I wrote this chapter thinking of a song whose title I don't know but it goes, "I love it when we fight just to make love."

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Erica's POV

I sit on the couch, enjoying the cup of coffee that I brewed just a few minutes ago. There's something you feel when you make your own coffee.

As I flip through the channels on the TV, I hear a knock at the door. Who could be disturbing my peace this early morning. I open the door to find Star holding a baby.

My cute little niece!

Wait. Did I forget to mention that Star is now a proud mother of a very cute bouncing baby girl? Well, she is. Star named her after our late grandmother, Rosita.

God knows I'm going to spoil that little girl.

"Hey auntie, I have come to visit you," Star talks on her behalf.

"Hey cute one," I say while taking her out of her mother's arms, "aren't you adorable."

I walk into the apartment and Star follows behind me. I gently sit down on the couch.

"Hey, Rosie, did you miss your aunt? Because I sure missed you."

"How are you doing, Erie," Star asks.

"I'm fine, Star. I should be asking you. I know labour isn't a joke."

"Tell me about it. I'm great. After I set my eyes on her," she gestures to Rosie, "I just felt it was all worth it."

I take a good look at Rosie. She has her mother's facial features and her father's eyes. A chestnut brown.

"She really is adorable." I'm not sure I'll get tired of saying that anytime soon.

We talk some more and finally, it is time for them to go. I walk them to the parking lot.

I go back up to find Joe at my door. He looks almost frustrated.

"Where have you been?" He asks.

"Do I owe you an explanation?" I cross my hands over my chest.

"Yeah, you do. With Denise still on the run, I don't want you to just walk around aimlessly."

"Mind you, sir, I had an aim for walking out. And you don't tell me what I should or shouldn't do."

I push past him and enter the apartment. He follows closely behind.

"Well, forgive me for worrying about you," he says.

"Stop worrying, okay? I'm fine."

"How can I not worry? I don't want to lose you again."

"Well, it was your fault you lost me in the first place."

He looks at me with a pained look before rounding in on me, effectively pushing me against the wall. He cages me in with both his hands on either side of my head.

"How many times do I have to fucking say I'm sorry?"

He gives me a very rough kiss. Almost like he's punishing me. He pushes his tongue into my mouth. Mint. He tastes like mint.

His hands come roughly around my waist, pulling me into him. He's already hard. Goddamn.

He trails across my cheek all the way to my neck. He kisses hard. His hands frantically find the fly of my jeans. Within seconds, both my jeans and panties are on the floor.

He starts teasing my already wet area. He groans.

"Fuck. Already wet for me, huh."

He inserts a finger into my folds, followed by another and another and I have to hold onto him firmly because my knees are like jelly at the moment.

"So tight!" He groans.

I try holding back my release but I fail terribly.

I fumble with his zipper and finally get it down. I push both his jeans and boxers down, freeing his manhood.

I hold him in my hands. Wow. He must be bigger than he was that day. I stroke him lightly and he groans.

"I want to be inside you. Now!"

He pushes my hand away and bends to get his wallet. He removes a condom and tears the foil before he rolls the wrap around himself.

He puts his hands under my thighs and hoists me up. I wrap my legs around his waist.

He positions himself at my entrance and before I can register anything in my head, he roughly pushes himself in, completely filling me up. I moan at the feeling. It feels so good yet it stings. I haven't had sex in a while so, yeah. It burns.

"So fucking tight!" He groans.

He starts pushing in and out at a very fast pace. His hands go under my shirt and start playing with my breasts. I rill at the sensation.

Soon enough, we both find our release. He stays inside me while I rest my head on his shoulder. A few minutes later, he puts his hands around my back and walks towards my room without breaking the connection.

He walks past my bed and into the bathroom. That's when he takes himself out of me. I stand on the floor and take off my shirt as he removes the condom and throws it into the trashcan.

He takes off his shirt and walks me into the shower. He takes a sponge and starts washing me up. I do the same when he's done with me.

We both fall into the covers on the bed, very naked may I add. He spoons me. His dick pokes my ass and I feel start to grow bigger again.

"That thing is a monster," I chuckle.

"Let the guy be, Erie."

I wake up at sundown. I look over at Joe but he's still asleep. I decide to go prepare early dinner because truthfully speaking, I'm starving.

I put on a baggy shirt and go into the kitchen. I look into my small pantry. I really need to refill this place. I can prepare macaroni and cheese from what I've got.

I start assembling the ingredients and soon enough, I'm cooking away. I hear Joe walk up behind me. He puts his hands around my waist and buries his head into my neck.

"You look so good I can take you right now," he states.

"Well, control yourself at least until I finish cooking. Aren't you hungry?"

"Very!" He says and I think that word is two sided.

After we finish eating, Joe immediately comes up to me and hoists me up on the counter.

"You've tantalised

me long enough, don't you think?" He asks.

"I don't know what you're taking about." Oh, I know very well. I've been teasing him throughout the whole meal.

"I'm going to fuck you right here."

And that, he does.

From the kitchen, he takes me to the bedroom where he fucks me over and over again. I really think I'll not get over this man. I just happen to have an insatiable hunger for him.

We both lay down under the covers, heavily breathing after another round. He looks over at me and kisses my forehead.

"I'll be back in a second." He immediately leaves the room.

I walk into the bathroom and clean myself up. We didn't use a condom from the kitchen. Yeah, it's very risky but totally worth it. He just feels so damn good without one.

I go back into the room to find him seated on the bed with all his naked glory. He's a sight for sore eyes.

I go and sit beside him. He holds my chin up with his forefinger and looks me straight in the eyes.

"You look so beautiful," he says.

Funny how I still blush from his simple compliments.

He gets off the bed and kneels before me.

"I've waited long enough to tell you this. Erica, I can't imagine my life without you anymore. I want to wake up every morning next to you. I want to sleep next to you every night. I want to make love to you every moment I get. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you be my wife?"

He opens a small red velvet case. He takes out a ring. I've tears in my eyes so I can't make out the ring, but I know it's beautiful. I jump off the bed and hug him.

"Of course, I'll marry you. I love you, Joe." The three words roll off my tongue naturally.

I've waited eternity to say those three little words. Joe hugs even tighter and says them back.

"I love you too, Erica. I always have."

He takes my hand and puts the ring into my finger. Now that I look at it, it's a sixteen carat diamond ring. Must have cost a fortune.

He kisses my cheek, neck and then my lips. And soon, he's fucking me senseless.

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So, I probably have three or four more chapters to end the book.

Thank you all who have been able to read it.

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TQ17

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