“Fucking take my cock, baby!” I’m delirious. I feel her tighten around me as she shouts something inaudible. I can’t hold back any longer; I explode inside her, my body shaking as I hold myself up over her swollen belly.
I catch my breath and lean over her, releasing her restraints from her wrists and ankles before kissing and rubbing each one.
“Are you okay?” I ask as I lie back down beside her.
She nods her head. “Can’t talk.” A lazy grin spreads across her face as she turns her head toward me and kisses me, her tongue dancing with mine.
“Mmm, careful. That’s how you started this whole thing.”
She giggles as I drag my hand up her thigh and place it on her lower stomach.
“How’s my son doing?”
Her belly is just now starting to really show, a round bump protruding over her waistband.
“He’s doing okay,” she says, nuzzling into me.
We started trying about three days after I put the ring on her finger, and she was pregnant two weeks after that.
“What time is our flight tomorrow?”
I push her hair back from her face, a few strands clinging to her sweaty temple.
“We leave at eleven a.m. so you can sleep in. Everything is already packed and ready to go. We just have to get in the car and Phil will drive us to the private airfield.”
“I can’t wait to feel the sun again. These Chicago winters are the worst.”
“I can’t wait to see you in a string bikini.” I plant another kiss on each of her nipples and I see her toes curl.
“You are so responsive to me while pregnant.” I continue teasing her for a few moments before she’s begging me to get her off again. It only takes about thirty seconds of my fingers inside her before she’s coming. “It does wonders for my ego.”
“It’s always been that way. From the moment I met you my body was on high alert.”
“Same. Pretty sure my blood pressure was dangerously high the first two months you were here.”
We lie in bed and reminisce about how nervous we made each other. All the secret thoughts we had, the stolen glances.
After our engagement, we both agreed we didn’t want a big wedding. I think since Margot doesn’t have any family it made sense and I certainly don’t have a large social circle. Instead, we opted for a small, private ceremony today in the atrium of our home. It was elegantly decorated with ivory roses and pale-pink details.
My mother, Eleanor, Phil, Hank, and Shelly were the only guests in attendance. We enjoyed a small dinner afterward, and then I basically kicked everyone out so I could have my wife all to myself.
“Eleanor asked that we bring her back a sand castle from St. Lucia.”
I laugh. “I’m shocked she didn’t ask us to bring her back a damn pony.”
I rub Margot’s belly. “Hank said that Shelly insisted on picking a wedding date after Glen is born.”
She rolls onto her side and props herself up on her elbow to look at me. “Yeah, that’s what she told me too. I told her she didn’t have to but she said they want to do a destination wedding in Mexico. It will be nice not to be pregnant at their wedding, then I can enjoy some margaritas and dancing the night away.”
“My mother said she has a surprise for you when we get back from our honeymoon.”
She arches a brow at me. “Oh boy, a surprise?”
I kiss her forehead. “Don’t worry. She’s just having the nursery finished. She wanted to contribute her design eye and I told her that you would appreciate not having to tackle that beast. I sent her your Pinterest boards.”
She sighs. “You are so wonderful, you know that? So is your mother. I still can’t believe that I get to have all of you in my life. That you all love me and accept me. I never thought I’d get to have a family again.” She sniffs and a tear is close to falling over the rim of her eye. She’s been extra emotional lately with the pregnancy hormones.
“You think people are meant to be?” I ask.
She nods. “Sometimes I do, yeah.”
“Me too. I think about how we both lost a lot in life, and then it was like we were these two perfect puzzle pieces that came together and filled those empty spots for each other.”
I reach down and pull the comforter over our bodies as Margot wraps herself around me.
“I have a question,” she says, breaking the silence.
“Hmm?”
“When did you know it was hopeless for you with me? That you weren’t going to be able to resist any longer?”
I think about her question. “I was instantly attracted to you, I knew that. That’s why I didn’t help you up when you tripped that first night. Just shaking your hand had my body buzzing and I didn’t trust myself. But probably that night I walked in on you talking orgies.”
She laughs.
“I’m sorry it’s not a more romantic moment,” I confess. “But dammit, woman, you had me so wound up. What about you?”
She bites her lip, dragging her teeth slowly across it. “Well, I’m afraid my moment isn’t much more romantic either.”
“Do tell.” I bite her earlobe softly.
“Those three words…” she says as her eyes flutter close. “Come to daddy.”
The words sound way more erotic when she says them. I drag my tongue down her neck as my hand comes up to plump her breast.
“Oh, you’re a naughty girl,” I say as she melts against me.
“Only for you, sir.”
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I'm the type of man that gets what I want.
Hell, I didn’t become a billionaire before forty-five by playing by the rules.
But then she waltzed into my life…
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DIRTY LITTLE SECRET SNEAK PEAK
I'm the type of man that gets what I want.
Hell, I didn’t become a billionaire before forty-five by playing by the rules.
But then she waltzed into my life…
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Wren Adler, my head of PR and the star of every one of my dirty fantasies.
She's driven, fiery and more than ten years younger than me.
In other words, she’s off f-ing limits.
But when a psycho stalker starts to terrorize her and her narcissistic ex keeps making mysterious appearances in her life, the only way I could make sure she stays safe—was to have her move in with me.
So now I'm not just tortured at work, but every night as she permeates every inch of my life.
I’ve been a saint for three years.
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I've kept my hands off her curvaceous body and my filthy thoughts to myself.
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Until last night when she asked if I had any dirty little secrets and my resolve finally snapped.
I should have walked away.
I shouldn't have tasted her.
I shouldn't have let my hands roam.
And I sure as hell shouldn't have told her to grab the headboard.
Instead, I finally let myself indulge in the ultimate fantasy of pretending she’s mine.
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Now, she thinks that she’s my dirty little secret but the truth is, I’m not only lying to her, I’m lying to myself.