by Jamie Knight
For breakfast, I drank weak tea and managed to hold down some oatmeal. I listed out the things I needed to achieve before exhaustion took over for the day. I wanted to talk to a few more doctors and look at cribs and strollers—all the stuff I should’ve been doing with Shane.
After dressing and showering, I dropped my maternity planner into my bag and left the house. I was stepping into my car when Shane pulled up. My heart pitter patted, and my stomach somersaulted.
He walked up the driveway. His eyes were bloodshot and dark circles ringed his eyes. He looked like he hadn’t slept in a year.
“Can we talk?” He ran his fingers through his already messy hair.
“I think we both said more than enough yesterday.” My heart reached for him, but I snatched it back. He’d already rejected me once, and I wouldn’t allow him to reject me again.
“There’s a lot more to say.” He nodded toward the house. “Can we go inside?”
I crossed my arms. “I was on my way out. Whatever you need to say, you can say here.”
“I’m sorry for the way I acted towards you. I’m sorry for walking away from us. I had reasons, but none of them are valid. They’re stupid and pathetic, like me. We’re buying more strip clubs and want you to take over operations. You’ve got a good head for the business. Please say you’ll come back. Don’t leave me. But the thing I wanted to talk about most was us. I—I love you.”
I dry heaved and pressed a hand against my mouth. “This is all too much. Too overwhelming.” I swayed and leaned against the car.
Shane reached out to steady me. “Are you sick?”
I would have to tell him. He needed—deserved—to know the truth.
“You may change your mind about everything when I tell you this. You might tell me to get the fuck out of your life.” I lowered my hand from my mouth.
“What is it? You can tell me anything.”
“I’m pregnant.” He stood stone still. All the color draining from his face. “I’m one of those strippers who got herself pregnant.”
Shane’s shaking hands reached for mine. “You didn’t get yourself pregnant—we did. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry for everything. I don’t deserve you. But if you’ll take me back, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I want you, and I want our baby.”
He fell to his knees in front of me and brought my fingers to his lips. “Say you’re mine, Alyssa. Say yes. Make me the happiest man alive. I will never hurt you again. Without you, my life is nothing.”
I closed my eyes, but I couldn’t hold back my tears. “Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, I’ll marry you. I thought I’d never allow myself to fall in love. But you’ve shown me what it’s like to be happy and to be accepted. To know how good a man’s love feels. I love you, Shane, and want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
He stood and cupped his palms around my cheeks. “Forever starts right now.”
“Then we’d better get started.” I took his hand and led him into the house. “We have a lot to make up for. I need you to make love to me. I need you to take me to bed.”
He grinned. “I can do that.”
We ran upstairs to my bedroom and tore one another’s clothes off.
“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” he said, kissing me from head to toe. “You have no idea how much I ached to wake up beside you. To have you in my arms.”
“Believe me,” I whispered. “I do.”
We tumbled onto the bed, and I straddled his waist, brushing my wet slit backward and forwards over his cock.
He reached up, caught my swollen breasts in his hands, and swiped the pads of his thumbs over my puckered nipples.
“I think I’m going to like you pregnant.” He pinched my nipples hard, and I reared back.
“Me too. Being pregnant has left me super horny.” I grabbed his cock and slid down.
He gripped my hips and thrust upward. “I plan to fuck you every day for the rest of your life.”
I threw my head back and laughed. “I’ll hold you to that.”
He spread my folds and flicked my engorged clit until I gasped for breath. Reaching back, I cupped his balls and held them in my palm. Both of us groaned, losing ourselves to one another.
“I love how your cock fills me up.”
“And I love how fucking tight your pussy is.”
I pressed my hand on top of his and guided him to the perfect spot. My body was made for this man. He sent me to heights I didn’t know existed.
“That’s it, baby, fuck me hard. Make me explode inside of you.”
I moved my hips faster, grinding against his hardness, taking all the pleasure he offered.
“Milk my cock, Alyssa.”
Shane’s dirty talk sent fire through my veins. “I’m going to come,” I cried out.
My climax took control. I fell forward and dug my fingers into his chest. My inner walls clenched hard around him, and I cried and screamed his name.
Shane’s neck muscles corded, and he came deep inside me.
Afterward, we lay locked in each other’s arms, happiness cocooning us.
“Thank you for making me the happiest man alive. Thank you for forgiving me, and thank you for helping me see how wrong I was. I’ll never judge anyone again.”
I pressed kisses all over his chest. “And thank you for loving me for me, and for accepting me for who I am and what I do. I love you, Shane. I’ll love you forever.”
“I love you, Alyssa, and I will until my last breath and beyond.”
At that moment, I knew everything was going to work out perfectly.
Epilogue
Alyssa
Eighteen Months Later
Later today, I would walk down the aisle and marry the man of my dreams. The man I worshiped. The man I went to bed with and the man I woke up with.
Shane and our cute-as-a-button son, Jackson, would be waiting for me at the top of the aisle along with Liam, Jack, Noah, Candy, and Rachel.
I reached out and stroked my still sleeping son’s hand. After giving birth, I decided to stay home for a while. I consulted with Shane and his partners on the business, but Red Velvet had hung up her stilettos. She occasionally made an appearance in the bedroom, though.
I would go back to work full time one day, but I was content being a stay at home mom for the next few years.
I enjoyed every moment of mom life, even changing explosive diapers and having sleepless nights. Shane had cut down on his hours at The Bachelor. Deke and Blade had been promoted to managers, and Candy and Rachel shared the headline dance of the night.
Not too long after I resigned, Naomi had been fired for offering customers blow jobs in the bathroom. Karma was a bitch.
I’d contacted my mother to tell her about Jackson, but she showed little interest in meeting him or Shane. Her rejection didn’t hurt me. She had her own demons to defeat, but I hoped that one day, we could call a truce.
Johnny had taken on the job as PopPop. He was the only father I’d known, so I was delighted to have him act as Jackson’s grandad.
My life was perfect, and was about to get even better. Plus, I had a wedding night surprise for my husband-to-be.
***
Once the bedroom door closed, my husband pressed me against it and ran his hands up and down my arms and over my shoulders. “I’ve wanted you all day long. You’re lucky I didn’t throw you over my shoulder during the reception.”
“I wouldn’t have minded.”
My breathing, along with my heart, picked up speed. Shane flicked the tip of his tongue along the seam of my lips, tracing around and around, hinting at what was to come.
“I love you, Mrs. O’Brien.”
In a flash of movement, he slanted his lips over mine and kissed me with demanding pressure. His hands were everywhere. Caressing my shoulders. Tunneling under my dress and over the curve of my ass.
I dug my fingers through his hair and h
eld him close, moaning and gasping into his mouth.
He broke away, his eyes glassy, his breathing fast and hard. “I’m the luckiest man in the world. There isn’t a woman as sexy or as beautiful as you anywhere.”
“I’m the lucky one.” I took his hand and led him to the king-sized bed.
Standing behind me, Shane slowly untied and unzipped my wedding dress. When my dress was fully unzipped, he pushed it down my body and helped me step out.
I kicked the dress to one side. Wearing only my heels, corset, and a white, lacey thong, I turned around to face him.
“Looking at you is enough to make me come .” He blew out a long, low whistle. Slowly, carefully, he moved his hands from my shoulders to my breasts, then down over my stomach. He paused at the waistband of my thong. “As sexy as this is, I want to see my wife’s pussy.”
Lowering himself, he lifted one leg at a time and pulled my thong down my legs and over my shoes until it lay at my feet.
Moving back up my body, he ran his hands up my thighs and over my hips and waist until he reached my breasts.
While bathing my shoulders with kisses, he unhooked my corset. It dropped to the floor, landing on top of the discarded thong.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Alyssa. Fucking perfect. And you’re all mine.” Shane reached around the front of my body, cupped my breasts in each hand, and thumbed my puckered nipples.
My back arched, and my head tilted back until it leaned against his shoulder.
“You like that?” he asked.
I nodded my reply. “You know, I do.”
“Then I think you’ll like this, too.” He moved his hand lower and cupped my mound, massaging and caressing until I was close to losing my mind. He nudged my slick folds wide and teased my opening with his fingertips. “So fucking wet.”
“I’ve been soaked all day.”
With a possessive growl, he removed his hand and walked around to the front of my body. He fell to his knees and said, “I’ve never tongue fucked a married woman before.”
“And I’ve never been tongue fucked by a married man before.” To give him better access, I widened my stance. He spread me open, exposing my swollen clit to the cool air.
He inhaled deeply. “You smell as delicious as always.”
“Why don’t you see if I taste as good as I smell?” I anchored my splayed fingers on top of his head, and as if sensing my urgency, he flicked his tongue over my throbbing clit.
Oh. My. God.
Just like it always did, the first flick of his tongue left me a shuddering, gasping mess.
To show him I wanted more, I dug my fingernails into his scalp.
“My wife is so demanding.”
“You have no idea how bad it’s going to get for you.”
On a chuckle, he clamped his mouth around my clit and sucked.
I swayed against him, losing myself to the swirling pleasure—the first signs of my orgasm coiled low in my belly. Needy moans and groans rose from my throat. I was seconds away.
While his lips, mouth, and tongue continued to torture me, he reached up and pulled my nipples, tweaking them hard and showing them no mercy. Searing pleasure zeroed in on my clit, and a second later, a soul-shaking orgasm blasted through me. I gripped Shane’s head and called out his name. My hips writhed, and I rode his mouth and tongue.
When the waves of my orgasm lessened, he didn’t stop pleasuring me. Instead, his tongue became more persistent. Just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to withstand the aching pressure, he wrenched a second stronger orgasm from my depths. By the time he’d finished, I was floating in the clouds.
Holding on to me, he stood and gathered me in his muscular arms.
“Hearing my wife come was the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard.” He kissed me hard, his lips coated with the evidence of my climax. He broke our kiss and nuzzled his nose against mine. “Are you ready to come again?”
“I have something for you first.” I placed a hand on his chest.
“And what would that be, Mrs. O’Brien?”
“A wedding gift, Mr. O’Brien.”
“You’ve already given me enough.”
I smiled. “I’m pregnant.”
Shane
Stunned didn’t come close to describing the impact of her news. I wanted to punch the air in victory and shout it from the rooftops. Being a dad was the greatest gift anyone had given me. Jackson was the light of my life, and now we had another one on the way.
“Do you want to rest? I know how tired carrying Jackson made you.”
Alyssa stroked her fingertips along my jawline. “I want you to make love to me. I want to consummate our marriage. We can sleep later. I’ve never wanted anything or anyone this much in my life.” Her lower lip wobbled. “I love you so much, and I love the future and the family we’re creating.”
I took her hands in mine and kissed her fingertips one at a time. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you.”
She gazed at me with those large and loving blue eyes of hers. I would care for her and protect her and our family forever.
Alyssa climbed onto the mattress, and as she did, I caught a glimpse of her glistening pussy. Something I would never tire of.
I yanked off my clothes and knelt between her legs. Her orgasm had left her clit engorged, and her folds swollen. I had to touch and taste her again. I circled my fingertips around her entrance, loving the way her pussy gave little spasms as if trying to entice me in.
“Please don’t make me wait any longer,” she begged, squirming around. “Take me.”
I growled at the desperation in her voice. I was as desperate as she was.
I lined the tip of my cock up with her entrance and pushed her knees up against her belly. Then slowly, oh so slowly, I eased inside, opening her up.
While pushing my cock deeper, I massaged her clit, and with every rotation of my fingers, my wife welcomed me even more.
My body demanded I slam into her and take what I needed, but I wouldn’t do that, not tonight. I wanted our wedding night to be something neither of us would forget.
“Take me, Shane. Fuck me.” Her words came out husky and strained, and she dug her nails into my forearms. “Show me what I do to you. Show me how much you love me.”
I gritted my teeth against the pressure mounting and swirling inside. “I don’t want this to be over too soon.”
“Who cares if it is. We can make love again and again and again.”
Without waiting, I slammed into her. We both moaned at the same time. Damn.
Her pussy dragged me in until my balls hit off her ass cheeks. In an effort to hold back, I tensed every muscle in my body.
I needed to wait until she came on my dick before giving myself over to the pleasure. I tapped the pad of my thumb against her clit, moving the distended bud back and forth.
“Play with your tits, Alyssa. Show me how much you love having your nipples played with.”
My wife grabbed her breasts and massaged and tweaked her puckered nipples, and with every pinch, her inner muscles tightened around me.
Her small tremors become larger ones until they eventually became an earthquake.
Her back arched off the bed, her palms circled her nipples, and she called my name while her head thrashed from side to side.
There was nothing I could do to stop from falling into the abyss after her. With everything I had, I slammed into her repeatedly, showing no mercy, and with every plunge, my balls slapped against her ass.
Fire streaked up my spine, and then everything vanished. A second later, I exploded, my hot cum filling her up.
When her inner muscles stopped undulating, and my dick stopped spurting, I collapsed on top of her. When my heart stopped thundering, I fell to one side, taking her with me, and kissed her with all the love I had inside me.
“Are you ready for more?” I asked.
“Always.”
We made l
ove until the wee hours before drifting off in one another’s arms. Life couldn’t get any better.
THE END
Handling His Talent
A Forbidden Hot Boss Romance
Forbidden Hot Boss Book 1
Copyright © 2020 Nikki Rayne & Jamie Knight.
All rights reserved.
Chapter 1 - Brock
“Bullshit. I don’t need a goddamn babysitter.”
I pressed my knuckles against Noah’s desk and stared him down. The biggest movie producer in Tinseltown had summoned me to his home office in the Hollywood Hills. I was about to get ripped a new one and most likely fired. I couldn’t say I didn’t deserve both.
I should be in Dublin preparing for the first day of filming, but instead, I was back in L.A. after spending the last month in Bangkok getting shitfaced.
Noah turned his laptop in my direction. “This says you do. What the fuck were you thinking? You stole a fucking tuk-tuk and took it for a fucking joyride then crashed it outside the Grand Palace. You’re lucky you didn’t get arrested and thrown in Bang Kwang prison and not just thrown on a plane. Videos are all over social media. You’ve been trending on Twitter for twenty-four hours.” He sniffed, his nose wrinkling in disgust. “And you reek of cheap booze.”
I shrugged. “Your knuckleheads kidnapped me when I touched down at LAX. I haven’t had a chance to go home and clean up. And so what? I had a few drinks during the flight.”
“Care to explain the tuk-tuk?”
“The driver was a fan. He came along for the ride. Letting off steam doesn’t mean I need someone to hold my hand or wipe my ass.”
Noah pulled up another news site, then another and another and another. “The insurance broker can’t find anyone willing to underwrite you unless we hire a minder. There’s no other option. We need someone to keep you on track.”
I jabbed a finger in his direction. “My assistant can keep me on track just fine. I don’t need anyone else on my payroll. I’ll talk to my manager about this bullshit.”