I love you. The words rolled through my head over and over as I padded silently through the living room and into the bathroom. The words had fell from my cautious lips before I had really given them much conscious thought, but still I know without a doubt I had never spoken more honest words in my entire life. I loved him. Studying my sleepy looking features in the small mirror, I contemplated this whole situation.  How this could play out over time, how long could we really have.

"I'm in love with a married man." I mumbled those words as the reflection of my features wrinkled slightly at the words I never thought I'd say. The words I thought surely should make me feel bad, words that should make me judge what I was doing, yet I watched my face as my lips lifted in a soft grin. Prince made me happy, the mere thought of how I felt for him making me smile.  The mere thought of the petite man, who seemed to wield nothing but pure power and strength, sleeping silently in my average bed made my mind run wild and my heart thump louder than ever against my chest. Turning away from the mirror I padded over to the tub, turning the shower on and pulling the curtain closed allowing the water to warm up. The image of his firm, bare body laying under the sheet just a few doors away filled my mind as I peeled my robe off.

Stepping under the spray of the steaming water I felt the stress of yesterday start to fade. My tight muscles starting to unwind with the steady beat of the water. My lungs finally letting out the loud remnants of a breath it felt like I'd been holding since I first answered that phone. Her voice had shocked me at first, nearly made my heart stop, but all she left me with was the taste of the bitter, angry, hurtful woman she really is. Her actions made me hurt for him, for the gentle person I know him to be. It only strengthened my resolve to be the person he deserves.

Strong, agile fingers gripped my hips while his silent body molded against my back. Solid thighs pressed against the back of mine, the soft hair of his chest brushing across my back, his painfully firm arousal nestled between the globes of my ass as soft lips landed wet kisses along the line of my trembling left shoulder, my head dropping to the right and lolling back against him. My curious hands traveling behind me, gently grabbing the sharp ridges of his defined hips. Hungry lips worked carefully along the column of my neck, a hot tornado of lips and tongue feeding on the taste of my skin, his dark stubble raking over my sensitive flesh. Hands quickly moving up my body, calloused fingers wrapping around my breasts harshly, squeezing hard enough to to make me gasp and my core tighten in anticipation as his hips rolled against my ass. My mouth opening, words escaping me as a desperate plea.

"Prince wha..." words completely failing me as his strong, hairy leg pushed between my thighs, forcefully widening my stance. His rigid heat lining up with my dripping core. Words mumbled between nips along the back of my neck as he nuzzled amongst my hair while he moved teasingly against my opening.  The pressure of his chest forced against me, leaning me forward nearly imperceptibly.

"No words little mama." His hot tip pressing slowly, a silent gasp passing over my lips as I felt the familiar stretch to accommodate him. Hands leaving my breasts, urgently seeking my hips and pulling me back fiercely, filling me, completing me. My hands steadying myself against the warm shower wall as his deep thrusts took on a life of their own.  Fingers wrenching hard against the soft skin on my hips pulling me back against each violent thrust. Sharp hip bones feeling as though they would easily leave bruises against the curve of my ass, making me feel this for days to come. The shower echoed with the sound of his grunts, the only noise the animal within him was capable of making, and my loud gasping breaths. The knot of ecstasy twisted tighter and tighter in my stomach the harder he pushed, the sensual brutality of his movements body causing every inch of my body to tingle.  His right hand leaving my hip, leaving being the imprint of his grasp, while his fingers sought and found my sensitive mound, aching to be touched.  A jolt of electricity shot through me, making my back arch involuntarily, as he drew tight circles around that tender nub.

"I want you. . uh" hoarse sounding words coming out between grunts "to cum when I say." he growled against my neck before running his tongue up my skin, stopping to bite my earlobe. My only answer a soft mewling cry as he tapped softly with two fingers at my clit. The dominance in his words, in his actions only arousing me further. Thrust after deep thrust, his engorged tip striking at just the right spot again and again and again. My legs trembling as his thrusts started to become erratic, loosing the beat just slightly. Two fingers tapped against those nerves again slightly harder, the tension in my core coiling. Another tap, hard enough to hear the slap against my wet folds this time, ripping a sensual groan from me. "Fuck mama. . ." everything about his body, his movements told me he was on the verge, teetering at his own precipice, but I was too far gone to care as the familiar knot of heated tension threatened to unravel at any second. "Cum for me Syndey." two warm calloused fingers slapped hard at my clit and that knot exploded in sheer erotic bliss.  Waves after wave of orgasmic energy passing over my body as my walls wrenched down on him, pulling him in tight to where my body felt he belonged. Muscles gripping down tight on him in a pulsating motion as I felt him pour into me again. The mere sensation of his essence filling me causing another round of pleasure to surge through my already spent body as he continued to lazily circle my clit with his fingers while he rode out his climax. His breath came in rough pants, the warm air passing over my shoulder as his body finally stilled.  We stood there for a few minutes, until his cock finally softened and slipped out of me, along with a trail of cum that slid down the inside of the thigh. He waited, body still pressed firm to mine, as though he thought there was something to be said about what had happened, again.  This was certainly not the 'being safer' we had talked about, but we were adults and I no longer cared.

"I love you." the words finally tumbling over my lips as he turned me in his arms and began washing me. Soft, gentle lips landed on mine in a lingering kiss.

"I love you too Sydney." he mumbled against my lips as our lips continued.  We washed each other in silence after that.  Each taking care to make sure the other was thoroughly cleaned and ready to meet the day. A while later, we were back in my modest bedroom, I'd already settled  into a pair of black leggings and a purple flowing top that exposed a fair amount of cleavage. I was sitting on my bed, looking at my toes that desperately needed to be repainted, as he silently dressed.

"I wanna see the contract." my words seem to come out of nowhere, and they were firm, but I couldn't seem to bring my eyes up to his.  My peripheral vision told me he was only wearing a pair of black pants, no shirt and still bare footed, as he turned to look at me without a single word. I waited what felt like hours, he was looking me over, and not a single sound filled the space between us.  After some time his hand finally reached for mine, fingers entwining as he pulled me to my feet. with a steadying breath I dared to look up, his eyes studying mine, but the emotion in his gaze was confusing. He looked somewhere between pained and apologetic, but before I could ask he pulled me over to the computer desk opposite the small bed.  He sat casually in the cheap black, high backed computer chair that had seen better days and pulled me down to sit on his lap. 

"Log us online mama." words soft as he placed my hands along the black keyboard. His hands rubbed soothingly over my thighs as he waited for the login to finish, the loud screeching of the online service connecting finally halting. His right hand leaving me, he navigated to the log on for his email account, completing his username and password rather clumsily with the single hand before his inbox came into sight. He silently went to a folder titled WEDDING STUFF and double clicked on an email titled "Executed Contract". The file opened and I was met with a 20 page document clearly written by an attorney.  My eyebrows raised, part of me had thought the contract was a joke, or if it was real it was a simple document of his own construction. His hand returned to my thigh, rubbing against the tight fitting leggings calmingly. "I wasn't lying Sydney," I could hear the smile in his words as though he had somehow been reading my mind, "and I have nothing to hide from you mama." turning my head to look at him over my shoulder, he placed a soft kiss on my cheek before I turned back to the formal document.  My eyes read through each word carefully. The document laid out the terms of their marriage. I tried to refrain from asking too many questions, but some of the information was simply too interesting to pass up.

"Hold on," a slight laugh coming through with my words, "you're giving her an allowance?" I tried to hold my face and quiet my laughter at the mere idea of an adult woman getting an allowance from her husband. Glancing over my shoulder I saw him shrug.

"Well I'm not letting her have unlimited access to my money." he answered matter-of-factly with a sly grin. Shaking my head with a smile I turned back to the screen and continued reading through the document. He had clearly outlined everything, from what organization she could give interviews to and the that he had to be present at any interviews, to how much her allowance was per week, down to specifics about the baby, and even their divorce.

"You have your divorce already set? Six months after the baby is born?" I couldn't take my eyes of the screen even as I waited for his answer. His arms wrapped protectively around me waist.

"If the baby is mine then yes, we will stay together for six months before starting the divorce proceedings and those documents have already been started as well." he drew a deep thoughtful breath before continuing. "If the baby isn't mine, the proceedings will start much sooner. Your on the next page mama." he finished giving my waist a firm squeeze. My finger scrolled the wheel on the mouse moving to the next page and reading carefully.  He was allowed to spend up to 65% of his time between the date of their marriage and the date of their divorce with me, she was not to mention me in public, the part of his life that involved me was off limits to her completely, she was not allowed to contact me or anyone associated with me. Very clear parameters had been set for her in regards to this relationship and the farther I read the more it became clear she had already violated specific portions of this agreement. 

"How can you enforce any of this, I mean, what is the punishment to her for breaking any of these rules?" my voice incredulous.

"Her primary concern is with her own fame, her good name being attached to mine and of course money." he turned me in his arms just as I'd reached the next section of the contract, bringing my eyes to his, where I quickly got lost in his earnest expression, an expression that told me he hoped I'd understand. "for what happened yesterday, she will not get any money next week. She'll have to learn to live on whatever she had left over from this week." stopping to push a stray hair back behind my ear. "I cant' divorce her, she's made very clear she'll kill this baby if I do, so I will use whatever tools I have in my power to enforce the rules she agreed to. All the possible actions I can take are laid in an addendum to the contract." I couldn't help but laugh slightly at the way he discussed this as if this type of contract was a normal everyday occurrence. "I love you Sydney and I will not allow her to hurt you." his eyes were vibrant and honest as he pulled me down for a firm kiss, but all I could think about was the next section of the contract, of which I'd only managed to read the title before he turned me away: "In the instance there is a pregnancy with another woman during this marriage:"