I’d received a work call during dinner and had to excuse myself. Our company had taken a pretty direct hit when the picture of us had been splashed across the papers. Then, someone inside my organization leaked my plans for the restructure to the board and they went apeshit. Most of them had walked, taking all of our bigger clients with them.
My first instinct had been to scramble and save the crumbling empire, but during a conversation with Jade, she asked me what it was my father and I loved about the company. Mulling over my answer, I realized it was because he and I had built and developed the product together.
My father had left all of the patents to me in his will. So, I dissolved the company and started a research facility instead. I returned to where I belonged, in the lab, improving the technology instead of peddling it. After two years, we had a break through and we were approached with a government contract. I hired a CEO, to run the business side of things, and continued to keep being “the mad scientist,” as Jade liked to call me. I liked to think my dad would be happy with where my career had taken me, and even more so with the state of my personal life.
When I finished my call, Jade had already put our son to bed and I knew she’d planned to take a bath. Our room was still and empty when I entered it, but there was light coming from under the bathroom door. Assuming she was still soaking in the tub, I hurried to set everything as I wanted it in order to seduce my wife into agreeing to whatever I wanted. I had a decent track record of making her scream yes when something was important to me.
I set the baby monitor on the dresser, put out candles and soft music, turned down the bed, and retrieved my secret weapon from the kitchen, setting it on the table next to the bed. After everything was just right, I changed into a pair of pajama pants and knocked on the bathroom door.
“Sweetheart?”
“I’m about done in here, Lucas. I’ll be out in a minute.”
She sounded relaxed instead of angry. Excellent.
I walked back to the bed and was about to open my package when I heard the door creak. Turning around, I stumbled back at the overwhelming sight in front of me.
Jade was wearing a white, lacy thong, glittery white pasties, thigh highs, and silver “fuck me” heels. She placed a hand high up on either side of the door jam, her hip popped out, and her head cocked to the side so her long, platinum hear cascaded down the side of her body. The rounded bump of her stomach only added to the appeal of her look. She smiled seductively and my balls tightened. Relax boys.
“You look amazing, sweetheart,” I rasped as I wandered toward her.
Her green eyes swept down over her outfit pensively. “You don’t think I look like a stripper?”
I choked out a laugh at her comment, remembering how I’d assumed she was an exotic dancer the first time we met because of her looks and her name.
“Was that the look you were going for?” I asked as I stopped right in front of her.
She shimmied a little as she brushed past me, the heavy globes of her tits bouncing. Stopping, she looked back over her shoulder, gazing at me through lowered lashes.
“Would you like a private dance, Mr. St. James?”
I smiled and made my way to a small couch in the sitting area, getting settled before gesturing for her to go ahead.
I knew her game, and I was determined to win, but I couldn’t help testing the limits of my control by letting her play her hand a little longer. She began to move with the music, slow and sensual, her body like liquid sex.
I was tempted to check for drool, but I managed to keep my cool, barely. “If this is a ploy to get me to change my mind about the name Ruby, you can forget it, wife,” I growled. Her eyes widened innocently and it was so fucking sexy, I snapped.
I stalked toward her and carefully tossed her on the bed. After stripping us both, I wasted no time thrusting inside her. We moaned in unison as heat rushed between us, getting hotter with every drive of my cock into her tight pussy.
“This doesn’t mean you’ve won, sweetheart,” I whispered in her ear before nipping at the lobe, feeling her shiver.
My hands slid up her arms to her wrists, holding them above her head and my head dipped to taste her nipples. Jade’s tits were her downfall when she was pregnant. I’d finally completed my experiment and had discovered that I could, in fact, make her come just from playing with her nipples.
Her knees bent and she squeezed my hips between her thighs, the walls of her pussy attempting to milk my orgasm from me before I was ready. Leaving her wrists in one hand, I brought the other down to spank her ass as I bit lightly on one little peak. She gasped and arched, forcing me even deeper.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” I grunted, picking up speed. Damn it. I was losing every shred of control. But, I wouldn’t concede victory, not yet.
My hand slipped between us to pet her swollen little clit as my mouth descended on hers. After a thorough kiss, I inclined my head so my mouth brushed her ear when I spoke. “I love you,” I cooed as I pinched her clit and thrust hard.
Any thoughts of being the victor went flying when she exploded around me and it set off my own orgasm. I shouted her name and pumped into her with every shockwave as they washed over me.
Later, after we’d returned to earth, I leaned against the headboard with Jade on my lap, feeding her spoonfuls of the chocolate mousse I’d originally brought up to torture her with.
“I named Jonathan after you and your father, Lucas Jonathan St. James!” she argued as we continued our debate about names.
“And, I want to name my baby girl, Ruby, like her mother, Jade, because you are both my most precious gems,” I purred.
Cheesy, yes. And yet, I waited, and then I heard it, the little sniff. I grinned widely, certain I’d won.
“Lucas?” She asked softly.
“Hmmm?”
“Did you picture me in an outfit like the one from tonight when we first met?”
I shrugged, scooping out the last of the dessert and feeding it to her. “I suppose a picture of something like it flashed in my head when I heard your name.”
She swallowed and leaned against me, dropping her head back to meet my eyes. “And what do you suppose other men will picture when they look at your daughter, who will most likely look a lot like me, and are introduced to Ruby St. James.”
I froze. Well, fuck.
She smiled with smug satisfaction at the look on my face. “I win.”
I grumbled but had no argument.
“Maybe we’ll use it for her middle name.”
Jade laughed heartily and patted the side of my face sympathetically.
“Babe, it doesn’t really matter what her name is, if she looks much like me, they’ll be picturing it anyway.”
The absolute and complete horror I felt at the moment must have been clear on my face because Jade scrambled to her knees and faced me.
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“Fuck, no,” I croaked. “No girls. Tell the doctor to change it. We can only have boys.”
Jade’s concern quickly dissolved into another fit of laughter and I glared at her.
“You sound just like Bailey’s husband, Wyatt.” She rolled her eyes and started clearing things off of the bed while I calmed down.
She urged me to slip down so I was laying on my back and she curled herself into me, yawning.
“I mean it, Jade. After this one, boys only.”
She sighed. “Okay, Lucas. But that means no more getting pregnant, so we won’t be having sex anymore.”
“What the fuck?” I roared, jackknifing up and knocking Jade off of my chest.
She fell into a puddle of giggles at my reaction.
“Oh, babe. You should see the look on our face.”
I did not find her joke the least bit funny. “It’s not something you joke about, Jade.”
“Relax, lover boy,” she said as she snuggled into her pillow.
My eyes narrowed as I stared at her voluptuous body. I felt the overw
helming need to prove it was no joking matter.
Tossing her pillow and blanket away, I attacked her with the sole purpose of making sure she would never ever, even consider the idea of being deprived of the pleasure I could bring her.
By the time I was done, we both collapsed on the bed, sweaty, practically comatose.
“You’re right,” she panted. “I couldn’t live without it.”
“Damn fucking straight,” I grunted.
“You’ll just have to wear a condom,” she said and started giggling again.
I snorted, “Nothing between us, sweetheart.” I summoned the rest of my strength to smack her sweet little ass before wrapping myself around her. Snuggling closer, one hand resting possessively on her tummy, I sighed and buried my face in her neck.
I’d go hunting for a new name in the morning. I was determined to find one that told the world she was my treasure, just like her mother.
Bonus Scene: Happy Anniversary
Lucas
“Happy anniversary, sweetheart,” I whispered, trailing the petals of a soft, pink rose over her cheek, down and across her collarbone.
Jade’s eyes fluttered and she slowly began to wake, a beautiful smile gracing her face. With a little tug on the sheet, her generous tits were bare for me to feast my eyes on. I continued to slide the rose along her skin and over her nipples, going rock fucking hard at the sound of her gasp. An amazing feat, considering how stiff my cock had already been.
Unable to stop myself, I replaced the rose with my mouth, sucking and licking her nipples as they hardened into peaks. “Lucas!” Jade’s cry had all of my romantic plans flying out of the window. Ripping the sheet fully away, I freed my cock from my boxers and settled between Jade’s legs. I took her mouth in a deep kiss as I thrust deep inside her.
“Oh fuck, baby! I had you last night. How come I feel so desperate to fuck you right now?”
“Lucas, stop talking about it and do it,” she demanded.
“Anything you want, sweetheart.” I fucked her rough and hard, the headboard banging against the wall.
“Lucas!” she hissed. “The kids.”
“Staying at a friend’s house,” I growled, pounding into her sweet pussy. “There’s nobody to hear you scream but me, baby. Now, let me hear everything I do to you.”
She moaned and lifted her hips eagerly to meet my thrusts. “Jade!” I snapped.
“I can’t—I’m so used to—Oh, Lucas! Oh yes! Harder!”
“Good girl,” I grunted. Her cries turned to delicious screams until she arched her back and stiffened, then broke into a million pieces. I followed after, roaring her name as I poured my orgasm into her.
“So, no kids today, huh?” Jade asked, a sly edge to her tone as she panted, her heart rate beginning to return to normal.
I leaned down and nibbled her ear before telling her, “No kids all weekend, sweetheart. So, don’t expect to leave this bed much or be able to walk when you do.”
She sighed a sound of contentment, “Is this my anniversary present?”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course not, it’s mine.”
Jade laughed. “Figures. What do I get then?”
I grinned. “Another baby.” She snorted and looked at me like I was crazy. I stared back at her, perfectly serious.
“Lucas, that’s another present for you. One I wasn’t aware I was giving you.”
Caressing the side of her face, I moved my hand over to play with her earlobe. “Maybe it’s the new diamonds in your ears.” She gasped, and her hands flew up to touch the three-carat diamond studs I’d managed to get into her ears without waking her. As well as her second present. I touched the matching solitaire, lying just above the valley of her tits. “Or perhaps the one hanging around your neck.”
Jade shoved me off of her and ran to the mirror. “Holy shit! They’re freaking huge, Lucas!” She returned to the bed, a stunned look still lingering on her face. Climbing on the bed, she crawled over to me (Yep. The sight had my cock wound so tight, I was in pain) and kissed me softly.
“Thank you. They’re beautiful.”
“Not nearly as beautiful as you.” I palmed her tits. “Now about my presents…”
I trailed off when she straddled me, wiggling over my erection. “We can practice making a baby. How about that?” I pouted, and she rolled her eyes. “You’ll get your official present in seven months, you big baby.”
I felt my eyes become round as saucers and a massive smile split my face. “You’re right, we should practice for the next one.”
“The next one?” she shrieked.
I didn’t give her a chance to think about my words, instead, keeping her mind fully engaged in orgasm after orgasm.
Happy anniversary, indeed.
Baby, Don’t Go
Guy Rule: No sex in the friend zone.
Jack Halston’s life changed when his best friend married his sister. He started flying solo more often, especially once his niece and nephew were born. It made him reexamine his life and consider the possibility of settling down. But finding the right woman isn’t easy—unless she’s the one who filled the gap your best friend left behind.
Ellison Reed enjoyed her long-standing work flirtation with Jack. When their friendship deepened over time, she did her best to ignore the chemistry which sizzled whenever he was near… until the night Jack’s possessive tendencies exploded and he claimed the woman who was his. Before someone else could.
An accidental pregnancy between two surgeons who should have known better. A job offer in another state Ellison would be crazy to turn down. Too bad the path from friends to lovers is so complicated.
1
Jack
“Hey, Ellie!” I yelled as I jogged down the sterile halls of the hospital. A white lab coat and dark brown ponytail had just disappeared around the corner. As I reached the turn, I rammed into said lab coat and ponytail, knocking us both to the ground. I caught her as we fell, so that she landed on top of me. Soft tits were pressed against my chest, wisps of straight, toffee-colored hair tickled my chin, and a sweet, elfin face grinned at me, while her hazel eyes danced with amusement.
“You’re pretty clumsy for a surgeon, honey,” she laughed, then lightly smacked my shoulder. “And, would you stop calling me Ellie?”
The endearment brought warmth to my chest and her laugh started a buzz in the general area of my dick. I shoved both feelings away. Ellison Reed was my friend. In fact, since my best friend had gone and knocked up, then married my sister, Ellie (no, I wouldn’t stop calling her that) had basically taken his place.
She jumped to her feet and I followed, my own grin splitting my face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dr. Reed. You plowed into me.
Ellison snorted, “You wish.”
Yes. I did wish, but I wasn’t about to admit it aloud. I raised a single eyebrow. “You think so?”
She shook her head. “Well, since your blow-up girlfriend deflated…”
I tweaked her nose. “Funny, funny girl.”
Winking at me, she curtseyed. “Thank you.”
Damn, she was adorable. Or, you know, cute. Like a friend. “Alright, Dr. Comedienne, I have a surgery in half an hour, but I wanted to see if we were still on for movie night at my place.”
“Yep. My last case should be done by five, so I’ll grab a shower and pick up Chinese on the way. I should be there by six.”
“Great. And none of that all vegetable crap you got last time. I’m a growing boy, I need meat, woman!” Her short ponytail was swinging and I couldn’t resist tugging it before I walked away, her laughter following me, bringing back those damn tingles.
Ellison and I had worked together on and off over the last two years. She was a general pediatric surgeon and when her patients needed a specialist in pediatric vascular surgery, she usually requested me. However, a few months ago, we ran into a tough case and ended up working long hours together. We began to realize we had a lot in common, a love of crappy horror mo
vies, Thai food, eighties music, and baseball. When Wyatt, had to cancel a baseball game with me, I invited Ellison. From there, things took off and we’d been inseparable ever since.
I’d always been attracted to her, but the friendship we’d developed was important to me and I decided never to cross the line out of the “friend zone.” Friday nights became movie night for us most weeks and I was looking forward to unwinding with her, a cold beer, and a shitty B-list horror film.
My afternoon was spent with a tough case, and by the time the surgery was done, I was strung tight with stress and worry.
“I want updates every hour for the next four hours,” I told my nurse as I finished writing Heather’s orders. She was only six years old and in critical condition. “Then I want another update every four hours from then on.”
“No problem, Dr. Halston.” She finished hooking up Heather’s IV and followed me from the small room in the ICU, both of us stopping at the nurse’s station to drop off paperwork.
I changed into street clothes in the locker room and tossed my scrubs in a laundry bin on my way out the door. Entering the employee-parking garage, I strolled over to my Mercedes convertible and popped the remote lock. Getting in, I put down the top and drove out into the balmy, summer evening. On the way home, I stopped by the store for beer and a carton of Moose Tracks, Ellison’s favorite ice cream. When I arrived at my house, I pulled into the four-car garage and parked next to my Ducati. Taking everything inside, I put the groceries away and hopped in the shower, washing away the grime and some of the stress from the day. Afterwards, I dressed in an old pair of comfy jeans and a grey T-shirt, but stayed barefoot, enjoying the feel of my soft, plush carpet on my feet.
I pulled my comforter off of the bed and took it to the couch, knowing Ellie would get cold and ask me for it eventually anyway, and tossed it onto one of the couches in my theater room. I checked my phone for an update on my patient and was pleased to know she was improving. When the doorbell rang, I walked down the hall and into my large entryway, to the front door and twisted the handle. Opening it, I found Ellison holding plastic bags in one hand and munching on an egg roll with the other. Her plump lips closed around the cylindrical food and I fought a groan as I suddenly pictured those plump lips around a similarly shaped part of my body. You need to get laid, dude. Clearly, six months of celibacy had put my fucking hormones into overdrive. It didn’t help matters to see her wearing yoga pants that molded to her very fine legs and ass, and a large T-shirt that hung off one shoulder, revealing a bright purple bra strap.
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