by April Wilson
I grin guiltily, knowing full well how inept I am at this. “I was thinking we should go away for a night this weekend, the two of us and Lia and Jonah. It would be fun.” I rake my nails against his scalp, and he closes his eyes, giving me another heart-felt groan. “You know, one last bit of fun before the baby arrives.”
He frowns, looking like he’s resigned himself to having this conversation. “What exactly did you have in mind?”
I shrug, continuing to stroke his hair as it’s an excellent way to distract him. “Just a quick little road trip. We could drive up to Jake’s cabin in Harbor Springs tomorrow morning and stay the night. It’s only a two-hour drive. It’ll be fun. An overnight double date.”
He frowns. “Honey, I really don’t want to go out of town so close to the baby’s due date.”
“He’s not due for another six weeks!”
“But what if something happens? I don’t want to be so far away from your doctor.”
“Nothing’s going to happen. Besides, the cabin’s only two hours away. That’s not so far.”
Shane leans back in his chair and crosses his arms, a frown marring his handsome face. “Beth, no. It’s too risky.”
“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun. We could go to Lucky’s Tavern for dinner. Jonah could play a few sets—he promised Hal he’d perform there again. That would be fun. Come on, please? This might be the last chance we’ll have to do something like this for a while. And I have cabin fever so badly! I feel like I’ve been stuck at home for months.”
“I really don’t like the idea of you being so far away from your doctor.”
“I’ll be fine. I promise. Please?”
“Beth—”
I lean forward and kiss him, my fingers in his hair as I tease his lips apart. I draw his lower lip into my mouth and gently suck on it, which I know drives him crazy. Actually, he likes it when I suck on anything of his. “Please?”
He sighs, clearly exasperated. “Beth.”
“Please?”
He lays his warm hands on my bare thighs and spreads my legs wider, exposing me to his hot gaze. “You don’t play fair, do you?”
I smile, sensing victory. “We can make out at the cabin. Remember the last time we stayed there?”
He laughs. “We don’t have to leave Chicago to make out. In fact, isn’t that what we’re trying to do right now?”
“Yes, but it’ll be fun to go somewhere with Lia and Jonah. Shoot, we live in the same building and hardly go out together. Come on. Let’s do something spontaneous and crazy.”
“You want something spontaneous and crazy?” He reaches for the hem of my dress and pulls it up and over my head, dropping it to the desktop, leaving me sitting bare-ass naked on his desk, dressed in nothing but a white lacy bra. My heart starts pounding, and I glance behind me at the locked door. I know no one can see us, but still… I feel so exposed. It’s unnerving. “Shane.”
He unhooks my bra, and the cups spring free. My bra straps slide down my arms, leaving me uncovered.
“You wanted spontaneous and crazy,” he says. “Does this count?”
Chapter 2
Beth
Rationally, I know his office door is locked, and that Diane is holding his calls—that means no visitors, too—but still, I feel so exposed. Since he has the corner office, the two exterior walls are nothing but glass, providing a nearly panoramic view of the downtown Chicago skyline. Right now, it’s all clear, sunny skies and glass-and-steel office buildings as far as the eye can see. I know the windows are tinted for privacy, but from where I’m sitting, it doesn’t feel very private to me.
Suddenly, I feel chilled, and my confidence takes a nose dive. “Shane.”
“What’s wrong, honey?”
My gaze shifts toward the windows.
“Sweetheart, the windows are tinted on the outside. No one can see into this office.”
“I know, but—”
“But what? No one can see us. I promise.”
I sigh. “All right.”
“Honey.” He frames my face in his hands. “Do you honestly think I’d let anyone see you naked?”
“No.” I feel a wave of emotion welling up inside me, making my eyes mist. I’m sure the pregnancy hormones are to blame—I cry at the drop of a hat lately—and I can’t seem to help it. I love this man so much. No matter what I need, he’s always there for me, patient as a saint as he puts up with my many insecurities.
He peers down into my face, looking a little baffled. “Honey? Why the tears?”
The concern in his voice sends me over the edge, and now the waterworks are flowing. And even though I’m wearing waterproof mascara, I’m afraid I look like a raccoon now.
“Beth?” He crouches down at eye level, a hint of a smile on his face. “What’s wrong, honey?”
“Nothing’s wrong!” I barely manage to get the words out between sobs. “It’s just that I love you so much.” And then more sobs come, and I know I’m a hot mess now, and I’m embarrassed. “Stupid pregnancy hormones.”
Shane bites his lip to keep from smiling as he pulls me into his arms and rubs my back. “I know. I love you too.”
We both laugh then, mine more of a watery spluttering, and he pats me on the back.
He hands me a tissue and I dab at my face, checking for mascara streaks. So far, so good. “I’m so sorry. I’m ruining everything.”
He tips my chin up so that I’m looking him in the eye. “You could never ruin anything.” Then he takes the soggy tissue from me and hands me a clean one. “Here. Blow.”
I blow my nose. “Falling apart like this wasn’t part of the plan. I was going to use my feminine wiles to get you to agree to the road trip. And I’ve botched everything.”
He chuckles. “You really want to go on this trip that badly?”
“Yes. I thought it would be fun to do something with Lia and Jonah…. sort of our last fling before we become parents, you know?”
He sighs. “All right. We’ll go. But only if you promise to take it easy and not stress yourself out, like you’re doing right now.”
I nod, wadding up the damp tissue. Shane holds out his hand, and I place the crumpled tissue in his palm, and he drops it in the wastebasket under his desk.
“Now,” he says, running his hands down my bare arms, “the burning question is… do you really want to have sex now? Or was this all just an elaborate ploy to get me to agree to the road trip?”
I grin at him, my cheeks flushing hotly. Of course I want him! “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want to have sex now. Right here on your desk.”
“We could take this into the bedroom, you know,” he says, nodding at the door that leads to his private office apartment. “I think you would be far more comfortable on a bed.”
I reach for his tie and pull him closer. “I want to do it right here on your desk.”
He grins. “You won’t get any complaint from me.”
I loosen his tie, pulling it free from his collar, and lay it aside. Then I slowly unbutton his fine dress shirt, letting it fall open to reveal his bare chest, which is a genuine work of art with its taut golden skin, muscled ridges, and light dusting of chest hair. Once I’m done, I run my hands down his torso, my fingers skimming over the ridges of his muscles. “Leave the rest on,” I say. “It feels naughtier this way, when you’re still partly dressed and looking very much the CEO.”
Shane gives me a crooked smile as he cups one of my breasts in his hand. He brushes his thumb across the nipple, watching as it puckers into a tight bud. Then he draws the tip into his mouth and suckles my flesh, swirling his tongue around the tip. I can feel the wet heat of his mouth and the soft tug of his lips all the way down to my core as liquid desire pools between my legs. He moves to my other breast and gives it the same treatment, increasing the ache between my legs until I’m squirming.
“Shane, please.”
He grasps my hips and pulls me to the edge of the desk, nudg
ing my thighs apart. “Don’t rush me. I’m just getting to the best part.” Then he drops down onto his chair and rolls it toward me, glancing up at me with a heated gleam in his eyes. I know exactly what he wants—his mouth, on me—and it makes me shiver. He’s insatiable.
He leans in and begins trailing teasing kisses up my inner thigh, heightening my arousal until I’m practically panting. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he nuzzles my mound, breathing me in and stealing my sanity.
“Oh, God.” My thighs are trembling now, and my breasts are aching. All of me is aching. “Shane, please.”
“Shh. Patience, sweetheart.” He pries open the lips of my sex, exposing my opening and my clit to his hot gaze. Then he proceeds to lick me, so thoroughly, his tongue swiping through my slit. He takes his time, and the feel of his tongue on my flesh sends a frisson of desire through me. I gasp and reach for him, my fingers gripping his head.
Shane always brings me to climax before he penetrates me, so that I’m soft and wet enough to take him without discomfort, but right now he’s clearly in no rush. Heat and desire are pooling between my legs as he dips his tongue inside me, then slides it up to flutter against my clit. He torments me until I’m a quivering mess and desperate for release. I tug sharply on his hair, but if I’m hurting him, he doesn’t complain.
“Shane—” My words are cut off with a whimper as he lashes my clit with his tongue. His finger slides into me, thrusting gently in and out as he opens me up and strokes me deep inside.
Panting shamelessly now, I find myself petting his head, encouraging him with loving strokes. His relentless tongue drives me higher and higher, and his finger rubs my sweet spot deep inside me. The pleasure is so intense I can’t hold back my cries.
My legs stiffen, signaling that my climax is imminent. Still, he continues his wicked torment, pushing me over the edge, until I arch my back and cry out in a breathless, shaking voice, “Shane!”
He shoots to his feet, wiping his wet beard and mouth on the tail of his shirt. His belt hits the floor with a loud thunk, and he wrenches open his trousers, shoving them and his boxer briefs down just far enough to free his erection. Fisting his thick length, he steps between my open thighs.
With one hand he raises my left thigh, and with the other he guides himself into my opening, which is drenched now thanks to his attentions. He positions the big head of his cock against my opening and presses in, groaning loudly as he works himself inside me, one slow inch at a time.
He fills me so beautifully it makes me gasp. “Shane!”
“I know,” he breathes, his mouth pressed against my temple. He dips down to kiss my lips as he pulls out a little, then presses deeper inside me, rocking into me a little farther each time. “Sweetheart.” He groans, pressing his forehead to mine as he looks down at where we’re joined. “My God, you feel so good.”
Once he’s fully seated inside me, he spreads my thighs wider so he can press closer against me, melding our bodies together. He holds himself still for a moment, giving me a chance to adjust to the size of him. We’re both breathing hard now, and I grab his arms to hold myself upright.
“Reach back to brace yourself,” he says, his voice rough now with arousal.
When I do as he says, he slides his forearms beneath my knees, spreading my thighs and tilting me back so he can open me up further. He pulls almost free, then slides back in slowly, his cock stroking hotly through my wet flesh, creating the most delicious friction. Over and over he strokes in and out of me, setting off little fireworks deep inside that make me gasp and whimper with pleasure.
“Okay?” he says.
I can do little more than gasp. “Yes!”
I brace myself as Shane picks up the pace, his strokes powerful and yet so controlled as he tempers his strength.
“I want to feel you come on me,” he says, his voice deep, almost a growl now. “I want to feel you squeeze me.”
“I can’t come again. It’s too soon.”
“Yes, you can.” He reaches between my legs to rub firm little circles on my clitoris. He presses his lips to mine, both of us panting. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
His voice, his words, the tremors in his arms, his thumb on my clit… it all sends me over the edge a second time. I gasp as a second orgasm hits me, biting my lips to keep from crying out. He holds himself deep inside me, motionless as my walls clamp down on him, his arms shaking. When he erupts inside me, sending wave after wave of scalding heat into my body, his hoarse shout fills the room, echoing off the walls.
Oh, my God! Diane must have heard that. I bite my lip to keep from laughing and press my hot face into the crook of his neck.
After his last pulse into my body, he gently pulls out and lowers my thighs to the desktop before capturing my face with his hands and leaning in for a gentle kiss. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he breathes, smiling as he touches his nose to mine. Then he leans down and kisses my taut, round belly.
Shane grabs a tissue and cleans himself up, then rights his clothes. Then he says, “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He grabs my dress and bra, sweeps me up into his arms, and carries me through the door to his private office apartment. We head straight for the bathroom.
Once I’ve washed up, I slip my arms into my bra straps, and he reaches in front of me to fasten it. He lays his hands on my big belly, catching and holding my gaze in the mirror. “I love seeing you like this.” He skims his hands over my abdomen. “So round with our child. You look beautiful.”
I laugh, laying my hands on his. “I look like I swallowed a basketball.”
He grins, shaking his head. “No, you look stunning. We made this baby together. Part of me is inside you, growing, thriving.” He skims his lips down the side of my neck and across my shoulder. Just then, the baby kicks, and we both feel it. His expression grows serious. “I’ll do my very best to be a good father and a good husband. I don’t have a lot of experience at doing either, but I’ll try.”
I turn my face to kiss the edge of his jaw. “You’re a wonderful husband, and I know you’ll be an equally wonderful father. You don’t do anything half-heartedly. Luke’s a lucky little boy.”
“Yes, he is, because he has you for a mother.”
I laugh. “I have even less experience than you do when it comes to parenting. At least you had six younger siblings. I’m sure you changed more than your share of diapers and patched up countless boo-boos. I’ve never even babysat.”
“We’ll figure it out as we go. And we have our parents to help us. Between them, they raised nine kids. I’m sure they’ll have plenty of advice for us.”
Shane helps me into my dress, and as he smooths the fabric over my hips, he gives me a look. “We need to retrieve your panties.” He slips his hand underneath my dress and clutches a bare butt cheek. “You are not walking out of my office with a bare bottom.”
I smile. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Chapter 3
Shane
As I gaze at Beth’s reflection in the bathroom mirror, I have to fight the urge to sweep her up into my arms and carry her to the bedroom for another round. This time it would be slow and relaxed, so I can worship her the way I want to. While I don’t think she’d object to the idea, I don’t want to wear her out. She’s always been a little physically fragile, but this pregnancy has taken its toll on her. She tires so easily lately.
I can’t wait until our baby is born. Of course I want to hold our son, but the truth is, I won’t rest easy until she has delivered. Even with the benefits of modern medicine, there’s always a risk of something going wrong. I ruthlessly slam a lid down on that thought. Beth needs me strong, not freaking out.
Beth frowns at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her pale blonde hair is mussed, numerous strands having come lose from her ponytail, and her blue-green eyes are bright. “I look like I’ve been rolling around in bed.”
I grin. “You do have a well-fucked look about you.”
She reaches
back and swats at me, laughing. “I do not!” Then she returns to studying her reflection, her finger tips dancing over her slightly swollen lips. “Do I?”
“You look like a beautiful, expectant mother.” I lean down and kiss the side of her neck, skimming my lips across her skin and breathing in her scent.
The baby kicks, and we both feel it beneath our hands. As her gaze meets mine in the mirror, she gives me a sweet, satisfied smile and it hits me hard.
I tighten my hold on her. “This baby can’t get here fast enough.” I bury my face in the crook of her neck and shoulder. When she rests her head against mine, I trail kisses along her throat to her lips, finally giving her a gentle kiss.
She kisses me back, then straightens and pulls the elastic tie from her ponytail. “I have to fix my hair or everyone will know what we were up to.” She shakes her hair free, the blonde strands flowing like pale silk over her shoulders.
When she reaches for a hairbrush on the bathroom counter, I beat her to it. “Let me.” Then I proceed to brush her hair, loving how the soft strands slide through my fingers. When she groans, I smile.
She loves it when I brush her hair. I swear, it’s tantamount to foreplay for her. I take my time, watching the bristles separate and smooth the strands. She closes her eyes and practically melts into me when I carefully work the brush through a few tangles. Every time she moans, my dick hardens a little more, and I have to fight the urge to abandon the brush completely and carry her off to bed.
Finally, I have to stop, or else we’ll be here all day. I lay the brush down and gather her hair into a sleek ponytail, securing it with her hair band. “There. Now no one will know what we were up to.”
Forcing myself to refrain from asking for a second round, I walk her out of the apartment and back into my office, where we locate her purse. She retrieves her panties, and I hold her steady as she bends over to slip them on beneath her dress. Then we’re through my office door and heading toward the elevators.
We stop at Diane’s desk. “I’m going to walk Beth down to the martial arts studio. I’ll be back shortly.”