I hesitated a beat too long and he reared back. “Only for a little while,” I tried to defend myself. “Then I remembered what you said about having faith in us.”

“I’m glad you reached the right conclusion, but I think I need to show you again who you belong to.” His tone was hard and stern. His hands stroked along my sides and grabbed onto my soft bottom. His fingers kneaded into my flesh.

“Jake,” I moaned. My sex clenched at the promise in his voice. I was still wet from our last bout.

“I want to fuck your ass, baby. I want to own every part of you.”

I shuddered, my body heating at his words. I kissed him and spread my thighs, silently giving him my consent. Nothing felt wrong with Jake. My body and heart belonged to him completely.

He flipped me onto my front. I placed my forehead onto my folded hands and knelt with my ass on my heels.

“Stay, like this baby.” He moved behind me. His fingers caressed my crevice and I gasped.

“Your behind is a work of art, baby.” He continued to burrow deeper until his two thumbs grazed my puckered hole.

I never realized how sensitive it was until Jake started to rub my rosebud. I started to wiggle my hips when he smacked my bottom. “Hold still!”

“Ahhh!” I screeched as the blood rushed to my cheek.

He pulled my flesh apart and pumped two fingers into my pussy. I lost all my breath as he finger fucked me. He whispered sexy things into my ears, but I couldn’t register a single word. My cries crew louder and louder and I was thankful Marcus was on the other side of the huge penthouse.

Jakes fingers curled and the exquisite sensation shoved me over. I bit into my hand when I climaxed, my sheath clenching on his fingers.

When my cries stopped, Jake pressed a wet fingertip to my back entrance and pushed.

“Jake,” I groaned. The invasion felt strange and foreign. But also intimate and sexy because it was Jake.

“Sh…just relax for me baby. I’m a lot bigger than my finger.”

Following his instructions, I consciously relaxed my muscles and he pressed all the way in to his knuckles. He was infinitely patient as he glided in and out of me. In and out. When I had loosened around his digit, two fingers probed at me.

I moaned as I stretched to accommodate him.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Your ass looks perfect. I can’t wait until my dick is in this tight hole.” He accompanied his words with slow thrusts of his fingers.  It was driving me out of my mind.

“Jake, please!”

“Tell me what you need, baby.”

“You! I need you!”

“I need you, too, Cora. I need you so damn much,” he said fiercely into my ear.

I felt something cool squirt onto me and then the incredible heat of his cock touched me. I whimpered at the unrelenting pressure as he started to tunnel into my ass. “Jake, you’re too big.” A twinge of pain shot through me.

He stopped. “No, I’m not. Remember you’re made for me. You feel perfect baby. Just breathe with me.” He inhaled and exhaled. I did the same. Slowly, our breathing synced. Then on an exhale, he pressed deeper and I clenched.

One of his hands snaked to my front. His fingers dipped into my pussy and I shook as both of my holes were penetrated. “Oh God!” My back arched, sending his cock deeper.

“Oh my GOD!” I screamed as his hands and cock started to move in concert. Deeper and deeper, he pushed until I felt his pelvis press against my butt cheeks. His fingers were embedded in my vagina. I felt utterly possessed as he filled every empty place in my body and soul.

“So full. So full,” I muttered.

“I’m going to mark every part of you, baby.” With those words, he bit into my shoulder and started to move his hips. It hurt at first, but I was soon overwhelmed by the forbidden pleasure growing in my anal passage. My own hips were gyrating against him, drawing out hoarse groans.

One hand held my hips steady, but the other was constantly moving. Twisting my nipples. Plucking my engorged clit. Pushing into my pussy, making Jake’s cock seem impossibly huge in my anus. I didn’t even notice the sting of his teeth as he bit harder.

“Jake! Please, faster.”

His thrusts increased in intensity, his groin slapping against my backside. He let go of my shoulder and laved the sting. His fingers circled my swollen clit. “Come. Come now, baby.”

At his harsh command, my body shattered. I shook uncontrollably. My cries rang in my head as every muscle seized in pleasure.

I heard his shout behind me and then a black veil came across my eyes. I let the eye of the storm consume me, dragging me into its rapturous darkness.

“Baby, wake up.” Kisses peppered my face.

My eyes fluttered open to see Jake’s concerned face. He sighed in relief.

“What happened?” My voice sounded weak.

“You blacked out from your orgasm.” There was an unmistakable note of cockiness in his voice.

I closed my eyes, too tired to deal with his smugness. I whined in protest when I felt him pick me up.

“Shower, then sleep, baby.” He kissed me.

I was too tired to argue. He cleaned both of us without any help from me. If he didn’t prop me up, I would have melted into a puddle and slipped down the drain. He hastily dried us and then took me back to his bed, tucking me into his side.

“I love you, baby.”

I looked into his beautiful aquamarine eyes. “I love you, too. More than you could imagine.”

He kissed my lips and smiled. “I doubt it, baby.”

I wanted to disagree, but my eyes were already drooping closed.

The next morning, I woke up and rubbed my eyes. I frowned when I noticed something foreign on my finger.

I gaped at the monster cushion cut diamond on my left hand. It must have been at least eight carats and was so shiny, it blinded me.

“Eeep.”

“I hope that’s a yes.”

I was speechless as I met Jake’s eyes. Was that nervousness I saw?

My heart overflowed with love.

“Will you marry me, Cora Branton, and make me the happiest man in the world?”

There could only be one answer.

“YES! YES!” I screamed and threw myself at him. “I love you!”

“I love you more.” He tumbled me onto my back and kissed me tenderly.

Epilogue: Jake

“Tyrone Welles.”

Applause.

“Cynthia Wellington.”

Applause.

“There she is!” whispered Marcus. “Get ready.”

He didn’t need to point her out. I was aware of where she was at all times. When she wasn’t by my side, I felt her absence like a lost limb.

“Cora Weston. Summa cum laude.”

I stood up and roared and clapped and whistled. My parents, Troy, and Marcus made just as much obnoxious noise.

Cora looked to our section and beamed. We had prime seats, thanks to our connections with the president of the university. I could see her beautiful caramel eyes glowing with love as she stared at us.

I was so fucking proud, my heart was about to burst out of my chest.

After the case with Tom Wexler wrapped up, Cora resigned as my assistant to attend school. All her fears about us not lasting had vanished.

As her replacement, she asked me to hire her friend, Jamie Parker. I was concerned about her reputation for gossip, but to my surprise, Jamie became as tight-lipped as a CIA operative. She was an excellent assistant.

I liked to tease Cora that Jamie was her spy, but I knew she trusted me completely. There was nobody else in the world for me but her. And I knew it was the same for her. I still got insanely jealous, especially when she was in a study group with a man, but I knew she would never betray me. Of course, putting my ring on her finger helped to keep the wolves at bay.

Instead of moving to another apartment, Marcus and Cora moved into my penthouse. Before the semester started, I closed on a house midway between her school and work. It was only a twenty-minute commute on the El for Marcus. It was a sprawling five-bedroom, two-story home with a huge yard. We could always upgrade when we outgrew it.