them out herself.

When we reach what will be the master bedroom, I pull Vivian over to a large bay window with a window seat. We stand together, looking out over the backyard, my arms wrapped around her from behind.

“Hey, Declan,” she says softly.

“Yes, baby?”

“Can we christen our bedroom?” she asks innocently.

I feel myself harden at her question, and by the way she shifts against me, she feels it too. “I guess that’s a yes.”

Vivian turns in my arms, wrapping hers around my neck, and pulls me down for a kiss. She’s wearing a dress, and I silently thank her for today’s outfit choice and the ease it provides me to get my hands on her bare skin. I grab her waist and lift her onto the window seat.

“Declan, you’re going to hurt yourself,” she scolds, placing her hands on my chest to push me back.

I grab her hands and pin them to her sides, pushing my face into hers. “If I don’t get inside you, I’m gonna be in way more pain than when I was shot,” I growl. I seal my mouth over hers, sliding my hands down to the hem of her dress and pushing it up to her waist.

My thumb brushes over the fabric of her panties, and I smile against her lips when I find them wet. “Seems like you were eager to christen this room,” I tease before kissing her again.

I slide my thumb back-and-forth over her wet panties, and drink down the muffled whimpers that come out of her mouth into mine. I slip my thumb under the fabric and gently sweep it over Vivian’s swollen clit. At the touch Vivian locks her legs around my waist and scoots her body closer to my hand. Sheflexes her hips up and down, and I can tell she is trying to feel more. She doesn’t want the slow, leisurely pace I am using now.

“Let’s not rush,” I say against her lips.

“Declan please,” she begs. “I need you. Please.”

I drag my mouth from hers and kiss my way across to her neck, “Vivian I want to savor you,” I tell her.

Vivian groans in frustration and moves to my pants, undoing them and sliding her hands inside. She wraps one hand around my hard cock and cups my sack with her other hands. “No Declan,” she says firmly, giving my cock a stroke, “I need you to fuck me.”

I freeze and groan as rising pleasure races through me at Vivian’s hands on my painfully hard shaft. I realize I have no choice but to comply with her demands. I mean, what could a man do? Vivian quite literally had me by the balls.

Vivian strokes my cock and I almost come right there in her hands. I push her hands off so I don't come too fast, move my pants out of the way, and rip her panties off. Vivian pulls my face to hers and fuses our mouths together as I sheath myself inside her tight heat.

“Oh God Declan,” Vivian whimpers against my mouth. “So good.”

“Always so good with you Vivian,” I tell her as I grab her hips, tilting them back and slamming into her. I know what my girl needs, and this angle hits just what she likes. I move in and out of her, my pace ratcheting up with each stroke. Sweat beads on my forehead as I hold myself back, feeling her wetness flood around me.

I feel Vivian quiver around my hard cock as I move inside her. Her mouth leaves mine as she drops her head back and moans as her orgasm hits her.

Watching Vivian come is my 8th wonder of the world. It’s beautiful, and hypnotizing and just so fucking hot that I cannever last once I watch her pleasure rock through her. And this time is no different as I feel the tingling down my spine and hasten my pace until my own orgasm barrels through me and I call out as I fill her with my seed.

Afterward, we stay in each other’s arms until our breathing steadies and our heartbeats return to normal.

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