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  Without a word, I pick my girl up and place her on the patio table. Her eyes are flashing, but there’s a smile on her face.

  “You said you wanted to try some new things out,” I whisper against her ear as I slide a hand up her thigh, rucking her gorgeous dress up around her hips.

  “In bed. I said in bed. There’s no bed here, Landon.” Her voice is pure indignation, but her hips lift for me, helping me pull her silky panties down around her ankles in one smooth motion.

  I shrug as I grin down at her. “So we’re trying out two things at the same time.” I plant another searing kiss on her lips, muffling her next protest. I linger on her mouth as my fingers plunge inside of her dripping wet pussy.

  As always, Maddie is wet, ready, and eager for me. I’ve learned that the more she protests, the angrier she seems to be, the more Maddie wants me. I work one finger into her, then another, brushing my thumb against her clit until she’s gasping and writhing beneath me. Her hands push futilely at me, unable to get the leverage to do anything meaningful.

  I stand up next to the table, surveying my handiwork. Lipstick smeared, hair in disarray, dress tugged down and pushed up to expose every delectable curve. Maddie looks like the sweetest, sexiest woman in the world.

  Unable to wait another moment, I pull my cock out, rub it against her wetness, and begin to work myself into her dripping pussy.

  “Landon…” Maddie can say my name in a dozen different ways. Her voice is so rich, so expressive, that she doesn’t need any other words.

  This tone is my favorite. Pleading. Needy. Stripped away of all restraint and decorum.

  I press myself into the love of my life slowly, teasingly. Every nerve in my body is on fire, urging me to slam myself home, but I restrain myself. Savoring the feeling of Maddie’s tight pussy stretching around me is an exercise in patience.

  Just the sight of her spread out on the table is enough to make my balls tighten with need. The way Maddie moves when I’m inside her is maddening, her sinuous curves writhing with unrestrained need.

  I get a good rhythm going, thrusting into her with shallow strokes I know will shatter her quickly. I can feel the head of my cock dragging against her g-spot, and six months together has already made me an expert in the exact tempo and pressure to drive Maddie over that cliff.

  Too soon, I can feel the swell of pleasure building inside me. The taboo of the situation, the sight of Maddie cuffed beneath me, her face twisted in pleasure, it’s too much for me. Six months have made me an expert on bringing Maddie to a rapid climax, purely out of self-defense.

  I bite my lip, flex my thighs, and try every other trick in the book to last just one stroke longer. Realizing it’s hopeless, I lean down to whisper into Maddie’s ear.

  “Come for me, love. Now.” It’s a growly whisper, rough with my own need. It’s just enough and just in time, as I feel her velvety inner walls contract around me just as I begin to fill her.

  A shriek of laughter from inside the venue drags me back to my senses. I lean down, releasing the cuffs from my beloved’s wrists and pulling her dress back into a semblance of coverage.

  “Landon, let’s get married.” Maddie smiles up at me, a dreamy expression on her face, her body still twitching and shuddering with the aftershocks of pleasure.

  I chuckle. Maddie often needs a few minutes to recover fully.

  “I don’t think my brother would like it if we stole his thunder, dear.” I press a kiss against her lips as I pull her upright, but her eyes stay locked on mine.

  “So don’t. We can just drive down to the courthouse tomorrow.”

  I frown, realizing she’s serious. “What, elope? But what about all of this?” I gesture at the decorations surrounding us and the finery we’re wearing.

  Maddie shrugs. “Not important.”

  I wrack my brain for a response. I know this can’t possibly be a good idea, but I can’t think of any good arguments. I know they should exist, but I’m not thinking at my best.

  “What about family?” I ask.

  “Your parents will be sad to miss an opportunity to be nasty at each other in public, I’m sure.”

  I scowl. “What about your family?”

  “Well, Nacho will act like he’s hurt, I’m sure, but he’ll get over it. He’s very understanding underneath it all.”

  I roll my eyes. “I meant your actual… no, nevermind. You’re right.” I quickly shut up. I know exactly who Maddie’s real family is as far as she’s concerned.

  With a rush, I realize I don’t actually have any good reasons not to marry Maddie tomorrow.

  “Alright. Well, in that case… Maddie, will you marry me? Tomorrow?”

  With a squeal of joy, she launches herself at me, wrapping her arms and legs around me with bone-crushing force.

  “Of course I will. It was my idea.” She whispers against my lips as she kisses me. “Now, let’s get out of here. The courthouse won’t open till morning, but nothing says we can’t get started on the honeymoon tonight. And uh… bring those cuffs, okay?”

  My laughter echoes in the night air as I carry off my bride-to-be.

  Chapter 8

  Epilogue Two

  Maddie

  “Missus Bell, please, you know you can’t go back there.” The cop who routinely is riding the desk isn’t even halfway out of his seat before I blow past him. Even at nine months pregnant, his belly is bigger than mine. Too many donuts and too much volunteering to stay inside.

  “Sorry, Jimmy!” I call out behind me, even though I’m not. Three years with Landon have taught me a lot of things I never thought I’d know.

  How to shoot. How to fuck. How to break the rules and not bat an eyelash.

  I round the corner and push open the door to the interrogation room. Landon is interviewing someone on the other side of the one-way mirror, some street thug with more piercings and tattoos than I can count. The observers turn towards me as I barge in, but not a one is fast enough to stop me from wrenching open the door to the small room.

  Landon turns, his hand dropping to his holster at the sudden sound from behind him. He stops as he sees me, his eyes instantly going wide.

  “Maddie, what the fuck —”

  I cut him off. “Landon, it’s time. Come on.” I rub my stomach as I do, and his eyes grow even wider.

  Without waiting for him, I turn around and push my way back out of the room.

  I’m all the way in the parking lot before Landon catches up with me. He helps me into the passenger seat of his cruiser — always a gentleman — before he slips into the driver seat, flips the sirens on, and begins to drive like a man possessed.

  “Slow down, Landon. It’s fine. We have time. Turn that siren off, too, it’s giving me a killer headache.” I pinch my nose as he flips the wailing cry off.

  “Alright. Which hospital? Saint Johns? County?” He asks patiently as he slows the car down from bat-out-f-hell to merely illegally fast.

  “Neither. Just take us home, baby.” I give him a wicked smile as he turns towards me, slowing the car down to a normal speed.

  “I thought you said it was time, Maddie.”

  “It is. Time for you to be home with me, baby.” I reach over, rubbing Landon through his pants.

  He groans, and the sound is a perfect fifty-fifty mixture of frustration and arousal.

  “Maddie, I was at work. You know it’s important. The gangs around here —”

  “Landon, your wife is pregnant with your first child. You have other priorities now. Like how fucking horny I am. I spent all morning in bed masturbating, but nothing scratches this itch but your big dick. Now take me home and fuck me. That’s an order.”

  Landon didn’t teach me to talk like a filthy whore, but he definitely brought it to the surface. Made it okay. Made me want to tell him every dirty secret thought I’ve ever had.

  His nostrils flare, his breathing deepening, cock swelling in his pants under my hand. I trace the fat head through the thin cloth, my nails d
ragging over the fabric hard enough to make him slam the gas pedal to the floor.

  We make it home in record time. I lose my dress on the porch, his hands skimming it down my body, leaving me wearing absolutely nothing.

  “Maddie, did you walk into the station wearing nothing but a sundress and a smile?” Landon growls rhetorically.

  I bite my bottom lip. Doing naughty things with Landon is so much fun. He always makes me feel like I’m in trouble. One inch away from being spanked for my misbehavior. He radiates authority, and there’s something about it that just makes me want to buck against him.

  Every once in a while I get that spanking, too. But not today.

  “I just needed to make sure my husband understood exactly what kind of serving he’d be doing today. Skip the protection, though. Not like you can knock me up again.” I shove Landon with all my force, sending him sprawling onto our sofa. Before he can say a word I climb on top of him, wrenching his pants down and impaling myself on his hard cock.

  “Fuck you’re wet.” He growls as I slip onto him. It’s true. I’ve never been this wet, this needy, this fucking insatiable.

  “Get used to it, Landon. I’m going to spend the next ten years pregnant.” I grind against him, sinking myself down to the hilt. I wasn’t lying earlier; there’s nothing that feels as good as my man filling me up. I’m constantly needy for him. His big dick is the only thing that soothes the ache between my legs.

  I tear at his shirt, ripping the snaps apart to expose his well-defined chest. I drag my nails down it, putting as much force as I can into it. Landon hisses as I scratch at him, marking him.

  “Shit, Maddie, that hurts!’ He hisses out, his hands coming up to clamp down on my wrists.

  “Sorry. Just needed to mark my territory. Only fair. Everyone who sees me knows I’m yours.” I whisper down to him, leaning forward as much as possible to get my lips against his ear. My pregnant belly makes it difficult, but I manage.

  “Every set of eyes in that station looking at my stomach made me so fucking hot. Knowing they were thinking about just how I got this big. This pregnant. How I belong to you.” I know how much Landon loves my filthy mouth, how nothing can push him to the edge faster than a little dirty talk.

  Nothing turns me on as much as making Landon lose control. He’s a wild stallion, untamable and unbreakable. All I can do is spur him on, lean into him and give him the ride of his life.

  The first orgasm rocks me, making me freeze atop my man and shudder. One of his big hands grips my hip, the other reaches up to dig into one of my breasts hard enough I know I’ll be marked just like he is. I can feel his cock swelling inside me, his control shattered by the feeling of my own climax milking his cock.

  Panting, I collapse straight onto his chest, pressing myself against him, eager to feel the warmth of his skin. No matter how much I rub myself against Landon, it’s always like I can’t ever be naked enough. My greed for his touch has no limits.

  “You know, if you keep dragging me away from work I’ll lose my reputation.” Landon murmurs against me a few minutes later, after our breathing is back to normal.

  I roll my shoulders, sliding back up onto my husband. Without a word I slide myself back down onto his still hard cock, making him groan.

  “Well, we can’t have that. Next time I’ll just lay down on that table in interrogation and you can fuck my brains out there. I wonder how many people will fit on the other side of that one-way mirror.”

  Landon growls in response, flipping me over easily. He’s gentler than he normally is, aware of just how heavily pregnant I am, but he still pins me beneath him, the weight of his heavily muscled body pinning me in place.

  “You belong to me, Maddie. I don’t even want them so much as thinking of you.” Landon rasps against my ear as he plunges his cock into me. I try to brace a palm against his stomach instinctively. I always do when he’s like this, I can’t help it. Even knowing it’s pointless, I still try to slow him down, to mitigate the relentless strength of him.

  The second orgasm hits me hard, just as it always does when Landon is pummeling me with his ferocious, out-of-control strokes. It peaks, and I feel my whole body contract — and then one part keeps going.

  “Landon.” I murmur, trying to get his attention. It takes three tries before I can really find my voice, and by that point the truth is undeniable.

  “Landon!” I grab his face as he bends down, making his eyes meet mine.

  “It’s time,” I say slowly, cutting my eyes down to where we’re still joined.

  “Oh. Now? Really?” Landon springs away, pulling me up and glancing around, trying to find our clothes. “Shit. Okay. Stay calm.”

  I can’t help but chuckle at his sudden panic. “I am calm, baby.”

  He shakes his head. “Not you. Me. Uh, okay. Put this on. Fuck.”

  Watching Landon change mental gears is reassuring in a way. Seeing someone so unflappable be flapped on our account warms my heart.

  I reach over and give his shoulder a squeeze. “Don’t worry. No matter what happens, we’ll be together. A family. I promise.”

  He kisses my hand, then goes back to hastily tugging clothing into place.

  “Alright, come on. My record to get to County General is ten minutes, but I bet I can get us there in nine.”

  Laughing, I let Landon lead me out to the car and into our future together.

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