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James wanted to be in me right here, right now, but I still wasn’t done. The stars made a blanket of magic above us, complementing the full moon, as I walked toward our destination. Hanging lights from the trees were dimly lit over a wooden table with chairs set up on a blanket.
A candle was set up in a glass holding container in the center of the table, to be lit when we were ready for dinner. Standing there at the table was a waiter I’d hired for us tonight. He bowed when he saw us, giving us a big smile.
There was a grill nearby that he would be able to cook on for us. We had an entire menu to select from, but that would be after James and I had our fun. James locked eyes with the waiter and gave a kind grin.
The waiter said, “Hello there. What a lovely couple! I will be serving you tonight.”
James said, “Thank you, sir. Could you please give us some time? About ten minutes. We need to discuss things here, family matters that are best kept between us.” Clever man. The waiter nodded and wandered off, for now, leaving the two of us alone.
James swept me up into his arms, causing me to laugh joyously. Soon, he placed me on the chair and removed my panties with a bit of force, causing me to feel relieved he didn’t tear through the clothing. That would have been embarrassing!
I shared his enthusiasm, though, and kept my eyes locked on him. “F*ck me, James. I need you in me right now,” I said, my tone as sultry and dripping with lust as he was. He let out a groan, removing his own pants as his hard c*ck sprang out.
From there, he maneuvered between my legs, penetrating me with no pause, sliding in lubricated from how wet I was. I let out a cry of ecstasy right then, moving my hips and encouraging him to go deeper. While he increased the intensity of his hips, he once again captured my lips.
Our kiss lasted for quite a while. He continued to intensify his thrusts, slamming into me with so much speed, it was dizzying. The pleasure and pain shot through me, causing me to continuously moan and cry into the kiss.
Eventually, James let go of my mouth. He reached up and entwined his fingers into my hair, pulling my head back so that my neck was exposed. He then began to leave gentle kisses on my neck, gasping and causing pleasure to shoot through me even more.
“More… James, MORE!” I practically screamed, needing him to go harder and faster. James listened to me, panting, moving his c*ck in and out of me with so much intensity that tears began to spring to my eyes.
“You like that, baby? Good girl, taking all of me. F*ck, you’re squeezing me so beautifully, Becca. F*ck, yes,” James shouted, letting out another groan and resisting his own release, no doubt. More lust shot through me at his responses.
I let out yet another moan, then a loud cry, the build-up cascading out of control. I was going to give into my lust soon; that much was clear. “Yes, keep going. YES! F*CK, YES!” I shouted, my voice edged and dripping with need. .
James was hitting all the right spots as I massaged his c*ck, my hips moving in time to his thrusts. Soon, I reached my end, letting what was close to a scream come pouring out of me. More tears poured down my cheeks as I orgasmed, my body shuddering.
James gave into the lust at the same time as me, filling me with his warm seed in the most wonderful of ways. His body shuddered with his own crescendo, and he let out a few gasps to try and calm himself down. Then, he locked his lips with me, holding the kiss for a fairly long time.
Eventually, James got off of me, pulling up his pants and redoing his buckles. I got dressed as well, the afterglow radiating off of me as I relaxed in my chair and gave a yawn. What a day! I wore a warm smile as I winked at James. “Thank you, love.”
“Mmm, thank you too,” James replied, sending me a kiss from across the table. A few minutes later, the waiter arrived, lighting the candles. He gave us both a knowing look, a small smirk on his face as he asked us what we wanted to eat.
I blushed a bit, pointing to one of the tantalizing items on the menu. He nodded, then got James’s order. Then, he was off again, but not before pouring James a glass of wine and leaving a cheese spread there for us to munch on. I got some water; no alcohol for me!
“That was amazing,” I breathed, closing my eyes for a moment. I couldn’t help but give a light laugh then, though, as my blush deepened even further. “I think our waiter knows what happened, though. We were pretty loud, weren’t we?”
“We were,” James said, laughing right along with me. “I couldn’t help it. You were too good, Becca. I am so excited for this new baby. I get to be a father again to another beautiful child, with you,” he said, reaching over and taking a sip of his wine.
I beamed at him, basking in the feeling of his reaction and the sex that followed. I loved him with all of my heart, and he was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. “We’ve had our ups and downs,” I said. “And I’m sorry for how I’d been before, over the last–”
“No need to apologize, Becca,” James said softly, his eyes twinkling. “I understand. You were concerned about your safety, the safety of the kids, and kept being overwhelmed with the chaos. Any reasonable person would be.”
“Thank you, James,” I said, relieved. “But that’s all over. You said you could take care of things, and you do, when they come up. Life isn’t simple or easy. Ours is no exception, even with the money we have. I’m glad to be here with you.”
James smiled at me, taking a bite of some cheese and relaxing back into his chair. “That is very right. I will continue to make sure our family is safe. My focus is on our family. I am so happy we can be together, like this, Becca.”
Our food was soon brought to us, the smell of it making my mouth water. “Thank you,” I said to the waiter. I was relieved he refrained from a comment of, ‘not going for seconds?’ after hearing James and I f*ck each other the first time.
“You’re very welcome, miss,” he said. Perhaps he was too polite. Either way, the evening was pleasant. I told James I had arrangements for regular checkups for the baby, which he should attend with me. He agreed right away, causing my smile to widen. He mentioned possibly finding a better doctor than the one at the clinic, too.
The rest of the night was celebrating each other, our growing family, and the realization that we were beyond happy with one another. I couldn’t be more content.
James.
“I am beyond thrilled at this news, Giovani,” I said softly, giving him a happy smile. At the moment, we were meeting at a private bar, exchanging words while dining on some American-style food like burgers and fries.
“This baby should be born to married parents, though,” I muttered in thought. I furrowed my brow, picking up a fry and putting it into my mouth, savoring the salty goodness. Becca was growing exponentially more happy and loving. I hoped I was turning less cold, as well.
Giovani took a bite of his burger, dabbing his lips with his napkin and giving me a soft smile. “You are quite the family man, James,” he said in that soft voice he always used. To his enemies, there would be a hint of danger there. To me, there was just adoration.
My cousin continued with, “There is only one thing to do. Plan that proposal. Something special for the woman your heart drips for. Something romantic. I could help you with that. I have a few suggestions myself.”
I stared at Giovani in surprise. This soft-spoken, cold-blooded killer had a warm side to him? After blinking and taking another bite of my food, I asked, “Really? I will gladly accept the help, but I will admit I had no idea you could be soft. In a good way, of course.”
Giovani chuckled, his cheeks flushing just slightly. A faraway look twinkled in his eye, and he said, “Mhm. Soft in a good way. You are correct. Perhaps I have a lady I fancy and think about it from time to time. Helps to research, as well.” He winked at me.
I laughed, and asked, “You read romance books?” He nodded, causing my smile to widen. “Well, you probably have many ideas for what I could do in this ‘special proposal.’ What’s your best one?”
“Best one?” Giovani said, raising a brow and shaking his head at me. “We don’t start with the best, we start with the most practical but boring ideas, then move onto the best ones so that you will be starstruck by just how wonderful an idea it is compared to the others.”
I snorted, smirking even more now. I placed a hand on my forehead, amused by this whole ordeal. After everything that happened, and all the stress, it was good to smile again and be with family. Giovani was constantly surprising me in great ways.
“Well, you just revealed your plan. I thought you were supposed to be someone who tried not to do that sort of thing?” I joked with him, causing him to stick out his tongue lightly and just narrow his eyes in humor as well.
“I think in this case, James, I can make an exception for the sake of laughs.” He winked. “My first suggestion in the realm of practical would be picking a favorite restaurant of hers and having them bring out a dessert on fire. Pizazz. It’s practical and safe. A bit dry, though.”
“A bit dry is an understatement,” I replied, mocking a yawn. “Sounds boring. Next?”
“I did say I would start off with the boring stuff, James,” Giovani said, his tone even more amused now. He tapped a finger on his chin in thought, taking another bite of his burger before saying, “Let me think of a different location. Your compound, that could work.”
“An at-home proposal? That could be interesting. Though I’m not sure it’d have enough pizazz,” I said, raising a brow. What did he have in mind this time? Had to be better than going to one’s favorite restaurant. A classic, sure. The idea was sweet, but not enough in my eyes.
“You could fill your compound, or an area within the compound, with candles, or other lights if you’re worried about the fire hazard. Then, you could propose there. Some women find that fairly magical,” Giovani said.
“I’m not the greatest designer or artist,” I said, shaking my head. “The idea is sweet, but I couldn’t pull it off. Maybe if I could have your help, but is decorating with lights in your wheelhouse, Mr. Romantic?” Giovani laughed and shook his head.
“Cross that one out,” Giovani said, taking a bite of his burger and furrowing his brow. “Hmm… Well, you don’t technically have to know design to do this next very similar idea. Fill a room with candles and her favorite flowers, have an indoor picnic, propose. How is that?”
I hummed in thought, feeling as though we were getting a bit closer to what I had in mind. “That sounds reasonable, but still not enough. I do like the idea of this being done at the compound, because the kids can be involved. Has to be safe, though.”
“Candles would therefore be out of the equation, unless you bring them in later when the kids are being watched by your nanny,” Giovani said with a nod. “Or out of reach of the kids. Which is doable, I’m sure.” He took a sip of his coffee, thinking things through. “At home, hmm…”
We were definitely getting somewhere and narrowing things down, which warmed my heart. At home would not only include our children, but be less stressful for Becca. I wanted her to be comfortable, and extravagance in public may lead her to think we’re drawing attention.
Not that we were hiding out, by any means. Though a proposal that would slam headlines may cause her to be a bit uneasy. We didn’t need to go gigantic to still be special. We were to be a family, and something like this as a family would be very special.
“How about,” Giovani said, giving a smile. “You do it in the nursery. You could spell it out with toys. Have Alessandro and Dahlia there, but try to make it so they don’t play with the toys until she sees what they spelled out.”
I nodded and smiled. That sounded very unique and special. It related to how we were going to be a family, and I simply loved the idea. We had a new baby on the way, which made my heart sing once again as I thought about that.
“Madeline could help me with that. She can help occupy both of them so they won’t change the way the toys are laid out. I’d set up everything beforehand. Maybe lights out of reach of the kids for decoration purpose,” I said, nodding. “That’s a great idea, Giovani. I love it.”
“If you have toys specific to Becca’s favorite color, flower, or animal, you could use those,” Giovani said. He peered at me curiously. “Do you think you will? She has quite a bit of money given everything that happened, so surely there’s a huge selection of toys for the little ones.”
