by Sasha Gold
Just looking at him makes me smile too. As he opens the door, his lips part to call for me. He stops dead in his tracks and stares at me in disbelief. His gaze drifts down the front of my body. I can’t help shivering with an aroused anticipation.
He takes off his hat and tosses it to the nearby table, keeping his eyes fixed squarely on me. “Look at you.”
His voice is gruff. Desire burns in his eyes as he shuts the door behind him. He leans against the door and folds his arms across his chest. He looks casual, but I can see the tension tightening his shoulders. He’s ready to pounce, but he’s going to torment me a little, so I’ll wait and wonder when he’ll make his move.
“You think it’s a good idea to meet a man at the door, dressed in something so flimsy?”
I shrug a shoulder and toss my hair back. “I thought I’d try to talk you into another little one.”
He blinks. “What?”
Suddenly I feel a little silly, standing here in broad daylight in next to nothing, propositioning my husband. I twirl a strand of my hair, not quite sure what more to say. Did I not make it clear? We’ve talked about more children.
“I thought you might want to give me another little boy, or maybe try for a girl.”
He clears his throat and looks sheepish. Slowly he tugs a small box from his breast pocket and turns it over in his fingers. A smile plays on his lips.
I know I should be grateful he bought me something. He’s always surprising me with jewelry, but I don’t want presents. Not now. And not when the gift looks an awful lot like a watch wrapped in Christmas foil.
“I have baby fever, Ryker. You’re the only one who can help me.”
His gaze drops from my mouth, to my breasts. He licks his lips. “That so?”
I can tell he’s interested. Ryker’s always interested. A few months after we got married, a bull kicked him, hitting him on the side. He had two broken ribs and should have been in agony. Not Ryker. He just found an excuse for having sex in every crazy position ever invented and probably managed to invent a few more. But for some reason, instead of making a move towards me, he glances down at the gift. I step closer, take the box from his hands and set it on the table. I return to him, press my body against his and whisper, “I want you to fuck me, Professor.”
“Ah hell,” he mutters. The next thing I know, he’s lifted me off my feet. He’s kissing me hard, striding down the hall, holding me in his arms and plundering my mouth. I half-expect him to toss me to the bed. Maybe go full-on barbarian. Instead, he lays me down gently and scatters kisses down my neck as he tugs my nightie off.
I run my hands under his shirt. He groans with pleasure as I skim my fingertips across his rippled abs. He’s thickly muscled and, even though I know his body, I’m always amazed at his powerful build. I feel small and delicate beneath him. He treats me like I’m fragile, not like sometimes when he’s rough and domineering.
He kisses my breasts, cupping them and rubbing my nipples with his calloused thumbs. “You’re an angel. I can’t believe you’re my angel.”
My heart stutters at his sweet words. Usually, he’s whispering dirty things, telling me I’m a bad girl and that I need a spanking. Other times, he’ll growl about all the ways he’s going to use my sexy little body. But today he’s telling me tender things.
“That’s all I want.” I gasp as he sucks my nipple between his lips and strokes his tongue across the sensitive peaks.
“What’s that?”
“To belong to you.”
“Sweet, Lilly.” His warm breath fans across my skin, making me tremble with need.
I manage to pull his shirt off and unbutton his jeans. He pushes my hands away with a mischievous grin, rises from the bed, kicks off his boots and strips off the rest of his clothes. His darkened gaze rakes down my body. He lowers, kisses my stomach and pushes my thighs apart with his broad shoulders.
The first lick of his tongue draws a soft cry from my lips. I hadn’t even meant to make a sound, but my body feels like I’ve waited my whole life for this man’s touch. Like I’ve never known anything so arousing. He strokes my pussy with his tongue, slowly with a deliberately unhurried cadence that has me writhing with the need for more.
“I want you, Ryker.”
He growls softly, raises up over me and rubs the head of his cock against my slick, sensitive core. I arch off the bed. The sensation is almost too much for me to bear. He chuckles softly and eases his thick cock into me. Slowly. I could beg for more, but I know from the past that he won’t have a shred of mercy for me. I see the way he looks down at me, with some sort of wicked, smug satisfaction. He loves that he’s making me crazed with need.
“Sweetheart,” he murmurs against my ear. “You’re so damned beautiful.”
If I could respond I would, but I’m lost amidst the pleasure he’s giving me.
He nips my neck. Ryker’s usually a biter, nothing that’s painful, but tonight he’s treating me like I’m made of spun glass. His nips are interspersed with kisses. His fingers lace through mine. He pins my hands to the bed, deepening the kiss. His thrusts grow deeper too. Each motion unravels me a little more. Soon I’m desperately clinging to him as he rocks into me, driving his cock hard into my body with each thrust. He grips my hips, holding me where he wants me, but not so tightly that I can’t wrap my legs around him. He growls and draws a sharp hissing breath from between his clenched jaws.
His abs flex. His fingers dig into my hips. He pushes into me, again and again. A soft, animalistic growl rumbles through his body. Warm, sparkly heat shimmers across me. I cry out desperately.
“Fuck, I can feel you coming,” he snarls.
I arch beneath him, gasp his name and pleasure surges through my body. I feel weightless, unaware of anything but the soft words he murmurs. An instant later, he follows me with his own release. Another snarl as he thrusts deep inside of me and climaxes. Lowering, he pulls me close, wrapping me in his embrace.
Time passes, how much I’m not sure, but neither of us speak or move. When I open my eyes, I find him gazing at me with a faraway look. He cups my jaw and kisses me with such incredible tenderness, it steals my breath.
“I bet we just made a baby,” I tell him.
He smiles, shakes his head and gets up. A moment later, he returns to the bed and offers me the beribboned gift. I’m not sure why he seems to think we didn’t just create a new little member of the family, but something tells me not to question him. Maybe it’s the look in his eye. I tug the ribbon, open the box and pull out a pregnancy test. It’s a test with a little pink line, showing a positive result.
“I’m pregnant?” I breathe the words, too shocked to speak in a normal voice.
“It’s true,” he says, his eyes drifting down. “I suspected as much, but the test confirms it.”
He moves closer, lifts my chin and lowers to kiss me. A piece of paper flutters from the box, landing on my leg.
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
I’m the lucky man,
Who will always love you.
THE END
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Kept by the Professor
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Kept by the Beast
Kept by the Billionaire
Kept by the Cowboy
Billionaire Bodyguard
Billionaire Body Heat
Sweet Submission
Sweet Trouble
Sweet Abduction
Sweet Fix
JACKED
WRECKER
THOR
All’s Fair
All’s Fair in Love
Kept Little Thing
Sexy Little Thing
Ragnar, Lord of Jaegar
Medieval Romances
Tempting the Knight
Three Wagers
Crimson
Ebony
Old West Romances
Stolen Little Thing
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Mail Order Sass (Travis Bro 1)
Mail Order Vow (Travis Bro 2)
Mail Order Desire (Travis Bro 3)
Claiming the Mail Order Bride
Mail Order Correction
Mail Order Discipline
Mail Order Punishment
Mail Order Boxed Set (3 titles)
The Virgin’s Price
The Virgin’s Penance
The Virgin’s Offer
The Virgin’s Confession
The Virgin’s Tale
Western Virgin Bride Boxed Set (5 titles)
Bounty Hunter Discipline
Bounty Hunter Mail Order Bride
Bounty Hunter Proposal
Bounty Hunter Boxed Set (3 titles)
Coming for the Cowboy
Old West Alpha and Sass Collection (12 titles)
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