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***Gavin's POV***

"Daddy, I need to go to Opua's house." I inform Alexei.

"That can be arranged. Is there something I can help you with?" Alexei wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into his chest with my back against his heartbeat.

"Yes, you can stay out of it." I inform him as I stare at him happily.

"I trust you. Have you spoken with anyone? Are they home?" Alexei questions me. He needs to be at work soon either way. This won't cut into our time. I really need to talk to his family.

"I did. Mama said they would be there all day. She invited me to come to eat and spend time. I figured you could take me before work and pick me up after you get off. Is that okay with you?" I lean up kissing him softly. I don't want him to get any wrong ideas. I definitely don't want him to get any right ideas. It would be best if he didn't have any idea at all of what I am doing.

"I will need to leave in one hour. Is that enough time for you. I can call the office if I need to be late." Alexei offers gently. I love how much he loves me. I adore how he tries his best to fit me into all the spaces in his life.

"Plenty. Too much, actually. I do have one issue you are particularly good at helping with." I state with a hint of excitement in my voice.

"Anything for you, Kitten." Alexei smiles, not realizing he is already behind the eight ball.

I spin in his arms, placing my knees on his thighs and look down on him much like that first time I ever felt his hands on my body. That first day, at the hospital, the day when lies were formed and decisions had been made. That day was the beginning of my undoing.

I knew from the very moment he turned me down for information that I was going to find a way to tunnel into his heart and build myself a permanent residence. It doesn't take a genius, which I am, to see a blessing fall underneath your lap. Alexei Edgar Carson swept into that hospital on a mission to save his friend and ended up on one to destroy my idea of what life was supposed to be.

I thought I had my shit as together as it could be given my station in life. I was set to come back to the States, hull up with my friends in a hotel for a few weeks and eventually land myself a job. I didn't have much to my name, but I had intention, ambition and motivation. I wanted to be somebody that could help anybody. I wanted to save others because I knew there was no way to save myself.

I had long ago come to the realization that fate had played me a shitty hand. I had accepted the deck, accepted the loss and was ready to make the best of what I could while I could. I had doubts I would be around long. With my track record I assumed fate planned on taking me out in some ordinary manner way too early.

It would track. I would probably die in a car crash or fall asleep and never wake up. I figured I had a boring death coming. Fate wouldn't even let me shine on my way out the door.

Fate had a trick up her sleeve. Enter The Sebastain Royals, still Fucking Swoon. Ripped Carpenter Jesus in his leather sandals had stopped by to pour an ounce of favor in my direction. I literally thought I had peaked in my career. Not many people run across a celebrity in their lifetime. Not many of those people have real conversations with those celebrities. I was on cloud damn nine, or ten. I think I ascended to another dimension.

I was emphatically mistaken. Heaven was waiting a walk away. I just needed to be in the right place at the right time with the wrong attitude. I always pack a little sass in my back pocket, for special occasions. The day I formally met Alexei, I pulled out the entire damn hoard and used it in one fell swoop.

I never lacked gall or audacity, call it what you want. I could fake self-confidence better than photoshop faked hour-glass figures. I am a queen so by nature the dramatics came to me easily. I have a touch of the drama deep in my bones and had no issues feinting a good game of steel nerves for that encounter.

Alexei Carson destroyed all my hopes for pretending in one word. Just one. Okay.

He gave me trust when I had not earned it. He offered me a moment to lead when he had no reason to believe that I had a direction. He opened a door that I hadn't even realized was there let alone had been shut behind a wall of my past.

I didn't trust other people. I had friends and that is completely different all by itself. You can give parts of yourself to different people while holding other parts sacred and secret. I had become a master at doing so. Nobody knew me. They thought they did. I barely knew me.

I created an entire human in one summer in Italy. I went from being a student who busted his bubble butt everyday to fly through high-school and college, who didn't speak to others unless it was completely necessary and who hid in corners of coffee shops to study to being the loudest in every room.

Italy did something to me. Not knowing anyone but the girls from college was a blessing. I was able to redesign myself. I was able to be somebody I had only hoped to be, and I was able to finally realize that I like who I was becoming.

I came out of my shell. I came a lot. I lost my virginity. I lost my mind. Eventually, Italy lead me to lose my heart but it just tethered to another soul and here we are.

One day, it just takes one day and suddenly everything that ever held you back is moving forward. Onward. I went from knowing nothing of how I was going to make an imprint on this world to being the center of person's entire world. That is a feeling that no one can describe. That is a goal you do not think to ascertain. It's something magical and it fills you with a pride that you didn't know could exist.

Alexei Carson may have let me build a home inside of his soul, but he built a world inside of mine. He opened my eyes, shut them, reopened them and flipped me sideways before making everything that was so fucked up in my life seem a small price to pay. I went from hoping I die a somewhat memorable death to praying I lived forever, beside Alexei.

"Kitten. You are somewhere far away." Alexei calls out to me as I try to drag myself from the past.

"Remembering." I whisper as I take a long look at his brown eyes. God, those eyes. They hold everything. They are portals to Alexei. They are a window into an ethereal being that breathes for me. I breathe for him.

"What did you forget?" Alexei questions as he pulls me closer, holding me like I was made to fit in the space between his arms.

"To say thank you." I admit as I push forward and kiss Alexei's lips tenderly.

His hands do that thing where they travel my body, leaving a wake of warmth that seeps into my flesh. He pushes his fingertips into my hair while his arm snakes around me and holds me against his chest. His lips take mine with a devotion that could only be described as an obsessive song of absolute worship. I moan into the perfection of his mouth. He turns me around, spins me, flips me and makes me inside-out with his touch.

"What was it I could do for you?" Alexei asks with eyes blown, lust pooled and flooding with promises of taking care of each of my needs.

"Make love to me." I ask. The need to have him fill me, to complete me is a desire that is never satisfied. Right now, it is consuming me.

"Gladly." Alexei slides my shirt off my body before laying me down on the bed. My bottoms fall away before his unclothed form is completely covering me. He hovers over me, sliding his hand behind my back and letting the other hand sweep his fingers across my cheek.

"I love you." I tell him for whatever time this may be. Probably I have said it thousands of times before. Each time I mean it. Each time the confession weighs more than the last. My love for him multiplies each moment.

"I love you, my joy. With everything in me, I love you." Alexei punctuates his words with his searing kiss.

His lips are molten lava against my lips. His skin is warm as it slides across my flesh. His hands are tender but pack a devastating blow as they imprint with their touch. Everything he does to me is so fucking impactful. He is profound. He is beautiful. He is mine.

"You're magnificent. Holy." I breathe out as his lips part from mine leaving heat and chills at the exact same time.

"Only for you." Alexei confesses as if the entire world doesn't get the majesty of his being. It's just mine. Only mine. He reserves his perfection for me alone.

"I need you." I announce. I need to feel him connect with me.

Without a word he slides inside of me. His hands dance on my skin as he places kisses to my jaw, my neck and my shoulder. He plunders my hair and holds me close while his hips push and pull against my center. I can feel him inside of me reminding me that together is where we are supposed to be.

"Daddy?" I whimper out the word because I want him to hear how he breaks me into tiny little pieces while pushing me back together all at once.

"Yes, Love." He questions with worry automatically saturating those beautiful chocolate brown orbs.

"I just." I try to think of what it is that needed to be said. The way he looks at me causes a malfunction. I momentarily lost my train of thought. I reach my hands around his neck and pull roughly bringing his lips to crash down on my own. I moan. I slide my tongue down his throat and groan as my body begins to climb to peaks where I know I will be falling from.

"Fuck." Alexei harshly coughs out when he is able to detach from my vulturous lips. His hips push deeper, moving my muscles to the side and he finds a place in me that is familiar.

"Oh. Shit." I breathe out with eyes rolling and back arching into his chest.

"That's a good boy." Alexei chuckles. His laughter spills across my lips as my breath hitches, gets caught in my damn throat and his dick punctures my prostate yet again.

"Why do you do these things? I ask as rock with him, teasing myself on his cock.

"To watch you melt." His answer is soft, confident and a warning. I heed warnings when they fall from Daddy's lips. He is not a liar. I will melt, puddle and disappear into a land that isn't occupied by rationality.

"Thank you." I groan while my body starts to tremble.

"Not yet." His growl is low and threatening in my ear. He nibbles my neck and spikes his dick into my space making me scream against his hair.

"DADDY. I. DON'T." I cry out not meaning it at all.

"I will." He is in a dark space that I love for him to occupy.

His fingers inch toward my neck and his hand clamps down. I feel his flesh press against me as the blood flow begins to slow down. He grips my hip with his nails biting into my muscle and I already know I need to grab something to keep me stable. I throw my hands to his shoulders and hold on for my life.

His body shifts. Daddy is on top of me with his chest heaving and his eyes are dancing with desire and delight. His expression is triumphant, a prelude to his achievement.

He pulls away from my center with his hips and sends himself forward. I don't move an inch as all his energy is transferred from his cock into my walls. I scream out in ecstasy.

"Fuck. Daddy. You." I don't know what I mean to say. Was I telling him fuck you? I love you? Don't stop? Everything. I am telling him it all.

"I love when you take me, Angel." His words are a gritty praise of approval.

As his hips flex and bow above me, my mind becomes a mess of wires. I don't know what to say or what to do. My lips move and before I can stop myself or tell myself to shut the fuck up the words are out of my mouth. I regret them.

"HARDER!" I groan out. Oops.

Daddy must have been confused because he snatches my hair harder, pins me down harder, choking me deeper and then plows through me with thrusts meant to push me out of the penthouse. My body aches and my heart beats fast wondering why the hell I asked for this. Because I needed it.

He isn't just going harder. He is absolutely obliterating me. I fucking love it.

"Feel that?" Alexei groans as his chest inflates and sweat beads down his forehead. "Do you feel how fucking much I love you?"

His words are rough and filled with adoration. They come out harsh like a threat. I love them.

"Yes, Daddy. I love you. I love you so much." I can't move so I speak. I want him to know that I am in love with him. That's all. Just that.

He stops talking and I worry. Quiet Daddy is powerful Daddy. He proves it. Somehow, he finds more strength to give me. His cock lodges in my back, dislodges, spikes and moves. My breath gets caught. I gasp. My hole burns and aches. My legs throw themselves around his waist and my hips start thrusting without my permission.

"Dirty boy likes Daddy's cock." Alexei is in a different headspace and I am benefiting greatly.

"I do. I love your dick." I confess. It isn't a secret. I want him to know.

"If you love me, cum for me." Alexei growls out.

What am I supposed to do with that?

He continues destroying me, knocking down my walls the same way he is knocking down the pictures off our walls. I hear shit falling on the ground making my eyes roll as he breaks my body in half. I am caught somewhere between hell and heaven. The pain is turning me on, and I am on the peak of the mountain about to throw myself over the edge.

He twists his hips and I fall. Over. My body complies. I shake from head to toe with his name caught on my tongue and my oxygen gone. I sputter for breath as my dick convulses. Hot cum splashes against my stomach and my ass breathes around his cock. I feel him jerk inside of me before wet heat floods into me, filling me full.

"I love you." I breathe out when my dick throws itself down in a fit.

"I know, Baby. I love you, too." Alexei leans down soothing my neck with his kiss. He lightly feathers his fingers through my sore scalp. Then he presses gentle kisses upon my lips.

"You're going to be late for work." I groan. That was not my intention.

"No. We are going to hurry." Alexei pulls me with him as he scrambles off the bed. He rushes through the shower, somehow finding time to hold me and wash me. He kisses me softly, depositing me on the bed as he hands me my clothes.

I do not want Daddy late for work. The friends there give him mortal hell. He loves it. I don't. He is too professional to deal with that because his heart can't stand to be without his touch in the mornings. I try and succeed to get dressed as quickly as possible.

"I can just take the bus." I finally realize he doesn't have to waste his time driving me to Opua's. I can be self-sufficient.

"I will drive. You do remember I own the place. I am never actually late. I have a meeting at ten. As long as I am there by that time, I am perfectly okay." Alexei smiles before pulling me into his arms. I wrap my arms around him, loving the way he loves me.

As we are heading to my future in-laws home when a thought occurs to me. I can be self-sufficient. Sometimes. On rare occasions. I can make it possible to get myself to and from places if I would choose to.

"Daddy. I think it's time I get a driver's license." I inform Alexei.

"Finally." Alexei chuckles. He flashes a grin my way, so I slap him across the shoulder before giggling.

"Are you tired of being my chauffeur?" I ask with no real belief in my words.

"I am not. Never. However, it would be easier for you if you could hop in a vehicle and run an errand once in a while. You may like having a little freedom." Alexei reminds me. "You could show up at my office every once in a while. Break in my desk."

"Oh. My. GOD." I yell out in irritation.

"What is it, Kitten?" Alexei asks with amusement in his voice.

"I have wasted so much time. I could have been having lunch sex." I am utterly destroyed by my lack of self-sufficiency.

"We can run down to the DMV whenever you're ready." Alexei offers with a smirk.

"Tomorrow. I will cram tonight." I promise. I want lunch sex more than anything right now.

"Should have known the key was my dick." Alexei laughs out as he turns towards Long Island.

"You really should have. Your bad." I co-sign his appraisal.

"So far it has gotten me engaged, a wedding and now a driver's license. I wonder what else I can milk out of this thing." Alexei states alerting me that he is in a particularly playful mood today.

"I like when you are playful." I admit. I turn toward him, sliding my hand down his arm and running my fingers across his lap until I am massaging his cock.

"What are you doing?" Alexei's breath hitches. I smile. I have the magic touch.

"Reminding myself of my motivation." I whisper. I am.

"I wonder if any other human is jealous of their own cock?" Alexei grumbles making me squeal in laughter. He is a fucking mess this morning.

"What do have to be jealous over?" I ask with amusement lacing every word. I squeeze my favorite appendage to remind him of my joy that is attached to it.

"I think you like it more than me. You would marry it if you could." Alexei lies through his gorgeous teeth.

"Jealousy looks sexy on you, Daddy." I whisper while I squirm under my seatbelt. He is singularly the hottest man on the planet. The way my body responds to him should be illegal.

"You didn't answer my question." Alexei growls. I giggle again. I love, love, love jealous Daddy.

"I will marry it. When I slip that ring on your finger I can put a ring on it too." I promise him. "A cock ring." I offer.

"Well, if you are going to put it that way." Alexei cuts his eyes at me turning my insides into knots as my dick jumps for joy.

"But. To answer your question, I don't love anything or anyone more than you." I shake my head. I would not be pleased but if something happened to his dick, God forbid, I would still want Alexei.

"You are just trying to get in my pants with those sweet nothings." Alexei accuses. He reaches his hand over gripping my junk in his hold. He squeezes causing me to groan in pleasure.

"I'm not. I will. I'm not." I disagree. I love Daddy for him. His dick is just a huge, literally huge, bonus.

"Good thing." Alexei laughs as he pulls into the driveway of his parent's home.

"Why is that?" I ask with a failing smile. I wasn't ready for our time together to end.

"We made it." Alexei parks, spanning his hand in front of him to prove that we are indeed about to part.