“It won’t happen again. But in the meantime, don’t overthink anything. She’s just jealous.”
“She’s married to you. She gets to go to all the parties and charity events and she’s in all the photos with you and living in your real house and?—”
“She does not own me,” I cut her off. Then I close the space between us, pulling her up from the office chair and right up against me. “All of that is a facade. Trust me,dorogoya,the last person you need to worry about is Jenica. Because she is not mine.Youare mine.”
Before she can say anything else, I cover her mouth in a kiss. It sucks the breath clean out of her and leaves her like putty against my body.
Amara moans into my mouth. The world around us fades away, taking all of today’s frustrations and problems with it, setting them on a temporary back-burner. All I want to think about, all I care about, is this moment and fucking her.
Amara seems to need a constant reminder that she belongs to me. That she is the only one. And if making her come so hard her knees shake is the only way to do it, then I guess that’s a burden I’ll just have to live with.
Pregnant sex isn’t as easy as regular sex. I can’t just pick her up and toss her on top of my desk. I can, however, pull her up the stairs to the bedroom and have my way with her gorgeously ever-changing body in the moonlight that pours through the windowed walls of the master suite.
Halfway up the stairs, though, I stop.
“What is it?” she gasps, her cheeks already flushed with arousal.
“Nothing,” I tell her. Then, “Get on your knees.”
“What?” she asks with both confusion and amusement in her voice.
“No offense,dorogoya, you are stunning with my baby growing inside of you. But it does make things a little trickier. I think these stairs would give us the perfect angle…”
Her lips quirk in the corners and excitement gleam in her dark eyes. “The perfect angle for what?” she asks.
I press my forehead to hers, my eyes locking hard on her eyes. “Fucking you so hard you can’t remember your own name.”
Amara gets on her knees, leaning her hands forward on the next couple steps. Meanwhile, I unbuckle my slacks and pull my hard, throbbing dick loose, stroking myself several times for natural lubricant. Not that we really need it. I can already see—already smell, practically taste—her dripping down her leg under the skirt.
And speaking of the skirt.
I hike it up to her hips, exposing her perfect, tight ass. “A thong?” I ask, hooking my finger inside the lacey, black string. “You’re a bad little girl, aren’t you?”
“Sorry. I never know when my boss is going to want me to perform…extratasks…”
“Mmh. Always thinking of him, aren’t you?”
“Every day since I met him. Most nights too.”
I snap the string in half and then slap her on the ass, making her yelp. Then I kneel on the steps behind her, reach around, and toy with her clit for a moment. Make her shudder and moan and beg. She drips into my hand, her pussy open and throbbing and needing more.
So I drive myself inside of her.
Both of us groan. I grab the railing of the stairs so I don’t fall back. She’s so tight, so warm, so deliciously fucking wet, that it nearly knocks the wind out of me.
But I can’t let that distract me. She needs to come. She needs to rest assured that no one can take me from her. She needs to be filled with my seed again and again.
She is mine.
“Ransome…” she quivers as my hips grind against her perfectly plump ass.
“Do you like that, baby?” I ask. The angle is actually perfect. I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before.
“Yes,” she murmurs. “Oh God, yes. Please… don’t stop.”
“I won’t stop until you come,” I say, thrusting myself deeper inside of her. “Again… and again… and again…”
“Fuck,” she cries, her entire body quivering with pleasure as I slide in and out of her, over and over again. Harder and harder.
