A sudden flash of fear rippled through the billionaire, his throat growing suddenly dry as a thought occurred to him. “You aren’t dying, are you?”
That made her smile, her head shaking slowly back and forth. “No, it is nothing as dramatic as that. You won’t be rid of me that easily, I’m afraid,” she said playfully, moving to stand on her tiptoes as she threw her arms around the back of his neck gently.
“Then what is it, darling? Your unwillingness to tell me what is going on is making me slightly anxious, you know,” he said, his own hands moving to gently rest on her hips, stroking over them softly.
She didn’t say anything at first, instead taking one of his hands and moving it from her hip to her stomach, which he realized now was slightly rounder than he remembered. Realization dawned on him in an instant, a small smile starting at the corner of his mouth before soon transforming into a huge grin. “You are pregnant,” he said, his words more of a statement than a question at this point.
“That’s right,” she said quietly, a nervous smile on her face. “Looks like our habit of not using protection caught up to us,” she added sheepishly.
“Worse things have happened,” he said dismissively, his hand continuing to stroke over her slightly swollen belly. “I don’t really know what to say.”
“You aren’t going to leave me or something like that, are you?” she asked, biting her bottom lip as she spoke.
“Leave you for getting knocked up with my child? Hardly. What sort of piece of garbage would I be if I abandoned the woman that I impregnated?” he asked, a gentle smile on his lips as he leaned down to kiss her forehead gently. “I’m not going anywhere, Elena. I promise you that.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” she said, relief evident on her face as she leaned up to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek. “I plan on being with you for quite a long time, after all.”
“It’s funny that you say that, because there is something that I wanted to talk to you about regarding our relationship,” he said, pulling away from her gently and walking with her toward the comfortable leather couch that sat in front of the large window in his office. “I’ve been thinking about how wonderful these last few months have been, and I’d like to be certain that these good times aren’t going to end anytime soon.”
“What are you trying to say, Gerard?” she asked, gazing up at him with expectation.
“I was thinking that maybe we could move our relationship forward just a little bit more. Deepen our commitment to one another,” he replied, scratching his cheek nonchalantly with his pointer finger.
“Deepen our commitment how? We are already dating, and we just finished moving into our new house together a few weeks ago. I think I am already kind of in it for the long haul,” she said, a note of amusement creeping into her voice.
“I can agree that is a pretty big commitment, but I had something even bigger in mind,” he said, his hand moving over so that he could gently take hers in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Something that I’m slightly hesitant to bring up considering we’ve only been dating for less than five months now.”
“Now who is beating around the bush?” she asked playfully, giving him a gentle push. “Just tell me what you are thinking already!”
“How would you like to become my wife?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he popped the question.
Elena’s jaw hung open slightly, the question obviously having taken her slightly off guard. She cleared her throat, trying to speak but not seeming to be able to get the words to come out the first time. She closed her mouth and smiled sheepishly, looking away from him for a moment as a slight pink blush began to spread across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. “I-I don’t know. I guess I never really thought about it before,” she admitted, glancing back at him out of the corner of her eye.
“Well, I’m just thinking that it would be the best way for us to handle this. I don’t want our child to be called a bastard, and I think that you are a woman that I could feasibly spend the rest of my life with and remain quite happy while doing so. I know it might seem slightly sudden, but you were my partner far longer than you’ve been my girlfriend. We probably know each other better than anyone else, so I don’t think it would be too far-fetched to think that we could make a marriage work,” he said, feeling the hot flush of embarrassment spreading across his own cheeks.
She was quiet for a moment, moving to rest her head on his shoulder gently, her eyes closed. “I can’t say that I disagree with you, Gerard. I just don’t know what to say right now. I feel like rushing into things isn’t something that we should do. Why don’t we just start by getting engaged and go from there?” she suggested, a smirk tugging at her lips.
He laughed gently at that. “Getting engaged is the same thing as planning to get married,” he said, his arm wrapping around her shoulder gently.
“Then the fact that I suggested it should tell you my answer,” she replied cheekily, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
He smiled at that, his heart beating quickly in his chest. “I’ll have to go find you a decent engagement ring, then.”
“I’m sure you’ll be able to manage that, Moneybags,” she said teasingly, tapping him on the nose gently. “You’ve never exactly had trouble when it came to finances.”
He chuckled at that, cupping her face gently with his hand as he allowed his lips to press against hers. She didn’t even try to fight it, her own lips pushing back against his insistently. Her hand moved up to grip into his hair gently, their tongues rolling over one another as the two made out. They didn’t stop until the two of them had run out of breath, panting gently after breaking their kiss.
“What do you say we go home early and we can celebrate our engagement the way I like,” she said, a seductive purr evident in her voice as she allowed her hand to cup his cock and balls through his pants gently.
“I thought you would never ask,” he replied, a lustful growl in his voice. “I can think of nothing I would rather do right now.”
Chapter Eighteen: Elena
They barely even managed to get through the front door of their two-bedroom townhouse before Gerard was all over her, planting kisses all over her cheeks and neck in a way that made her giggle. He reminded her of an overzealous high schooler who had just gotten the go ahead to have his first time with a girl, an image that was probably contributing a lot to the giggling. She felt his hands moving to try and remove the t-shirt and jeans that she had worn that day, her own hands moving to assist him in that endeavor. She smiled at the look of surprise on his face when he realized that she wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath her clothes, her smooth-shaven pussy and supple breasts now on full display for him.
She felt slightly self-conscious about the fact that her baby bump was also being prominently displayed, but the fact that the lustful glimmer in his eyes hadn’t faded at all flattered her greatly. If he could still enjoy the sight of her body even when pregnant, then maybe she had found a man worth keeping around. Since he had been kind enough to help her slip out of her clothes, she figured that it was only fair that she do the same. Kneeling before him she undid his belt and tugged his pants and boxers down in one go, giggling gently as his rock hard and ready cock popped into view for her.
Rising back up onto her feet, Elena motioned for Gerard to follow her as she began to make her way towards the bedroom. She made sure to put some extra sway into each one of her steps, knowing that her shapely rear was bouncing enticingly with every step. If that didn’t get Gerard frisky she didn’t know what would, but judging by how close his footsteps were behind her she knew that she had his full attention. She reached the bedroom and plopped down onto the bed, putting herself into a seductive pose for Gerard with her hands raised above her head to put her body fully on display for him. She had done these kinds of thing for Jeremy before, but only Gerard seemed to fully appreciate her actions, something that had not escaped her notice in the time that they had been together.
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“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to come over here and give me the loving that I want?” she asked playfully, gazing toward where Gerard’s naked body was currently framed in the doorway of their bedroom.
“Oh, I’m coming over alright,” he said, a few strides of his long legs bringing him to stand right in front of her. “Wouldn’t want to make my beautiful fiancée wait too long, now would I?”
Elena purred softly at the flattery, her arms reaching up to him to pull him down onto the bed with her. She kissed him again, her lips pressing firmly against his as she felt him moving his body so that he could position his cock between her legs. She shivered softly at the feeling of the thick member rubbing over her swollen lips, the warmth of his precum oozing down her pussy lips causing a gentle moan to slip between her lips. “No need to tease me.”
“It’s not teasing; it’s building up the anticipation,” he said cheekily, holding up his weight with one hand while the other moved to grip the base of his thick cock.
“I don’t need to build up the anticipation. I already want you, so give it to me!” she exclaimed, her legs moving so that they could wrap around his waist gently.
“As you wish,” he replied smoothly while pushing his own hips forward to allow the thick head of his cock to begin to spread her pussy lips open around it, Elena having to fight back a slightly painful groan as she felt the familiar sensation of her body stretching to accept his sizable girth.
Thankfully, she was quite wet, which helped his cock to slide in with little to no difficulty. She moaned into his ear softly as she felt the last few inches of his shaft burrow into her, the head of his cock pressing against her innermost depths before he slowly began to roll his hips back and forth. Every movement allowed his cock to scrape along her inner walls, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine. Her fingers dug into the sheets of their bed, her teeth biting gently into her bottom lip as she felt his deliberate thrusts continue to send pleasurable tingles through her body. She was going to try and speak, but the feeling of his lips pressing insistently against hers silenced anything she might have said.
She closed her eyes, letting him take the lead in their lovemaking. The sensations of his thick shaft dragging over every inch of her innermost depths was a delicious one, his kiss serving as icing on the cake. She gently pushed her hips down in time with his thrusts, her hands moving to her chest so that she could grope her own breasts. She made sure to play with the nipples as well, rolling the sensitive nubs between her fingers and arching her back when she felt Gerard’s cock scrape across her g-spot. The sudden flood of pleasure was too much for her, Elena not even trying to quiet down her voice as she screamed in pleasure, her pussy squirting powerfully out onto Gerard’s cock as her inner muscles rippled and milked at his length.
“Oh my god! It feels so good!” she moaned, her back arching as her hips pushed toward his, wanting to feel him as deep inside of her as he could get. She could feel the spasms of her pussy rippling around his cock, his insistent pounding only serving to send her from one orgasm to the next. She was being reduced to a moaning wreck but loved every moment of it, her arms moving to wrap around the back of Gerard’s neck so that she could pull herself closer to him. “I love you so much!” she panted, saying the words over and over again like they were a prayer of some kind.
He drove into her for what seemed like hours but was probably only really fifteen minutes. Just when she thought that her repeated orgasms were going to make her pass out, she felt his cock suddenly begin to thicken inside of her. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed over with lust as she realized what was about to happen. “That’s it, baby! Give it all to me!” she moaned out, trying to drive him over the edge.
Her words seemed to have worked like a charm, Gerard letting out a deep moan and pushing his hips into hers so insistently that she felt herself rising off the bed slightly as his cock started to pulse and throb powerfully inside of her. She let out an inarticulate cry as she felt the first hot spurt of his cum blast into her body, her eyes going wide as the strongest orgasm she had felt that night rippled through her body. She flailed around gently, Gerard gently moving his hands to pin her arms down so she wouldn’t hurt herself or him. He kissed along her neck, finally stopping the movement of his hips and simply allowing the two of them to ride out the remainder of their orgasms until Elena slumped back onto the bed exhausted.
She could feel a sheen of sweat covering her body, but she didn’t care. Her groin was sore but in a satisfied kind of way. She let out a gentle whimper when she felt Gerard slip his spent cock from her sensitive pussy, shivering as she felt his cum beginning to ooze out of her onto the bed below her. “So, what sort of wedding would we want to have?”
“Say what?” Gerard asked, moving to lie down on the bed beside her, propping his head up on his arm as he looked over at her.
“I’ve always imagined having a Halloween-themed wedding because it is my favorite holiday. We wouldn’t have to wear costumes or anything like that, but I do like the colors associated with the holiday and think they would be great for the ceremony,” she said, gazing up at him hopefully. “What do you think?”
“I don’t think that sounds too bad at all,” he replied, pulling her close to him. She nuzzled against his chest gently, not seeming to notice the sweat covering his body as she placed a gentle kiss on his chest.
“Thank you for being so wonderful to me, Gerard. I would have never imagined three years ago that the two of us would end up together, but I’m glad we did,” she said earnestly, her hand moving up to cup his cheek gently. “You are more than I could have ever asked for.”
“Right back at you, baby,” he said lovingly, offering her a gentle wink. “Now, what do you say we go rinse off? Then we can think about what we want for dinner. I have to make sure the mother of my child gets plenty to eat, after all.”
She giggled at that, her eyes gleaming as she looked up at the man that would one day be her husband, heart fluttering happily in her chest. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
4. Keeping His Secret
By: Claire Stonewood
Keeping His Secret
© July 2017 – All rights reserved
By Claire Stonewood
Published by Passionate Publishing Inc.
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Chapter One
Emily Pratchet wasn’t in love.
At least that was what she told herself every time she knew she would have to see him. Every time she walked down the stairs from the lecture room to Kurt Schmidt’s office, student papers or attendance records in hand, she tried to calm her wildly beating heart and leaping stomach.
‘He’s just a friend,’ she told herself. ‘You’ve had plenty of male friends before and you’ve never been stupid about any of them. Besides he’s also your boss. Sort of. And he’s married!’
No matter how many times she told herself she shouldn’t feel the way she did. No matter how many times she told her stomach not to flip when he smiled at her or told her heart not to leap when she heard the click of his pen that signaled him working on something important.
Now, she stood outside of his office, taking deep breaths and telling herself the same thing. She was not in love with the professor. It was an infatuation, a school girl crush nothing more.
Emily chuckled a bit at that thought. The fact that she was a twenty-four-year-old graduate student and still going through a school girl crush on a professor was more than a little pathetic.
Setting all self-dep
recation aside, she knocked once on the office door before letting herself inside.
As expected, professor Kurt Schmidt was seated at his desk, art prints, books and papers scattered all about him.
His tall and rather thin frame bend over the desk and his longish, light brown hair fell haphazardly into his face as he stared, transfixed at a large book in front of him. To his right side sat a small, note book covered in black scrawl that, Emily knew, wouldn’t look any more decipherable up close.
The pen in his right hand was clicking frantically and he was mumbling to himself. Emily couldn’t help but smile as she listened intently to what he was saying.
“…It doesn’t sound right. But, it doesn’t matter if it doesn’t sound right…”
“Do you want to know how your students did on the papers you gave them or should I just give them all B minus’s?”
Kurt lifted his head with a start and turned around, eyes wide in surprise. As usual, Emily had to stifle a chuckle at his reaction. This was also common. The professor was usually so absorbed in his work that he didn’t notice when his office door creaked open.
When his grey eyes landed on her, his face immediately relaxed and he sank back in his chair.
“Emily, you scared me!” he said. “Why didn’t you knock?”
“I did,” Emily said.
A small, embarrassed blush came into his pale cheeks and he looked down at his hands for a moment before straightening up in his chair.
“Well, you could’ve said something. How long have you been standing there?”
“Not too long,” Emily said. “But, I didn’t feel like interrupting the conversation you were having. Sounded fascinating.”
He heaved a sigh and took off his reading glasses rubbing the bridge of his nose as he did.
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