The Curvy Waitress and the Billionaire French Count (He Wanted Me Pregnant!)

by Wessex, Victoria

  I cursed myself. I cursed myself for hitting Henri with the tray, I cursed myself for going with Erard to the meeting, I cursed myself for spreading my legs for him like a cheap whore. I cursed myself for letting those French words penetrate my defenses when no English ones could have done. But most of all, I cursed myself for daring, even for a second, to believe a man could want a woman like me.

  I ran through the park—I don’t know what I was looking for, maybe a quiet place, maybe a dry place. I just wanted to be away from everyone. I wanted to lie down somewhere dark and shelter for a thousand years while the shame died away. I’d let him come inside me! I’d done something I’d never done with any man before, and there was a very real possibility that now I was—was— I swallowed. I couldn’t even say the word in my head.

  I staggered along a jogging path, almost out of breath, and finally slowed to a stop. The rain had cleared everyone else from the park, so at least there was no one to see my humiliation.

  I sat down on the path, my head in my hands, and gave myself up to huge, wracking sobs. Everything was ruined. Even my sucky job would now be worse, because I’d had a glimpse—just a glimpse—of a different life. Now I had to go back to being alone.

  The sound of the rain changed. It wasn’t hitting the path in front of me, anymore. It was bouncing off something else.

  I slowly opened my eyes.

  Erard was standing in front of me, naked except for a hotel towel around his waist.

  “I’d offer you a towel,” he said in English. “But it’s quite wet.”

  I looked down at his bare feet. He crouched down in front of me to get in my eye line.

  “The thing I want least in the world,” he said, “is to make you cry.”

  “Why did you lie to me, then?” I said, forcing it out through my tears.

  He took a deep breath. “I am a count. Henri is my translator. I do need him in meetings—it gives me thinking time. I didn’t tell you I spoke English because—“ He flushed. “Because I wanted an excuse to be with you.”

  I finally lifted my head a little. “That doesn’t change what you did. You should have pulled out.”

  He took my face between his hands. “And if I’d thought you really wanted me to, I would have, but….” He searched my face.

  I tried to twist away, embarrassed, but he held me there. “You didn’t want me to pull out, did you?” he asked.

  I couldn’t lie to him. I shook my head.

  “Holly,” he said carefully, “I didn’t pull out because—Jesus, this is difficult in English. Can I just speak French?”

  I nodded.

  “Because I love your curves just the way they are,” he told me in French. “They’re fantastic. Alluring. Sexual. And the only way I’d ever want to change them—the thing that drives me crazy—is for them to change because you’re carrying my child.”

  My jaw dropped and I backed away from him. “You wanted to get me pregnant?!”

  He nodded slowly.

  “You don’t even know me!”

  “I know enough. I know that you’re smart and kind and I know that you like me for who I am, not what I’m worth. You’re a good person, Holly. I don’t think you know how rare that is. And everything—everything—I said about your body is true.”

  I shakily stood up. The rain had plastered my clothes to my skin. Without bra or panties, every curve of me was on display. “R—Really?” I asked doubtfully.

  “Yes!” he told me.

  A tiny flicker of hope inside me. I allowed it to grow.

  “Life is too short not to be impulsive,” said Erard. “I want you. I want a child with you. And if you still want to be with me, I’ll show you how much I love your body. And I’ll never lie to you again.”

  I took a hesitant step forward and then another. And then he was pulling me into his arms, my soaked body against his, and kissing me hard and deep.

  Rain was flowing down our faces, running over our lips as mashed them together, rolling over our eyes as we squeezed them tight shut.

  Erard took me by the hand, just as he had back in the diner, and pulled me off the path and into the trees. He whirled me around, pressing me back against a tree, its greenery stopping the worst of the rain. Then he began to run his hands over my heaving body, tracing my lines through the soaked fabric. Over my hips. Up over my breasts, lifting them, stroking my hardened nipples through the cloth. We kissed, broke, panted, kissed again.

  I heard the towel drop to the floor. His cock pressed up against my freezing thigh, scorchingly hot and gloriously naked. I helped him drag my skirt up my thighs, baring me below the waist. I felt the head of him brush against my folds and then he was driving up into me, taking my breath away as the hardness of him filled me. His hands found my breasts, cupping them and then squeezing hard as he began to thrust, the head stretching my wonderfully as he went deep…and then deeper. I cried out, my head on his shoulder.

  “Like this?” he whispered in my ear, and I nodded frantically. He grabbed my legs and hauled them up around him, and I crossed my ankles behind his ass. He held me there and began to fuck me with fast, hard strokes that were exactly what we both needed. Every thrust notched me higher and higher until I was gasping and moaning, writhing against the tree, my teeth nipping at his neck. My whole world narrowed down to the feeling of his cock inside me, sliding past my slickened flesh.

  “Do you want me to pull out, this time?” he asked, teeth gritted.

  I’d had my eyes closed. I opened them, then, and pulled my head back from his shoulder so that I could look at him. It only took me a second to decide.

  I shook my head.

  He grinned and I swear I felt his cock swell and twitch at the thought of it. I was just as shocked by my own reaction, but I couldn’t deny it. It wasn’t just the idea of doing something so forbidden and filthy…it was the idea of making a baby with him. It made me hotter than anything I’d ever known. “Do it,” I said in French. “Do it. Fill me up.”

  That was all he needed to send him over the edge. He gave a growl of victory and thrust into me one last time, going as deep as he could, until the head of him was right up against my cervix. I gasped as I felt the hot explosion of him, spurt after spurt of his sticky seed, right where all the rules said it wasn’t allowed to go…right where I wanted it to be.

  We gasped and panted, our backs freezing from the rain and the trunk of the tree, but our fronts blazingly hot. We touched foreheads, and then we kissed again.

  ***

  “Virginia,” I said. “If it’s a girl.” That was my opener, the one I knew he’d knock down. Everything was a game to Erard, but I was beginning to see that that wasn’t a bad thing. It meant that he never took things too seriously—we never argued over the little things. It made him the perfect counterpoint to my moping—although I seemed to be doing less of that, lately. And he took us very seriously indeed.

  So I’d learned to play along, to be tactical. I tamed the worst of his playboy excesses. So he wanted to go to Monte Carlo to gamble with his friends for the third week in a row? Fine…but I’d whispered to him what he’d be missing in the bedroom if he did, and he’d stayed home that night. Meanwhile, he joked me out of my dark days. When I’d worried about coming out to France for the first time to meet his parents, he’d surprised me with a picnic in Central Park, within sight of the trees where we’d fucked. We were good for each other, and the more we found out about each other, the better it got.

  I felt Erard shake his head behind me, just as I’d hoped. “I don’t want her named after a state.” His hands smoothed over my swollen stomach.

  “If you don’t like Virginia,” I said, pretending to be hurt, “how about Natalie?”

  “Natalie.” He tried it out. “Natalie. I like Natalie.”

  We were standing on the balcony of Erard’s chateau, watching the sun go down. At six months, I was swelling fast…but the seamstress had assured me that she’d left sufficient room in the wedding dress—
it would still fit me in two weeks’ time. I smiled…a little too much.

  “Wait,” Erard said. “You wanted Natalie all along, didn’t you? You tricked me.”

  I snuggled back against him and looked innocent. “Moi?”

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  An Extract from

  He Wanted Me Pregnant!

  The Nurse and the Soldier

  Torn from the safety of a Chicago ER, nurse Mei Li is struggling to adjust to life in a desert war zone. She works around the clock to save the wounded…but who’s going to save her?

  Enter Private Pete Belling. Counting the days until the end of his tour, the last thing he expected to find in the desert was love. Fraternizing with the medical staff is strictly forbidden. But when he meets Mei Li, he’s ready to break all the rules to be with her.

  They begin a secret romance, meeting for risky encounters and always seconds from discovery. But when Pete’s sent on a mission he might not come back from, he asks Mei Li if she’ll help him leave behind a legacy. Can she risk getting pregnant by the man she loves…when she knows he could be dead tomorrow?

  He pointed at a large black shape with smooth, rounded sides. When she reached out to touch it, she found it was soft, the surface rubbery.

  “What is it?” she asked.

  “Never seen one of these before? It’s water. It’s where they store the emergency water. Climb up.”

  He gave her a boost and showed her where to put her feet. She scrambled up onto the top of the thing and—

  She gasped. It was as big, on top, as two or three king size beds pushed together, and she could feel the liquid just under the soft surface. The whole thing was moving and rolling with the vibrations, just like—

  “It’s like a giant water bed,” she said.

  He climbed up after her and lay beside her. Their weight made the surface dip in the middle, rolling them together.

  “I don’t recall saying anything about going to bed with you, Private Belling,” she told him.

  “Technically we’re not in the bed; we’re on the bed, ma’am. I promised you private—we’re private.”

  She looked around. They were a good eight feet up. If they stayed near the middle of the giant water bladder, no one would see them from the ground.

  “Look up,” he told her.

  She looked up and gasped. In this quiet corner of the base, away from the strong searchlights of the fence, it was dark enough to see a million pinpricks of light, spread across the night sky as if by a giant hand.

  He nestled in closer to her, and his finger traced tenderly down her cheek.

  “We’ll have to be quiet,” he told her softly.

  She looked down the length of his body. From where she was, she had a tantalizing view down the neck of his uniform to the hard muscles beneath.

  “I can be quiet,” she said.

  He rolled over on top of her, both of them immediately wobbling back and forth on the waves of water, and she had to fight the urge to giggle. But then his lips were on hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth, and it didn’t feel funny anymore. It felt wonderfully hot and forbidden and dangerous and Oh God, the way his hands traced along the soft skin of her sides through her scrubs, and this time there was no one to interrupt them. The tension built, second by second, as his hands crept closer and closer to her breasts, and then he finally planted both palms right on the soft mounds and his intake of breath was matched by her groan of pleasure. It had been so long since she’d been touched there, so long since she’d even had any privacy to touch herself that it was like coming back to life. She felt her breasts move in their bra under his touch, rolling beneath his palms, and she ground her hips in silent response. Her breath was coming quicker now, his every touch sending out sparks of raw excitement that sank, crackling, straight down to her groin.

  He lifted her, rolling underneath her, and she yelped as she suddenly found herself atop him. She let her legs slide down on either side of his and sat up a little. She was astride him, his hard body between her soft thighs, and she gulped a little at how that felt. It had been even longer since she’d felt that, since anything other than a pillow had been tucked between her legs for comfort on those long, lonely nights. That, and the secret vibrator she’d brought out with her, although there’d been precious few times when she was alone in the tent to use it.

  Now, though…to feel the hard shape of a man between her thighs, real and alive and throbbing hot…she shifted a little lower and one thigh grazed the edge of—Oh!

  He groaned.

  Oh wow. She shifted again and her eyes widened. Wow. He was seriously hung, too, and the thought of it, the feel of it so close to her, made the heat start to turn to moisture.

  He drew her down into another kiss, his hands stroking upward, toying with the hem of the top half of her scrubs. She knew what was coming, and when he jerked it up she put her hands up over her head so that he could pull it right off her.

  He dropped it beside them and gazed at her lithe, tan body, her breasts in their gauzy black bra. She bit her lip—she knew her breasts were too small.

  “You’re beautiful,” he told her, breathing hard. “God…you wore this for me?”

  She nodded, suddenly breathless herself.

  He sat up so that their upper bodies were pressed together and laid hungry kisses down her neck, pushing her silky hair aside so that his lips could graze her earlobes and the secret places just behind them. She shuddered in ecstasy and ground her breasts against the hard swell of his pecs. Between them, she could feel the bulge of his erection, throbbing. She hooked her hands under his uniform top, just as he’d done, and tugged it up and off his body, breaking the kiss for only as long as it took to get it over his head.

  He lay back and pulled her down with him, kissing her as his huge hands squeezing her breasts, thumbs working at the nipples, and she felt them stand stiff and erect, their shape clear through the thin fabric. She put her mouth to his chest, exploring the rise of each pec, the deep valley that lay between them. She worked her way down the center line, her fingers tracing the hard ridges of muscle that made up his abs, and he groaned and shifted under her, unable to keep still.

  And then she reached the waistband of his uniform pants. She could see the outline of his cock there, thick and long, and she panted a little—at the thought of it, but also at the brazenness of her own actions. God, am I really doing this? It was all happening so fast. She hadn’t realized, until they started, how much she’d needed it. She could feel things rapidly sliding out of control, as if they were rushing downhill with no brakes.

  She ran a hand down over the bulge and he tensed, a shudder passing up through his body. The way his muscles bunched and strained made her go weak. “We can’t,” she said. “Not here.” She wasn’t sure which of them she was trying to convince.

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