all my fantasies real. When my parents died, I thought I'd never have a real family again. You've given me everything I've ever dreamed of. I don't only love you, but I want you."
I narrow my gaze. "You want me?"
She nods, once again tucking her lip behind her teeth.
Reaching down to my unbuttoned jeans, I fist my cock. Its width grows at my own touch. "How about this? Do you want my dick? Does your pussy want it?"
Her lip breaks free. "So fucking bad. I'm not experienced enough to know, but I think it's the hormones. Every second I'm awake, I need to have you inside me."
I look over her shoulder. "Our bed is right over there."
"Ours?"
"Yes, ours."
She shakes her head. "It is, but I need you right now, right here. Slow and gentle. Let's show our baby that Mommy and Daddy love one another even on the closet floor."
I push my jeans and boxers down as she lies back and spreads her legs. The tip of my cock slips through her warm come as it delves deep in her core. "Your wish is my command."
Two days later, I'm reading my tablet next to the pool as Sophie sleeps under an umbrella. She's so adorable. Though I know it's our baby making her tired, I've done my part. It's Saturday afternoon, and we've already had sex two times. Three, but once we never really ended.
She is unquenchable, and I love every minute of it.
Her fantasies have also taken on a more domineering tone. Last night, when she asked me to tie her hands, I remembered Dr. Kizer’s words about trust. Even in this short time, Sophie trusts me with her love, body, and fantasies. I have no doubt that she is my every dream, fantasy, and life.
Before our little bondage session, we had dinner with her grandparents. It started as I predicted. They were shocked at my age and weren't happy—with either of us. But I told them what I've told Sophie. I love her. I have loved and will love her forever, and more than life itself, I need to have her. I will spend the rest of my life making sure she's happy.
If that means she finishes college while married and a mother, then so be it. If it means after this semester, she'll take me up on the offer to quit school and go straight to running the events of our company, that is fine too. If she decides to stay home and pop out a million babies, that is also fine. My goal is to make her fantasies come true—no matter what they include.
I'm not convinced that her grandparents believe me, but I understand. Actions speak louder than words. Right now, my action is moving her into our home. In two weeks, we're taking the weekend and going to Key West. I'd said we'd be married here at the house, but Sophie wanted something else. I was willing to go to someplace more exotic, but Sophie is afraid for her grandparents to travel that far.
In two weeks, the stunning sleeping woman under the umbrella will be Sophie Hamilton. We only have one more person to invite.
I pick up my phone and open my recent calls. Taking a deep breath, I hit CALL.
"Hey, Beck. It's Dad."
"Hi."
"Do you have time for lunch with your old man tomorrow?"
"Gosh, I don't know. I could probably pencil you in." Her laughter makes me smile. "Guess who I saw?"
"Who?" I ask, knowing her answer.
"You'll never believe it. I don't know if you remember her but Sophie Hawkins. She was my best friend when we were younger."
I take a deep breath and look over at Sophie. "I remember."
"She's here. Well, I haven't seen her for the last few days, but she lives right down the hall from me."
Not anymore, but I didn't say that.
"Best friends are hard to come by," I say. Yes, I know I sound like a dad. "I bet she was happy to see you."
Becky laughs. "I think so. She was taking off on a date with some hot dude."
Hot dude?
"Remember that I told you that I started seeing someone?"
"Yeah."
"And you're okay with that?" I ask, knowing her answer won't change the way I feel about Sophie.
"Of course, Dad. Even old guys should be happy."
"Hey, thanks. I wondered if you'd like to meet her tomorrow."
"Well, shit. Now our lunch plans are in ink. I want to meet the first woman you've been serious about since Mom."
"Okay. How about here at