Four months had passed since Avery was born, and early April brought with it a fleeting calm in the lives of the Starks. The spring sun gently illuminated one of the mansion's rooms, where Pepper was sitting, giving an exclusive interview to the local Vogue. As Tony and she had predicted, the baby's birth had only intensified media interest, eager for any details about her, the twins, or their relationship, which continued to be a subject of constant speculation. To avoid a media frenzy and ensure a minimum of privacy, they decided to open the doors of their home for a carefully planned interview. Vogue was chosen, a result of a relationship of trust built over the years, and now the redhead was ready to answer the questions the world had been anxiously awaiting.
"Between the sisters, who do you think Avery resembles the most? And how did you choose the name Avery Rose?"
"It's hard to say. She has a unique personality, but Tony believes she's turning into a mini Iris, while I see a lot of Erin in her." Pepper smiled as she recalled the small debates she and her fiancé had about it. "As for the name, Rose was a unanimous choice. It means a lot to both of us. We wanted something special, so we decided to involve the girls in the decision. They made a list, and after discussing about fifteen names, Avery stood out. The name just fit so well that I can't imagine calling her anything else."
"And what about Iris and Erin? They're identical twins, but are there any other similarities besides their appearance?"
"It depends on what we're talking about. Both are incredibly affectionate and love spending time with their father, whether working on projects or playing games. But in terms of personality, they're opposites. Iris is a natural adventurer. She's the first to want to learn something new, like when she decided she wanted to take up horseback riding during the holidays. Erin, on the other hand, is more introspective. She enjoys quiet activities like ballet and painting. She has a passion for the arts, something we always encourage."
"So, it wouldn't be surprising to imagine Iris leaning toward becoming the next Iron Girl, right?" the journalist teased with a smile.
"It wouldn't be surprising at all, indeed. She always asks Tony to build her a suit or take her on a quick flight." Pepper responded, laughing, but there was a real concern in her voice.
"Does that worry you? The idea that she might want to follow in Tony's footsteps?"
"It does worry me, but I try to see it as a childhood interest, something fleeting. Tony is their hero, not just as Iron Man, but as a father. We hope it's just a phase and that we won't have to deal with it for real in the future, as our desire is to keep them away from danger. But if it turns out to be her true desire, we will always support her."
"And what about Avery? Do you think she'll be as adventurous as Iris or more laid-back, like Erin?"
"For now, our biggest concern with Avery is that she loves the water so much she throws a fit every time we try to take her out of the bath." Pepper joked, but quickly turned serious. "But honestly, it's too early to worry about that. Each of the girls will have their own path, and we'll always be there to support them."
"How do you balance your work with motherhood? It must be a challenge."
"It is. But I'm incredibly lucky. Tony is a very present father, and we share responsibilities. Sometimes, I even get a bit jealous of how much the girls love being with him." She laughed. "At work, I'm fortunate enough to be my own boss, which allows me to adjust my schedule as needed. My daughters are my priority, and I do my best to balance my professional life, which I also love, without it conflicting with my family life."
The interview continued with questions about Pepper's work and Tony Stark's new life until the journalist touched on a more delicate topic.
"Since we're talking about your relationship, there's a question all of us in the press have been dying to ask." The brunet with piercing eyes began. "Were you together during the pregnancy and the early years of the twins?"
"No, we weren't together." Pepper answered without hesitation. It was a topic they had always avoided, but they were prepared for when it came up. "We broke up shortly after finding out about the pregnancy. It wasn't the right time for us, and we didn't want to stay together just because of the babies. We ended things amicably. We'd known each other for years and wanted what was best for our daughters. Even after I moved to Canada, our friendship remained intact. We were always friends before anything else, and we wanted the girls to have parents who got along, even if they weren't together."
"And how did you deal with the media during that time?"
"When we broke up and the media found out, things got out of control. The opportunity to work abroad seemed like a chance to protect the girls, so we decided to keep the pregnancy and their early years a secret. We wanted them to have a normal childhood, away from the spotlight. I almost never returned to the U.S.; it was always Tony who came to Toronto. We kept our lives separate from the chaos of the world."
"And what made you decide to reveal everything?"
"It wasn't our decision. When the press found out about the twins and our relationship, we didn't have a choice. We just tried to ensure that even with everything exposed, we could still maintain some of our privacy."
"And what about future plans? A secret wedding, perhaps?"
"We've never really discussed that. But eloping isn't really our style. We both want to share that special moment with the people who are part of our lives. It'll certainly be an intimate ceremony, but not a secret one."
About an hour later, the journalist said her goodbyes, promising to inform them soon about the dates for the photo sessions that would accompany the interview. With that part of the day's agenda done, Pepper joined her fiancé, who was having fun with the girls by the pool. They spent the afternoon together, and around 6 p.m., the couple left the girls in the care of the babysitter. They were getting ready for a charity hockey event, and as Tony waited for Pepper, he reflected on how her getting ready always seemed to take forever.
"Honey, are you almost done?" he asked, peeking into the bedroom. By the time she was taking, it felt like they were going to a gala event.
"Almost!" she replied, adjusting the final details in front of the mirror.
Tony had planned something more romantic for their first date after Avery's birth, like a candlelit dinner. But when his fiancée mentioned she had never been to a live hockey game, he changed his mind, thinking it would be a unique opportunity.
"You know, I liked what you said in the interview about the wedding plans," he commented. "But it made me realize we haven't really talked about it. You said you didn't want to get married while pregnant, but Avery's already born, and we haven't started planning."
"Really? Getting insecure, Mr. Stark?" she teased, her voice laced with humor.
"It's not insecurity, just an observation," Stark replied, trying to keep the tone light.
"Tony, we have three daughters, and I said yes. I think it's a little late to back out now. Besides, there's nothing in this world I want more than to be Mrs. Stark."
The man smiled. "But if you take as long to get ready for our wedding as you're taking today, I might have my doubts." He got up from the bed and walked over to the closet where Pepper was. "Why are you taking so long? Babe, it's just a hockey game."
"Because I have nothing to wear, Anthony. Nothing fits anymore," she replied, clearly irritated.
"I know you've been feeling insecure about your body lately, but there's no reason for that. You look…"
"Please, don't say 'beautiful,'" she interrupted, rolling her eyes.
"I was going to say 'stunning.'" He said, placing his hands on her waist. The redhead was wearing a low-cut blue blouse with sheer details, black lace panties, and high heels. Her hair fell in perfect waves over her shoulders, and her makeup highlighted her eyes and lips.
"I was thinking of wearing a skirt, but I just changed my mind," she responded, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks under her fiancé's intense gaze.
"But why? Skirts are so much easier to take off," he teased, pulling her closer.
"We're going to a hockey game; it doesn't need to be practical," Potts retorted, trying to suppress a smile.
Tony then grabbed a plush shark-shaped hat, placing it on his head in an attempt to cheer her up. Pepper couldn't resist seeing Stark with the ridiculous accessory and ended up smiling. He leaned in and kissed her gently, and she reluctantly kissed him back. Her lips were incredibly soft that night.
"You know, this shark head could be interesting if you're up for some fun," he whispered, sending chills down her skin.
"The only character you're playing tonight is someone tied to the bed," she purred, knowing how to provoke, too.
"Well, I guess the Sharks can wait," the man murmured, but he was interrupted by his fiancée, who, with a mischievous smile, pushed him back into the bedroom.
A few minutes later, Pepper appeared wearing the same top, but now paired with tight-fitting pants that accentuated her curves. After checking on the twins and nursing Avery, they finally left the house, not without leaving detailed instructions for the babysitter first. On their way to the game, they took the expressway, but the heavy traffic made the trip slow. It seemed like the entire city was migrating to the stadium, and Tony sighed impatiently as he crawled along with the flow of cars.
"Remember that time we were stuck in traffic and you suggested... an alternative way to pass the time?" she asked with a suggestive smile.
"I remember, but there are cars all around us right now," he replied, surprised that she was suggesting something like that.
"Oh, relax, it's dark out there," Potts observed, placing her hand between his legs. "There's the shoulder on my side, and the person behind us can't see anything. Besides, whoever's next to you... well, I hope they mind their own business."
The brunet glanced at the car next to them. Two middle-aged men in Bruins jerseys, the opposing team that night, appeared to be arguing about something, paying no attention to their surroundings.
Pepper didn't give Stark a chance to change his mind. She quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, starting to stroke it. Tony took a deep breath, trying to focus on driving, but the sensation was intoxicating. She leaned over, letting her lips and tongue join the action. He knew what they were doing was risky, but the combination of adrenaline and pleasure made him want to continue. Pepper intensified her movements, and he struggled to keep his eyes open as he felt a shiver run down his spine.
"Babe, I'm gonna..." he moaned, feeling his body prepare for climax.
With traffic at a standstill, he quickly shifted the car into "park" before being overwhelmed by a powerful orgasm. Gripping the steering wheel tightly, his mind dissolved into sensation.
"You're going to be my downfall," he muttered, still breathless.
Satisfied, she wiped her mouth with her hand and smiled provocatively. "Well, that was fun," she said, adjusting herself in the seat as if nothing had happened.
The brunet just chuckled, feeling the heat rise to his face as traffic finally started to move again. When they arrived at the stadium, both were giddy, and after settling into their seats, Tony ordered drinks to toast every Sharks goal. The kiss cam came into play shortly after the start of the third period. After catching two couples, surprised and embarrassed, they appeared on the big screen. Stark shrugged with a mischievous smile and looked at his fiancée, who nervously laughed, trying to avoid making eye contact with the camera. Gently, he placed a hand on each side of her face and pulled her into a kiss that started as a soft brush of lips but quickly turned into something deeper and more passionate. The crowd around them started clapping and whistling but soon returned their focus to the game. Still a little dazed, Pepper smiled shyly when Tony whispered something in her ear before they turned back to the ice.
Later, after the Sharks won a hard-fought game in overtime against the Bruins, they headed home, both still feeling the adrenaline from the victory and something more... After dismissing the babysitter, they checked on the girls, who were fast asleep, before heading to their room. As soon as they entered, the brunet subtly closed the door, his eyes fixed on Potts, who barely had time to react before she felt her back pressed against the wall. He approached with an intensity that made her heart race, his hands on either side of her head, trapping her. His lips hovered inches from hers, his eyes burning with desire. The redhead could hardly breathe; every part of her body was acutely aware of his proximity. The heat between them was palpable. When Stark finally leaned in, the kiss was a soft tease, almost a promise of what was to come.
"What are you going to do?" Pepper whispered, her voice husky, already anticipating what was next. She knew she was going to pay for what happened in the car, and the anticipation consumed her.
Tony smirked and brought his lips even closer to hers, the warmth of his breath making the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.
"I'm going to explore every inch of your body until you beg me to stop. And then, baby, I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll still feel me days later."
The redhead's legs went weak. She was completely at his mercy, her body pulsing with raw, urgent need. Stark easily scooped her up, carrying her to the bed and gently laying her down on the white silk sheets, which contrasted with the champagne-colored comforter.
He stood by the bed, his eyes locked on hers as he took off his shirt, revealing his toned torso. Potts watched intently, her eyes gleaming with desire. When the brunet unzipped his jeans, she bit her lower lip, unable to look away. His pants fell to the floor, revealing his strong thighs and the boxer briefs that barely contained the erection pressing against the fabric.
Tony gripped himself for a moment, squeezing lightly before getting rid of the last piece of clothing. For a moment, he stood there, naked and imposing, his strong body silhouetted in the dim light of the room.
"Do you like what you see?" he asked with a satisfied smile.
Pepper chuckled softly, the sound muffled by anticipation. "I've always liked it, you know that."
Without hesitation, she reached out and pulled him closer, her hands wrapping around his hard cock, feeling the heat radiating from him. But before she could do anything else, Stark smiled mischievously and murmured, "Your turn."
Only then did the redhead realize that, while he was completely naked, she was still fully clothed. She tried to take off her blouse seductively, but the brunet, impatient, was quicker, pulling the garment over her head and tossing it to the floor. His eyes locked onto her breasts as they were freed when he expertly unhooked her bra. The man let out a low groan, appreciating the sight of her nipples hardening in the cool air of the room.
"You're breathtaking," he murmured, his eyes shining with admiration.
With a quick move, Tony crawled onto the bed, approaching her slowly. He began to explore her body with kisses, licking a trail from the base of her breasts to the top, where he teased her nipples with slow, deliberate circles of his tongue, burning her with heat and desire. While his mouth toyed with her breasts, his hands didn't stop. One squeezed her other breast while the other slipped down to unzip her pants and slide inside her panties.
"My God," he whispered, his voice loaded with surprise and desire. "You're so wet."
His fingers circled her clit, as Pepper arched her hips, wanting more. He obliged, sliding two fingers inside her while his thumb continued to press on the right spot in slow, circular motions. Her body was taut, on the brink of orgasm.
"If you keep going like this, I'm going to come right now," she managed to murmur, her voice hoarse and urgent.
"Then come," Stark replied, his lips now on her other breast. "Because I'm going to make you come again, anyway."
"You're so sure of yourself…" the redhead teased, though her tone was full of surrender.
The man looked at her intensely, her nipple between his teeth, his gaze pure Tony Stark: absolute and unshakable confidence.
He bit the nipple lightly, then harder, sending a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her body. His fingers were buried deep inside her now, pressing against her G-spot with fast, precise movements.
"Don't stop," Pepper moaned, gripping the sheets tightly.
"I have no intention of stopping, love."
She was on the verge of losing control, her body vibrating with desire and need. Then Tony kissed her, a searing, possessive kiss that made her surrender completely.
When they finally pulled apart, the redhead smiled at him, her eyes glowing with desire.
"You've always had me," she whispered, guiding him inside her. "You know that, right?"
The brunet closed his eyes and let out a low moan as he filled her slowly. Every movement was deliberate, deep, as if he were savoring every second. He moaned in her ear with every thrust, whispering words of adoration.
"You're like honey," he whispered, biting her lip before moaning louder as he sank even deeper inside her. "So warm, so perfect. I can't believe you're mine."
"I've always been yours," Potts whispered back as they moved in perfect sync, as if their bodies had been made for each other.
Sweat dripped from their bodies, the heat between them intensifying, and it didn't take long before they both reached climax again, their bodies trembling with the intensity of the moment.
"You're... I don't even have words, Mr. Stark," the woman whispered, still trying to catch her breath.
"Incredible will do," he replied with his usual smug smile.
"Arrogant…" Pepper muttered, giving him a light slap on the arm.
"I only deal in facts," he said with a wink before leaning in to kiss her again.
"What are you doing now?" the redhead asked as Tony started trailing kisses down her body, from her collarbone to her belly.
"Keeping my promise," he shrugged, licking softly along each side of her hips before burying his face between her legs. The brunet skillfully used his tongue, teasing her clit before slipping his fingers back inside her.
Her hands tangled in his hair, legs spreading wider, begging for more. Sensing how close she was to another orgasm, Stark pulled away for a moment, gently blowing on her, making her groan in frustration.
"Say 'please'," he demanded, his voice deep and teasing.
"Please," she answered, almost desperate.
"Tell me how much you want this," he continued, his voice gravelly.
"I want this. I want you."
"How much?"
"Desperately. I can't take it anymore."
"Good girl," Tony murmured, satisfied, before diving back in, sending her over the edge once again.
And that night, he kept all his promises, making her experience paradise in more ways than one.