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  I dry my hands off and lean down and give her a kiss on the cheek. “Be safe getting home.”

  “You better be good to her or else.” She smiles brightly and shrugs. “I’d hate to pick her over my own son.”

  “Rude,” I chide, but she ignores me as she grabs her purse.

  “It was so nice to meet you,” she tells Brooklyn as they hug in the hallway. “You’ll be by next week to look at my library, right?”

  “I wouldn’t miss it,” Brooklyn agrees, and they hug a second time.

  It’s then I realize that my mom hugged her more and hasn’t give me a second glance as she gets on the elevator and waves goodbye.

  “I like her,” Brooklyn laughs as I lock the door.

  “I don’t,” I grumble, and she laughs again, walking into my arms.

  “Well, I can’t wait to see her again.” She looks up at me and I smile down at her.

  “I’m having the locks changed first thing tomorrow.” Brooklyn goes up on her toes and I lift her up. “Maybe I should have it done tonight.”

  I grab her ass and carry her to the back of the penthouse to where my bedroom is. The lights are off in my room, but the skyline of the city glows with the setting sun.

  “Oh my god, this is so beautiful,” she says as she looks around the space.

  “It’s one advantage to being on the top floor.” I kiss her neck as I let her slide down my body. “There’s a balcony off of the bedroom if you want to go outside.” I kiss her again and smile. “There’s an outdoor tub and shower on it.”

  “Are you serious?” Her eyes widen, and I nod.

  “I’ve used the tub a few times after a long day. It’s nice to sit out there and look up at the stars.”

  “I can’t picture you soaking in a bathtub.”

  “Well now we definitely have to do it.” I take her by the hand and lead her onto the balcony. “I want you to picture me doing everything.”

  When we walk outside she looks around and her eyes widen in shock. “You were not kidding.”

  There’s only my balcony on this side of the building and nothing above us for someone to look down. It’s also up high enough that there’s no way someone could see us from a building below. There are plants along the edge and an arbor overhead covered in wisteria. It makes it feel like we’re completely isolated in a garden all to ourselves. The shower is to one side and the tub is in the middle, surrounded by stone steps to get into it and an infinity edge that makes it seem like the water goes on forever.

  “This is like something out of a dream.”

  “That’s the way I feel about you.”

  There’s heat in her eyes as I unbutton my shirt and turn on the water for the tub. The sound of running water fills the quiet and I take off my shirt and slacks. She smiles as I walk over to her and kneel down. She took off her shoes at dinner and something about seeing her walk around the penthouse in her bare feet turns me on. It’s like she’s comfortable here, like maybe this can be her home too.

  I slide my hands up her legs and under her dress. When I feel her bare ass, I’m reminded that her panties are still in my jogging pants from this morning. I hum in approval as I grab the edge of her dress while I stand up, pulling it off in one sweeping motion.

  Her cheeks blush as I reach around her back and unclip her bra so she’s completely naked in front of me. Her fingers play with the edge of my boxer briefs and I let her take them off of me.

  My cock springs hard and thick between us; he’s impatient to enter her.

  I walk up the stone steps and sink into the deep warm water, then lean back. She comes in after me and I hold out my hands for her as she straddles my lap. Her thighs are soft against mine as she settles her ass on my legs. I feel her knees on either side of me and my cock is straight up between us.

  “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life,” I say, brushing her hair away from her face. Her dark eyes sparkle in the setting sun and my chest aches with what I feel right now.

  I know the reason I went on that dating app was to find a woman that I could get pregnant. But here and now, seeing her like this, it’s more than I ever thought I deserved.

  “I just want you to know that I don’t have a lot of experience in this, but I’m certain about this. About you.”

  I nod because I’m afraid if I speak I’ll end up confessing my love to her. I slide my palms down her back and to her ass, where I hold on to her. I slide her close so my cock is nuzzled right up against her pussy, and her tits are in my face.

  “I’ll take care of you.” I lean forward and suck one of her blush-colored nipples into my mouth. It’s tight and hot as my tongue slides over it and I groan in pleasure. “You’re not on anything, are you?” I slide my cock between her folds and now it’s her turn to groan. “Not the pill or shot, right?”

  “No, do you have a condom?” She looks around as if just now considering this might be something we need.

  I shake my head and smile at her. I hold on to the base of my cock as I grip her hip and lift her up. “I said I’ll take care of you.”

  The feel of her hot pussy on the tip of my cock is like heaven. I’ve never been bare inside a woman before and Brooklyn is tighter than anything I’ve ever felt. This pussy is mine forever and I plan on taking it as many times as I can. I want to make sure my seed holds, not only for my legacy, but because I don’t want her to get away.

  “Ah,” she hisses as I slide deeper and feel her stretch.

  “It’s okay, Buttercup.” I slide my thumb over her clit and I feel her clench.

  Fuck, she can’t get any tighter or I won’t fit.

  I keep rubbing and after a second, I feel her relax and let me in. The flow of the hot water around us and the feel of her soft skin on mine is enough to make me cum. But I hold out, knowing this needs to feel good for her too.

  When she’s all the way seated on my cock we both groan. I hold myself deep inside of her, just flexing my cock and rubbing her pussy as she rocks her hips. I suck on her tits and lick water off them as they bounce.

  I’ve never been so hard, never so goddamn close, and her little moans are driving me insane.

  “Dash,” she moans as she arches her back.

  “Don’t fight it. I’m going to have you all night.”

  She cries out as she clenches around me and I hold her on me. She tries to wiggle off as her climax hits her, but I keep her in place, wringing out all of her pleasure. Waves of it hit her just like in the limo, and as soon as one orgasm is done, another begins.

  She pulses around my cock, causing my own release, and I’m so fucking deep inside her there’s no way she’s not pregnant. I curse as I keep cumming, and my body doesn’t stop. It’s so fucking hard that for a second I see stars at the edge of my vision.

  It takes a long time for the two of us to catch our breath, but when I finally come back down to earth I feel her kissing me on my chest.

  “You’re mine forever now,” I say softly to her, holding her face with both of my hands and kissing her.

  She bites her bottom lip and I smile at her, then thrust into her. Her mouth opens and she gasps as I move just as hard and thick as before.

  “Again?” She sounds surprised and happy all at once.

  “I’m just getting started.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Brooklyn

  “You look beautiful.”

  Dash grabs my hair and pushes it off my shoulder and out of his way to kiss my neck. His arm wraps around my middle as he pulls me into him while his other hand rests on my stomach.

  This weekend has been everything I could have wished for. It actually sucks that we’re going to have to spend some of it at my family reunion. I wanted to shove dating someone in my sister’s face, but now I only want to lie in bed with Dash all day.

  “Maybe we should stay here?” I turn in his arms as my hands rest on his broad shoulders.

  “You got to meet my mom. I think it’s only fair I get to meet your da
d.” I let out a long sigh. “We don’t have to stay long.”

  “Fine. We’ll go.” He gives my ass a squeeze and then a quick kiss. “Can we drop by my place after? I want to grab some more stuff.” I want to be able to go to work from here in the morning and I need my things.

  “Should I send a moving truck?” I bite my bottom lip, loving the sound of that, but it’s too soon. Right?

  “I’ll need to talk to Blair.”

  “Is that the only reason you’re not agreeing?”

  “I think we slid right past moving in together when we had all the unprotected sex,” I laugh. For all I know I could be pregnant right now.

  “You know I’m all in when it comes to you.”

  I love how sure he is about us. There are no games or anything. He saw me and wanted me and it’s something I love about him. That’s a word we haven’t used, even though we are talking babies and moving in.

  “I don’t want a moving truck showing up at my apartment without talking to Blair first. She’s been so good to me, and the girls are like family.”

  “I get that.” He gives me another kiss before releasing me. “I’ll tell the driver we’ll be down in a few minutes.”

  “Sounds good.” I grab my purse and dig out my lip gloss.

  I might not want to go, but since I have to I’m going to look my best. Dash doesn't have to try with his slacks and a polo. His hair is a little messy from me running my fingers through it—a habit I’ve picked up whenever we’re close.

  I exit Dash’s bedroom and then meet him at the front door. He’s there waiting for me with his hand out to take mine. We make our way downstairs and to the waiting car.

  “You know when you move in you can decorate it any way you want.” He opens the car door for me and gives the driver my father's address.

  “Dash, you don’t have to try and win me over in this. I want to move in.”

  “I just want you to feel at home and that it’s your place too.” Gah. This man is so freaking sweet.

  “I think you’ll be keeping me too busy to worry about decorating,” I tease him.

  He pulls me in for a long kiss and it has me forgetting for a moment where we’re going. That’s until I start to climb on him and I feel the car stop outside my childhood home.

  “You grew up here?”

  I nod. It’s a beautiful home, but not my taste. My family isn’t as wealthy as Dash’s, but my dad isn't far behind. “What does your father do?”

  “Investment banking. He’s a workaholic.”

  I don’t think he saw the way his wife and Charlotte treated me. He was too busy working long hours and his job was always his first love. He did his part by having someone to watch over me. The few times I did tell him about something Charlotte did when I was little, he brushed it off as normal sibling rivalry. After a while I stopped telling him. It hurt when he never noticed or acknowledged it, but it hurt less to say nothing.

  Dash exits the car and holds out his hand for me. Cars already line the driveway and I realize it’s going to be a full house.

  “In and out, right?” I look up at him and he nods.

  “If that is what you want. But it’s going to be fine.”

  He leans down and places a kiss on the top of my head and I relax knowing he’s close. We make our way up the long sidewalk and the front door swings open before we reach it. Charlotte stands there looking every bit a Stepford wife. I swear each year she not only looks more like her mother but her hair gets blonder too.

  “Well, look what the cat dragged in. I wasn't sure you’d remember where we lived. It’s not like you come and visit your own father.”

  Her tone comes off as playful, but I know it's far from that. She opens her arms for a hug and my manners get the best of me. I open an arm and lean into her so it’s only a half hug since Dash won’t let me go.

  “I’ve been busy with work.” I try and get my own dig in since she’s never worked a day in her life. Her goal has always been to marry rich, but that hasn't worked out so far. She’s always with someone, but they’ve yet to stay around.

  “Oh right, you’re a schoolteacher.” Her brand new nose scrunches for what I’m sure isn’t the first time. “And who is this handsome man?” Her eyes lock on Dash, and I hate it.

  He’s not paying her any attention as he looks right over the top of her head and into the house.

  “Dash, this is Charlotte.” He finally acknowledges her and his tone is bored.

  “Hi.”

  I fight not to laugh even though I wish I could be outright rude. It’s just not something I have in me. The only time I’ve ever tried was on our first date and it didn’t work.

  Charlotte holds her hand out for him to shake, but he just holds his up and shows her our fingers are entwined. Charlotte laughs as though it’s a joke, but I see the anger in her eyes.

  “Is everyone here already?” I ask.

  “Yep.” She finally steps back and lets us in. “The men are in Daddy’s office.” She points to the double doors with one open. “Why don’t you go introduce yourself to our father? Brooklyn’s gotta help us in the kitchen.”

  “I want to say hi to Dad first.” I’m not about to leave Dash without introducing them, and even then I don't want to leave him at all.

  “Fine.” Charlotte rolls her eyes. “Meet me in the kitchen.”

  As soon as she’s gone, I whisper to Dash, “She doesn't even cook.”

  “Doesn't look like she eats either.” I snort, but Charlotte would take that as a compliment.

  “Are you going to be okay if I leave you with my dad for a little while?” I ask before we walk into his office.

  “I’ll be fine.” He gives my hand a squeeze. “I want a chance to talk to him.” Before I can ask about what, my dad is coming out of his office.

  “Brooklyn.” He opens his arms as he walks toward me and wraps me in a hug. Dash lets go of my hand this time so I can hug him back.

  “Hey, Dad.”

  “You brought someone.” He smiles over at Dash, holding out his hand. “Dash Belmont.” Dad says his name, clearly already knowing who Dash is.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Tanner.”

  “Call me John.”

  “Thank you for having me, John.”

  “Anyone who is a friend of Brooklyn’s is welcome in our home.”

  “We’re more than friends,” Dash says, and my face heats. I’ve never brought anyone home before.

  “Right. Come into my office and we’ll talk. A few of us are already having drinks.” Dash looks down at me, and I think he’s waiting for me to agree. I smile up at him and nod.

  He knows I don't want to stay long and is silently telling me if I give him the word he won’t leave my side.

  “I’ll be in the kitchen.” Dash gives me a quick kiss on my lips right in front of my father before I rush off.

  When I enter the kitchen I only see Charlotte and a few people dressed in all black with aprons on. They’re plating food while she sits and drinks a glass of wine.

  “Dash Belmont. Really, Brooklyn? You know pregnancy makes you fat.”

  What the hell does that even mean?

  “You know Dash?” I say instead. I’m not talking to her about Dash and me having babies.

  “Everyone knows the Belmonts.” She gives me a dramatic eyeroll.

  “We don’t run in the same circles.”

  “Because you’re just an innocent schoolteacher. You’re so pathetic.”

  I’m living my life and somehow that makes me pathetic.

  “Why is that? Is it because I landed someone like Dash, you have to find a way to belittle it? You can try all you want. I know he loves me.” Even though we haven't said the exact words, I feel it. He loves me and I love him.

  Charlotte throws back her head and laughs. “This is worse than I thought. I was sure you were in on it.” She keeps on laughing and my stomach tightens. She’s too excited about this. “You think he loves you? Let me guess. He wan
ts you to have his baby too?” She stops laughing, leveling me with a stare and a happy smirk.

  She picks up some paper from the kitchen counter and I realize everyone in the kitchen has gone quiet. I’m sure they’re hanging on to every word.

  “Have a look.” She walks over and drops the stack of papers in front of me.

  “What is it?” I look down, thinking they’re legal documents.

  “Nothing much, just the Belmont Trust.”

  My eyes scan over the first page and I know I should push it away because I have no right to look over this. But the way she’s laughing and how smug she is, there has to be a reason.

  “In ten months he has to produce an heir or he loses it all.” She points at the date on the paper and I see Dash’s birthday is the expiration date.

  I shake my head. This can’t be right. “I thought maybe you were in on it and doing some sort of marriage of convenience, but you actually bought it. Brooklyn, honey, you’re so trusting. You really should know better.” She shakes her head at me.

  She’s right, I should know better. Dash really is the jerk all my friends thought he was. I bet when he saw me so desperate for love and willing to trust anyone, he knew I was a perfect target. Why else did I fall for all of this? It must have been written all over my face that first night and he knew I was an easy mark.

  “Are you gonna cry? Come on, let's not make this more pathetic than it already is.”

  One of the servers tries to hand me a napkin. “Are you okay?”

  “Get back to work,” Charlotte snaps at the woman and snatches the napkin from her hand. She tosses it down onto the counter and scoffs.

  “There’s no need to be rude.” I look over to the woman. “Thank you.” I give her a small smile and she nods at me before grabbing a tray of food and leaving the kitchen. The others follow her out, leaving me alone with Charlotte.

  “So, are you going to scream at him or run out of here crying?”

  “I feel sorry for you.” I sniff as I pick up the napkin and wipe my tears away with it.

  “For me? I’m not the one being made a fool of.”