At the end of the night, we packed up everything to leave. Bo was fast asleep in the front seat of the car we rented out. I rested my hand over her thigh as I drove away from the venue. There were two hours in between here and our home. She needed as much rest as she could get. She thought I was oblivious to her leaving the bed in the middle of the night.

When the weekend is over, she has to talk to Marcus about the case with Seth. Three months before delivery, she would be sitting in on the hearing. Ethan was able to pull his strings and landed Bo a spot as lead prosecutor on the case. He was able to prove she wasn't a conflict of interest. How? Beats me.

This is what she needs to put everything to rest. This is what she needs to move on. After convicting her dad, she is walking away from the past he enabled and the criminal justice system. She isn't aware, but I bought a desk and laptop for the bookroom.

There were characters filling her head and stories she couldn't wait to get down. Now she has the ability to write about them, and not in the little note-pad she has been carrying around, but an actual document that will make it easier to write and edit.

My hand rubbed soothing circles into her thigh, loving the smooth skin under my rough palms. Whenever I would take it away, she would reach for it in her sleep. She would groan in disapproval as the coldness takes over the warmth where my hand used to be.

"Kinnick," she stirred away. "Why did you stop?"

I let out a belt of laughter. "Babe, you were fucking out of it. How did you know?"

She looked at me with tired eyes and disapproval. "I like it."

"What do you like?" I continued to rub circles into her thighs like she asked.

"This," she sighed. "It's soothing."

The hem of her romper tickled my fingers as I pushed underneath them on my rounds on her thigh. She tensed in her seat as I continued to drag my hands up her bare thigh, slowly. I watched as she clenched her legs together every time my fingers dipped to where the heat radiated most.

"What's a matter?"

She sucked in a deep breath. "Nothing."

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm," she hummed as my pinky-finger brushed over the front of her romper.

I watched her chest rise and fall harshly as she shifted in her seat. My hand dipped into the crease of her thigh. My stomach fluttered and my heart flipped as she spread her legs across the seat. She whimpered as I pulled away for a few seconds to only enter her romper again.

Her head fell against the seat as my fingers pressed against her underwear. She bit her lip as I rubbed against her. The highway barely had any cars, and when there were cars, their headlights flashed over Bo, allowing me to see the pleasure taking over her face.

"Bring your legs up," I demanded.

She didn't hesitate to obey me as she propped her knees up, allowing me more access to the most sensitive place on her body. My fingers were soaked as they rubbed against where she wanted me most. Whines left her lips when I pushed inside. I kept a steady pace on the road as I pumped my fingers inside and out of her.

"What if someone sees?" She whimpers.

"Tinted windows, baby," I murmur. "Nobody is going to see."

I could hear the leather of her seat ripping as she clutched it. "Oh my god."

She kept sliding on the seat, unable to sit still and stay propped up. I flicked the turning signal before pulling off onto the exit. She cried out in the seat next to me as I found a dark parking lot. I threw the car into park as I pulled into a parking spot.

"I've always wanted to have car sex," she mumbled as she stripped from her romper.

I snickered. "Why didn't you tell me? We could have done this ages ago."

I unfastened my belt before pushing my suit pants down. She maneuvered over the center console as I gripped her thighs, bringing her on top of me. Her grip on my shoulders tightened the lower she sunk down onto me. I held onto her waist, helping her move back and forth as she started shaking.

"When we get home," she panted. "Please."

"Whatever you want."

Her head fell onto my shoulder, as she shifted back and forth. My hands fell down to her ass, gripping it as she arched her back into me. I lifted her up, loving the way she would cry out as she sunk back onto me. Her hands disappeared under my suit, moaning as she ran her fingers along my back muscles.

The horn went off, making us both jump. "Oh my god!"

I laughed as she looked at me with red cheeks. "It's okay."

She fell back into my chest. "What if I wake somebody up? We are in a hotel parking lot."

"Bo, we are having sex in the car, and you are worried about waking somebody up?"

She looked up at me. "Should we wait until we get home?"

"Do you want to wait?"

"What are we going to do if somebody comes out and sees us?"

"I'll bash their fucking head in."

She blushed again. "You are the worst."

"Why are you blushing so much?" I pinched her waist, making her smack my hand away. "It's just me."

"Nothing," she smacked my hand away again. "Leave me alone!"

"Does it make you nervous that we might get caught?"

She nodded. "I don't want to stop, but I don't want to spend a lot of time here. I just -"

"Don't want anybody to see you?"

Another nod came from her. I hit the lever on the side of the seat, letting us fall backward. She stared at me with wide eyes as I gripped her waist and flipped her over. A little smile tugged at her lips as she looked up at me.

"Isn't this uncomfortable for you?" She asked.

I grabbed another lever from the side of the seat, pushing us backward. "I don't give a shit as long as I get to take care of you."

Her eyes stayed on me as I pushed back into her. I sent her a wink as I helped prop her leg on the center console. All I wanted was for her to be comfortable, and she didn't protest as I moved her around the seat until I found a spot that had her crying out. Her nails raked down my back as I picked up my pace.

She wanted to hurry, so we can get home and continue this. I wasn't fucking protesting. Her body quivered as I pushed out her high. If nobody was going to come out from the fucking car horn, they were coming out to her screaming. Her hips lifted to meet mine, helping me meet my own high.

"Fuck me," I breathed heavily into her chest. "We need to have car sex more often."

She pinched my butt, making me yelp. "I agree."

"I fucking love you," I chuckled.

I helped her moved back to her seat, where she could slip back into her romper. "Can we get chicken nuggets?"

My fingers ran through my hair as I tried to pull back into its original slick look before I grabbed her thigh. "Whatever you want."

"I am feeling a milkshake," she groaned. "And a lot of chicken nuggets with a ton of ranch."

"How do you feel about going to the closest city and stay overnight?"

She looked at me with awe. "Really?"

"Why not?" I looked at the clock. "It's pretty late."

A wicked grin stole her features as she dropped her left eye into a wink. "Can you not get enough of me?"

"No, I fucking can't," she bit her lip as another wash of red settled over her cheeks. "My dirty words turn you on, don't they?"

Her cheeks went another shade darker. "Stop."

"If you want me to talk dirty to you, just tell me."

"Oh, my goodness."

My laughter filled the car as we pulled back onto the road. She was no longer tired, but excited to see the city we chose. Des Moines was only twenty minutes away from where we were. It would take a little longer to get home tomorrow, but I wanted to take her on some kind of trip for our wedding, even if she didn't want to. Now she does.

I found a Mcdonald's five minutes from our hotel. Bo clapped as we pulled into the line. She almost cried when she bit into her first chicken nugget completely coated with ranch. I rolled my eyes at her as I bit back a smile. She was the cutest fucking thing ever.

She carried her bag of food into the lobby as I approached the front desk lady. "Is the presidential suite booked?"

Her eyes snapped up to mine. "It is not."

"Great," I grabbed my wallet. "We'll take it."

She entered my information into her computer before handing us two key cards. Bo followed me toward the elevator. She wanted to know why I had to rent out the most expensive room in the hotel. It was as simple as this - it is our wedding night, I want to treat my wife, and how can I do that if I am not giving her the best?

"Holy fuck," her jaw dropped as I opened the door.

I snickered. "You are ridiculous."

"This is massive."

"It is all ours for the night," I fell back onto the couch.

"Look at the windows!" She squealed as she ran toward them.

I listened to her snatch the curtains back. The whole city sat before us. The streets ran silk gold as the people living below us stayed out late and started their night. I wrapped my arms around her as she looked everywhere. The river flowed in front of us, mirroring the city.

"It is beautiful," she grinned.

"Yes, you are," I kissed her cheek. "Let's go eat bookworm."

She raced me to the couch. I laid our food out on the table, loving her giddiness as she dunked her nuggets. Spongebob played through the suite as she sat crisscrossed on her cushion. Instead of watching the television, I watched her.

"No, I am Dirty Dan," she growled as her eye twitched.

I bit my lip as I tried to stop my laughter, but I couldn't help it. "Where did you come from?"

She looked at me with wide eyes. "What?"

"You are too good for this world."

"I'm your guardian angel," she shrugged. "Sent by the gods because they said, 'oh no, this one needs tons of help."

I shoved her shoulder. "You are such a little shit."

"No," she whined. "I'm Dirty Dan."

I pulled out my finger gun from my waist. "No, I'm Dirty Dan."

She immediately pulled her fingers out. "Pew pew!"

I gasped as I clutched my chest. "You shot me!"

"Shoot first, ask questions later."

I burst out with laughter. "Where the hell did you learn that?"

She shrugged, biting into her nugget. "Just good logic, that's all. I am not going to wait for you to shoot me first."

"Are you done?" I glanced down at her empty box of chicken nuggets.

"Yeah," she nodded. "Why?"

"Come here," I beckoned her toward me.

She stopped in front of me. "What do you want?"

"Strip for me."

Her hands never hesitated to drag the material on her shoulders down. My head fell back onto the couch as I watched her. All I wanted to do was reach out and grab her, but she was staring at me with seductiveness as she stepped out of her outfit. Seeing in her lingerie with a baby bump was hotter than anything I have ever seen in my life.

I sucked in a deep breath as she grabbed onto my shoulders and brought herself to sit on my lap. "You are something fucking else."

"I love you."

"I love you," I pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "They should call Des Moines the city that never sleeps."

"Why?" She looked at me with confusion.

"Because no one is sleeping tonight," I flipped us over to lay her on the couch. "I am almost fucking sure of it."