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You rush over to John and wrap your arm around his waist, but he just groans and shakes his head, “I don’t know what to do! Tell me what to do!”

John laughs through the pain, “I’m having a back spasm.”

“Okay? I don’t care! What do I do?” you ask, holding a butter knife in your left hand. He looks at it and furrows his brow, and you follow his gaze, “I was eating peanut butter and crackers--that doesn’t matter! What do I do?”

“I’m okay,” he says, but the moment he takes a step forward, he winces in pain, “Holy shit!”

You frown as you look at him, “Tell me what to do.”

“A chair,” he says breathlessly, and you rush into the kitchen and grab a chair before walking back to the doorway with it. He clenches his jaw and inhales deeply as he slowly sits down, and you kneel in front of him, watching his every move. “That’s better.”

“I can get the heating pad,” you suggest, and he nods. “Let me make you a spot on the couch, then I’ll help you over.”

John reaches for your hand when you get up, “I’m okay.”

“Nope,” you shake your head firmly, “Don’t do that. Don’t brush it off. You’re hurt. Let me take care of you.”

“I just need to rest for a moment.”

You give him a stern look, “Jonathan, let me take care of you.”

John chuckles as he looks at you, “Fine. Kiss me first.”

A smile spreads across your face as you lean down and kiss him several times, then you cup his face and look into his eyes. He just smirks when you cock up your brow.

“Stay here.”

John huffs out a laugh, “Trust me, I’m goin’ anywhere.”

You quickly rush upstairs and dig through the linen closet in your bathroom, searching for the heating pad. You dig further back, knocking a box of condoms onto the floor; the gold wrappers spill out and scatter across the bathroom floor. You’ll pick those up later. With the heating pad in hand, you grab a pillow from the bed and a blanket, then you head back downstairs.

John looks up from where he’s sitting and smiles, but you yell at him to sit back down when he tries to get up. You get the couch all situated for him, then you walk over and reach for his hands, helping him up from the chair. He groans and winces every few steps, then he exhales and plops down on the couch. You put your finger up and rush into the kitchen to get him some water and ibuprofen, then you walk back out and sit down next to him on the couch.

“What did you knock over in the bathroom?”

You furrow your brow, then you nod, “Oh, a box of condoms.”

John chuckles, “They never get used. We should just throw them away.”

“Take these,” you say, handing John a few pills. “It’ll help your back.”

John takes the pills and knocks them back with some water, then he looks over at you, “What have you been doing this morning and afternoon?”

“Ronan and I went for a walk and picked flowers,” you say, scooting closer to him, “Then we came home and had lunch. She played while I cleaned up, then she went down for a nap.”

“Should be up soon, huh?” he asks, looking at his watch. “Is she still going to your parents’ this weekend?”

You slap your hand to your forehead, “Fuck! I completely forgot about tomorrow night.”

Tess has a few photography pieces on display at a gala this weekend. You wouldn’t miss this for the world, and you and John were both so happy and excited for her. The two of you could really use a nice night out too, so you were thrilled to be going.

“What? We’re not going?”

“You’re not going,” you say, and he scrunches his brows in confusion before you gesture wildly at him lying on the couch. “You can’t even walk 20 feet from the door to the couch. How would you get dressed, drive, and walk around?”

John chuckles, “I can take something for the pain. I’ll feel better in the morning anyway. I just need to rest.”

“John,” you sigh as you look at him.

“I’m fine. I just hurt my back helping Jimmy today.” he says, and you shake your head. “I’ll be fine, baby.”

You shake your head again, “If you think I’m going to let you go--”

“Oh, you’re gonna stop me?”

“No, I would just hope that you’d listen to your wife since she’s fucking concerned for you,” you say, and he closes his eyes, tilting his head back against the couch.

John opens his eyes and turns to look at you, “You’re still going. End of story.”

“I don’t want to go without--”

“You have to go. This is a huge deal for your sister.”

He’s right. This is important, and you’re so proud of Tess. You can’t miss this. She would be so devastated.

“Who will take care of you while I’m gone?”

John reaches over to cup your face, “I’ll be fine. I’ll just be lying right here waiting for you to get home so you can tell me how much fun you had.”

“I don’t like the idea of leaving you here alone when you’re in pain.”

“I’ll have Ronan.”

You sigh, “She can’t stay here. What if something happened to her? You can barely move.”

John looks down, then he nods, “Yeah, you’re right.”

Reaching over, you take his hand and interlace your fingers with his, then you lean your head against his shoulder, rubbing his forearm with your other hand.

“Does it hurt now?”

John shrugs, “It’s okay right now.”

“So you don’t need me to kiss it better?”

“Actually, it hurts. Bad.” he says, nodding his head, “Really, really bad. So bad.”

You start to laugh, “You’re cute.”

A smile spreads across his face before he puckers his lips for a kiss. You lean up and kiss him a few times, then you smile at him and lean your head on his shoulder again.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, and you sit up to look at him. “I ruined this weekend.”

“You didn’t ruin this weekend.”

John frowns slightly as he holds your gaze, and you lean over and kiss him. You move a little closer and rest your forehead against his, then you lean back to look at him.

“Well,” you start to smile, “You can sit here and tell me which dress you think I should wear. I have three different ones. Your back hurts, so you can’t run away.”

John laughs, “I wouldn’t run away. I like when you show me what you bought.”

“I appreciate that, but I know you’re lying,” you say, and he starts to laugh. “No one likes watching their wife try on clothes.”

“I like watching my wife.” he says, and you roll your eyes before getting up from the couch.

Ronan is calling for you from her room, so you quickly go upstairs to grab her. You change her diaper and set her down, and you smile when you hear her yelling for John.

“Daddy!”

“Hi, baby,” John says from the couch, “Daddy can’t come get you. You need to wait for momma.”

You reach for her hand and hold it as you walk down the stairs with her. Once you’re at the bottom, you lift her up and over the baby gate, and she runs over to the couch, climbing onto John’s lap. You grab the snack you had for her in the kitchen and set it on the coffee table before going upstairs to grab your dress options.

The gala’s theme is black tie, which means you needed some very nice dresses. Full-length, evening gowns. You and Tess went shopping, but you couldn’t decide which one you liked the best, so you bought a few. You’ll be returning whichever ones you don’t wear.

“Okay,” you set the dress bags down and hold up one. “I think this is just too…plain for this, so I’m not trying on that one.”

“What if I liked that one?”

You look at him, “You wouldn’t.”

“Well, what if I did?” he says, and you roll your eyes playfully, “Try it on.”

You open the second dress bag and show John, “You’ll like this one.”

“Okay, so try it on.”

The first dress you try on has a V-neckline with spaghetti straps, a sheer paneled bodice, and a flowing layered tulle skirt with a slit up the side to your mid-thigh. It’s a little long, but with some nice heels, it’ll be the perfect length. It’s also John’s favorite color: dark green.

You look yourself over in the mirror, then you step out into the living room where you see John and Ronan sharing apple slices. John looks over and whistles as you walk over to stand in front of him.

“Wow, wow, wow,” he says, nodding his head, “That one. Don’t even try the other one on.”

You start to laugh, “I had a feeling you’d like this one.”

“Keep the other one,” he says, nodding toward it. “I’ll take you somewhere nice and you can wear it.”

“You haven’t even seen the other one.”

He shakes his head, “Don’t need to. I know it looks good on you. Doesn’t momma look pretty?”

Ronan nods as she looks at you, chewing on an apple slice. Kids are so damn honest, so thank God she said yeah. You asked her the other day if you were her best friend, and she said no. John isn’t her best friend either. This week it’s Uncle Jimmy. John was devastated.

“So, this is the one?” you ask, and John nods. Ronan does too. “Okay. I had a feeling you’d like this one.”

“I like that color on you,” he says, and you lean down to kiss him, “Makes your eyes stand out.”

You frown as you sit down next to him, “I’m sad that you won’t be there.”

“You’ll just have to send a lot of pictures,” he says, and you nod. “And eat the food and tell me how good it was.”

Letting out a small sigh, you look at him, “It’s not fun being the third wheel. Tess and Jimmy are going to be so gross and all in love, which is great, but I want to look at pretty art and kiss my husband too.”

“I’m sorry,” he frowns, “I really didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s not your fault.” you say, then you look at him and narrow your eyes, “It’s Jimmy’s.”

John laughs, “Yeah, deck him in the jaw for me.”

“Oh, I will.”

__

“Wow, wow, wow.”

“You said that yesterday.” you laugh as you stand in front of John while you apply your lipstick in a compact mirror. “Is that all you have to say?”

John smiles, “What can I say? I’m speechless.”

“Do I look okay?” you ask after putting your lipstick in your clutch. You smooth your dress down and fix your hair a little, then you look down at the bracelet on your wrist, “I don’t look, like, too over the top, do I?”

“No,” he shakes his head, “You look stunning, my love. I wish I were going with you.”

You frown, “I do too.”

“But I’ll be here waiting for you to get home so you can tell me all about it,” he says, and you smile as you walk over to kiss him.

After putting the heating pad on his back last night, he was able to make it upstairs to sleep in your bed, but this morning he felt stiff again. He called someone--you assume someone from his past--and they were able to get a prescription filled that had some painkillers that would help. One of the side effects is drowsiness, and as soon as he took one earlier, he was zonked out for four hours on the couch. He only just woke up a bit ago.

You look over your shoulder when you see headlights in the driveway, “That’s Jimmy.”

“I wish I could walk you out,” he says, and you pout as you look at him. “I love you. I hope you have fun.”

“I love you too,” you lean down and kiss him a few times, then you hold his gaze, “Don’t you dare try to get up from this couch while I’m gone.”

John laughs, “What if I have to use the bathroom?”

“Pee your pants, I don’t care. I will change you when I get home,” you say as you both laugh. “I love you.”

“Have fun,” he whispers against your lips. “Take pictures, okay?”

You nod as you stand up, then you blow him a kiss before you walk outside and wave at Jimmy, who is standing with the car door open for you. He looks up at the house and waves, since he knows John is definitely watching, then he gets in the car.

“Is he upset?”

You nod, “Very. He was also upset that I told him he can’t keep Ronan while I’m gone.”

“I’m sure he understands why.”

“He does,” you look up at the house as Jimmy backs out of the driveway, “He’s just sad to be alone for the night.”

Deep down, you know John hates being alone on nights like this because it reminds him of being alone after Helen passed away. And knowing that just makes it harder to leave him tonight. It’s only for a few hours and you’ll be back to him, laughing and telling him all about the night, but it still makes you a little sad.

“Well, we’ll take a ton of pictures to show him,” Tess says, and you smile at her.

“Yeah, we will.”

__

The gala is in full swing now. You’ve walked around with Tess as she showed you a few different photography pieces she loves, then you grabbed a glass of champagne. She eventually walked off with Jimmy to introduce herself and network, and you found a hightop table to lean on. You grab your phone from your clutch and open your text thread with John. You send him a picture that you took of yourself earlier in the mirror.

God, you are so beautiful. MY WIFE!

I am your wife!

I’m so lucky. Are you having fun?

It would be so much more fun if you were here.

Are you having a little bit of fun though?

A little. I’m currently at a table by myself though since Tess is trying to network. I kinda wanna come home :( I just wanna lay on the couch with you.

Don’t. Have fun. You don’t need me to have fun.

Yes, I do! You’re my favorite person to have fun with.

You open your front-facing camera and fix your lipstick, then you snap a picture with your lips puckered and send it to John with a heart emoji. He immediately replies with a bunch of heart-eye emojis. Someone clears their throat, and you look up with wide eyes as a man stands in front of you.

“A beautiful woman like yourself shouldn’t be sitting here with her face plastered to her phone.” he says, and you laugh nervously, looking around for Jimmy or Tess. “Hi, I’m--”

“Sorry,” you grab your bag and phone, “I gotta go.”

You quickly walk away and search for Tess, but you don’t see her or Jimmy anywhere. With your luck, they’ve snuck away and are in the bathroom together, which wouldn’t surprise you at all since they’ve been majorly flirting all night, and this is one of their first nights out in a while.

You spot the man who walked over to you at the table, so you quickly duck into the bathroom and hide for the time being. He’s got to get bored and walk away eventually, right?

Wrong!

As soon as you step out of the bathroom, he swoops back in and smiles at you, and you turn and head to your right. He follows behind you, telling you how pretty you are, and you turn around and look at him as he halts.

“I’m not interested,” you say, and he nods, but he doesn’t care.

Telling him that you’re not interested should be enough, but sometimes men only get the hint after another man is mentioned, so you do what you think will work.

You hold up your left hand, “I’m married.”

“Happily?”

“Yes!” you say, and he scoffs. “Please, leave me alone.”

He just stares, “Can I have your number?”

“No!”

You turn around and rush over to a group of people that you don’t know, but you squeeze through and try to get him off your trail. After looking around for a few moments, the man turns around and leaves, and you stay hidden where you are.

“God, I wish John were here.”

__

**

I know that Y/N told me to stay home, but I can’t. I can’t sit here in this quiet house any longer. I know that my family will come back home and we’ll be together, but the longer I sit on the couch, the more anxious I feel.

On top of it all, the last time Y/N was at a museum, it didn’t end up going the smoothest. She was nearly killed, and I had to engage in a side of me that I tried to bury, which resulted in me killing someone right in front of her. I know I’ll never be able to truly bury that side of myself, and thankfully I’m married to someone who understands that. Not only does she understand that, she’s grateful that I don’t. It keeps her and Ronan safe.

I shove my hands in my pockets as I walk into the gala, and I look around the event in search of Y/N, Tess, or Jimmy. I walk past some nice artwork that I wouldn’t mind buying, and I stop for a moment when I see one of Tess’ pieces. It looks like there’s a bid going on, so I write my name down. It would look nice in our office.

“Jonathan!”

I look over my shoulder and smile when I see Bev and Dan walking over. “Hey.”

Bev immediately furrows her brow, “Y/N said you were having some back pain and that you were supposed to be resting.”

“Yeah,” I shrug bashfully, as if I’m being scolded, which I think I might be. “I didn’t want to miss this though. I wanted to be here for Tess. Plus, I really missed my wife.”

“She was just over there,” she says, pointing behind her. “I don’t…see her now.”

I nod, “I’ll run into her eventually. Is this date night for you two?”

“Yes,” Bev smiles at Dan, “It’s nice to get all dressed up sometimes, and what a lovely reason to do that. We’re so proud of Tess.”

“Yeah,” I nod, then I gesture to her art for bid, “She really has an eye for this stuff.”

Dan nods, then he looks at me, “How is your back?”

“It’s better. I took some meds for it today, then I just sat with a heating pad, so it’s feeling better,” I say, and they both nod. “I think one more night of rest will have it feeling much better.”

“John!” Tess smiles as she rushes over and hugs me, “Thanks for coming!”

I hug her back, “Yeah, I’m glad to be here. Congratulations.”

“Y/N was literally just behind me.” she says, looking around. “What the hell?”

I look around in search of her, but I don’t see her anywhere, which honestly worries me much more than it should. I excuse myself so I can look for her. I check around corners and hidden little nooks, then I walk past the bathroom to see if she’s waiting in line--she’s not.

“Where is she?” I whisper to myself, scanning the room. I finally catch a glimpse of her as she walks over to join our family, so I make my way across the room to her.

She’s whispering something to Tess as I get closer, and she widens her eyes when she looks to her left and notices me.

“Jonathan Wick!” she shoves my shoulder as I laugh, “What the fuck are you doing here? I told you to stay home and rest.”

“I’m rested,” I say, gesturing to myself, “I wanted to be here.”

Y/N sighs, then she rolls her eyes, wraps her arm around my neck, and kisses me, “You look very handsome.”

“You look so good,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around her waist to pull her even closer. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

“I should be mad at you,” she whispers, and I smile, nodding my head, “But I am very happy that you’re here.”

I lean down and kiss her, gripping her hips, “I didn’t plan for this, by the way. I just…couldn’t sit in the house any longer.”

“I know,” she reaches up and caresses my cheek, “I know how upsetting that it is for you.”

“I don’t like the silence.”

Y/N chuckles, “You can always turn on the TV.”

“I prefer the sound of you and our baby.” I say, and she juts out her bottom lip before leaning in to kiss me. I slide my hand down further and rest my hand on her ass, “Let’s go look at art.”

We walk around and check out some pieces, and I write my name down on a really nice picture that Y/N loves. We don’t have any confidence in winning any bids, but it’s fun nonetheless. I smile when Y/N clings to my arm, but when I look down at her, I notice her eyes darting around the event.

“Hey,” I turn to her, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she nods, then looks up at me, “I’m okay.”

I furrow my brow in concern, “Are you sure? You look anxious.”

“No, I--”

“Hey, I found you.” a man says, and I look at him. “You left this at the table.”

Y/N looks up at me, then she looks at the man as he hands her a tube of lipstick, “Thanks.”

“So, this is why you’ve been avoiding me.” he says, looking at me. “I see.”

I shake my head, “Who are you?”

“He’s no one,” Y/N says, and I hold her gaze as she has a silent conversation with me. She takes my hand and tugs it, so I wrap my arm around her and lead her off to a quiet corner.

I look over my shoulder to see that the random guy is still looking at us, and I narrow my eyes, giving him a look until he turns around and walks away. I turn back to Y/N and cup her face as she looks up at me.

“What the hell happened in the 30 minutes I wasn’t here?”

Y/N lets out a small laugh, “He’s been following me around this whole time. He came up to me when I was texting you earlier, and I excused myself and hid in the bathroom. I came out, and he was still following me. He’s been trying to get my number, but I told him that I’m married and definitely not interested; he doesn’t care.”

“Well, I’m here now,” I say, looking around the room.

“Are you mad at me?”

I immediately look down at her, “What?”

“Are you mad at me?” she asks again, her eyes wide and sad.

“Why would I be mad at you?”

She shrugs, “Because some guy is flirting with me and wants my number.”

“No,” I laugh as I pull her closer, “I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at him for not taking no for an answer, but I’m not mad at you. Why would you think that?”

Y/N shrugs, wrapping her arms around my waist, “I don’t know.”

“Look, I don’t blame him for wanting your number; you really do look stunning. But after you said you weren’t interested, he should have backed off.” I say, and she nods. “But I’m here now. Nothing is going to happen. I know last time we were at a museum like this…”

“Stop,” she shakes her head and rests her hand against my cheek, “Don’t even think about that.”

I pull her closer, pressing my forehead to hers, “Stick by my side.”

“I will,” she smiles, then leans up to kiss me. “You look so hot.”

I huff out a laugh, “Yeah?”

“Is your back feeling better?” she whispers, and I nod my head, leaning down to kiss her softly. “Good. It might not when we get home though.”

A smile spreads across my face, “Does that mean what I think it means?”

“Yeah,” she nods, holding my gaze, “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.”

__

“I need to get a shave tomorrow,” I say as Y/N rubs her thumb against my beard. “It’s getting long.”

She smiles, “I like it.”

“You always like it when it gets a little longer,” I say, and she smirks. “I wonder why.”

I reach forward and slide my hand up her thigh where her leg is exposed by her dress, and she sucks on her bottom lip and nods. I move my hand up just a little further, but I stop when I look over the top of her head and see her family walking over. She turns around and leans her back against my chest, which I’m grateful for because I was definitely growing hard.

“Someone bought all of my work!” Tess says, beaming wide. “And I made a ton of connections with people, and I even met a girl who I’m going to interview for my studio!”

“I’m so happy for you,” Y/N says, leaning forward to hug her.

People are slowly trickling out of the gala, so I assume we’ll be leaving soon. Y/N reaches for my hand and tugs it, and I follow her as we all walk outside. I parked a few blocks away since I couldn’t find anything closer, but I’m happy to run and get the car while she waits. She says she wants to walk with me. I don’t know how her feet haven’t fallen off with those heels she’s wearing.

We say goodbye to our family and watch as they get into their cars, then we walk hand-in-hand down the street. I lean forward a little to make sure she’s not limping, and she furrows her brow in confusion.

“Don’t your feet hurt?”

She shakes her head, “No, these shoes are very comfy, actually. I could wear them for days.”

“I can carry you,” I say, but she smiles and shakes her head. “Too bad.”

I reach down and lift her into my arms, and she laughs loudly, tilting her head back. She wraps her left arm around my neck and leans up to kiss my cheek as I head for my car. She looks at me and smiles when I meet her gaze, then she leans up and sucks on my neck.

“Fuck, you gotta stop.” I laugh as I reach the car, “Otherwise we won’t make it home.”

I set her down and fix her dress, then I unlock the car door and wait for her to get in. When I look over the top of the car, I see the guy who was following her, just watching us.

“Fuck off!” I yell, but he just stands there. I’m sick of this. I lean down and look at Y/N, “I’ll be right back.”

I walk over to him and clench my fist, but when he realizes that I’m not backing off, he turns and runs with his tail between his legs. I watch as he scurries down the street into a crowd of people, then I turn around and head back to the car.

“What the hell was that about?” Y/N asks when I get in.

“That fucking guy…” I say, whipping the car around to see if I can find out where he went. “He was following us.”

Y/N looks out the window and searches for him, and I spot him running across the street. She points at him, and I step on the gas a little harder.

“John,” she laughs quietly, “Don’t do anything stupid. He’s just a weirdo. We’ll never see him again.”

I nod, “I know, but I want to scare him. I don’t want another Peter situation.”

“He’s not going to stalk us. He doesn’t even know where we live,” she says, and I know she’s right, but I still don’t want to take any chances. “There’s no way in hell he’d figure out that we live in Mill Neck. Plus, he clearly doesn’t recognize you. If he did, surely he wouldn’t be following us.”

“I can’t take that chance, peach.” I say, and she slouches.

I look through the streets and see a group of people running, and I recognize one of them. His name is….fuck, what’s his name? Leon! His name is Leon. I pull the car over and tell Y/N to lock the doors and wait for me, and she nods. I rush over and call out for Leon, and he looks over at me, jerking his head back a little. I notice him slowly reach for his gun, but when I shake my head, he stops.

“See that guy?” I say, pointing across the street.

Leon searches the street, then nods when he locks onto him, “Yeah. Want him dealt with?”

“Not quite,” I say, glancing over at the car where Y/N is nervously chewing on her nail. “He’s been bothering my wife all night. I just need you to scare him.”

“I can do that,” he says, nodding his head.

I nod, “I’ll call the hotel and have some money transferred into your account.”

Leon nods, then reaches out to shake my hand, “Nice seeing you, Mr. Wick.”

“You as well.”

I walk back to the car and smile when Y/N perks up, then I get up and drive down the street, looking over to see Leon disappear down a dark alley.

“Who was that?”

“A guy that--”

Y/N nods, “You worked with?”

“We never worked together, but we knew of each other,” I say, and she looks over her shoulder at him. “I just asked him to scare that guy.”

“Just scare him, right?”

I smile as I look at her, “Yes, just scare him.”

Y/N watches as I take my phone out of my breast pocket, then I dial a number and press the phone to my ear. She furrows her brow in confusion when I look at her.

“Accounts payable,” I say, and she leans forward to look at me. “Leon Esposito. Seven thousand. Thank you.”

“Jonathan!” She slaps her hand over her mouth, “Did you just put a hit out on someone?”

I start to laugh, “No, I did not. I just sent some money to Leon for…helping.”

“You gave him seven thousand dollars for helping?” she asks, and I nod. “I…John, we have a daughter and a house, and two bookstores and cars. We can’t just--”

“It’s okay,” I laugh, reaching over to squeeze her thigh. “Trust me, we’re fine.”

Y/N exhales as she sits back, putting her hand on her forehead. “I’m dizzy.”

I huff out a laugh as I look at her, “You’re so cute.”

“How am I supposed to put up with you?” she asks, and I smile, shrugging my shoulders. “God, I love you. You’re…crazy.”

“He won’t bother you,” I say, and she nods. “Leon will make sure of that--no, he’s not going to kill him.”

Y/N sighs, then she looks over at me, “I will admit…that was very sexy of you.”

I smile, “You think so?”

“I do,” she nods, then she leans up and kisses my neck, “When you get all protective like that, it makes me so wet.”

I grip the steering wheel tightly in my hands when she slides her hand onto the front of my pants, groping me over the fabric as I grow hard. She leans back a little to look at me, and I shake my head slightly when she rubs my thigh.

“I need you,” I whisper, and she bites her bottom lip and nods. “But not here.”

Y/N pouts, “Fine. I guess I can wait.”

I let out a small laugh as I glance at her, and she rolls her eyes and smiles, sitting back in her seat.

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I hum as I kiss down Y/N’s throat, then I move my hands to the zipper on the back of her dress. I hold her gaze as I slowly unzip it, then I push her dress down and it pools at her feet.

“You’re kidding?” I step back and look at her as she smirks. “Sneaky little mouse.”

Y/N slides her hands up her thighs to her waist as she stands in front of me in gorgeous black lingerie. I had no idea that she was even wearing it to begin with. I reach out and grab her, pulling her to my lips as she laughs. I inhale deeply and grip her ass in my hand, then I lean down and kiss her neck again.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” I whisper, and she hums. “I will never be able to keep my hands off you.”

Y/N laughs quietly, “Good. I can’t either. You look so fucking handsome.”

I take off my suit jacket and begin to unbutton my shirt while she removes my tie. She takes the tie and drapes it over her shoulders, and I move it down lower to her waist, tugging it around her and pulling her closer.

“I love you, Jonathan.” she whispers, holding my gaze.

“I love you too,” I reply, and she smiles softly at me, “Lay down.”

Y/N bites her lip and nods her head, then she squeals a little and lays down on the bed. She knows what’s coming. I stand at the foot of the bed and watch as she spreads her legs apart, then I run my hands down her thighs to her center where  I rub my fingers over where she’s aching for me. She flinches a little and laughs when I look at her.

“I’m already sensitive,” she whispers, and I lean down to kiss her.

I slide her underwear down her thighs and toss them aside, then I spread her legs apart again as I lick my lips and kneel down in front of her. I suck and kiss on her thighs before I move down lower, where I flatten my tongue and lick her from top to bottom while she moans. She places her hands on the back of her knees and pulls her legs up to her chest, and I continue eating her out as she moans. I suck on her clit and roll my tongue over it, and she spreads her legs apart and leans up to look at me.

“Fuck, yeah, yeah, yeah,” she nods, then her legs begin to shake, “Fuck!”

She rides out her orgasm as I kiss up her stomach, then I help her take off her bra. She shivers when I lightly brush my fingertips over her nipple, then she smiles at me. I stand up straight and remove my pants and boxers while she holds my heated gaze, then she moves up the bed as I crawl onto it. We both reach for each other and kiss one another deeply, and I slide myself between her legs, moaning softly. She’s so wet and warm for me.

I groan as I push myself in deeper, “Perfect fit.”

“Sure is,” she whispers, sucking my neck. She clings tight to me as I behind to thrust my hips, and she leans back to look at me as I fuck her. “Oh my god.”

“Yeah? Does that feel good?” I ask, and she whimpers as she nods, “You like when I fuck you, don’t you?”

Y/N knits her brows and nods, pleasure taking over, “Yes! Fuck me, John!”

“That’s my pussy, isn’t it? Huh?”

She nods as she slides her hands to my ass, pushing me deeper, “It’s all yours.”

I hold her tight in my arms as she shakes, riding through another orgasm. She leans up to kiss me, then she lightly pushes me so I’ll sit up. She kisses me again, then she rolls over to her stomach and wiggles her ass in my face. I bite her ass lightly, then I press her down to the bed and slot myself between her legs again, immediately thrusting my hips.

“Oh, fuck!” Y/N moans loudly as I roll my hips. “Holy shit, John.”

I slide my hand down her arm and interlace our fingers, then I kiss her shoulder and back. I use my other hand to move her hair so I can suck her neck before sliding my hand underneath her. She spreads her legs apart and moans loudly when I find her clit, rubbing circles on it until she’s whimpering and shaking.

Leaning up, I place my hands on her hips and pull her up to her hands and knees, then I jerk my hips rapidly, filling the room with the sound of my hips against her ass. I look to my left and catch her watching us in the mirrored closet doors, and her eyes roll shut as she lays her upper body down on the bed. She lets out a string of moans and whimpers, and I tilt my head back and squeeze my eyes shut.

“Harder, John! Harder,” she demands, and I hold her tight by her hips, slamming into her.

“Shit, you feel so good.” I say, and she moans, “You’re so fuckin’ wet.”

Y/N sits up again and pulls away from me, then she lays on her back and reaches for me. I slide back between her legs and place both of her ankles on my shoulders, then I lean down until her knees are flush against her chest. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, and she moans into my mouth as our tongues dance.

My cock slips out of her pussy, and I quickly reach down and slot myself back between her legs as her eyes roll shut. I groan loudly, pushing myself deep inside of her, and she grips my biceps and holds my gaze.

“God, you fuck me so well.” she chokes out, then she holds my gaze, “I want you to come inside of me.”

I nod my head, squeezing my eyes shut. She cups my face and smiles when I open my eyes to look at her, then she pulls me down to her lips for a sloppy kiss. My body is beginning to tense up, and I’m almost there. Almost…there.

“Come for me, John,” she whispers, and I groan loudly, beginning to lose control. “Give me every last drop, baby.”

I grab a fist of sheets and moan when she reaches down and begins to play with my balls. I look at her as she bites her bottom lip, massaging me in her hand. She nods her head, encouraging me, and I feel my body tensing up. This is it. It’s coming. I groan loudly, slamming my hips against hers, then I grunt and press my hand to her stomach to keep her in place as I finish inside of her. My eyes are squeezed shut but I just know she has a smile on her face. I can just tell.

“Good job, baby,” she whispers, rubbing my thigh, “So good.”

“Shit…” I exhale, then I look at her as she smiles at me. She slides her hand down between her legs and inserts her fingers into her pussy, coating them, then she sucks them clean. “God, that’s so hot.”

Y/N laughs, pulling me down to her lips, “I love the way it feels when you come inside of me.”

“Me too,” I agree breathlessly, then I kiss her, “Fuck, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I take her hands and pin her to the bed, leaning down and making out with her for a few moments. I rub myself against her and smile when she hums.

“I don’t want to lose you.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she says, laughing as she squeezes my hands, “I can’t; you have me pinned to the bed.”

Letting out a small laugh, I nod, “I can’t lose you, and I can’t take any chances. That’s why I sent Leon after that guy. I don’t want anyone ever to mess with you. I want you to always feel safe, with or without me.”

“I don’t ever want to think about being without you.”

I smile, “I meant when we’re not together physically. We’re always going to be together. You’re the love of my life. I’m not letting you go.”

She wiggles her fingers out of my grip and cups my face, “I’ll be safe. I have you.”

I lean down and kiss her deeply, and she inhales deeply and wraps herself around me. I lay down on top of her as we make out for a few moments, and I smile when she begins to grind against me.

“I need more,” she whispers, and I nod.

“I’ll give you as much as you want. What do you want?”

She reaches down and strokes me, “I want you inside of me again.”

“I need a few minutes,” I say, and she starts to laugh as I roll over onto my back, “Then I’m all yours.”

Y/N sits up and gets off the bed, “I’m getting a snack then, want anything?”

I smile as I watch her walking across our bedroom completely naked, then I shake my head, “I’m good.”

“Suit yourself,” she says, leaning seductively against the doorframe. “I was gonna let you lick ice cream off me, but whatever you say, Mr. Wick.”

I hold her gaze as she leans against the doorframe, then I quickly get off the bed and chase after her as she laughs.

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