Chapter 50

She cried harder and rested her forehead against my chest. "That I wouldn't be enough for you. And if I told you that I loved you, then it made all of this real." She looked up at me. "But now you found me."

I pressed my hand against her cheek. "Of course, I found you. I will always find you, Ophelia. As long as you want me to."

"I want this to be real, Lorenzo. I'm just scared."

"Are you kidding me? You don't think I'm fucking terrified? Cecilia stubs her toe, and I almost have a fucking heart attack."

She laughed and wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

"I will be by your side through all of this," I said. "Terrified, happy, in love. All of it. I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere. Because you are more than enough for me."

Her tears were streaming faster, and as she laughed through her smile, I couldn't stop myself. I leaned down and kissed her, tasting the saltiness of her tears. She tightened her arms around me, her tongue massaging mine, hungry and passionate. When she leaned back, there was a softness, a vulnerability in her eyes that I'd never seen before.

"I love you, Lorenzo. I love you, so much." Then she leaned back and smiled at me. “Lorenzo, I’m pregnant.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes,” she gasped, tears filling her eyes again.

I could have died right then and there, but I would have been the happiest person alive. Instead, I kissed her again, overwhelmed by my luck.

As our tongues met, the passion was immediate and sudden. I needed her, I craved her, I had to be inside her.

Lifting her into the air, I carried her to the bed. She was already removing her shirt, dropping it on the floor. She was not wearing a bra, and my lips gravitated to her breasts immediately.

“Oh, Lorenzo, please, I want you.”

“Yes, baby.”

I laid her down and yanked her pants down her hips, removing her panties with them. Sliding her legs apart, I lapped at her pussy with my tongue, curling it around her clit.

Her legs wrapped around my back, tightening around my neck as she pulled my face closer to hers.

“Oh, Lorenzo,” she moaned. “I need you inside me right now.”

I was more than happy to oblige, my dick already throbbing in my pants. I ripped off my boxers, freeing my cock as I crawled above her, my mouth finding hers and kissing it hard. Her tongue swirled around mine, tasting her own juices, and the thought made me harder.

Her fingers grazed my face and she whispered, “You are amazing.”

It was the moment I would have told her that she was beautiful, like I had every time we were together. But this time, she did it for me. She somehow had the power to make me feel special.

I barely had to hold my cock to help it enter her opening—we were that magnetized to each other now. I needed her more than I ever had in our entire life together.

In the past and in the present, and hopefully in our future, this was a moment I’d hoped I would never forget.The moment I knew that her love for me mirrored my love for her.

Her pussy tightened around me, my cock hardening, and we moved in a rhythm I’d never experienced with her before. It was exhilarating. I didn’t realize I’d come, because every moment inside her felt like an orgasm on repeat.

Time became suspended, and the moment lasted forever. Love—the word and the feeling—lasted for an eternal second that would live on forever in my heart.

Three months later

It was our normal Sunday lunch. As we gathered at Cecilia's favorite restaurant, my heart pounded in my chest. We were waiting for dessert, and for Ophelia to return from the restroom, when Alistair's eyes flicked to the TV.

"Holy shit," he whispered.

"Uncle Alistair!" Cecilia hissed.

Mickey's jaw dropped. "Well, if that's not going to make my day."

I twisted in my chair to look at the breaking news story. Jonathan Calamari in handcuffs being escorted out of his apartment to the local Boston jail. I couldn't even contain my laugh. "Well, that's fortunate timing," I grinned.

Alistair's eyes burst open, and he cleared his throat. "Speaking of timing."

I spun around in my chair as Ophelia approached our table in the back. She was glowing, her smile widening as she sat down beside me. "Did you see? He got arrested."

Pressing my lips together, I grinned. "Guess those scandalous videos did their job."

She gave me a sly smirk and squeezed my knee under the table. We'd agreed it would be her last hacking job, one with a motive that went beyond money. This was about sealing Jonathan's fate and putting him where he belonged. The last thing Quinton gave us before he disappeared off the grid forever.It couldn't have been more fitting.

The server appeared with Cecilia's usual dessert, setting the ice cream sundae in front of her.

"Yum," Ophelia said, grinning.

"Do you want a bite, mommy?" she asked.

"I'm okay, honey."

Cecilia slid the sundae sideways to her mom. "No, I think this is for you, mom."

Beside me, Alistair and Mickey clenched their jaws, their smiles too obvious.

Ophelia glanced around the table. "Why are you all smiling like that? You're acting weird."

"Mom," Cecilia grinned, pointing at the dessert. "I think you should eat the sundae."

Ophelia's brow furrowed as she looked at the dessert and then did a double take. On the edge of the plate was the diamond engagement ring Cecilia had helped me pick out. Ophelia gasped, touching her face.

Choking back tears, I plucked the ring off the plate and bent down onto one knee. "Ophelia Wellington? You're my best friend, the mother of my child, and the love of my life. Will you do me the honor of making me your husband?"

Ophelia gave a ferocious nod, laughing through the tears that spilled down her cheeks. "Yes, yes!"

"Yay!" Cecilia shouted, jumping up on her chair.

Alistair and Mickey cheered, hugging each other. Applause broke out in the restaurant as I slid the diamond on Ophelia 's left finger.

She took my hand and helped me to my feet, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me. "I love you, Lorenzo, so much. I'm so lucky."

I lifted her off the ground, squeezing her. "Are you kidding me? I'm the lucky one. I love you, baby."