Kingpin

Even as I stand in a crowded mall right before Christmas, the only eyes I see are hers. There is no one I’d rather have by my side. And no one I’d rather have in my arms. I’m who I am because of her. I want to be the best version of myself because that’s what she deserves.

Emma elbows me in the ribs and I growl at her. Then she winks, and I’m a slave for her. Never in a million years did I think a woman like her would have me wrapped around her finger. But I guess I should have always known. She was the one I’d waited for, and now that I’ve finally got her I’ve spent my life making her happy. Which, in turn, makes me happy. The old saying is true. Happy wife, happy life.

“Does this mean you’ll marry me and give me all the babies I want?” I press my forehead to hers, and she smiles up at me.

“Let’s negotiate on the number of kids. But I’ll start with a yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

“Marry me,” I say, and her eyes snap open. “I love you, Emma. I know this is fast, but you’re the one. You don’t have to say it back yet, but I’ll always protect you and always take care of you.” I slowly slide in and out of her, ending my promises with pleasure. “I’m going to spend my entire life worshiping you and making you happy.”

She laughs, and my chest expands with love. I knew this day would come, but I never imagined it would feel so good.

“Goddamn, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Her body is round and curvy, her blue eyes shining at me. This is why I waited for her. Because no other woman could ever compare. This is why she’s going to be the mother of my children, because I don’t want my babies calling anyone else their mama.

“You look good in here,” he says as he pushes away from the door and walks over to me. “Seeing you in here surrounded by all this baby stuff gets me thinking.”

Suddenly I’m pulled to the middle of the bed, and I squeak in surprise. His whole body wraps around mine in a protective, possessive hold, and I sigh happily. This is exactly what I wanted and needed, but I wasn’t sure how to say it.

“Sleep, Dollface. There’s no reason to be scared,” he says in my ear before kissing my neck.

He pulls back a little and looks into my eyes. “But if you ask me again, I’ll tell you. I’ll never tell you a lie. But I think you already know the answer to your question.”

“I’m scared,” I admit.

“I’ve been following you because I like watching you.” His words still my breath. “I want you.”