My cock glistens with a mix of our bodily fluids and Sienna’s eyes go wide. She claps her hands over her face.

“Mmm, none of that,” I murmur as I lean over her, kissing my way behind those slim little fingers.

“You said it would be messy, but I didn’t really know just how…” She trembles as I lick her tongue.

“It can be a lot messier. Me coming deep inside you isn’t the worst. Although we should have talked about that sooner.” There’s an edge of something in my voice that I can’t quite smooth out. Possessive pride, probably. And something more primal.

Because she’s mine, and when she climbed on top of me, she was making a claim of her own. I’m hers. Every bit of me, including my seed.

The way she demanded I finish inside her was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Hotter than anything I’d imagined.

Because I’ve definitely dreamed of making Sienna my wife, and having little kids who look like her. Talk back like her. Love fiercely, just like her.

I have never allowed myself to imagine making them, though. That seemed like a bridge too far, fantasizing about breeding one’s assistant.

But now…

Fuck, my balls grow heavy again just thinking about how willing she was. Eager, even.

“I should get a washcloth,” I say abruptly, standing.

I can feel her watching me as I stalk naked to the bathroom. I don’t want to wash her off my skin, ever, but she’s going to need a gentle clean-up between her legs.

I soak a cloth in hot water, then return to her, grabbing a soft, squishy bunny from the bookshelf on the way back.

“Here’s a friend to cuddle with,” I say gruffly as I ease her legs apart.

Her little pussy is pink and swollen, all the more beautiful because of how our fucking changed it.

She giggles as she takes the bunny, but then hisses when I gently stroke the cloth against her tender flesh. “Ouch.”

My cock flexes, enjoying far too much the pouty way she says that. And I don’t miss the way she instantly squishes the bunny close to her chest.

My little girl. Mine. All mine.

I ease her legs up, folding her in half. A thick drop of my seed rolls out of her, white and creamy. Gaze locked on it, I clear my throat. “We didn’t use any protection.”

“I know.”

“We should have talked about that.”

“Talking really isn’t our thing. But we aren’t strangers, and we’ll get better at the talking.” She wriggles her hips. “You’re staring at me there.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“I wanted you to come inside me. That wasn’t just the heat of the moment.”

I lift my face, meeting her gaze. A jolt of electric energy passes between us. “Good.”