I brush the hair away from her face, staring into her eyes so deeply it feels as though we are tethered together by some unbreakable cord.

"You could be pregnant right now." My hand comes to rest possessively on her belly. "Any day now, you could have my child inside you."

She sucks in a sharp breath, and I swallow her exhale when my lips crash against hers. Logically, I’m aware that fucking her all night won't increase our chances, but it doesn't change the fact that I want to try regardless.

My phone rings as I grope her breast in my palm, and she arches into my touch with a moan. I swallow that sound, desperate for more, only to be interrupted by the phone again.

A feral growl leaves my lips as I yank back, glancing at the ID, torn between answering it and testing how long Ivy can withstand my obsession tonight before she collapses from exhaustion.

"Santiago," she pleads beneath me, reaching up to cup my face. "Please don't stop."

I grunt and pivot my hips inside her, just enough to let her feel what she does to me. The glazed softness in her eyes has me leaning in her favor. Fucking wins out over every other priority. But when I pull back to thrust into her once more, the phone rings again.

I know it's Marco, and as pleased as I am to be inside my wife, I can't quell the quiet dread creeping up my spine.

Reaching across the desk, I grab the phone and bring it to my ear, rolling my hips against Ivy as she stifles a groan.

"Yes?"

"Boss?" Marco replies, half breathless like he's been running.

"What is it?"

"I think Mercedes found who she was looking for," he tells me. "She's been on the trail of some woman who left Abel's house tonight. Followed her to a shitty apartment building in the 7th Ward and forced her way inside. I've been trying to let you know."

"Is she still inside?" I swallow, pausing as Ivy looks up at me.

"She's been in there for twenty minutes and hasn't come out. I thought I heard a scream. I asked you if you wanted me to break in."

"Fuck." I pull my cock out of my wife and tuck it back into my pants as she leans up on her elbows.

"What do you want me to do, boss?" Marco asks, his voice tinged with the same uneasiness I feel.

"Go in after her," I say. "Make sure she's safe, and don't let either of them leave. Send me the location. I'm on my way."

"Will do."

The phone disconnects, and I reach out to stroke Ivy's face one last time. "We'll have to continue this another time. I need to leave now."

"Is everything okay?" She sits up, squeezing her thighs together.