One year later
"You know I'm a prince charming," Elijah said.
"How are you prince charming?" Dime asked. They were lying in their living room, completely naked, and the only light that came was from all of the candles around them.
Pressing his hands against her rounded stomach, Elijah smiled, kissing her temple. "I found you, the penniless wench, and turned you into a princess."
The sound of her laughter filled the air, and he tilted her head back, kissing her lips. She moaned, and he swallowed that sound as well. "You drive me crazy," she said.
"Not nearly as crazy as you do."
That night she'd been trapped on the elevator he'd taken them straight to Vegas and married her. He'd broken convention; no pre-nup, no big wedding, no fake friends there. It had been him, Dime , and a couple of witnesses. That had been all, and to this day it was the best thing he'd ever done.
From that moment, he'd made sure to take her without a condom. Every chance he got he'd fucked her, wanting them to start a family. He wanted to see every single part of her body all the time.
He moved his hands up from her stomach to cup her tits.
"Your mind is always in the gutter," she said, arching up.
"Then that makes both of us. I can't get enough of your curvy body."
She tilted her head back. "You don't think it's fat?"
"No, I think you're perfect, and I wouldn't have it any other way." He'd lured her into this room, playing music, and reminding her exactly how much he loved watching her strip.
His wife she may be, but in their house, she had promised to love, honor, cherish, and to strip for him. He intended to keep her to her own word. After all, he'd promised the same, and now instead of watching, they danced for each other.
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