Aaron
“You’d go slow, yeah?” I asked, my voice low. She nodded, biting her bottom lip, her green eyes flickering with anticipation.
I leaned in and kissed her, my hands sliding over her waist as I pulled her onto my lap. She straddled me instantly, her body pressing against mine.
Her breasts bounced with the movement, and a soft gasp left her lips as she rubbed herself against my growing arousal.
I groaned, dropping my head to capture a nipple between my lips, rolling my tongue over the sensitive peak while my hand kneaded her other breast.
I had read somewhere that nipple stimulation helped pregnant women reach pleasure faster. With Joan, it proved true every time.
She was more sensitive now, her body responding instantly to my touch. And I loved it. I loved how she changed each day, how her curves became fuller, her hips softer, her ass more tempting.
Slowly, she sank onto my length, and we both let out a moan of pure ecstasy.
She rocked her hips, and I matched her movements, thrusting up gently, keeping our rhythm steady. Her head fell back, exposing her throat, her breasts pushing forward as she lost herself in pleasure.
I held her hips, slowing her down when she got too eager. My impatient little fiancee.
I liked the sound of that-fiancee. We hadn’t announced our engagement yet, hadn’t even told the world about our baby. I wanted to keep it that way until after the wedding.
It was safer.
I couldn’t risk Joan or the baby being targeted. Not again. Not after what happened with the syndicate.
I had no idea what went down between Ace and them, but it was obvious-they had finished him. He was probably buried in some unmarked grave by now.
Because of that, I had tightened security. Joan hated it, had fought me on it, but I didn’t back down. This wasn’t just about her anymore. It was about our family.
“Oh God,” she gasped, her walls clenching around me, pulling me deeper. I groaned, dragging her against my chest, my lips latching onto the sensitive skin of her neck.
I squeezed her breasts, letting her set the pace now, letting her take what she needed.
She moved faster, and I met her thrusts, gripping her hips as pleasure built between us. I was close. So was she.
When we finally came, she melted against me, her arms wrapped around my neck, her breathing heavy.
We stayed like that for a moment before she climbed off, smoothing down her skirt, her lips curving into a satisfied smile.
I raised a brow as I tucked myself back into my pants. It was easy to forget we were in my office. If it were up to me, I’d keep her here a little longer, pull her back into my arms and enjoy the afterglow.
I could make it happen. A quick call to my secretary, and no one would disturb us. But knowing Joan, she’d rush back to work.
I had told her to take a break, to rest for now, but she had convinced me she was fine. So instead, I made sure the staff at DomisAd didn’t give her anything too stressful.
Most of them didn’t even know she was pregnant yet. She wasn’t showing-just two months along-but I knew.
She snapped her bra back in place and buttoned her shirt. I leaned back in my chair, watching her, my lips twitching with amusement.
She had come all the way here just to ask me to fuck her. I couldn’t say no. Hell, I’d give her anything she wanted.
The light caught on her ring, and satisfaction curled inside me. My ring. My woman.
In a few months, she would be my wife. The mother of my child.
She was stronger than she realized, and damn, she was more beautiful every day.
I had meant it when I told her green was my favorite color-because it was the color of her eyes.
I could spend hours just staring into them, watching how they shifted with her emotions.
A darker green with golden flecks when she was angry. A lighter, more vivid green when she was excited or turned on.
It was mesmerizing.
And if we had a daughter, I hoped she got her mother’s eyes. If it was a boy… well, green eyes wouldn’t be bad for a son either.
“I like that bra,” I murmured.
Joan smirked as she rummaged through her bag.
“Oh, really?” she teased, pulling out a small mirror.
I blinked. “You carry that around too?”
“Yeah? My makeup is smeared. Everyone will know we had sex.” She frowned at her reflection, reaching for her lipstick.
I pressed my lips together. “That’s if they don’t already know.”
She paused mid-swipe. “That… doesn’t help.”
A slow smirk tugged at my lips. “We’ve been in here for an hour, and the door was locked. That’s the first thing anyone would assume. Especially my secretary.”
She shot me a glare.
I held up my hands in mock surrender. “I’m just saying.”
She rolled her eyes and went back to fixing her lipstick. I pushed to my feet, walking over to her, wrapping my arms around her from behind.
I rested my chin on her shoulder. “What does it matter if they know?”
She sighed. “It’s embarrassing.”
She turned in my arms, looking up at me. I cupped her face gently. “Are you okay? How do you feel?”
She laughed, slipping out of my hold.
“Thompson, you need to stop fussing. I’m fine. And if I’m not, I’ll tell you.”
I watched her for a second, then straightened.
“Promise?”
She nodded, stepping closer to press a soft kiss to my lips.
“Take it easy on your employees, yeah?” she murmured.
I gave a curt nod.
She winked. “See you at home. Love you.”
With that, she sashayed out of my office, closing the door behind her.
A small smile crept onto my face as I returned to my desk.
We had moved out of the penthouse and into the house I had taken her to before. She wouldn’t admit it, but I knew she loved it more.
Late-night walks. Midnight swims.
Not alone, though. Never alone.
She always woke me up, dragging me with her.
I wasn’t complaining.
I pressed a few buttons on the buzzer, dialing my secretary.
She picked up immediately.
“Inform Denzel and Adrian about the company’s new clause. Let the top staff know too.”
I didn’t wait for a response before hanging up.
I had found love.
Now, it was time for my employees to find theirs.
They wouldn’t like it. Adrian, especially, would be pissed.
And I was looking forward to that.
Things were about to get interesting.