Billionaire Baby Bump

by Chance Carter

  “I swear to God, Max, if you drop me on my wedding day I will spend the rest of my life making yours a living hell.”

  I hefted Emma further up into my arms, making a show of nearly losing my hold on her. In truth, she weighed next to nothing, and it would take one hell of a plot twist for me to drop her. I liked teasing her though.

  “I’d like to see you try,” I commented, grinning down at her as we made our way down the hallway.

  She glared back sourly at me. “Don’t test me.”

  “I wouldn’t think of it.”

  I’d insisted on carrying her the entire way up to our hotel suite, even though she’d said it was only necessary for me to carry her over the threshold. But, as far as I was concerned, it was go big or go home.

  We reached the door and I adjusted my grip while I pulled the key card out of my back pocket. She hummed her displeasure at the jostling. I just laughed.

  The door swung open and I stepped through, depositing her safely on the ground once we were inside. She adjusted her dress, smoothing out the creases.

  “I wouldn’t bother with that,” I said, pressing the door closed. “I’m about to rip that off you.”

  “No ripping!” Her eyes widened, “It’s a Pnina Tornai.”

  I stalked toward her, smirking. “I have no idea what that means.”

  “It means you can’t rip it!”

  I grabbed her shoulders and spun her so her back was to me, running my fingers down the line of pearl buttons holding her dress together. She shivered.

  “Cold, baby?”

  Emma shook her head, glancing back over her shoulder at me. I stared deep into her eyes as I undid the first button with care. Then the second. I went down the entire back, going through God only knew how many buttons until the dress gaped open to reveal her smooth back.

  The graceful curve of her neck called to me, and I couldn’t resist it any longer. I dove down and sucked on her throat, pulling her back hard against my chest and letting my hands roam along the lacy bodice of the dress.

  “I missed you,” I murmured.

  “I missed you too.”

  I nibbled on her neck as I pulled the shoulders down, easing the dress off until it slid to the floor with a quiet whoosh. She was wearing nothing but a white lace bra and panties underneath, and it was so hot my cock instantly stiffened. I turned her in my arms and held her at a distance while my eyes hungrily devoured the image like a tasty morsel.

  “You’ve never looked more beautiful.”

  Her face lit up. “I would say you’ve never looked more handsome, but I think your look could be improved by the removal of a piece of clothing or two.”

  “Who am I to deny a request from my wife?”

  I slid out of my tuxedo jacket and let it fall to the floor. Emma watched me with interest as I moved down the buttons of my shirt, pulling it out from the waistband of my pants once I reached the bottom, so that it fell loose and open.

  “That’s a bit better,” she teased, strutting toward me like a fantasy come to life.

  Her fingers slipped under my shirt and guided it down my arms until it joined the jacket on the floor. My skin prickled from her touch, and I found myself unable to move. I watched her as she traced each of my muscles with her fingertips, loving how the gold band on her left hand winked in the light.

  I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold back before I devoured her. Those sumptuous breasts spilled over the cups of her bra, beckoning me. There was something so virginal, yet sexy about the white lace lingerie.

  Emma leaned forward and pressed her hot lips to my nipple, nibbling on the sensitive flesh. I groaned, shaking, and gripped her by the hips to draw her close. She kissed up my chest, to my collarbone, which was as far as she could reach unaided, and looked up at me with wide, innocent eyes.

  A growl rippled from my throat. I’d reached my breaking point.

  I fisted her hair in my hand and tipped her head back, covering her mouth with mine and taking her in a dominant, bruising kiss. She moaned and curved against me, pressing those delicious mounds flat against my chest.

  Her mouth was sweet with wine. I plunged my tongue inside and explored, holding her head in place. She wouldn’t have struggled anyway, but I wanted to know that if I held her here, I could keep he here forever—pressed up against me with her lips desperately mashing against my own.

  Planning this wedding had been stressful. The whole time I kept wondering if it was all in vain, if I’d get everything in place only for her to reject me at the last minute. I wouldn’t have blamed her either, considering that most weddings were preceded by an engagement, not a kidnapping. The relief that surged through me when I got the call from Willow letting me know that everything was on was nothing compared to the relief I felt at having her in my arms again and knowing I wasn’t going to lose her this time. We were on the same page. So deliciously on the same page.

  “I love you,” I said against her lips. “Fuck, I love you.”

  “I love you too.” She nibbled my lower lip, sucking it into her mouth. “More and more with every second.”

  I chuckled, moving one hand to her plump rear and squeezing. “Let’s keep that momentum going.”

  The honeymoon suite was a gigantic suite of rooms overlooking the Hudson. It was elegantly furnished, with the centerpiece being a California king size bed laid covered in white Egyptian cotton sheets with an impossibly high thread count. I began to push Emma back in this direction, never letting our mouths separate for even a second.

  We reached the bed and I pushed her gently down onto it while I undid my pants and slipped out of them. My cock throbbed with need, and I took great pleasure in knowing that I’d get to have her a multitude of ways before the night was through.

  Emma looked so perfect, lying against white bedspread, her pale skin faintly flushed around her breasts and cheeks. The whole wedding would’ve been worth it just for this moment.

  I pulled off my boxers and released my hard length, which Emma’s eyes immediately swung to. She bit her lip as I groaned.

  “Go further up the bed,” I commanded. “I want lots of space.”

  She grinned at my request and scooted up the bedspread, anxiously awaiting my next command. She was always so compliant, so willing. It was enough to drive a man insane with lust.

  I climbed across the sheets, parting her thighs and settling between them to grind my cock against her mound as I kissed her. Her panties were deliciously damp, and I parted her folds with my fingers to test her wetness.

  “Fuck, baby,” I moaned, nibbling on her neck. “I don’t know if I’ll last. You feel so fucking good.”

  “We’ve got all night,” she said, mirroring my thoughts. Goddamn I loved this woman.

  I reached under her back with my free hand and unclipped her bra, tossing it to the side. Her tits jiggled enticingly and I bent my head to feast on them while I probed her heat, stroking her clit with a circular motion that sent her hips bucking off the bed. I drew one taut nipple into my mouth, rolling it between my teeth, then released it to move onto the next. Emma’s breaths were coming heavy now, and I could tell from the way her nails clawed into my back that she was in ecstasy. Fuck, I was in ecstasy too. Her pussy was my heaven.

  “God, I’m like a firework about to go off,” she groaned. “I haven’t masturbated or anything since we broke up.”

  “Seriously?” I grinned up at her, swirling my thumb faster. She squirmed.

  “I just wasn’t in the mood,” she panted.

  “And how in the mood are you feeling right now?” I blew cold air over her nipples. The points hardened even further.

  “Please get your cock in me! Holy hell does that feel good.”

  As much as I loved finishing her off with my fingers, I was desperate to get inside of her myself. I’d been jacking off to the thought of her almost every night, but then again, I knew that I’d be getting her back if it was the last thing I did.

  Now I had the rea
l thing writhing beneath me, begging me to take her. I wouldn’t disappoint her.

  I hastily removed her panties and lined my cock up with her entrance, slowly sinking in. I hissed through my teeth at the pure pleasure of it all. She welcomed me back like an old friend, gripping me tight and urging me deeper. Our hips met and I took a moment to appreciate the feel of her, kissing her hard and deep. Then I began rhythmically thrusting, driving forward with enough force to send her inching up the bed with each thrust.

  Our kiss turned sloppy with need. We were wild in our passion for each other, frantically coming together and apart on a rollercoaster of orgasmic bliss. Emma’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she screwed them shut as her pleasure steadily built.

  “Look at me,” I commanded.

  I wanted to see the moment when her ecstasy peaked. I wanted to see exactly what I did to her.

  Her hazel eyes fixed on me and there was desperation in their depths. I groaned and thrust harder, eliciting a shriek from the beautiful woman beneath me.

  “I’m so close, Max. God, I’m so close.”

  Her words were music to my ears. I pulled out and buried my shaft inside of her again with enough force to knock the air from her lungs. Over and over again, watching the delight surge in her eyes.

  Her brows furrowed and her mouth dropped open as a keening wail burst from her throat. I silenced her moan with my kiss as I buried my cock in her, lost into the ecstasy of her walls squeezing me. One more thrust and I rolled over my own edge, keeping our hips flush as I emptied into her.

  It felt like I was letting go of every worry and fear I’d ever had, like her womb was a vessel for my pain. Every time we made love it felt a bit like that, but this was different. For the first time ever, we were completely and wholly in sync with each other. No anxieties, no missed communication, nothing. Just love.

  Emma wrapped her arms around me, still quaking. “I never want to let you go,” she whispered.

  I pressed my lips into the base of her neck, eyes closed. “You never have to.”

  Epilogue

  6 Months Later ...

  The azure sky stretched endlessly above me, pale sunlight warming my upturned face. I breathed in the damp air of early spring, smiling to myself like an idiot. But hell, I had a lot to smile about.

  First, it was Friday. I had a whole weekend to work on assignments and relax with my doting husband.

  Second, I’d just gotten back my marks on a project for my pop culture painting class, and I’d improved markedly from my first assignment of the year.

  I discovered a third reason when I opened my eyes and saw a handsome, well-dressed man standing at the bottom of the building steps. Max grinned up at me, one hand shoved casually in his pocket like he’d just walked off the cover of GQ.

  “Hey!” I bounded down and threw my arms around him. “What are you doing here?”

  He kissed the top of my head and squeezed me in his arms. “I’m taking you away for the weekend. Surprise!”

  I chuckled. “The surprises just don’t end with you, do they?”

  “Gotta keep you on your toes somehow.” He patted my rear and pulled back from the hug, winking down at me. “Who knows what a woman like you will do if she gets bored.”

  He was just teasing, but I set my jaw in righteous indignation anyway.

  “A woman like me? Why I oughta...”

  His car was waiting just out front, a sleek black Mercedes that we often took around on the weekends if we felt like getting out of the city for a drive. I tossed my bag in the back and slid in, noting that he’d packed a bag for me and everything.

  “Where are we going?” I asked. “Or is that a surprise too?”

  “I think picking you up from school is enough surprise for one day.” He lowered himself into the driver’s seat and buckled up. “We’re going out to the Hamptons. Mother just bought a property out there and she says it’s the most divine escape this side of Aruba.”

  “This side of Aruba, huh? With a qualifier like that, I’ve got high expectations.”

  Max pulled out onto the road, his lips quirked in amusement. “If it’s a shit hole I’m sure we can just keg up in the bedroom all weekend.”

  It wouldn’t be a shit hole, but the offer was tempting nonetheless.

  “I just have to get gas on the way,” he said. “But after that, it’s just us and the open road.”

  He made it sound like we were going on a great All-American road trip, rather than a quick jaunt up Long Island to stay in a swanky home in the Hamptons. I laughed.

  By the time we stopped at the gas station, I was feeling thirsty and decided to pop inside for a drink while Max fuelled up. After grabbing a couple bottles of water and some pepperoni sticks, which I just couldn’t kick the craving for, I brought my purchases up to the till and nearly shit my pants.

  “Emma?” Lance said, pulling on the collar of his Sip N’ Go uniform. “You look different.”

  He looked different too, though I didn’t comment on his overgrown hair or the fact that all the life had drained from his eyes. It didn’t seem polite.

  “Uh, yeah. Well, I guess it’s been awhile since we’ve seen each other.”

  The bell on the door chimed and I looked back to see Max enter. I knew the moment he realized that Lance was the cashier, because his eyes hardened and narrowed into angry slits. He strode over to me and wrapped his arm around my waist.

  I thrust my cash at Max, wanting to end this interaction as quickly as possible.

  “You look good though,” Lance offered, which was quite bold considering Max looked like he was about to blow a gasket. Though I’d gotten over everything I’d gone through when I was with Lance, Max still hadn’t. He looked about ready to throw another punch.

  “Thanks,” I said. “Uh, you too.”

  I took my change and my snacks and made a hasty exit. Max was silent until we were back in the car.

  “I didn’t get my chips,” he muttered angrily, driving back onto the road.

  I laughed. “Did you want chips?”

  “Yeah, that was why I came inside. And then I saw that dingus and completely fucking forgot.”

  This time I laughed harder. It seemed ridiculous that Max was jealous of Lance. Or maybe he just hated the guy’s guts and couldn’t stand to be around him. Either way, I figured now would be a good time to announce a surprise of my own. It might not calm him down, but it would at least change the tone of the car ride.

  “Hey Max,” I said, unwrapping my pepperoni stick and nibbling off a bite.

  “Hey what?”

  “Hey, I’m pregnant.”

  The car swerved to the side of the road and lurched to a sudden stop. I let out a squawk of confusion, thinking a rabbit had just run onto the road or something. The second we stopped, however, Max reached across the car, unclipped me, and pulled me over onto his lap.

  I was about to chastise him for the abrupt stop when his mouth crashed over mine. I could feel the smile on his lips. How could I help but melt into that?

  “Thank you, thank you,” he murmured, squeezing me in his arms. “Fuck, this is the best news I’ve ever had.”

  My heart skipped with happiness.

  I kissed him back, holding his face in my hands as pure joy surged through me.

  “Mmm, you taste like pepperoni.”

  I pulled back and scowled at him. “Ya had to ruin the moment, didn’t you?”

  He pulled me back, chest rumbling with laughter. “I like pepperoni.”

  “Well, get used to it, because it’s the only thing I seem to want to eat.”

  He thumbed my cheek, staring deep into my eyes. “I’ll make you a palace of pepperoni.”

  “I think that would be overkill.”

  “Not at all,” he said, more serious now. “You make me the happiest man on earth every single day. A palace of pepperoni seems like a small price to pay for that.”

  I tapped the end of his nose, grinning from ear to ear. “Let�
�s start with letting me finish the stick I already have, and we can go from there.”

  He nodded, placed another chaste kiss on my lips, and returned me to my seat, dutifully buckling me back in, even though I had hands and everything.

  “To the Hamptons!” I said cheerily.

  Max gave me a sidelong grin as he revved up the engine. “Anywhere you want to go, babe. Anywhere.”

  Bad Boy Brother

  CHANCE CARTER

  Chapter 1

  Jenny Dale walked into the office of her Editor in Chief with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. She tried to steady her trembling knees as she pushed the door open and inched her way into the large, sterile room, presenting herself to Mr. Rowland.

  “Come on in, Jenny. I have a new job for you.”

  He motioned toward the chair in front of him indicating for her to have a seat, so she complied.

  “A new job, sir?”

  Mr. Rowland nodded, sending crumbs from the sandwich he’d been eating sprinkling down onto the desk and floor beneath him.

  “Yes, it seems Mitchell is leaving town to take care of her sick mother, and I need someone to fill in while she’s out the next few months. That’s if she comes back at all,” he added under his breath.

  “Sir, you’re asking me to be the editor of the fall line-up?” she asked, sure she must be mistaken.

  “That’s what I said, isn’t it?”

  He dusted the crumbs from his shirt.

  “I don’t know what to say. I…”

  Jenny was at a loss for words as the excitement began a slow build from her gut up to her eyeballs.

  “Say you’ll do it so I can get back to work,” he said, but his eyes trailed down to what was left of his sandwich.

  “Yes! Thank you, sir,” she said, springing up from her chair and breezing out the door before he could change his mind.

  She could not believe her luck. It looked like everything was finally falling into place. The time spent diligently working alongside numerous photographers, editors, and consultants was finally paying off after seven, long years at Joy Magazine.