“You’re so fucking smart.” I kiss her temple.
“I know it might be inconvenient, but I don’t think we can wait until tomorrow.”
I blink down at her. “Baby, the team’s legal counsel can be called in any hour of the day or night.”
“Right now?”
“Not immediately.” I let go of her long enough to cross to the door and close it.
Lock it.
Then I pick up my wife and carry her to my desk. A few binders tumble to the floor as I set her down.
“Jeff!”
“We need to prepare properly for this meeting,” I growl.
She takes a quick, shallow breath. “What do you mean?”
I think she knows exactly what I mean. But I’m happy to spell it out for my pretty,sexywife.
“I want you freshly fucked and full of my seed when the corporate suits sit down across from us. I want them to have zero doubt about how much you’re mine, how much we’re in love, and how it would be a very,verybad idea to try to talkme out of this.”
“That’s…” Her breath hitches.Filthy. Scandalous. Dangerous.“Perfect.”
I crush my mouth against hers. She squeaks, her legs flailing until I guide them around my hips.
And that’s when I realize my wife isn’t wearing any panties.
She came to my office to get fucked.
I shove my pants down, freeing my cock, rocking the rigid length against the welcoming cleft of her pussy.
Just being skin to skin with her is fucking sexy. I don’t even need to be inside her, but Iwantto. I want to bury my cock tight and deep, want to fill her up the way she fills my heart.
“You’re everything to me, you know that?” I drag my mouth to her neck, to that sensitive spot behind her ear. “My wife. My love. My everything. You make me want to work harder than I’ve ever worked before, just so you can see me succeed.”
“You do work hard,” she pants. “I’m so proud of you.”
“I’ll do better.”
“I believe you.” She catches my face and presses her forehead to mine. Her eyes are wide and sweet, guileless and perfect. “But you don’t need to be better for me. You’re already perfect.”
“Five more months and I’m all yours.” I work my cock against her entrance. “Are you going to make me wait until then to put a baby in you, sweetheart?”
She moans and rolls her head.
I fist my cock, working just the tip inside her. Not giving her another inch until she tells me that she wants it as much as I do. And I know she does.
“Nobody will know,” I promise her. “It’ll take months to show. I’m gonna get you behind a white picket fence before anyone knows you’ve got a bun in the oven. But I’ll know. I’ll know that you let me seed you now. That you believed in me and us.”
“Do it,” she pants. “Please, Coach. Put a baby in me.”
I groan, an unholy sound, and I thrust home, sinking balls deep inside my best girl. My forever girl.
“I love calling you Coach.” Her voice is thick like honey, heavy with arousal.
My fingers tighten on her hips, slapping our bodies together. “Call me husband.”
