Page 22 of Surrender Your Heart
“You can,” I growled, dragging my hand up her back and wrapping it around her neck again. “You will.” Then I slowed it down just enough to lean into her ear. “Let me ask you something.” She whimpered, barely holding on. Another deep stroke. Another cry from her lips. “How you feel about babies?”
She froze under me—except her pussy, which gripped me even tighter like the question made her body scream yes before her mouth could. “W-what?”
“I said," I thrust slowly and hard, “how do you feel about babies?”
“Legend! Why the… hell are you… fuuuuck… asking me that nowwww?”
I laughed low against her neck, biting her skin gently while she writhed under me, breath hitching and body losing rhythm. “Because I need to know,” I said, snapping my hips again. She tried to fight it, but her mouth was hanging open again. Tears in her eyes. Bottom lip trembling. “You always wanted kids, huh?” I pushed.
She hesitated. Barely. Then whispered, “Yessss.”
“I know, sweetheart.” I dipped my head, sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, and thrust. “Let me feel you that shit go.”
Her whole body snapped. Back arched. Hands clawed at my skin. Mouth opened in a silent scream as the nut she’d been holding slammed through her like a wave, her pussy locking around me like it was tryna keep me. And I lost it right with her.
“Fuck… Honey! Goddamn… fuck, baby…”
I spilled into her, deep and hot, grinding slowly to make sure she took every drop. We trembled against each other, sweat-slicked, breathing heavy, bodies pressed so close there wasn’t a space left between us. I didn’t move. Just held her face in my hands while her eyes fluttered and her lips parted like she was trying to breathe through the aftershocks.
“You good?” I asked, voice low.
She blinked, still floating. “I… hate… you.”
I laughed, deep and satisfied. “Nah, you don’t.”
Her lips curved. “Okay, fine. I fucking love you. But not like… love-love. More like… love to hate how you make me feel.”
I pulled her closer and kissed her forehead, whispering, “I could work with that.”
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D i dt h i sm a nask me about having babies?The question kept circling in my head, even as warm water lapped over my thighs and a soft jazz playlist played from hidden speakers overhead.
I stared at the flicker of candlelight on the edge of the tub, body limp, mind racing. One second, he had me damn near crying from holding back my orgasm, and the next, he was deep inside of me, asking if I wanted babies. Babies, like… plural. I exhaled and tilted my head back, eyes closed.
And then I felt it. Strong arms sliding under me. The subtle shift of water as his body sank behind mine. And that familiar scent—spice, sandalwood, sin—wrapped around me like silk. I opened my eyes. He was behind me now, arms pulling me gentlyagainst his chest, fingers sliding through suds to wash my arms, my stomach, my thighs… slow, deliberate. Thoughtful.
“You were in your head again,” he murmured against my ear.
I swallowed. “Just… processing. You dumped a lot on me.”
“I know.” He grabbed a soft cloth, ran it gently between my legs, and hummed low when I shivered.
“What are we really doing?” I twisted a little, just enough to face him. “We live in two different places. You have businesses, I haveHoney Luxe Beautyand… shit’s complicated.”
He dipped his head and kissed my shoulder, then whispered, “Not that complicated.”
I frowned, brows knitting. “Legend…”
“I’m launching the escort agency in your city.”
I blinked. “Wait… what?”
He nodded, eyes on mine. “Already been in motion. Got the paperwork. Licenses. Just need to go house shopping.” I was speechless. “You think I was gon’ lay all this dick and dreams on you and not be where I can watch what’s mine?” he said, voice calm but firm. “I don’t care where you from, baby. I’m making home wherever you are. I’m ready for this.”
My heart hit the brakes, then the gas. “You’re serious?”
“I’ve never been more.”
