My Last Love Affair: A Fake Fiancee Secret Baby Romance

by Ali Parker

  I shook my head. “I need to change. I want to change. I can’t change without you. You bring out the man inside me who I want to be. I can’t do this without you. Please, say you’ll help me on this new journey through life,” I said in a low voice, unaccustomed to begging, but that’s what I felt like I was doing.

  “Grayson, I love you for you. I don’t want you to change. I want you to trust me and be willing to let me in. All I ask is you give me the benefit of the doubt. You’re not broken,” she said in a soft voice.

  Those words were the kindest, sweetest words I had heard. I had listened to people I loved and respected telling me I needed to change, to be different. No matter how hard I tried to pretend the words didn’t hurt, they did. Hearing her words made me feel whole. She didn’t want me to change but improve. That was different. That, I could do. For too long, I’d been feeling like I had been half a man. It had been tearing me down, a little at a time, despite my rough-and-tough exterior.

  I held her hand and drew her close to me. Our bodies pressed together. I could feel her belly bump and smiled. That was my child in there. I was suddenly overcome with emotion. My head lowered to hers and I gave her a sweet kiss. It was a kiss of promise. I would be everything she needed me to be. I wouldn’t be perfect, but I was sure going to try like hell.

  Her arms came around me, stretching up to reach for the back of my head, pulling her close to me. The kiss intensified, her mouth opened and before I knew what was happening, my lust was spiraling out of control. I had to have her. I had a thin hold on the passion burning through my body. A soft little moan in the back of her throat was my undoing. I couldn’t wait another second to have her.

  Chapter 72

  Hannah

  Tasting his lips sent my body into some crazy, passion-filled frenzy. I couldn’t seem to stop myself. I wanted to eat the man alive. I felt like a ravenous animal as I plunged my tongue into his mouth while pressing my body close. I wanted him. I was desperate for his touch. I had been longing to hear him say the words and now that I had, it was like a switch had been flipped. I practically climbed his body, trying to get closer.

  “Shh,” he whispered, pulling his mouth from mine as he moved his lips to my neck, sucking and biting.

  I was so hot and turned on. I was already wet. I could feel the dampness between my legs. My head went back, looking past the twinkle lights strung across his balcony to the stars above. Being outside, in the fresh air and under the canopy of stars barely visible with the city lights flooding the area, was erotic. That wild side of me was feeding off the idea of being outside, in the middle of a bustling city with millions of people all around us.

  On that balcony, it was only the two of us. We had total privacy and I wanted to make the most of it.

  “Take me.” I groaned as his mouth moved to the other side of my neck.

  “Here?” he asked in that deep voice that told me he was just as hot as I was.

  “Here,” I demanded.

  His hands moved to the back of my dress. He began undoing the buttons while his mouth continued to work over my neck, igniting little fires all over my skin. He stood, his body close to mine as he gently pulled the dress down my torso. I had on a white satin bra with matching panties. It was our wedding night all over again, but this was the night I would choose to remember as the beginning of our life together.

  I stepped out of the dress, standing before my husband in the cool night air, practically naked. His eyes dropped to my swollen belly, his hands reached out and caressed the place where I held our child inside me. He looked up at me and I could see the emotion in his eyes. I smiled at him. His eyes dropped to my lips before slamming his mouth onto mine, his tongue plunging deep inside as his hands roamed my body.

  “You’re beautiful,” he whispered against my mouth. “So fucking beautiful and mine.”

  He stepped away and stripped off his suit with record speed. I greedily watched, chewing my bottom lip, longing to see his naked body. I craved him. That was my pregnancy craving—him. A few seconds later he was standing naked before me, his proud cock jutting out. I reached out and stroked him, holding him tight as I slid my fisted hand up and down his length.

  I marveled at his hardness. I closed my eyes, imagining him inside me and moaned with pleasure at the memory. His hand reached between my legs, cupping me. I ground my pelvis against the heel of his palm, wanting the hardness against me. He applied more pressure before moving close to me, kissing me again, making me hotter and wetter than ever.

  I was squirming against his body, desperate for him to fill me. His hands pushed my panties down before stepping away from me. I quickly shucked them while he undid my bra. My swollen breasts sprang free. I no longer felt self-conscious about my body as he stared at me, drinking in the sight of me, making me feel like the sexiest woman in the world.

  “Gorgeous,” he whispered before stepping close once again and hiking me up his body.

  My legs went around his waist before I slowly lowered myself onto him. The head of his cock probed my opening. I gasped at the initial intrusion. Without his fingers to stretch and prime me, I was tight.

  “Slow.” He grunted.

  I gasped as I slid myself a little lower on his body. It was like the first time all over again. I felt my body on the verge. I was going to orgasm, and he wasn’t even all the way inside me. It was the achingly slow descent that was driving me over the edge.

  “Grayson.” I moaned, unable to stop my body’s response.

  “Let it go. I’ve got you,” he promised.

  I cried out, letting the orgasm carry me away as I lowered myself completely onto him. My husband, the strong, capable man stood still, holding me close as I rode out the orgasm. I heard myself moaning and gasping while he stood stalwart and strong under me.

  He moved to one of the chairs and slowly sat down with me straddling him, never breaking contact. When he sat, it pushed him a little higher inside me, pulling a cry from my throat that was full of ecstasy.

  His mouth went to my neck, sucking hard as I slowly rolled my hips forward. One hand cupped my breast, holding it for his mouth to suckle. My nipples were extremely sensitive, the slightest touch sending me into a crazy spiral of heat and fire. His hands dropped to my ass, pulling me forward in a hard thrust that pushed him impossibly higher into my body.

  My head dropped to his neck, my breasts pressed against his chest, the crinkly hairs tickling my nipples and creating wild sensations throughout my body. Hard and soft all at the same time, overwhelming my brain with beautiful sensations that were taking me on a ride to the heavens.

  I moaned, my body pushing against his, my hands around his neck as I held him closer to me. I couldn’t get close enough, I wanted more skin-to-skin contact. I pushed on, riding him faster, listening to his grunts and groans of pleasure below me.

  “Hannah,” he said my name and I was lost.

  I leaned my head back, shouting at the sky with supreme pleasure as my body spasmed around his, my arms clenching around his neck as I held on tight. He stood, walking with me back into his apartment, my pussy still squeezing his dick inside me as he strolled through his home with my naked, quivering body draped over him.

  He lowered me to his bed, standing and pulling out of my body. I looked up at him, our eyes locking in the candlelight. It was then that I realized I was lying on more rose petals. There were candles flickering all around the room.

  I smiled up at him. “You were that confident, huh?”

  He grinned, raising an eyebrow. “I wanted to be prepared for anything.”

  “And then I demanded you take me on the balcony.”

  He laughed. “That was not expected.”

  His smile faded, and it was quickly replaced with a look of pure heat. His hands reached out to caress my thighs before he gently tugged, rolling me to my side and then to my stomach. I quickly got to my knees, my elbows propped on the bed as he stroked his hand over my ass, his fingers separating my folds an
d pushing inside me.

  I was still wet and ready for him. I felt the bed dip as he climbed up behind me. With loving tenderness, he slowly pushed his heavy cock inside me once again. I sighed with the relief of him filling my body. It felt so good to have him inside me. I felt whole.

  He slowly made love to me. Each stroke tender and loving as his hands roamed over my body, his fingertips barely grazing my skin. It was a slow rise, like being in a roller coaster, hearing the clinking sound of the wheels turning as you creep upward. He was taking me higher and higher. I knew what was coming. My body was stiff with anticipation. Every nerve awake and tingling with excitement.

  I could feel his dick growing harder as he kept up the slow pace, raking over each nerve ending and pushing back in. His breathing was coming faster, his grip on my hips tightening. I was close to losing all control.

  “Grayson.” I gasped, almost afraid to go any higher.

  I was wound tightly. I was going to explode.

  “Not. Yet.” He grunted.

  I whimpered, my body on the verge of shattering. It was too much. I was going to die of ecstasy. I could feel it happening and was helpless to stop.

  “Oh, fuck,” he whispered.

  “Grayson,” I cried again, knowing we were going somewhere we had never been.

  I was terrified and thrilled at the same time. He was with me. It couldn’t be bad if he was with me.

  “Fuck!” he cried out, his body stiffening as he pressed deep inside me.

  I could feel the spurting of his hot release deep inside me. I fell into the sweet, dark abyss with him. My body exploding into a million pieces as I rocked against him. Each spasm setting off a flurry of new spasms. It seemed the orgasm would stretch on forever. When my body finally released him, I collapsed to my side. I felt tears on my face and quickly wiped them.

  “Are you okay?” he whispered.

  I opened my eyes to see him lying on the bed, facing me. I smiled. “Yes. I’m sorry. I cry at everything.”

  He smiled back. “Okay.”

  His hand reached out and rubbed my shoulder. We lay together, staring into each other’s eyes for several minutes. I had to tell him the thing I hadn’t said earlier. I wasn’t sure if he was waiting for me to say it first or maybe he didn’t feel the same way—yet, anyway.

  “Can I tell you something?” I asked in a soft voice.

  He slowly nodded. “Of course. Tell me anything.”

  I smiled. “I love you.”

  He grinned. “I love you.”

  Hearing him say the words, seeing the truth in his eyes was too much. I found myself crying all over again.

  “Hey,” he said softly, pulling me close against him.

  “I’m sorry. I seriously cry all the time. Please, don’t take it personally. A stupid commercial can make me cry. A smell, food, anything.”

  He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against me. “It’s okay. I don’t mind a bit.”

  “Good, because we are going to need to buy stock in a facial tissue company,” I quipped.

  “Done. You name the brand and I will buy it for you,” he said, and I knew he was being entirely serious.

  It was going to take some getting used to. He was a man who could buy me anything I wanted and would do it if I asked. It was a lot like living with a genie. I had to be careful what I wished for. It was very likely to come true if I didn’t choose my words carefully.

  “Thank you. All of this was amazing and so romantic,” I said, using my hand to gesture around the room.

  “I wanted it all to be perfect for you. I want to show you how much I love you and how serious I am about being the man you deserve. You are a gorgeous, smart, sexy woman and you deserve the best. I’m going to try like hell to be the best.”

  I laughed softly. “I have no doubt in my mind that you are the best. You are a good man. You are devastatingly handsome, charming, and I love that you kick ass and don’t bother taking names. You are my man, and don’t you ever forget it.”

  “I’m your man.”

  We lay together a while longer before we finally moved to crawl under the covers and make love again. It was our honeymoon—our real honeymoon, celebrating our love for each other in a sea of hot passion.

  Chapter 73

  Grayson

  In keeping with the way Hannah and I did everything, we moved her into my place in a matter of two days. We liked to move fast. I couldn’t bear to be apart from her and wasn’t about to let her get away. My penthouse was plenty big enough for all of us. The moving truck, along with a fleet of movers, had just brought in the last box. We were sticking with my furniture for now with plans to redo the place with both of our tastes reflected. That would come later.

  I could hear my beautiful wife and her friend chatting in the room we were making into the nursery. For too long, the room had sat empty. It had been outfitted to be a guest room with a large bed and dresser, but no one had ever slept in the bed. I forgot the room was even there most of the time. The maid dusted in there and put fresh linens on the bed once a week, but I never bothered going into it.

  Now, it would be my child’s nursery. Hannah had already informed me we were not finding out the sex of the baby until he or she blessed us with its presence. It was fine by me—for the most part. I wasn’t big on surprises, but I knew it was what she wanted, and I could go along with that.

  Justin came to stand beside me in the living room sprinkled with boxes here and there. “I’m proud of you,” he said in a fatherly way.

  I scoffed. “Thanks.”

  “This is going to be good for you. Our kids can grow up together. Although, it will be two against one.” He winked.

  “My one kid will be fine against two of yours,” I teased.

  “Let’s go see what they’re up to in there. We need to get our wives together. They can talk all things baby—then I don’t have to hear about things no husband should ever hear about,” he said on a groan.

  “Hannah would like that.”

  We walked down the hall and found Amber and Hannah standing in the middle of the room, talking about the best place to put the crib and the rocking chair.

  “I don’t want the baby to wake up early with the sunlight coming through the window,” Hannah said.

  I walked behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, my hands resting on her belly. “Isn’t that what curtains are for?” I quipped.

  She sighed. “I don’t want the baby in a cave, but I don’t want the sunlight directly in his eyes.”

  I nodded. I wasn’t going to win the battle, so I chose not to engage. “How about dinner?” I asked, smelling the scent of lemon and herbs wafting down the hallway.

  “I could eat,” Hannah said and we all burst into laughter.

  The morning sickness seemed to be in the past as long as she ate the right foods, and when she ate the right foods, she could really pack it away. I loved watching her eat. She was feeding my child, making it healthy and strong with every bite.

  The four of us headed into the formal dining room. We were quickly served the meal prepared by the cook I had recently hired to ensure Hannah ate right and didn’t tucker herself out by trying to do it herself. She insisted she didn’t need anyone cooking for her. I insisted she did. We settled on the cook coming in three days a week and preparing meals that could be popped in the oven if Hannah wasn’t feeling up to it or we were on a tight schedule.

  “Thank you,” I told the young woman who served the last dish before giving her the rest of the night off.

  “Have you guys talked about names yet?” Justin asked, stuffing a bit of salmon into his mouth.

  Hannah shook her head. “Not yet.”

  “Give us some time.” I growled.

  Justin laughed. “That kid will be here before you know it. Trust me, it always sneaks up on you when you are least expecting it.”

  Amber was nodding. “We’ve been shopping for a couple months and I don’t think she has nearly enough stuff
yet.”

  Justin laughed. “You never do. Grayson is going to be making midnight runs to the store to get binkies or diapers or wipes. You never have enough.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “I won’t be going anywhere in the middle of the night.”

  Hannah looked at me. “Not even for your child?”

  I shook my head. “They have delivery services for that. I will buy so many diapers, wipes and binkies we’ll never run out,” I said with confidence.

  Justin rolled his eyes. “I actually believe you. You better rent the apartment below you to store all the stuff,” he joked.

  I shrugged a shoulder. “That’s not a bad idea.”

  “What about a nanny?” Amber asked.

  “No!” Hannah immediately said.

  I smiled with pleasure. “If you want a nanny, we’ll hire the best.”

  She shook her head. “No. I can work from home. If there are days I need to leave, we’ll have a nanny, but I want to raise this child—us, not a stranger. Your mom raised six of you. I’m sure I can handle one child.”

  Justin chuckled, as if he thought she couldn’t do it. I knew my wife and I knew she could. I would be hands-on as well. I would be there for the night feedings and diaper changes and the dreaded teething. I wanted to be there for all of it. Hell, maybe I’d work from home part-time as well. The idea of renting the apartment below my own was really taking hold. I was going to call the building owner in the morning and find out if it was available. I would talk with Hannah later, when we were alone and ask her thoughts on the matter. Maybe it was time to move into a townhome or out of the city.

  We finished our dinner before Justin excused himself to go home to his own family. Amber left a few minutes after, leaving Hannah and me alone in our home. It was ours. We were sharing a home and it felt great. I had been nervous for nothing.

  “Are you okay with all this?” She pointed to the boxes littering the living room and lining the hallway as we moved through our home.