Don’t Answer The Phone

Book:The Billionaire's Indecent Proposal Published:2024-5-31

He raised his eyebrow when I started giggling at my thoughts. Nobody would understand the crazy that went on in my head.
Once we got home from lunch, Nicholas called his mother and made dinner reservations for us. I went upstairs to change and look online to see if my midterm grades had been posted yet.
I smiled when I saw three A’s and one B. That B was hard-earned though. The subject was kicking my ass.
He walked in just as I was closing the laptop, and I ran over and leaped into his arms.
“Whoa, what’s this for?” he asked when I started molesting him.
“My pristine midterm grades. Did you know you married a genius?”
He laughed, walking the both of us over to the bed where we fell into a tangled mess of limbs and kisses. “I did actually.” He kissed my newly exposed skin as he started undressing me.
“Did your mother agree to dinner?”
One shoe thudded against the floor when he threw it, soon followed by the other. “Of course.”
I finally got his shirt unbuttoned and off by the time he had me stripped completely. He kicked his pants and boxers off the rest of the way after my feet managed to push them down to his knees.
“Eager, are we?” he asked, settling between my legs.
“I want you inside me now.”
“I love it when you say things like that.”
His arms slid under my shoulders, so he could hold himself up while still being close. I loved him close. Loved his skin on mine everywhere. Loved his weight on me.
He filled me completely in one thrust and I moaned loudly before his mouth muffled my cries. His pace was slow and deep as our bodies moved together, his lips leaving mine to trail kisses along my neck.
“Do you know how much I love you?”
Yes, I knew. He showed it to me every single day. Sometimes I felt consumed by how much I loved him, and I think he felt the same way. It was easy to get lost with him. To lose time and perception of our surroundings and just feel.
That was probably why neither of us heard the ringing of the phone.
I would have giggled, but I was so close to coming apart. I gripped Nicholas’ hair, keeping him focused on me.
“Just ignore it. Don’t stop.”
The phone had other intentions. Whoever was calling was persistent.
“Fuck!”
He reached over to it, leaving me cold, and then chucked it away.
When we held each other afterward, I brushed Nicholas’ cheek as he watched me. “You know, this was probably a good thing.”
“The phone disrupting us in bed is not a good thing. That almost made me lose concentration.”
I giggled and shook my head. “Well, it’s called patience. You need to develop some. It’s going to be a lot worse when the baby’s born.”
His brow furrowed in confusion. “If our son starts making ringing noises while I am fucking you, there are going to be bigger problems than not cumming.”
I slapped his arm. “No, silly. I meant being interrupted. You better get used to having no private time.”
He leaned in and kissed my neck. “That’s where you are entirely wrong, gorgeous. I’ll hire a nanny.”
“You want to hire a nanny just so we can have sex?”
“If necessary,” he replied without a pause to think.
I rolled my eyes. He was hopeless. I didn’t know why I ever thought he would process information like a normal person.
“I did want to ask you something though.” He pulled back, twirling my hair through his fingers.
“What?” I asked.
“Well, you getting pregnant got me thinking about something. Remember when I told you about my wanting to semi-retire?”
I nodded, wondering what in the world was going through his head.
“Did you have your heart set on QCU, or would other colleges work as well?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, unable to see where the conversation was headed.
“If I did turn things over to Francis, step back from the day-to-day management, and maybe just take on a consulting role or be a silent partner… I thought perhaps we wouldn’t need to live in the city. If it interested you, we could get a place with more room near my parents at Nanticoke… Or Somewhere.”
It was an interesting idea. One that had never crossed my mind before. “Do you want to live closer to your parents?” That was the most important question. Did he really want to see his father more often? I would be happy if that were the case.
“No, it’s not that. I’m just thinking about what would be best for us as a family. If you want to stay here, we can make it work, but if you weren’t set on being in the city, we could find or build another place. I don’t want to be too far. I like the city and don’t want to be in the middle of a desolate field, but the idea of ​​a bigger place has been in the back of my mind for a while now.”
I snorted. “You and your bigger places. This house is huge, but I do agree with having more space outdoors.”
“It’s something to think about anyway,” he added slowly. I watched him smiling, knowing I’d go anywhere as long as he was there.
“I’ll think about it,” I assured him.
Nicholas pulled me close and I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he drifted off to sleep. I couldn’t turn my mind off though. The idea of ​​living closer to his parents held a lot of merit to me. We saw them rarely, and it would be nice to have family around more frequently once the baby was born.
Hopefully, the coming dinner would be a good litmus test to see Nicholas’ interest in rekindling a relationship with his father. Not only were we going to announce that their first grandchild was on its way, but we were also planned to discuss what we had learned about Rosemary.
How would that information change the relationship between Jefferson and Simon?
I clung to Nicholas, hoping his father would choose to stand by his son and his family instead of proving the doubts Nicholas harbored. And we were going to find out very soon.