“I’m sorry, peaches. I guess we haven’t really talked about it, but you are officially a billionaire, sweetheart. If you lose it, we’ll just buy you another one.”
Her jaw had dropped, and it was so adorable I had to sweep her up into my arms and kiss her until her father cleared his throat and tapped me on the shoulder.
“Save it for the wedding night, dear,” her mother wisecracked.
Since that was the plan, I knew I needed to get my ass in gear and make the wedding happen. Fast. I called in every favor and used every ounce of my power to threaten, cajole, or blackmail people so I could give Hazel a Cinderella wedding in one month.
Unfortunately, some of the preparations needed to be handled in person, so I’d hired her a bodyguard immediately. However, even then, it had still been nearly impossible to go back to the city without her. I had a security system installed and had considered adding a camera to her bedroom, but I didn’t want to risk her finding it and send her running before I got my wedding band on her finger.
I threw myself into the merger of my business and planning the most spectacular wedding since whichever royal got married recently and topped whichever one came before. The true miracle was securing St. Patrick’s Old Cathedral for the ceremony. Luckily, I’d been a good Catholic boy growing up. And though I hadn’t been back to church other than Christmas and Easter for years, I’d maintained a relationship with the priests. Plus, the marriage coordinator was my cousin. It also didn’t hurt that I’d been a big donor already, and I promised to basically finance an entire major renovation in order to fast-track our wedding.
The reception had been at The Plaza, with the best of everything, and a guest list that rivaled the biggest A-list movie stars. I made sure my Hazel was the belle of the fucking ball.
I’d grown up in Queens, and all the glitz and glam wasn’t really my scene, despite the billions in my bank account. But Hazel was worth it. She was worth everything.
Which was why I found myself at another stuffy charity ball, suffering through the sleazeballs that hid their depravity behind their money ogling my wife.
From the moment we’d left our Upper West Side townhouse, all I wanted to do was grab Hazel and run back inside and never leave. I hated sharing her, and after the news we’d received two days ago, I was feeling even more protective. You’d think knocking my wife up would ease the possessive bastard inside me. I mean, besides a ring, what else screamed “taken” better than a pregnant belly? However, it had done the opposite. I was more obsessed with my wife than ever, and every day it was a struggle to rein myself in.
“Jamie?” Hazel’s soft, sweet voice floated up to my ears, making my cock swell. Generally, I fucking hated that nickname, but I loved the way she said it. Then again, I loved the way Hazel said or did anything.
“What do you need, peaches?” I asked with a soft kiss on her temple. She sighed and leaned into me, and I tightened my arm around her waist. My eyes swept over her face, and I frowned at how pale she looked. Her green eyes had weary lines around them, and the sparkle that had drawn me to her from the beginning had dulled.
“I’m a little tired, would you mind if we went home?”
I was all too eager to comply with her request. “Of course, sweetheart.” I began to guide her towards the coat check, but we were stopped at least three times along the way. They were all clients and despite my desire to bolt, I had to give them each a few minutes. I’d recently merged my business with K-Corp, another investment firm owned by brothers who happened to be two of my best friends. We all wanted to take a step back to spend more time with our families. Merging our companies, along with some smart hires, meant none of us were spending our entire lives in the office. Still, while it was an excellent business decision, it was a big one and some of my clients were still a little skittish.
Hazel greeted each of them with patience and a gracious smile. A frown tugged at my lips as I listened to her speak with them. Over the last month since we’d returned from our three-month honeymoon, Hazel’s speech had begun to lose the country lilt and her tone was calm and refined, rather than high pitched and brimming with excitement. Less and less, I heard her cute farm girl phrases and the charming way she said, “y’all.”
It confused me because I thought this was the life she wanted. To leave her small-town world behind and live in the fast lane. But it often felt like I was losing her. On more than one occasion, I’d been tempted to sweep her up and run away from the city and this high-society life. But, fear stopped me every time.
It took a lot of courage to accomplish everything I’d set out to do in my life. I was known for being fearless and going after the things I wanted. Just like with Hazel. I wouldn’t have left that small little town until she was mine.
So, it was unsettling to find myself paralyzed by a single thought. What if Hazel wouldn’t love me if I didn’t come with this life? If it was just me and my overbearing, jealous, possessive ways.
Chapter 2
Jamison
When we arrived home, I hung up our coats in the front hall closet while Hazel headed for the kitchen. I followed her through the arched doorway on my right and caught up to her just as she was standing on her tip-toes to reach the second shelf of one of the cabinets.
I walked up behind her and grasped her waist, lifting her off her feet and setting her on the counter. Then I easily plucked up the mug she’d been attempting to retrieve. In silence, I went about the task of making her some herbal tea. When it was finished, I filled her cup and waited for her to take a sip and hum in approval.
Son of a bitch. It was the same sound she made when her lips were wrapped around my dick. “Hold that carefully, peaches,” I instructed before lifting her into my arms like a bride and carrying her up the first flight of stairs to our master suite.
I sat Hazel on the bed and took a step back, trying to calm the fuck down. I watched her as she sipped her tea and peeked up at me through her lashes with a slightly coy smile. It was appealing as fuck and made staying in control a mighty feat.
Ever since we confirmed that she was three months pregnant, I’d been extremely careful with her when we had sex. I missed fucking her, but making love with Hazel was also an out of this world experience. So, I focused on being gentle and loving.
Clenching my fists, I forced myself to turn away and take off my tux, then hang it in the closet; letting her have time to finish her tea and for me to get on steady ground.
“Jamie?”
“Yeah, peaches?” I popped my head out of the closet door to glance over at her. I suddenly felt like a fucking cartoon. My eyes bugged out, the dark green probably molten black from the lust coursing through me. My jaw dropped with my tongue lolling limply to the side, most likely dripping with drool. And my heart was pounding so loudly, I wondered if it was visibly banging out of my chest like a Bugs Bunny character.
Hazel had stripped out of her gown and was standing beside the bed in lingerie I hadn’t known was hidden beneath it. Thank fuck, or I’d have killed every man who dared to look at her. Strike that, we never would have left the fucking bedroom.
She’d let her coppery hair fall in waves down her back, framing her gorgeous face. Her lush body was accentuated by the peach, lace teddy that barely contained her pregnancy swollen tits, caressed her slightly rounded tummy, and molded to the sweet curve of her hips as they flared. Garters and stockings made her legs look impossibly long for someone so petite, and she was still wearing the high, glittery-gold heels that had matched her dress.
Her eyes heated at my reaction, then they dropped to the substantial tent in my boxer briefs and a smug smile graced her pink lips. I swallowed hard and tried to stuff my tongue back in my suddenly dry mouth.
“Fuck me…” I croaked in audible thought.
“That’s the plan, sexy,” Hazel purred as she sauntered toward me.
When she stopped right in front of me, my hands darted out of their own volition and gripped her thickening wais
t. I lifted her, and she immediately wrapped her legs around me.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous. What did I do to deserve you?” Hazel’s cheeks dusted with pink even as she beamed at me with pleasure. “You’re my whole world, peaches. If anything ever happened to you, I’d be lost. I wouldn’t survive.”
She nodded and put one tiny hand on my cheek. “I know.”
“It’s why I do the things I do. To protect you.” I placed my hand on her stomach. “There is nothing more precious to me than you and our baby.” Again, she nodded, then brushed a sweet kiss against my lips.
I carried her as I padded across the plush carpet and set her on the bed. She reached for me, but I deftly caught her wrists and set them on either side of her head. “If you touch me, I won’t be able to control myself.”
Her green eyes burned with desire as she countered, “That sounds perfect to me. It isn’t fair that I’m the one who gets to let loose while you have to hold back all the time. I want to drive you crazy sometimes, too.”
It sounded fucking fantastic to me, as well. Keeping a tight rein on my rampaging libido wasn’t easy. I’d love to sink my fat cock into her tight pussy and hammer away until neither of us could see straight, but I wasn’t going to do anything to put her and our baby at risk. Their health and wellbeing took precedent over my raging desires—no matter how hard it was to hold myself back. The only thing that made it easier was knowing that I could still give her plenty of orgasms without having to worry about hurting her. Watching her as she flew apart and having her sweet taste fill my mouth had quickly become my favorite pastime.
“You’ll never hear me complaining about you letting loose with me, peaches. I love to watch you come.” Kissing down her chest, I swirled my tongue around one of her puckered nipples before adding, “But it’s even better when I get to taste it, too.”
“Yeah, but—”
Whatever she’d been about to say was cut off by a moan when I sucked her breast into my mouth and bit down gently on the tip. Being pregnant had made her tits sensitive as hell, to the point where I could almost make her come just by playing with them. With my control already near its breaking point, I used this to my advantage and focused on her breasts until she was writhing in need beneath me. Then I made my way down her body.
Gently resting one hand over her slightly rounded belly—as a reminder to myself about why I couldn’t fuck her brains out—I glided the other down to spread her pussy lips apart. Then I lowered my head and licked up from her drenched hole to her clit. Humming in approval as the burst of sweet flavor hit my taste buds, I flattened my tongue and devoured her, licking from top to bottom and stiffening my tongue so I could thrust it inside her pussy on each downslide.
It didn’t take long before her hips started to jerk up and she whimpered, “Please, Jamie. I’m so close.”
“That’s right, peaches. Give it to me,” I murmured against her damp skin before I circled her clit with my thumb. Her entire body tensed before she cried out and her come filled my mouth. I licked her gently through her orgasm, waiting until her trembling stopped before crawling up her body and kicking off my boxers.
Before my cock could nudge against her soaked entrance, her small hand slid between our bodies to circle it. With her fingertips barely touching, I felt huge in her grasp. “I want a taste of you, too.”
Even though my hips punched forward, pushing my hard length deeper into her palm, I wrapped my hand around her wrist and gently tugged until she let go of my dick. There wasn’t a chance in hell I’d be able to maintain my control with her plump lips wrapped around my cock. The flare of disappointment in her beautiful green eyes killed me, but I’d never forgive myself if I let her push me over the edge and I ended up hurting her and the baby.
Determined to see her eyes full of passion instead, I claimed her lips in an ardent kiss and circled my hips with only an inch of my cock inside her pussy. “Some other time, peaches. I’ve been dying to sink into your wet heat all night. I can’t wait another second.”
“Okay,” she answered softly, with a jerky nod. I could tell she wasn’t thrilled by my refusal, but I knew I’d soon make her forget about it when I gave her another orgasm and let myself fill her with my come.
With that goal in mind, I slowly inched my way into her pussy until I bumped against her cervix. Then I pulled back and set a quick but careful pace as I thrust in and out of her, never going quite as deep as that first one. I kept one palm flat against the mattress, making sure I didn’t give Hazel too much of my weight. Trailing kisses across her cheek, I brushed my lips over hers until she opened them. Our tongues tangled as our bodies moved in unison.
When I felt her pussy start to flutter around my dick, I grunted, “You feel so fucking perfect. Just like I knew you would with this sweet pussy milking my cock until I fill you up with my come.”
“Oh—Yes—Please,” she panted, her nails digging into my shoulders. I circled my hips, making sure to hit her G-spot on the next stroke, and she clamped down hard. With her cries of completion ringing in my ears, I finally gave in to the tingling in my spine. My cock jerked over and over again, and my hot come filled her to overflowing. With my chest heaving, I rolled off her body and collapsed against the mattress and pulled her on top of me. Her small hands stroked my chest, and she buried her face right above my thundering heart. It wasn’t until she drifted off to sleep that I noticed a slight dampness on my skin. My lips curved up in a tiny grin at how fucking adorable she was, even when she was drooling on me.
Chapter 3
Jamison
“I have to go into the office today, peaches,” I murmured into her hair as I snuggled her close. “I want you to come with me.”
She nodded and flipped around to cuddle into my chest, tucking her head under my chin. “Okay.”
“How about I let you hang out with Blair at the daycare in the building instead of being stuck all day in my office?”
Her head dipped back, and her happy smile spread warmth through my chest and straight to my morning wood. “I’d like that.”
Blair was the wife of Justice Kendall, one of my business partners, and she worked at the company daycare. I was actually a little jealous of his set up. He had eyes on his wife all day long because there were cameras everywhere. At the moment, I was forced to settle for a security team shadowing Hazel and GPS trackers in her ring and cell phone, on the rare occasions when I couldn’t be with her. And, dragging her to my office to sit on my couch while I answered emails and had conference calls wasn’t exactly fun for her. At least while she was in the daycare, I could watch her.
“Imogene will probably be there too, since the three of us are meeting today.” Hazel’s green eyes twinkled, and I almost groaned. I loved that she’d grown close with Blair and Thatcher Kendall’s wife, Imogene. But it wasn’t rare for the three of them to put their heads together and cause trouble. The kind that would put their husbands in an early grave.
Staring down at her delighted expression, I couldn’t bring myself to care. I’d deal with that if it happened. At that moment, I was just happy to see her shine again.
I lowered my lips to hers, and it wasn’t long before I had her on her back and was moving above her in slow, deep strokes. I deliberately kept a steady, controlled pace. I was determined not to lose my shit and turn into a fucking beast. I wouldn’t risk being too rough and hurting her or the baby.
Hazel whimpered and moaned, “harder,” but I just shook my head and focused on giving her as much pleasure as possible.
“I love you more than anything, Hazel,” I whispered, pushing her over the edge. She cried out, and the throbbing of her pussy had me following right behind. I pulled out immediately and started to roll to the side so I wouldn’t crush her. She grabbed onto my torso and squeezed. “Don’t go yet. I love to feel your weight on me.” I was so tempted to give in to her plea, but I stayed firm and settled next to her on the bed. She sighed and muttered something so low that I only caught t
he word “breakable.”
After a few minutes, her lashes lifted, and she stared up at me with eyes that were churning with emotion. “I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too, peaches,” I replied with a smile before kissing the tip of her nose. She bit her lip as she continued to quietly study my face, almost as though she was searching for something. I wasn’t sure whether she found it before she finally looked away. She cuddled into my side and traced her fingertips along the lines of my muscled chest.
Eventually, I dragged her cute little ass out of bed so we could shower together. I scrubbed her from head to toe, paying special attention to my favorite parts, including her slightly rounded belly.
When she was thoroughly cleaned and satisfied from two more orgasms, I quickly washed, then hopped out and grabbed a couple of towels. After wrapping Hazel up in the warm, fluffy material, I carried her into our massive walk-in closet. I dried us both and tossed the towels into a laundry bin. Then I rummaged through a couple of drawers in the dresser built into the center of the room until I found what I was looking for. After handing her the scraps of peach lace, I looked through her hanging clothes and selected a pretty, green sweater dress that matched her eyes.
Hazel watched me with amusement playing at the corners of her mouth. It was times like these, when I let myself get carried away in my obsession to control everything about her, that I worried she’d begin to see through my façade. So far, she’d either found my slips cute or hot. I definitely preferred when a show of my possession had her jumping my bones as soon as we were alone.
An hour later, I gave her a deep, passionate kiss before leaving her in the company of Blair and Imogene and heading up to my office on the forty-seventh floor.
Thatcher was already waiting for me, sprawled on one of the leather armchairs facing my desk. He was staring at his phone and barely acknowledged my presence. As I walked around him to sit at my desk, I glimpsed his screen and was unsurprised to see him glued to a video feed of his wife.
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