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“I-do-not-love-you, Shay!” he with as much sincerity he could muster.

“You’re not going to piss me off. I’m not walking away!”

Tears slid down Shay’s cheeks. She kissed his mouth passionately, silencing his last words, but his lips were stiff and defiant—until he stopped fighting his desire. Then, he swept her tongue inside of his mouth. Their tongues danced and curled, but then her needs were heightened. Her tongue slid down his body, licking, tasting, kissing,
every
part of him, and she left the
best
for last.

As she got closer to his release, Linden fought her every step of the way. He tried to buck her body off his; but then, her lips tasted from the head of his cock—massaging him. Her right hand palmed his family jewels, and she massaged them tenderly, while her mouth worked his sex. Eventually, she felt his defenses weakening, and nature took control of his body, causing a response—he thickened and swelled within her moist, warm mouth.

Shay straddled his hips, and with Linden’s help, guided his erection inside her dewy vagina. Tenderly, she made love to the man who held her heart within the palms of his hands. He was the father of her unborn child! Together, they both cried out from their second orgasm.

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 “I love you, Shay, and
our
baby. Thank you!”

“You’re welcome.”

She gazed into his sparkling eyes that no longer held pain, but were now filled with tears. “I know you love me, Linden!”

Linden wiped his eyes, choked by the emotions overwhelming him.

He grabbed her star diamond pendant gracing her long, sleek neck.

“I love my present. Thank you.”

He pulled her to his chest and hugged her tight.

Shay felt the thundering of his heart pounding against her breasts, and she held him—caressing his moist back.

“It’s okay, babe,” she cooed, until Linden had his emotions back in check.

§

 “You’re so sure of yourself, Shay, because you’ve managed to get me hard, and my seed flowing again.” He chuckled.

“My love for you did that, Linden.”

“I can’t live without touching your satiny skin.” Linden’s fingers slid down her ass; his sex still buried within her softness, and his seed flowing between them. “And, I can’t live without this, Shay—being inside of your warmth, our bodies as one,” he confessed.

“You don’t have to live without that…us, Linden. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’ll have to give up your job, Shay.”

“It’s just a paycheck,” she grinned back at him.

“Move to Baltimore, Maryland.”

“Done!”

“Marry me!”

“When?”

“Tomorrow?”

“Linden! I need a little more time.”

“Okay, I’m not being realistic. As soon as I can make the arrangements,” Linden stated with certainty.

His thumb teased her full lips.

Their eyes locked. There was so much love in them.

“There’s a ring to match that star pendant. I commissioned the designer to make it: your engagement ring.”

“I’m sure I’ll love it, too.”

Her emotions were rippling.

“Where are my parents?”

“They’ve checked into a hotel.”

“That had to be my father’s suggestion.”

“He wanted to give us some time alone.”

“And my mother went along with that?”

“Yes…eventually, she agreed,” Shay groaned.

The stroking of his fingers sent pleasant jolts throughout her body. Instinctively, her body arched toward him. Linden swelled, and once again stretched her vaginal walls.

“You’re ready for round two, my future wife, Mrs. Linden David Stewart?”

“Shouldn’t you rest?”

“No!”

“We need to inform your doctor on your change in condition. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt
me…
hurt me, sweetheart. I
want
you to hurt me. I can feel your hands stroking my legs, feel your love muscles clenching me, and I’ve never felt better!”

His tongue demanded full surrender, and she met the full force of his passion with an equal force of her own.

Chapter Eleven

Four months later

Shay and Linden were married in a private ceremony on an exceptionally warm October day, in the garden of Linden’s parent’s Virginia home. Shay’s parents were deceased so her two first cousins,
Nia
and Tatiana, escorted her down the aisle toward the redwood gazebo, where Minister Vernon, Linden, and his best man, Chandler, stood.

The leaves were gold, brown, and burnt orange. Her cousins wore tea length satin, teal green dresses. Their matching cropped jackets were edged with black fur. The radiant bride wore a sleeveless, off-white chiffon dress and a white mink jacket, which concealed her delicate condition.

In front of a hundred guests, the bride and groom expressed their unconditional love for one another.

Linden turned to their family and friends and started to share some intimate details of their Caribbean love affair.

“Shay,” Linden said, smiling lovingly down at her as he took her hands within his. “For the past year and a half, I thought all I wanted in my life was to make my father and grandfather proud of me. Being the CEO of Stewart International was an honor to me. It gave me the challenge I needed: working for the family’s business, making it better than when my grandfather started the company. It motivated me to reduce expenses and increase profit. I strived to bring in new business. I love working for the company, but it’s not my whole life. On a business trip, and after landing the biggest deal since I took over the reign of the company, I met a woman. She was breathtakingly-sensuous, and I was mesmerized. She invited me on the dance floor and blew my mind with that luscious body of hers. We danced, I invited her back to my suite, and we spent the
most
amazing seven days together. When I left the island, I knew you were the woman I didn’t know I’d been searching for.”

“I gave you a star diamond pendant and commissioned the designer to make the matching diamond ring—possibly, as an engagement ring. On my way home from the airport I was thinking about you and not on driving my Hummer. I hit a tanker truck and thank God I was alive, but I found myself paralyzed. I thought I had lost you forever.”

“A month later, I was still having a pity-party, until you came to me, and brought me back to life. Shay…you gave me back my manhood—and the ability to walk again. I love you, with all of my heart and soul. I love our baby you carry within your womb,” he declared proudly, and his hands caressed her slightly rounded belly.

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 “And, you hold my heart within the palms of your hands,” Shay whispered, breathless nearly speechless by all he had said.

She gazed into his smoldering eyes, and revealed to him something she had meant to tell him before then.

“St Lucia…I fell in love with the island three years ago. I returned with a man I thought loved me. He disrespected me on the second day of our trip. I’d saved every penny to make that romantic getaway, but I wasn’t going to allow him to spoil the rest of my vacation. I dressed brazenly that evening and went to The Pulse Club.

“You, along with two men, clad in business suits swaggered into the club. After drinking three rum punches, I was bold that night, and I sashayed over to your table, and invited you to dance with me. On the dance floor, I gazed into your eyes, and fell in love for the first time in my life. Not only did I fall in love with your striking violet eyes. I loved your passion, your generosity both in and out of bed, your warm and giving soul, and our baby we created together. There
is
no
me
without
you, Linden,” she said. Tears coursed down her cheeks.

“I love you, sweetheart,” Linden repeated.

He wiped her warm tears away and he kissed her deeply, disregarding the minister and their guests as their passion for one another consumed them.

Nia
and Tatiana wiped their own eyes moved by their cousins’ love for Linden.

Chandler smiled across at his best friend who had
truly
found love on the island of St. Lucia. His eyes raked over Tatiana Edwards’ petite body. She was a strikingly beautiful, passionate woman, and he had every intention of getting to know that passionate side of hers.

Minister Vernon wiped his teary eyes with his hankie, touched by their exchanged. He’d never married a couple more in love with one another, and he cleared his throat for the second time. He was ready to continue with the traditional vows.

Tears of joy slid down Natalie Stewart’s cheeks. She had never seen Linden as happy as he was at that moment. He boldly repeated after Minister Vernon, “With this ring, I promise…” In five months, she’ll be holding her
first
grandchild in her arms, and she and David were counting the days. She thought, as she witnessed the ecstatic couple she fastened her eyes on her husband.

David’s eyes left his son’s to shine upon his wife’s face. Natalie was just as beautiful today, as she had been when they were married over thirty-eight years, ago. In the beginning of their marriage, it had been hard on them. Both Natalie and his parents were against the marriage. They couldn’t possibly believe their white son was in love with an African-American woman, and vice versa, but their love for one another was strong. They didn’t allow their parents’ negativity to stop them from getting married.

After Linden was born, their parents relented and started to visit their home. He knew they wanted to see their grandson, and to be a part of his life. Then, they started to attend Sunday dinners, and on Linden’s first Thanksgiving and Christmas holiday, both of their parents’ showed up with food and gifts as if it had been the norm. His eyes slid over to their mothers. Tears slid down their cheeks, and they were holding hands. David thought he would never see this day. Thank God, his son would have the support of
all
of his family something they didn’t have in the beginning of their marriage. He was a man with wealth, in fairly good health, and had the love of his life sitting right beside him. Life was looking good.

David reached out and took Natalie’s left hand and tenderly kissed her ring finger. Violet eyes sparkling with tears now, gazed down into happy doe colored brown eyes.

Natalie’s tear-filled eyes flamed with desire for her husband of thirty-eight years.

“I love you!” he mouthed.

She squeezed his hands and returned the sentiment.

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Linden’s parent’s wedding gift to the couple was a two-week stay on the island of St. Lucia. They would honeymoon at the Jade Mountain Resort, and in the same suite they fell in love—The Star Infinity Pool Suite.

For eight blissful days, the Stewarts waded up in their suite—making love, dining on the resort’s finest cuisine, and making love again and again, until they
finally
returned to the real world.

That evening, Shay wasn’t feeling nausea, and she wanted to go dancing at The Pulse Club. The striking couple, clad in navy blue and tangerine, had just stepped out of the resort’s elevator, when they were approached by an older, distinguished, looking gentleman.