Love Undercover_A Romance Compilation

by Amy Brent

  I continued squealing and giggling playfully as he climbed on top of me. He pinned my arms above my head with one hand and tried to give me his most menacing glare. I could see the humor in the corners of his mouth, but I played along anyway.

  “Are you ready to have your socks blown off?” he asked me.

  I nodded.

  “Speak,” he demanded.

  “Yes,” I purred, wiggling my hips beneath him teasingly. “I’m ready.”

  “You’re sure?” he asked, his eyebrow arching in that way I liked so much.

  “Pretty sure.”

  He grinned as he straddled me, and then he showered me with kisses, starting with my mouth. He worked his way to my ear, which he pinched with his teeth, and then made his way down my neck to trail kisses along my collarbones.

  Wetness bloomed between my legs. It had been so long. I was aching for him the same way I used to when we first started fucking. The tightness I had become so used to was gathering below my belly with the anticipation, and he had barely even touched me yet.

  His kisses fell lower to my breasts, where he licked my nipples knowing how sensitive they were from feeding Eric. He continued down, down my stomach, over my belly button, to the heat between my legs. He kissed me there, too, pressing his lips to my clit softly and looking up at me.

  I could only see his dark eyes, eyebrows, and hair as he tasted me. The view alone was enough to make my head swim with need.

  “I need you inside me,” I said. “Now.”

  Ethan met my request by standing, pushing my legs open, and leaning over to grab a condom from the nightstand. He rolled it on as he stared at my breasts and belly. He put a hand flat on my stomach as he held himself between my legs.

  Then he entered me.

  I had never felt anything like it. He felt so much bigger than I remembered. I felt so much tighter. I didn’t know how that was possible. I had been doing the exercises the doctor recommended, and I had been diligent about it, but I had never expected them to work so well.

  “Holy shit,” Ethan breathed, his eyes closing as he moved in and out of me. “You’re so tight.”

  I smiled up at him as he pressed down on my lower stomach with his hand. This made his cock hit a particularly wonderful spot inside me.

  “You’re huge,” I breathed, lifting my ass off the bed so he could enter me deeper.

  He held my hips, so I didn’t have to balance myself. He pushed in, his cock stretching me as he forced me to take all of him. I moaned as that tightness grew more intense. I grabbed hold of the sheets beneath me as he quickened his pace, thrusting in and out of me hard and fast.

  All at once, the tightness was gone, and it gave way to a feeling of warmth that spread throughout my whole body. Everything tingled as I came, and I shook in Ethan’s hands. He held me up until I was weak with pleasure, and then he turned me over and entered me from behind.

  I loved that he was being rough with me again. When I was pregnant, there wasn’t very much room for that kind of thing, and I knew Ethan had always been concerned about hurting me or the baby. But now, things were like they had been in the beginning.

  He entered me and forced my head down on the bed. He slapped my ass, and the sting was more pleasure than it was pain. I moaned and bit my bottom lip. He slapped me a second time, harder this time, and I yelped playfully and wiggled my ass, his cock pressing up against all the walls of my pussy.

  He groaned deeply in his throat and thrust into me deeper, pulling my hips against his desperately.

  I came again. It rushed over me before I knew it was happening, and I stifled my scream in the sheets.

  When I was done, I pulled away from him. His cock sprang out of me, and I looked over my shoulder at him.

  I rubbed my pussy for him and let him watch. “Lie down,” I told him. “I want to ride you.”

  Ethan never took his eyes off me as he lay down on his back. I knew what he liked, and I knew the view he wanted when we were fucking. I put my back to him and straddled him. I lifted my hips off his, curving my spine to give him a view of my ass and pussy.

  He held his cock up for me to sit on.

  When he was inside me, I rotated my hips slowly, keeping my back arched so he could see what I was doing.

  He grabbed my ass with both hands and squeezed before spreading me open. I bounced up and down on him and braced myself with a hand on each of his muscular thighs.

  I could get him so deep inside me this way. It felt so good. I looked up to the ceiling and closed my eyes as I fucked him. I held my breasts to stop them from bouncing and massaged them gently.

  Then, when I knew the moment was close for him, I lowered my hand and rubbed my clit. Ethan’s grip tightened on my ass, and I heard him suck in a sharp breath. His cock pulsed inside me, and I continued bouncing, my finger rolling over my clit in quick circles.

  When he came, so did I. I followed him on his wave, and we both sighed with pleasure as I rocked above him.

  When we were done, I fell to the bed beside him. He pulled a pillow closer and tucked it under my head.

  “So, first time having sex as fiancés,” he said.

  I looked up at him and grinned. I was still a bit out of breath, and my whole body was still giving way to little spasms of pleasure every fifteen seconds or so. “Fiancée. I like how that sounds.”

  “Me too,” Ethan said, clasping his hands behind his head. “How do you feel about an October wedding?”

  I blinked up at him. October was only three months away. “This year?”

  “Yeah,” he nodded.

  “I would love that,” I said honestly. I would be married to the man of my dreams in three months. Why wouldn’t I love that?

  Ethan pulled me closer to him. I nestled into his side and rested my cheek on his chest. He twirled a strand of my hair in his fingers.

  Then, we heard baby Eric hiccup through the baby monitor. We both exchanged a knowing look before swinging out of the bed to get dressed and go check on our bundle of joy.

  Epilogue

  Ethan

  I adjusted the silver cufflinks at the collar of my suit jacket and clasped my hands in front of me. I took a shaky breath as the music began playing.

  Liam nudged me in the back. “Here we go, buddy!”

  I swallowed. This was it. This was the big day. As I looked down the red velvet carpet laid out on the grass, I tried to calm my nerves.

  The wedding day had arrived quickly. Devon had somehow managed to plan a beautiful ceremony and reception while being the mother of a newborn. I had helped where I could, but I had the impression she knew exactly what she wanted for her big day, and she was going to get it.

  The red carpet was flanked with rows of simple white chairs. Each chair had a red sash tied around it, and where it made a bow in the back, Devon had placed gold floral arrangements. Candles burned all over the place as the bridesmaids began making their way down the aisle toward me.

  After the bridesmaids came the flower girl, my youngest cousin, who threw red and gold rose petals down the aisle. She was followed by Heather. My sister was dressed in the same burgundy flowing gown as the other bridesmaids, but she was pushing a little white wagon. Eric was inside, and resting across his little lap was a red pillow with our rings attached to it.

  When Heather arrived by my side, she hugged me, gave me a kiss on both cheeks, and took her spot beneath the step where Devon would stand minutes from now. Liam stepped forward and pulled the wagon beside him and crouched down to play with baby Eric, who was half asleep, as always.

  Liam looked up at me in the moment of silence as I waited for Devon.

  “You know,” he said, “I really like being Uncle Liam.”

  The song changed to the traditional wedding music. Liam got to his feet. My heart was pounding as I waited for Devon to round the corner.

  When she did, everything else around me vanished.

  Her eyes met mine right away, and I thought I might faint. Instead, I
did my best to keep my composure and not burst into tears.

  Her hair was pinned up, but some loose strands fell in curls around her neck and shoulders. She was wearing a veil, but it didn’t cover her face. Her lips were painted red, and she was smiling at me as she made her way down the aisle.

  Her dress had beaded straps for sleeves with jewels hanging off the shoulders and down her upper arms. The torso was glistening in the sun and covered in rhinestones, with a plunging neckline. It was tight to her hips, where it flowed out elegantly to the ground. She looked so sexy.

  Devon passed her red and gold bouquet to Heather and then came to me.

  When she drew up in front of me, I took her hands and pulled her up the step. She stood staring adoringly up at me, and I couldn’t stop the surge of emotion that was racing through me. The tears came and so did hers and then the music quieted, and we were starting the ceremony.

  ‘I love you,’ I mouthed as the officiant began the ceremony.

  ‘I love you too,’ she mouthed back, her red bottom lip trembling.

  I rubbed my thumbs over the back of her hands to ease the storm of nerves I sensed in her. And then, all too soon, we said our vows and, after that, our I dos.

  I slid the rings on Devon’s finger, and she placed my ring on my hand. Then we kissed in front of everyone we loved and our son to seal our marriage.

  We ducked into the limo half an hour after the ceremony started to head to the luxurious estate down the street from the property we were married at. Our wedding party was with us, and we popped champagne to celebrate with everyone. Our photographer snapped photos as everyone toasted our marriage.

  We all piled out of the limo when we arrived at the place Devon had chosen for wedding pictures. It was a beautiful home built in the sixteen hundreds. The high ceilings and grand staircases made for extravagant and unique photos, and we even managed to snap some in the gardens outside.

  When the photographer separated us to take some images of just the bridal party, Devon took my hand and led me down a winding staircase and through a door that was so understated, it looked like it didn’t belong in the grand home.

  “Where are we going?” I asked, as she pushed me inside and closed and locked the door behind us.

  She faced me, gave me a dazzling smile, and then pulled up the skirts of her gown. She wasn’t wearing panties. I almost swallowed my tongue. Blood rushed to my cock.

  “I want my husband to bend me over that desk and make love to me,” she said, reaching inside the top of her dress and pulling a condom out from its hiding place against her breast.

  I went to the desk and swept everything off it in one fell swoop. Devon laughed and rushed to join me. I bent her over and hiked her dress up higher until I could see her bare ass. I slapped her and then slipped a finger inside her.

  “So my wife wants me to fuck her, hm?” I asked

  Devon nodded and passed me the condom over her shoulder. “She does.”

  “How did I ever get so lucky?” I asked, rolling the condom on.

  Devon moaned softly as I slid my finger in and out of her. “I don’t know,” she breathed. “I’ve been wondering the same thing.”

  I undid my pants and let them fall around my ankles. Then, I stepped in close to her. Her skin was hot against mine. I eased my cock inside her. She gripped the edges of the desk. I pulled out and then slid back in. She was so wet and ready, so swollen, that I knew she had been thinking about this for hours.

  She had probably planned this in her wedding itinerary.

  I really did wonder how I had managed to get so lucky.

  I ran my fingers over her pussy around my cock. She was stretched wide, and she flinched at my touch. She liked it. I repeated this until she cried out and came. Her right leg spasmed against mine as her pussy filled with her juices.

  She was so turned on. I fucked her harder, my fist tightening in the skirts of her dress as I pinned her down on the desk. The legs squeaked on the marble floor as it shuffled away from me with each and every thrust.

  Her ass was full and firm. She was so incredibly sexy. As I closed in on my own climax, I felt her pussy tighten around my shaft. She was going to come again. I maintained my rhythm, knowing it was working for her, until new wetness bloomed once more around my cock, and she whimpered in ecstasy.

  I pulled her upright and spun her around so she was facing me. Then I lifted her up and sat her down on the edge of the desk. I lifted one of her legs and hooked it over my shoulder. She watched me with hungry eyes as I pinned her other leg down.

  Then, I entered her again.

  She moaned, and her eyes closed. I admired the shadows from her eyelashes on her cheekbones. I kissed her red lips, not caring if they were staining my own. I kissed her throat and her neck. She smelled like roses.

  I fucked her with her leg on my shoulder until she came again. It didn’t take long. She clutched me to her as her orgasm broke her open. I crushed her mouth against mine, and she moaned into my mouth until she was done.

  Then she slipped off the desk and went to a crouch before me. I stared down at her, a little shocked that she would go down to the ground in her wedding gown. I was startled and elated when she peeled the condom off and took my cock in her mouth. She sealed her lips over me and stared up at me as she eased my cock into the back of her throat.

  I watched, amazed and more aroused than I ever had been in my life, as her hand wandered between her legs. She began stroking herself, slowly at first, as she sucked me off. Her cheeks puckered, and her tongue played with the tip of my dick. She licked my balls and drew them into her mouth, suckling them gently as she worked my shaft with her hand.

  When she took me in her mouth again, she slipped two fingers into her pussy. I could hear how wet she was as she fingered herself and held all of me in her mouth.

  She moaned, but the sound was muffled by my cock in her mouth. I began moving my hips, encouraging her to suck faster. She obliged and matched the rhythm with her fingers, sliding home in and out of herself at a faster speed.

  “Fuck, you’re so hot,” I whispered in one shuddering breath as her tongue traced the tip of my cock.

  She smiled, somehow, with my dick still between her lips, and continued sucking me off until I was bucking in her grasp and shooting my load into the back of her throat.

  She came at the same time. She moaned after she swallowed my come and then came herself, looking up at me with her brows drawn together in intense pleasure.

  “I have the best wife in the world,” I grated as I helped her to her feet.

  She ran a finger around her lips, careful not to smudge her lipstick, and then licked her finger clean. “Yes,” she purred, “you do.”

  The dance floor was lit with wandering dots of white light. Sheer white curtains were draped over the beams in the ceiling above, and a disco ball reflected all the red and gold of the decor in the reception room.

  Devon’s hand was in mine as we stepped onto the dance floor for the first time as husband and wife. A gentle melody began to play, our melody, and I put a hand on her waist. The hundreds of eyes in the room became nonexistent as I stared into Devon’s. Her stare was brighter and greener than ever.

  Her dress swished around her ankles as we danced, and I twirled her away from me and back again. I dipped her backward and spun her around. The crowd cheered, reminding me that they were, in fact, still there.

  Then the song sped up, and we invited everyone to come join us. Devon threw her arms in the air as her bridesmaids swooped down upon her, and they all began dancing the way they would at a club when they were twenty-one.

  I smiled to myself as Liam and some of my other boys flanked me.

  Devon and I locked eyes again. She threw her head back and laughed, the sound bubbling around me over the music.

  The mother of my child was now my wife, and the journey we made to get to this place had been well worth all the ups and downs.

  As we danced, I watched my wife. There
was nothing else worthy of my attention.

  The End

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  Nanny with Benefits (Sneak Peek)

  He’s the man I should stay away from,

  My boss and the most enigmatic single dad on the planet.

  He’s gorgeous and will do anything to protect his little girl.

  When he wraps his chiseled arms around my curvy body…

  The wrong feels so right.

  What if the press finds out?

  I can see the tabloids now…

  ‘Mr. Big CEO sleeping with his nanny.’

  And what if they find out a bigger secret -

  He’s the one who took my innocence and got me pregnant.

  Sh*t…this shouldn’t have happened.

  The press is going to have a field day,

  And I could lose everything - including Damon Jacobs and his adorable baby girl.

  Chapter 1

  Damon

  “It’s okay, sweetie. Dada just needs to make a call. Go and find something for show and tell for kindergarten. There’s still half an hour before Bron will take you.”

  “But, Dada, Bronnie needs to curl my hair like how Mama’s was.”

  I looked at my daughter’s gorgeous face and then at the time. Twenty past seven. Fuck. Twenty minutes late and no text or call.

  “I’ll make you a deal, Alexis. Dada will come and curl your hair after a phone call.”

  “A teeny, tiny phone call or a long elephant trunk one?” She giggled as she used her right hand to become an elephant. Then, like clockwork, her beautiful eyes rolled, and she took Clara, her favorite ragdoll, to the bedroom.

  I texted her again. Bron, where are you? I have a huge meeting this morning with a top client. I stared at the phone like it was going to do as I wanted. I wanted to force it into submission—somehow.