Chapter 33

I don't own Lucian.

Things get a little M in the beginning but not too much.

Ian's POV

I have just arrived home after a long day's work consisting of about eleven hours. I was lucky enough to catch a nap for about an hour when I wasn't needed for filming. Lucy had texted me this morning telling me she has been cleared by Dr. Watson allowing us to finally make love tonight. Thankfully I have recuperated a great deal of energy from my nap because I know Lucy and I will probably be up for a while making love and cutting through the intense sexual tension between us.

When I walk into the house through the garage I only see a couple of lights on downstairs which are only on to prevent the main floor from being pitch black. Walking upstairs I see Mochi asleep in the doorway of Brea's room like she does every night. She barely even looks at me just like Bailey is doing right now from his place directly in front of me at our bedroom door. At night Mochi has been sleeping in front of Brea's room as if to protect her. Bailey sleeps either in our room or in the hallway in front of the door. Little Jack goes back and forth between the two rooms but ultimately I find him in our bed at night if Lucy is asleep while I'm filming late at night. Clearly Lucy took them on one heck of a walk today and wore them out.

I stride down to Brea's room to find Jack in front of the crib sleeping soundly. Brea is also fast asleep. I kiss her forehead and brush my fingers across her thick head of hair. I am more convinced every day Brea inherited Lucy's luscious hair. After lingering for a few minutes I leave the room silently to return to our closed bedroom door. I am surprised it's closed because Lucy always has the door open.

I open the door slowly, cautiously, as if something were to jump out at me. My breath catches in my throat at the stunning sight in front of me. The room is illuminated with candles scattered throughout the room instantly making the room deeply intimate. Although, that isn't what my eyes are focused on. Laying across our bed is my sexy as hell vixen of a wife. Lucy is dressed in a black baby doll with lace around the bodice and flowing thin, see-through fabric from the bust down. I can see the tiny black lace panties she is donning underneath it.

"Lucy I—you…" I am gob-smacked and at a loss for words.

"I've been waiting for you." Her tone is teasing and laced with seduction. Her hair is perfectly curled as per usual and she has red lipstick on and a decent amount of mascara making her eyes pop even more than usual.

Sensing I am truly at an utter loss for words and cannot formulate any type of sentence, Lucy speaks up again. "Come over here and make love to me. Take off your clothes first."

My eyes roam her body. She is lying on her left side facing me, legs stretched out and seductively crossed at her ankles. The subtle curve of her hip and then the dip down to her slim side accentuating her slender frame causes my mouth to go dry. I notice her toenails are painted the same shade of red as her lipstick.

My focus remains on my wife as I numbly strip off my clothes. My shirt, pants, socks, and shoes all lay in a pile on the floor to the right of my feet. I stand here in my boxers. Just as I am taking the first step closer towards Lucy her voice halts my movements.

"The boxers too."

I nod my head in silent confirmation and drop them down to the floor to join the rest of my clothing. Lucy lifts her right hand to give me the "come hither" motion with her pointer finger. I anxiously stride across the room to my flawless wife. Within a second I am on top of her with my knees positioned on each side of her hips and my left hand looped underneath her back to pull her body against mine while I support my weight off of hers using my right hand above her head.

"I love you," I whisper softly to her against her lips.

Lucy runs her hand through my hair. "I love you, too." She pulls my head back down to reattach our lips.

"Mmmm and I love this." My hand glides down the baby doll.

Lucy bites her lip with a grin. "I bought it today after my appointment; I was hoping you would. Brea and I went shopping. I got a few new clothes and found some new stuff for Brea too."

"Did you happen to buy anything else from this lovely lingerie store or just this?" I wonder aloud against her skin as my head is buried in her neck leaving kisses and playful love bites.

A sly grin forms on her lips. "I bought a few other items. Don't worry, you'll see them in time. Now hush and kiss me."

I do as she says and kiss her passionately. Lucy moans lowly in my mouth, her hips rock up against mine searching for friction. We are lost in the heat of the moment. I don't even recall shedding Lucy of her revealing lingerie. I align my member with her core and watch as Lucy pleads with her eyes for me to finally give her the pleasure we have both been craving for quite some time. I run my member up and down along her folds and across her clit to tease her for a moment as well as a way of savoring the moment for myself.

Lucy's right hand is clutching to my neck and her left hand is holding onto my upper back above my shoulder blade. Our eyes stare intently into each other as I slowly penetrate her. Lucy releases a strangled sigh in relief and please as I ease into her. Our eyes never flicker away, not even for a second. I reach for her hand to lace our fingers together above her head.

We both murmur our love for each other as our bodies slowly rock and writhe together building up a sheet of sweat.

The following morning I wake before Lucy. It is just after six in the morning and I have to force myself out of bed. Unfortunately I have another early call time this morning. This would be one of the major downsides to being the leading male in a move, you're in almost every damn scene. I slowly pull myself out from underneath Lucy and ease myself out of the bed.

After slipping on my boxers from the night before I quietly call the dogs to follow me downstairs. I start a pot of coffee to get it going then move across the house to let the dogs out into the backyard. A loud yawn escapes my mouth as I trudge back up the stairs and into the bedroom.

I head straight for our bathroom to take a shower. I wince and curse under my breath when the warm water hits my back. I try to look at the bathroom mirror through the glass panes of our tiled shower. My entire back consists of red lines from Lucy's nails scratching up my back last night. I shake my head with a pleasant smile at our actions last night. Continuing on with my shower I wash my hair and rinse off the sex smell and sweat that has coated my body.

Once I am all cleaned up I dress for the day and towel dry my hair. Afterwards I walk down to Brea's room to wake her up before she wakes Lucy. I change her diaper and take her downstairs with me. Checking on the coffee I see it is just about finished.

Brea tiredly rubs her eyes as we move about the kitchen. I pour the dogs' breakfast food into each of their bowls and let them inside. With them munching away I grab one of the bottles from the fridge Lucy previously pumped. I test it after warming it and feed her. She much prefers being fed directly by Lucy but she doesn't fight me when I give her a bottle of Lucy's breast milk. I easily burp her after she is finished and sit her down in her play pin located in the kitchen. As long as Brea can see either Lucy or myself at all times she is completely content hanging out and playing in it while we cook. We can keep an eye on her and she can keep an eye on us, it's a win-win.

After last night I know Lucy is going to desire a large breakfast to fulfil the workout we made for ourselves last night. I get to work on making us both a hardy breakfast. I enjoy mine at the table alone with a large cup of coffee. It doesn't take long for me to clean up the kitchen and put Lucy's plate in the microwave for her whenever she wakes up.

With everything taken care of down here I take Brea and head back upstairs. I need to leave in no more than fifteen minutes. I change Brea's diaper one last time before kissing her goodbye and placing her back in her crib. I promise her mommy will wake up soon. Brea is content remaining in her crib with her goose. I'm so glad she loves it so much.

Walking down the hall to our bedroom I write a little note for Lucy and leave it on the nightstand. I round the other side of the bed and look down at my beautiful wife tangled up in the bed sheet wrapped around her naked body.

My right hand glides down her side to palm her hip. I lean down and pepper her neck in sweet kisses. Lucy stirs faintly but not much.

"Hey Lucy Goose? I am going to work. I already took care of Brea and breakfast is in the microwave." I kiss her slowly, my lips lingering on hers which are still half asleep. "I love you."

"Love you, too." Lucy mumbles incoherently.

I laugh softly and shake my head. "Go back to sleep honey." I press a kiss to her forehead then retreat out of the room and leave the house.

Lucy's POV

My eyes slowly flutter open and adjust to the bright sunlight streaming in the windows. I blindly reach my hand out to Ian's side of the bed only to find it cold and empty. Rolling over in the bed I see my body is tangled up in the thin bed sheet and the comforter is almost falling off the bed having the majority of it already on the floor.

I bury my head in Ian's pillow and stretch my arm out whilst inhaling his scent from his pillow. A smirk grows instantly across my face when my right hand feels silk. Specifically the silk restraints Ian had tied me up with last night. We had made sweet delicate love to one another and then things escaladed and got a bit wild leading Ian to tying my hands up. To make the experience even more heightened, he blindfolded me with one of his ties which is now tossed on the floor.

My body and mind feel glorious this morning after all the endorphins that were released in my body last night. Turning my head to the side a bit more I see a note on Ian's nightstand.

Morning Sexy,

Since you were more on the unconscious side this morning when I talked to you, I figured I'd leave a note to remind you. Brea has already been fed and changed twice. The dogs have also eaten and gone out. Breakfast is in the microwave. Last night was definitely one to remember.

P.S. Those nails of yours clawed up my back so much it appears I have been attacked by a pissed off cat. When in reality it was my vixen of a wife.

Love you!

I giggle at his note as I sit it back down. I lay in bed for a couple more seconds before getting up and heading to the bathroom. I instantly wince at the movement. Last night's vigorous activities clearly made me sore again yet this time it is a pleasurable soreness from sex.

Slipping on one of Ian's shirts I head down the hall to check on Brea. Surprisingly her room is silent, not even her happy gurgles are heard. Leaning over her crib I see she is fast asleep. She is just like her daddy, always wanting to sleep. Deciding to use the free time I return to our bedroom to take a shower and eat breakfast in bed.

Several hours later I hear my phone ringing in the kitchen. With Brea cradled against my chest we walk into the kitchen to retrieve my iPhone and answer the call from Ian.

"Hey babe," I greet enthusiastically upon answering the phone.

"Hey Luce, what are you doing right now?" Ian's smooth voice rings through the phone.

"I'm about to put Brea down for her afternoon nap, why?"

"Well the director said we are going to run this scene one more time and then I should have a break for about two hours since they are shifting scenes around. I know it's in the middle of Brea's nap, but I was wondering if you wanted to come over here for a bit? It looks like another long night."

I think about it for a minute and know it'll be fine if Brea sleeps in his trailer. I tell him yes and assure him we'll be there soon. I get Brea in her car seat in the back of my car and get her basinet and place it in the trunk. We can set it up in the back of his trailer so she can take her nap. We are very strict on staying on her nap routine and if she doesn't stick to it she'll get fussy.

It doesn't take me too long to arrive at the Warner Brother's lot. I easily navigate my way through the lot until I reach Ian's trailer. She had fallen asleep during the car ride here – car rides always lull her to sleep it seems. I set up her basinet in the back of the small trailer where the bed is located. I close all of the curtains to darken it up a bit back there allowing her to sleep a tad easier. As soon as we arrived I had texted Ian to let him know we were here.

I'm bent over facing the couch as I rummage through my purse looking for my phone having lost it in the rather large bag. An unexpected swat to my ass causes me to gasp, jump, and spin around all at once.

"What the—" I shout loudly before my eyes see it's Ian. His face is priceless.

"Hi there beautiful."

I punch his chest and scowl at him. "You asshole! You gave me a heart attack!" I fume at him, though it is impossible to be mad at him right now.

"I'm sorry," Ian tries not to crack a smile. He is failing profusely. "I had been under the impression you liked it when I did that."

I cross my arms across my chest and raise my eyebrow at him. "I do. However, I don't like it when you scare the crap out of me by sneaking up on me!"

Ian closes the gap between us by pulling me into him. Out of instinct I loop my hands around his neck and lean into him. "I'm sorry Honey. How about I make it up to you?"

Ian's lips connect with mine in a soft kiss. I instantly reciprocate and moan lowly into his mouth. Ian shifts us so to a new position. He is sitting down on the couch and I am in his lap. The hem of my mid-thigh summer dress has ridden up exposing the entire tops of my thighs.

As the seconds pass our kiss deepens and the moment is rapidly becoming more intimate. I gasp in Ian's mouth when I feel his hand on top of my thigh. His fingers brush against my panties underneath my dress and my body melts in my husband's arms. I withdraw from our intense kiss the moment I feel his fingers about to slip inside the lace garment.

"Ian wait." I lightly push at his chest.

"Don't worry, I locked the door when I came in so no one will intrude." Ian assures me assuming that's why I stopped him. His lips duck down to my neck where he already left a plethora of hickeys last night that I had to cover up this morning.

"No Ian, wait. Stop for a second." I push him back again which instantly grasps his attention. Ian removes his hand from my upper thigh sensing I was stopping him for some other reason.

"As much as I would love to do this, and I certainly would love to especially after being cleared just yesterday…I can't."

"Of—of course. Yeah. You know I never expect this from you or anything like that. Is everything okay though? Are you uncomfortable having sex here or something?"

"No, no it isn't that!" I shake my head to dismiss the idea. "I'm just really sore from last night. I need to adjust a bit before I'm up for having sex again. I'm sure it won't be long. Last night was just a lot all at once."

"Are you okay? Do you need to go to Dr. Watson or anything?" I can see the sudden panic wash over him.

"Hey, I'm fine. There is nothing to worry about. There is only so much a girl can take of your wonderfully endowed member and I had a bit too much last night." Sensing his hesitation I try to lighten the mood. "We can at least make out while you have a little break from filming. Remember when we used to cuddle in bed or on the couch and just kiss for hours?"

Ian nods his head after a few seconds. I shake my head at him and tell him to kiss me.

Ian ended up having a couple hours to waste. We kissed and talked about endless things for majority of that time until it was time to wake Brea up from her nap. The three of us played on the floor for a while until Ian's phone rings and they call him back to set. Ian helps me out to the car where we kiss goodbye and he heads off to set.

Later that night I was fast asleep in bed when I am awoken by Brea's cries over the baby monitor. I grumble in displeasure and bury my head deeper in my pillow. I feel Ian shift in the bed next to me having been awoken too. He scoots over to nuzzle his head in my back and wraps his arms around my midsection from behind.

"Ian," I mumble not moving my face from where it is hiding in my pillow.

"Hmmm," Ian groans in response.

"Go get your daughter. She wants you."

"It's two in the morning. She's hungry. You go get her." He replies in a groggy voice.

A minute passes of Ian not moving an inch to go get Brea. I tell him again he needs to go get her but he doesn't budge. After her cries get louder and I hear Ian snoring in my ear having gone back to sleep I flip over in bed so I am facing Ian's sleeping body. I am too tired for this.

Brea had been extremely cranky for the remainder of the afternoon for me and wouldn't go to sleep tonight because of her interrupted nap today when I took her over to see Ian. She has to stick to her sleeping schedule or else she clearly is not a happy baby. Today showed me I don't care what is happening, if it is almost time for her nap or in the middle of one of her naps I am not moving her from her crib. Otherwise she is a very fussy baby. Ian didn't get home until after I got her to settle down in her crib so he didn't have to endure her little fit but I did.

My tired eyes squint open to see Ian still fast asleep snoring away. I bring my feet up underneath the sheets so my knees are against my chest and I press my feet square on Ian's waist right in front of his hips. With a hard shove I extend my legs with enough force to push Ian out of the bed which is followed by an immediate thump.

"What the fuck!" Ian shouts in shock from the side of the bed.

"Thanks for getting up for Brea, babe. She really wants her daddy." I turn back over in bed to my original position and smile to myself.

"Are you going back to sleep?" Ian asks in disbelief.

"Mhmm. Now hush and go take care of your daughter."

I hear Ian gape at me and I know he has an absurd look on his face. "Aren't you going to feed her? She's hungry. Last time I checked I don't have boobs to do that." Ian says sarcastically, clearly displeased by the fact I literally kicked him out of bed.

"I've already pumped some bottles, they are in the fridge. Night."

I giggle quietly to myself upon hearing Ian grumble and groan as he walks out of the room. I soon drift asleep and enjoy a nice night of well needed sleep.

I have good news for you guys! I finished writing the rest of Conquering Life last week. There are 41 chapters total to the story. As promised, I said once I had the story written I would go from once a week updates to multiple chapters within a week. From now on updating will be solely based on review count rather than simply updating on Friday.

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