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Obediently, greedily, her gaze dropped. The head of him was now glossy and slick with her juices. He eased just the tip into her before withdrawing, only to do it again. Hunger roared, the ache desperate.
The air felt hot, it was hard to catch and draw into her lungs. Her head felt leaden. She wanted to lie back and be taken, to have him thrust as deep as he could go.
“Stefan…”
He couldn’t miss her need. “You okay?”
“Yes.” Oh, yes.
But he teased her more, entering just a little and then pulling away, then a little more and she grew hotter and wetter, incredibly turned on by the sight as well as the sensation of them joining.
“Please.” A tiny, desperate whisper.
His muscles flexed and inch by slow sweet inch he pulled her from the desk and onto him. Instinctively she curled her arms and legs around him as he took her weight in his hands. She looked right into his eyes as she reached his hilt, unable to speak, drowning in the sensation and in the melting darkness of his eyes.
He lowered his head and kissed her. She could hardly kiss him back for the unstoppable moans of delight sliding from her throat.
And then he walked.
She quivered against him as, supported in his arms, she succumbed completely to sensation. He paused three steps in to emphasize his possession, his hands gently rocking her against him. Two steps later he stopped again, just to lean her back against the wall, and thrust harder into her, his actions fuelled by her broken whispers.
Finally they were on his office couch. Despite him carrying her, him doing all the work, she was breathless, crying as unbearable ecstasy shattered her once more.
“Oh Stefan…I can’t take any more.”
The full weight of him came onto her. “But, Alana, we've only just started,” he kissed her, “I intend to seduce you completely. Thoroughly. Until you want nothing else but for me to be your man forever,”
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Stefan would have laughed in the face of anyone who months ago would have said he’d be changing a diaper and getting ready to spend the entire day at home. It just wasn’t his scene—or it hadn’t been. But today with the homey smell of the delicious meal wafting through Alana's house and his daughter chattering at him as he dressed her, Stefan felt like he was in the only place he should be.
“I think we should live together,” he said when Alana entered the room.
She looked stunned for a moment, her mouth dropping open, her big, green eyes going even wider than usual. “What do you mean?”
“Exactly what I said,” Stefan replied.
“You're serious,”
“Yeah, I am.” He glanced around the small living room. You could have dropped two entire houses the size of hers into the house he'd been looking to buy, and yet there was something here that he knew would be lacking if he got that place, despite the luxury. Something he lacked already when he left every night to his hotel.
Here, he told himself, she’d made a home. For her and their daughter. A home he wanted to be a part of and had no intention of leaving when he was in.
“That’s crazy.”
“Not at all,” he said tightly, his gaze boring into hers. “Isn't this why we started this relationship after all? To decide if marriage would be right for us. Well, think of this as part of the experiment. We would be living together once we get married, so why don't we try and see how it goes now. Plus, I'd be easier for us and Juliana. I hate it when she's tucked in every night and I have to leave and return the next day. I wanna be here when she wakes up, Alana. I want to be a real father,” He stood and reached for her, “I want to be here when you wake up too, baby,”
She chewed at her bottom lip, folded her arms over her chest as if she were trying to hold herself together, “Isn't that going too fast?” she asked.
Stefan shrugged, “We have a child, Alana. I don't think living together is a move that's too fast for us. Besides, we get along, don't we? It's been amazing so far, hasn't it?
Suddenly wanting all the attention back on her, Juliana began to cry. Stefan glanced down at her. Her tiny face was scrunched up as fat tears ran down her little cheeks. He threw a panicked look at Alana, who only shook her head.
“You said you want to be a ‘real father’?” She waved a hand at Juliana, whose cries had now reached an ear-splitting range as she thrashed and kicked and waved her little arms furiously. She looked like she was enjoying the look on his face, “Well go ahead.”
Then, while he watched her, she scooped up the stack of freshly folded baby clothes and walked off down to the bedroom, leaving him alone with his frantic daughter.
“Great,” Stefan muttered as he dropped to his knees in front of Juliana, “This is just going great. Good job, Stefan. Way to go. Great way to bring up the topic,”
He dropped to his knees, jiggled the bouncy seat and pleaded with Juliana to be quiet. She did after a while. All she'd wanted was his attention but by the end of the afternoon, Stefan was on the ragged edge and Alana was enjoying the show.
He’d fed Juliana, bathed her—which was entertainment enough that she wished she’d videoed the whole thing— and now as he was trying to get her dressed. Alana stood in the doorway, silently watching with a delighted smile on her face.
“Come on, Juliana,” Stefan pleaded. “Just let me get this overall on and then we’ll—” He stopped, sniffed the air, then turned a horrified look from Alana back on their daughter. “Did you?” He sniffed again. “You did, didn’t you? And I just put that diaper on you.”
Alana slapped one hand over her mouth and tried not to burst into laughter. Still, she didn’t offer to help.
He hadn’t asked for any, and Alana thought it was only fair that he get a real idea of what her days were like when he wasn't around or Diana wasn't around. What it'd be like if he lived here as he'd suggested.
“Fine,” he said with a tired sigh, “I’ll get your shirt, but first we've got to do something about that before we asphyxiate.”