She jerked and cried out my name as soon as I latched onto her already pulsing clit. Long, graceful fingers thrust into my hair, holding me right where she wanted me as she thrust her hips against my tongue. “Drake… Fuck, babe… Oh. Oh. Ahhh!” she screamed, her back bowing as she came apart against my tongue.

I kept flicking my tongue over her clit even after she lay limp from her orgasm. I couldn’t get enough of her sweet nectar and lapped it all up as I slipped two fingers inside of her. Her inner walls quivered at my invasion, welcoming me and the pleasure I brought with me. My balls tightened, wanting to slip my cock deep inside of her and feel that soft contracting around my shaft as I drove us both into pleasure-filled delirium.

“Please,” Angel whimpered when I kept tormenting us both with my teasing fingers while I continued to tongue her clit. “I want you so much.”

“Tell me you love me,” I commanded, rising to my knees and grasping my cock, stroking it twice while she watched me with her lashes lowered. The sight made her whimper again and suck her bottom lip between her teeth. “Tell me.”

“I love you. Always.” I skimmed the tip of my dick over her opening and her hands twisted in the sheets underneath her. “Drake…”

“Do I make you happy? Do I give you everything you want?”

“Yes. I’d be a mess without you.” Her thighs were trembling and I knew she was close to the edge of coming again. “All I want is you, you give me the world every day.”

“Ask me to fuck you,” I growled, sliding between her folds until only the tip was inside of her. Her walls clasped my cock, trapping me yet trying to suck me deeper all at once. . “Ask me to fuck you slowly.”

Her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. “Not slow,” she begged. “Fast. Hard.”

“No. Ask me to fuck you slowly.” My hips pushed forward until she took another inch. “Do it, Angel.”

“Drake…” She licked her lips, making me ache to kiss her. “Drake, please fuck me…” another inch and she was biting into that lip she had just licked, “…slowly.”

I thrust deep and caught her mouth with my own, swallowing her cries as she shattered. I didn’t move until her pussy stopped convulsing around my dick. Her nails bit into my back, scratching down my spine as I finally moved inside of her.

I made love to her for hours and when she finally fell against my chest, her pregnant stomach carefully tucked to the side I just laid there, rubbing her back. This was heaven.

--

“Garvin Davis wants to know what he has to do to secure your contract for the next season of America’s Rocker.”

My brow furrowed at the statement Emmie had just made and I finished chewing the bite of steak sandwich before looking down at the phone. Emmie’s face stared back at me on the FaceTime app. “Who the hell is Garvin Davis?”

She rolled her eyes at me. “He’s the producer with the big belly from the show, dummy. He said he talked to you two weeks ago and you still haven’t given him an answer yet. What should I tell him? Or have you still not made up your mind yet?”

So that was what that fucker’s name was. I crunched down on an onion ring, part of the quick lunch I was having while Angel was out with Linc doing gods knew what. I had driven her into the city an hour ago and had just been doing jack shit ever since. It was nice to have a free few hours to myself with nothing to do but worry about anything except for my wife finding out I was eating too much saturated fat.

I had completely forgotten about the producer wanting to know if I was coming back for another season. Everything had flown out the window in my mind the moment I had gotten home that night and slid between my angel’s legs. “I don’t know, Em.” I wiped oil from the onion ring off my fingers before reaching for my soft drink. Another guilty pleasure I was getting to have today because it wasn’t the diet shit that I was forced to stock in our fridge. “What does Ax say about it? Is he coming back?”

“Only if the show gets a new creative team that focuses on the talent and not the drama and a few other changes are made. Cole has already gone public with his decision. It’s all over the tabloids’ Facebook sites. Garvin says he’s already incorporating the changes that Ax wants but wonders what will convince you to sign.”

What changes did I want? Were there any changes that could convince me to go back for another season? The last three hadn’t been horrible and if Ax got his changes then I wouldn’t be against doing this again. But Angel wasn’t happy with my job. For the last two weeks she had been a cranky lioness every time I had to go out to the studio. Thursdays and Fridays seriously sucked in my house right now.

“I have one stipulation for the moment…” As soon as I told Emmie what it was her eyes rounded but she nodded and assured me that she would let Garvin know.

“I have to go,” she said ten minutes later. “The contractor is here to redo the guesthouse and I want to make sure that everything is exactly as we discussed before he starts tearing things up.”

“Have you found any candidates for your assistant yet?” Nik had told me she had interviewed ten just in the last week alone, but none of them had met her standards.

“I got two yesterday that I’m going to give a try starting tomorrow.” She made a face and I had a feeling they wouldn’t last the day, if the first hour. I knew exactly how demanding Emmie was of her assistants. Natalie had made sure I knew how hard she had to work her ass off.

“I’ll let you go. Love you, Em.”

Her face softened for a moment. “Love you, Drake.”

Chapter 26

Harper

I looked in the mirror and cringed.

Really? Another one? Carefully I touched the tip of my index finger to yet another pimple that had popped up on my forehead. It was sore and irritated. This was not happening! I hadn’t had acne since I was a preteen and now my face looked like that of a greasy-faced freshman. It seemed like my stress level was just as bad as in high school, at the moment. With everything that was going on within our family—the twins still being in the hospital and Lucy’s obvious anxiety since the kidnapping—on top of the demands of my job, my nervous system was a wreck at the moment.

Dabbing on the Proactiv mask that was supposed to help clear up my complexion, I finished getting ready for work. I knew the acne was from not taking my birth control pills and not altogether a product of the stress I was under, just as the heavy period I was having this month was as well. I used to have this every month until my mother had taken me to the doctor to get me put on the pill to help regulate my cycle.