Claiming His Princess

by Parker Grey

  “We’re still deciding between lions and tigers,” I say, grinning.

  Flynn just laughs.

  “Why not both?” he says, and hands me two bowls.

  “I’ll go suggest that,” I say. “Thanks for the snacks.”

  “Tell that crazy pregnant lady to come see me if she can waddle down the stairs,” he laughs.

  “I’m not about to say the word waddle to her.”

  “Smart man,” Flynn says, and winks before turning back to the bread dough he’s kneading.

  Ella and Thomas both turn when I open the nursery door. Thomas raises one eyebrow, but Ella just looks relieved.

  “Thank you so much,” she says, kissing me quickly. “I know it’s really weird, but I swear I’ve been thinking about this for the past twenty-four hours.”

  She scoops up some ice cream with a Dorito and eats it. Her face says it’s bliss. I don’t question my seven-months-pregnant wife.

  “Okay,” she says around a mouthful. “Now we’re thinking jaguars, since they actually live in the jungle. The whole room could be jungle-themed, you know, monkeys and birds and stuff?”

  I step up to the table, looking at the things they’ve laid out. When I found out that when he’s not Charlize, Thomas is a sought-after interior decorator, I snapped him up immediately.

  He and Flynn are two people I can never, ever repay, but I can give them their dream jobs.

  “I did kind of like the savannah theme,” I say. “Lions and elephants and giraffes.”

  Ella eats another chip with ice cream on it, thinking.

  “We could do both,” she suggests. “Unless you think that would confuse him, and then on his SATs he would say that lions live in India and never get into a good college.”

  “You’re making fun of me again, aren’t you?” I tease.

  “I’m not the one who bought a copy of Genius Babies and reads it every night,” she says, smiling.

  Okay, maybe I’ve gone a little overboard. I may have read almost every book on pregnancy and childrearing I could find. I may have both the head of the pediatrics unit and the head of the gynecology unit on speed dial.

  And I may have already ordered our unborn child a swing set that he won’t even be able to use for two years, and Ella may not know about that one yet.

  But I’m excited. Really, really excited to be a dad, and I can’t help it. I’ve loved this kid since the moment Ella told me that she thought she was pregnant, and I love him more than I thought was possible.

  “I think he’ll figure out tigers and lions before he’s seventeen,” I say. “At least, he will if I follow Genius Babies to the letter.”

  Epilogue, Part Two

  Ella

  That night, standing in front of a mirror, I turn to the side and make a face, drawing my robe tight against my belly.

  I’m only seven months, and I already look and feel like a whale. I swear I’m constantly bumping into things, hanging onto railings for dear life whenever I go up or down stairs, and rolling over in bed?

  I told Grayson not to be surprised if one day he comes into our bedroom and I’ve hired a crane to do it for me.

  The bathroom door opens and there he is, clad in nothing but boxers and a grin. He looks exactly the same of course — ripped abs, huge, tight muscles.

  Thick pole standing at attention.

  He walks up behind me, kissing my shoulder and caressing my belly. Instantly my nipples poke through the thin fabric of my robe, and he fondles one, kissing the back of my neck.

  “Come to bed,” he growls. “I’ve got something for you.”

  I lean back against his hard, sculpted chest, trying not to wobble since my balance isn’t what it once was.

  “What is it?” I ask.

  His lips wander over the side of my neck as he unties the sash of my robe, letting it fall to the ground. He caresses my belly again, then slides his hands between my legs, finding my wetness.

  “My cock,” he says, his voice low and rough. “I’m afraid it’s not very creative.”

  I just laugh, and in one movement he picks me up and carries me to the bed, putting me down gently and scooting me backward, his lips trailing over each nipple, then over my massive belly, my hips, then my thighs.

  Then he tosses my knees over his shoulders and I can’t see him anymore, since my belly’s in the way, but then he licks me slow and hard from stem to stern, right across my aching lips and to my clit, and I clutch the bedsheets and moan.

  Grayson licks faster, harder, his hands clutching at my thighs as he kneels next to the bed. I still feel like a beached whale, because I can’t move and I’m just gasping for breath, but Grayson knows exactly what he’s doing.

  “Fuck, that feels good,” I gasp.

  He slides two fingers inside me, and my whole body tenses. He licks my clit even faster, crooking his fingers at the same time.

  I’m primed to explode, and I can hear myself moaning as he keeps moving steadily and I spiral upward.

  “Please,” I breathe, because I know what he wants to hear, what will drive him crazy. “Please, Grayson, make me come.”

  All at once he locks his lips around my clit, twists his fingers in my pussy, and I fly over the edge. I can’t arch my back anymore, but I throw my head to one side and my fingers and toes all curl while I whimper.

  The moment I’m done, Grayson pulls his fingers out and licks them off, crawling over me in bed.

  “That’s not the present you promised,” I tease, still breathing hard, jolts still rocketing through my body.

  Grayson just grins.

  “I know,” he says, and kisses me. “But sometimes I can’t help giving you a teaser.”

  He kisses me again, caressing my belly, then moves away. I take a deep breath, and he offers his hand, helping me sit up and roll over.

  It’s not sexy. I’m very aware it’s not sexy, but in a moment, I’m on my hands and knees, Grayson bent over me, my head turned for a kiss.

  “You know you’re hotter than ever with our baby inside you, don’t you?” he murmurs, pinching one nipple.

  I moan, my head back, and he runs his hand down my back to my slit, where he runs one fingers over my lips.

  “I can barely control myself around you,” he goes on, and now the hot head of his cock is pressed against my lips.

  I rock back against it gently, just barely letting the head penetrate me, and sigh with my head thrown back. Grayson grabs my hips hard, but he doesn’t push inside me.

  He knows I need to go slow right now, that hard and fast just isn’t what I want right now, for whatever reason. I rock back further, letting him slide in more and this time I moan.

  I keep going until he’s bottomed out inside me, and then I stay there for a moment, just loving the feel of his thick, long cock inside me. Every single time we fuck I’m surprised again at how good it feels, at how he fills me so perfectly.

  Then he pulls back, slowly, and thrusts again. He goes slowly, but it’s still hard and deep, and it’s exactly what I want right now. In seconds I’m moaning and gasping, biting my lip and clawing at the bedsheets.

  “You like that?” he growls, bottoming out again and again.

  Somehow, I end up face down on a pillow, and Grayson grabs one shoulder.

  “Just like that,” I gasp. “Grayson, please, just like that.”

  He fucks me again and again just like that. I’m moaning into this pillow nonstop, my toes curling. I think I’m shouting his name over and over again along with the words don’t stop, and it’s a matter of seconds before the orgasm hits me like a tidal wave.

  I scream. I whimper. I shout fuck me, Grayson into this pillow, and the moment I’m done I can feel that magnificent cock jerk inside me as he unloads, again and again while I gasp for breath.

  He leans over me without pulling out, breathing hard, and kisses the back of my neck again. I turn my head.

  “That was so good,” I whisper.

  He chuckles.

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bsp; “Better get it in now before the baby comes,” he says. “That six weeks is gonna be hard as hell.”

  He pulls out and we roll onto our sides, spooning. Grayson’s hand drifts over my belly, again and again. The baby’s kicking now, and I gently put his hand where Grayson can feel.

  “I think we woke him up,” I tease.

  He snuggles in closer.

  “You know how much I love you both, don’t you?” he says. “To the stars and back.”

  The baby kicks, and I tear up.

  Hormones, I’m sure.

  “I love you too,” I whisper. “And I know he does too.”

  “I’m so happy I found you,” he whispers. “I’d have looked forever.”

  “I’m happy you found me too,” I say.

  We fall asleep that way, nestled together in bed, his hand protectively on my belly.

  The End

  “I’ve never had an orgasm, okay?”

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  I’m obsessed with my secretary.

  The way she walks. The way she looks at me. The way she says my name, especially when she says yes.

  Yes, Mr. Declan.

  I know better. I’m not just her boss, I’m the owner of the entire firm - and she’s just barely out of college and out at her first job.

  Sweet. Inexperienced. Innocent.

  I don’t just want Sloane. I want to own her, possess her, dominate her body and soul in every way I know how.

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  About Parker

  I write obsessed, dominant, alpha heroes who stop at nothing to get their women - and get them dirty!

  I can be found driving around my small, southern town in either my minivan or hubby’s pickup truck. No one here is the wiser about my secret writing life… and I definitely prefer it that way!

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  parker@parkergreyromance.com