Those Three Words: A Single Dad, Billionaire Boss Romance(80)

“Ah.” Her eyes close and she arches into the pain.

I turn to her other full breast and repeat the process.

“Please, daddy.” She finally says the words; they’re filled with need and it drives me wild.

I remove myself from her quickly, kicking my pants and underwear off. I place a knee on the bed as I push her thighs further apart. I grip the underside of her thighs, pressing them upward so she’s fully exposed to me and there’s nothing she can do about it.

I lean down, dragging my tongue up her in one long, slow lick from her asshole to her clit. Her body shudders.

“You’re so close already, aren’t you?”

“Ohhh,” she moans as I flick my tongue repeatedly over her swollen clit. “Please,” she begs again.

I’ve been teasing her for close to an hour. It’s been torture for me to watch her come over and over from my tongue and hands while remaining in my tuxedo pants.

I grip my cock, positioning it at her entrance before pushing my way inside her sweet, wet pussy. She grips me tightly, and I lean my head forward, trying to stop myself from coming on the spot.

“Oh, fuck, Margot; you’re so tight. So—” I pull out and thrust back in further this time. “Fucking—” I repeat it again until I’m all the way inside, buried. “Good.”

I try to go slow. I try to be gentle, but she begs me not to.

“Harder,” she begs as her tits bounce with every thrust. Her head falls back on the pillow as her hands grip the restraints at her wrists.

We’re both panting. The sound of our bodies slapping against one other fill the room as the headboard slams against the wall.

“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.