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Bailey removed her t-shirt, tossing it to the floor, then her bra and panties.
“Fuck me. You’re a real blonde alright,” he smiled. “I’ve never seen a woman more beautiful in my entire life.” He picked her up, gently laying her on the bed.
Angus was a patient man, taking his time exploring her body, tasting every curve and line. Secretly, he was memorizing her body, emblazoning it on his brain. But Bailey wasn’t shy either. She touched, stroked, and allowed her fingers to dance over his muscles.
When he knelt before her, spreading her legs, opening her wide, she knew this was it and she relaxed, smiling up at him.
“I will never hurt you, I will never leave you, I will forever be by your side,” he said softly.
“I promise the same, Angus. I love you.”
The thick head of his cock entered her wet, warm opening and he stilled, not for her but for him. He was worried he wouldn’t be able to control himself. Slowly, he pushed forward until he was buried inside Bailey McDonald.
Bailey let her hips gyrate up and down, her legs crawling up his back, giving him deeper access. Angus was a man of power and strength, and his cock was no different.
“Angus,” she moaned.
“Baby, I know,” he said kissing her neck, making his way to her lips.
“Angus!” she cried out again, writhing beneath him.
“Fuck, yeah,” he moaned driving deeper and deeper, harder and harder until their bodies shook together withabsolute euphoria. But Angus was a starving man and he wasn’t ready to stop. Not yet.
His cock, still semi-hard, demanded that he continue. Hours of love making, finally led to a hot bath for them both.
“Marry me,” he whispered, pulling her back against his chest, the bubbles surrounding them.
“Yes. Yes,” she repeated.
“Let’s get this mess settled with your brother and Hala and we’ll set a date,” he said, feeling relieved.
“Maybe by then we could have a double-wedding,” she grinned.
“I don’t give a damn if we marry in an arena with a thousand other couples or on a hill with just you, me, and the priest. I just want you to be Mrs. Angus Williams.” She rolled over on top of him, the water sloshing over the sides as she buried him inside of her one more time.
“I want babies, Angus. Lots of them.”
“Well, then. Let’s get to making them.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
“Cole? Cole?” came the whispered voice.
“Hala? Sorry, Layla. Are you alright?” he asked jumping up from his bed in the guest room. She was standing in the hallway at a respectful distance.
“I can’t sleep. I’m scared, Cole.”
“Come on, honey,” he said taking her hand and walking back into the master bedroom. She laid back down and he turned headed toward the door. Layla’s heart sank. He was leaving her. When he closed the door and turned back toward her, she let out a sigh of relief.
“I’ll stay on my side of the bed,” he smiled. She nodded, staring up at the ceiling. It felt like hours of lying there wide awake when he finally reached over, grabbing her hand.
“I’m here, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”
Layla turned and nodded, then did the unthinkable. She rolled into his side, curling into his arms. Cole kissed her forehead, pulling her tightly to his own body. She smelled like vanilla and magnolia. That damn bath shit that Avery made. He could feel his cock hardening and cursed himself.
Sitting up, she stripped off the nightgown and turned to him.
“Make love to me, Cole. Please.”
