It was all I could do not to reach down to touch him, but I knew this would only get more intense. I had to trust him and myself and let the feelings wash over and through me without trying to take control.
“You taste so good,” he groaned and flicked his gaze up to meet mine.
His eyes were hot with desire, and just the sight of them burning into mine was enough to make me want to lean down and grab him and get him to fuck me right then and there.
But he wasn’t done with me yet.
As he focused back in on my clit once more, I couldn’t help but find myself reminded of the very first time we’d had sex back in London, and how similar this was – him between my legs, me on my back on a bed that wasn’t my own, panting and squirming and desperately needing him.
Except for this time, there was none of the uncertainty, none of the worry or fear of what would happen when it was over and we returned to our real lives back in the US. This was pure, good, and safe, without any doubt occupying space in my mind.
I knew I had picked the right man, and suddenly, that feeling overwhelmed me. The combination of the physical stimulation and that knowledge rendered me useless as I came hard, all at once against his mouth. I let out a cry of pleasure, wriggling against the sheets, and he slowed his tongue until it was still against my clit.
I could feel myself pulsing against him and looked down to find him regarding me with something close to amusement.
“What is it?” I asked, panting slightly as I came down from the high of the orgasm.
“I just love seeing you come,” he replied, softly, moving from between my legs and climbing on top of me once more. “Come on, let’s get this dress off.”
“Agreed,” I replied, and he leaned down to pull the fabric up and off over my head, dumping it on the floor next to us.
“Can I use my hands now?” I asked as I watched him begin to unbutton his shirt.
He grinned that wolfish smile that I knew all too well.
“Not yet,” he replied, and I was forced to run my hands along my own legs, just to feel the comfort of some skin under my fingers.
He tossed his shirt on the floor to join my dress, and I gazed up at him on top of me, This confident, powerful man, a man who wanted to be with me, a man who had put everything at risk to make sure I was a part of his life. It was one of the sweetest and the hottest moments of my life, and I had to dig my fingernails into my palms to keep from grabbing him, pushing him down on the bed, and mounting him right there and then.
“What is this for?” I asked as he pulled off his pants and underwear. “Not being able to touch you like this?”
“Because I want this to be all about you,” he replied, catching my chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilting it up toward me.
“But it’s painful not being able to touch you,” she begged.
“We’ll soon put an end to that,” he replied softly, and he reached to get a condom out of his drawer – and then stopped.
“Can we… go without?” he asked, looking down at me with one eyebrow raised.
I bit my lip and nodded.
“I want you to,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper.
I let my eyes drift down his body, from his broad shoulders to his strong chest to his rock-hard cock. I had to fight every natural instinct in my body not to reach down and grab him already. He saw where my eyes were lingering, and didn’t need any more encouragement. He slid up and between my legs, gripping himself with one hand and catching my wrists in the other.
I loved how much bigger he was than me, how he bore down on me until every part of me was buried in his shadow. I felt him pressing against my slit, and then all at once, he was inside me.
I groaned and lifted my back off the bed below me, his cock feeling almost painfully good inside me. Is this what all pregnancy sex felt like? Because if it did, I was going to have a pretty hard time keeping my head in the game, knowing this kind of pleasure was pretty much on tap for me for the next nine months.
He held my hands down, and I clasped my fingers around what little skin of his I could actually reach. It wasn’t much, but it was enough, and he had been right – the fact that I couldn’t touch him made every motion feel that much deeper and more intimate.
He pushed himself up with one hand, looking down at me, and I committed every shift in his expression to memory.
His gaze fell to my lips and he leaned down to kiss me again, his tongue flicking into my mouth so fast, I almost didn’t notice it was happening. He pulled back, smiling wickedly, and pulled out of me all at once.
“Wha-” I began, but he brushed his thumb over my lips to silence me as he moved behind me, pulled me against him in a spooning position, and entered me again like that.
“Ah!” I cried out, and I reached behind me without thinking, to cradle his head in my hands, but he caught them and held them above my head, his other hand on my hip as he fucked me from behind.
The feeling was almost too much. His hand traveled up and over my body, across my stomach, over my breasts, briefly running up my throat. Every touch felt explosive, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out. I could already feel another orgasm building inside me, my body buckling beneath his slow thrusts and gentle touch.
“I’ve wanted to be with you for so long,” he murmured into my ear. “You have no idea…”
I could only let out a soft groan in response, and he pulled my hair away from my skin for a moment, so he could kiss my neck unencumbered.
That was it. As his lips brushed my throat, I felt something inside me burst, the orgasm spreading out like warmth from between my legs and enveloping my entire body. I shivered against him, my pussy pulsing around his cock, my mouth opening and closing as I tried to give sound to what I was feeling.
He released my hands at last, and I reached back to touch him, running my hands greedily over every bit of him that I could reach as he tucked his arm beneath me and pulled me close so he could fuck me deeper and harder than before. A few moments later, he bottomed out inside me, pressing his forehead against the back of my shoulder and letting out a long, soft groan.
We held ourselves there for a moment before he slowly released himself and pulled away. He unwrapped me from his arms, and I rolled to my side, turning so I could shoot him a coy look from the corner of my eye.
He ran his hand up my bare back and smiled at me, almost shyly. It was a strikingly vulnerable expression, maybe the most down-to-earth I’d ever seen him.
“What is it?” he asked, wrapping a strand of hair around his finger.
“I just…” I trailed off, searching for the words. “I’m just happy, that’s all.”
“Me too,” he sighed and flipped onto his back, pulling me against his chest.
I closed my eyes and listened to the beat of his heart through his chest, letting it comfort me as my breathing slowed and my body returned to normal.
“You know I’m going to be here for you, right?” He pressed his face against my hair, inhaling briefly. “I was always going to be. No matter what decision you made about the baby or what happened between us.”
“I didn’t know that,” I admitted. “But I do now, and I’m never going to forget it.”
“Damn straight,” he teased, and then fell silent for a moment.
“What’s up?” I asked. It wasn’t like him to shut up so suddenly.
“I’m just thinking about everything that’s still to come,” he said softly, running his hand over the small of my back. “Don’t worry about it.”
“You know, we’re a team now,” I reminded him. “Anything that you’re worrying about, I’m worrying about.”
“Fair point,” he admitted. “I’m just wondering if you should move in here. You know, it’s closer to the office, and it’s got enough room for a child. If we turned the study into a nursery…”
“You really want me to move in with you?” I propped myself up on his chest so I could look him in the eye.
“I guess I do,” he said and grinned nervously. It was the first time I’d seen him express any vulnerability.
I looked back at him for a moment, at this man who I’d invested so much of my life in. Not only was he my boss, but he was my boyfriend, and he was going to be the father of my child.
“Then, I guess I’ll say yes,” I replied with a small smile.
He leaned in to kiss me, his grip tightening on the small of my back. I took his face in my hands, kissing him back indulgently, but I pulled away before things could go any further, holding a finger up in front of his face.
“I get some say in decoration, though,” I clarified.
“What’s wrong with this place?” he protested.
“It’s just a little… billionaire bachelor pad,” I explained, furrowing my brow “That’s not exactly my style.”
“I’ll accept that,” he sighed. “God, you’re going to change everything, aren’t you?”
“As though I haven’t already,” I pointed out with a cocked head and a grin.
“Fair point.” He kissed the top of my head and closed his eyes. “I don’t mind one bit. Change everything.”
“I love you,” I replied, and felt myself drifting off into a deep, warm, comforting sleep.
Chapter 26
Oliver
“So, we’ll be there at around seven?” I suggested, and Neil nodded.
“We’re looking forward to having you,” he agreed. “It better not best not go down like last time.”
“Hey, I can’t promise anything.” I held my hands up defensively. “Talk to Jennifer, not me.”
He shook his head and stretched.
“See the two of you on Saturday?”
“Yeah, you will.”
I nodded and ducked out, glancing down the corridor to check that no one followed me. Then, I headed down to Mona’s office. It was still felt strange to be visiting her there, even though it had been months now.
It had been a while since I was last down here. She didn’t like to remind people at work we were together, as she felt it took away some of her legitimacy. Though, it didn’t bother her enough to keep her from accepting a promotion to a higher up position than anyone could have expected so soon after starting at the company.
It had nothing to do with me, even though she still didn’t believe it. After coming out about our relationship, it had been executively decided that her continuing to work as my assistant would be something of a liability, so she was moved to cover the maternity leave for the assistant of Tanya Grey, our head of marketing. Soon enough, she had worked her way up the system and impressed everyone enough that she landed a position of her own.
She was an executive advertising assistant, which basically meant she helped put together most of our ad campaigns and chose the companies and artists we worked with. She was killing it so far, and I made sure the position would be open to her when she was returned from her own maternity leave, which she always seemed to be putting off no matter how many times I suggested she take it easy already.
She was reluctant, and I couldn’t say I blamed her. She was doing so well, soaring so high, why would she want to take a step back now when this was everything she’d worked so hard for?
I knocked on her door and stuck my head inside. She glanced up from what she was doing and smiled when she laid eyes on me. I loved being the focus of her smile, the center of her universe.
“Mind if I disturb you?” I asked, leaning half way in the door.
“Not at all,” she said gesturing for me to come in. “I could use a break.”
I sat down, and she got to her feet to close the door behind me. I sprang up to take care of it for her, brushing her back in the direction of her seat.
“I don’t want you standing up when you don’t have to,” I fussed. “Relax. Take the weight off your feet. It won’t kill you.”
“Neither will closing a door,” she remarked, laughing, but she did as I asked.
I knew she was perfectly capable of looking after herself, but that didn’t matter. Every time she did anything even vaguely strenuous, all I could think about was the stress it must be putting on the baby.
She was getting big, too. Five months gone and her stomach pushed straight out from her torso like a watermelon.
“You know, I didn’t think the first office clothes I was going to treat myself to would be maternity wear,” she remarked as she saw where my eyes were dawdling.
I grinned and shook my head.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare,” I apologized. “Can I…?”
I reached my hands out, and she swung her chair around so I could reach her bump. I placed my hands on it lightly, remembering the very first time I’d done it, standing outside the restaurant all those months ago, just minutes after she’d told me she was pregnant and we decided we wanted to go ahead with it.
It felt like so long ago now. So much had happened since then, but I still treasured that memory. Just like I treasured all my memories with her, and would treasure the memories we made with the baby as well.
“You ready for tonight?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I sighed. “I’m not good at this kind of stuff. You know that.”
“I do, but you’re going to have to learn to be,” she teased. “When I’m running this department-”
“If,” I reminded her. “It’s not set in stone yet.”
“Oh, yeah?”
She cocked an eyebrow and gestured around.
“I got this far, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, but you’ll have to take at least a little time off for the baby,” I teased.
“Just to have him or her, and then I’m back at work,” she reminded me, covering my hands with her’s. “You’re house-husbanding, remember?”
“I know, I know,” I faux-sighed as if it hadn’t been all my idea in the first place.
It had taken a couple months of wrangling to figure it out, but we finally decided on me staying at home to look after the baby the first few months. It wasn’t like we were short on money, and besides, I could do with the time off. She was the one building her career from the ground up, and that wouldn’t jive too well if she took time off now to raise our child.
I knew a few people at the office who thought I was crazy for agreeing to something like that but fuck it. It was none of their business in the first place, and honestly, at my age, the thought of taking some time away from work to do nothing but spend time with my new baby was pretty damn attractive.
“You know, Mom called again today.” She rolled her eyes, good-naturedly. “I know she means well, but damn, can that woman talk.”
“You still think she’s going to be on the phone to me every day about the baby?”
“Not even about the baby,” she said. “Just in general. You know how much she loves you.”
“How could she not?” I shot back.
“You’re lucky. I can’t imagine there are many other forty-something dudes who could knock up her daughter and still stay in her good books.”
“Yeah, I’m not sure how we pulled that one off,” I admitted, and I was telling the truth.
I’d dreaded meeting Mona’s family, given the circumstances of how we’d gotten together and the accelerated pace of our relationship, but when we drove down there a couple months ago, I found her whole family to be kind and welcoming.
Yes, it had taken her father a little while to get over the fact I was nearly the same age as him, but soon enough, he had given up on the jokes and seemed to get over it. Her mother, though she got me to swear I would never tell Mona, told me if I hadn’t made her daughter so happy, she would have kicked me to the curb so fast my head would have been spinning. She also let me know she’d be keeping an eye on me as long as Mona and I were together. She had to admit, though, that anyone dating her daughter would have faced the same treatment, so I didn’t think too much of it.
Eventually, he
r mother and I became good friends, thanks to our shared love of classic cars and old movies, and Mona had a hard time having a conversation with her without being asked if she could talk to me, too. Honestly, I was open to hearing any tips and tricks on parenting because I had no clue where to begin.
Mona met my family, too, though that went a little less smoothly. They were aware of the Jeannie affair, and I guess they saw this relationship as nothing more than an extension of that. She was about three months into the pregnancy when she met them and already starting to show, so it wasn't as if we could pretend like it was nothing serious.
There was no arguing that both of us were in this for the long haul, like it or not, and I suspected that maybe my family thought she was trying to pin me down with a baby to get a hold of my money. And I was too doe-eyed and in love to see what she was doing. It took a lot of convincing to assure them that wasn’t the case, but we got there in the end.
My family was a lot less expressive than hers, so the most we saw from any of them indicating their approval was a tight smile or a pat on the back every now and then. I would take it, though, as long as they would agree to be a part of my our child’s life when the time came.
While they might not have approved of Mona and me, they were beyond excited at the thought of having a little one in the family. It would be my parents’ first grandchild, and I knew no matter how much they disapproved, they were ridiculously excited at the thought of having a baby in the family.
“I should probably get back to work,” sighed Mona. “I’ve got so much to put together for the launch tonight, I don’t want to get distracted.”
“I’ll see you at home?” I suggested, leaning over to plant a kiss on her temple.
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