I took my first swipe of her sweetness. Her legs shook as my tongue licked and swirled, causing her thighs to clench. My fingers pumped in and out of her as she came apart above me. She reached down, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and hung on for dear life.

Not giving her a lot of time to come down from her climax, I sprung to my feet, grabbed her ass and lifted her so she could wrap her legs around my waist. “Where the fuck is your bedroom?”

She pointed upstairs, still panting. Once we were in her room, I kicked the door shut, spun around and slammed her into the back of the door. I stripped her of her bra and kissed her from her head to her tits, all the way to her toes and then back up to her pussy where I made her scream again.

When I stood up, Joselyn reached for my belt buckle and started to palm me through my jeans. My dick was hard enough to pound nails. I needed inside her. It had been a week too long and I wasn’t waiting another fucking minute.

I placed my hand over hers that was stroking me and stopped her. In something that sounded like a groan, I partially begged, “You gotta stop, gorgeous. I want your tight pussy gripping me when I come.” I reached into the back pocket of my jeans and grabbed a condom—hey, what could I say? I’d had high hopes shit would go down like this.

After rolling the rubber down myself, I slammed my mouth back onto hers and sucked her tongue into my mouth. Her hands returned to my hair and she started climbing up my body.

Nothing else existed. I had my girl naked with her legs wrapped around my hips, grinding her hot, sopping wet pussy hard on my dick. When I felt her body start to tremble, I knew she was getting ready to explode again, so I grabbed her hips and pulled her down a little harder, making sure the head of my cock hit just the right spot.

“Fuck, Paul!”

As she hit her peak, I reached between us, grabbed the base of my shaft, and slammed home. Shifting one arm at a time, I hooked my elbows under both her knees and pumped hard again.

Heaven.

Pure fucking heaven.

I had to stop or I was gonna blow way too fucking quick. After taking a breath, I leaned in again to suck the skin between her collarbone and her neck, when she started to moaned. “Still the best fucking sound, ever.”

I started moving my hips in long, hard, deep thrusts using the back of the door as leverage. When she lifted her hand to find her own leverage against the nearest wall, it lined the tight pink nipple right up to my mouth. A little flick and suck was all it took. Joselyn had one hand holding the wall, and the other attempting to tug at the hair on the back of my head to keep my mouth on her tit. She turned her face up and screamed my name, the best sound that beat out all others.

Balls deep in my girl, her screaming my name and her pussy clenching down on my now over sensitive dick, I pumped a couple more times before filling the rubber.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “We’re gonna take a little break, and then we’re going to do that again. Us taking a break killed me and I couldn’t last as long as I wanted to.”

“That’s okay.”

“I love you, Joselyn.”

A tear rolled down her cheek. “I love you too, Paul.”

“What’s wrong?”

She started to cry a little more. “I’ve been waiting a long time for you to call me Joselyn and to hear you say that you love me.”

I wiped her tears. “Knowing your real name doesn’t change how I feel about you, gorgeous.”

She nodded. “I know, but it’s still nice to finally hear.”

“What’s your middle name?”

“Olivia.”

“Joselyn Olivia Marquez, I fucking love you!”

She blushed and kissed me quickly.

“And if you want you can call me PJ.” When we met, she knew me as Paul. It was weird to correct her after all this time. Now since she had a new name, it felt as though she could call me by a new name as well. After all, my close friends and the ones I loved and cared for all called me PJ.

She laughed. “Oh yeah?” I nodded. “Well, you can call me Joss.”

“I’ll stick to gorgeous.”

“I’ll stick with sexy.”

I kissed her again, finally pulling out of her and carrying her to the bed. I went to clean up before crawling into bed with her.

I needed a few more minutes to build my stamina up for round two.

We lie wrapped in each other, my fingers lightly caressing her arm as she twirled the ring I’d finally put on her finger after we were done showing each other how much we’d missed one another.

I caught a glimpse of her tattoo on her side and it finally clicked:

she always had a way

with her brokenness

she would take her pieces

and make them beautiful

“Is your tattoo about that night?”

She stopped fidgeting with the ring. “For so long I felt used. I was broken.” She turned over, placing her chin on my chest and peered into my eyes. “I never felt beautiful until you. I got that tattoo hoping that one day I would find my missing piece—and I have.”

We kissed briefly again. There were no more words spoken. I knew what it was like to be broken and to find the missing piece. She was mine. Joss returned to staring at the ring; the afternoon sun shined through the window, reflecting the diamond against the wall.

“Can I live here?” I asked.

“I don’t think so,” she replied.

“Fuck.”

“We’ll figure it out. Maybe the case won’t take that long. Can you stay with Gabe and Autumn?”

“I will until I buy us a house. Wait … after the case is over, will you live here or D.C.?”

She thought for a moment. “I wasn’t planning on it, but I guess here since you have Gabe and Autumn living here and they’re your best friends.”

I kissed her lips. “Then yes, I’ll live with them until I buy us a house. I’m sure they’ll let me and if not, rent’s cheap here.” I laughed.

“Are you sure you’re okay with me going back undercover?”

“Do I have a choice?” She shook her head. “Then I have to be. Can I be your bodyguard?”

She threw her head back and laughed. “Well, actually—”

Before she could finish, the doorbell rang.

“Who’s that?” I asked.

She smiled brightly and jumped out of bed. “That’s who I thought was going to be here when I answered the door and it was you.”

I scrunched my eyebrows at her as she hurried and threw on clothes.

“You’ll probably want to get dressed to meet him.”

“Him?” I asked.

“Yep,” she yelled as she ran out of the room.

I hurried and pulled on my jeans. As I walked down the stairs, I put my T-shirt back on. I could hear her laughing the closer I got, and when I turned to go into the living room, I met the eyes of a man I’d never seen before.

“Paul, this is Seth. Seth this is—”

“Her fiancé,” I clarified.

He turned to her. “Fiancé?”

I pulled her to me and kissed the top of her head.

“A lot has happened since I moved to Vegas.” She smiled up at me.

“Apparently.” He laughed. “Well, let’s pop the champagne and you two can tell me all about it before we dive into why I’m here.”

The End … for now.

Seth’s story will continue in Champagne & Handcuffs and will be released in 2016!

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