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Chapter Twenty-Four
Dominic
Vengeance is an odd thing. In the first few days after the clusterfuck at my office, I felt nothing but relief that the nightmare was finally all over. Cortez, also known as Montoya, andDick-manwere both out of our lives forever. The black cloud that hung over us had dissipated and we only had blue skies and silver linings to look forward to.
My immediate thoughts after leaving the office building that day was to get Sophia to the hospital, have her thoroughly checked out, and make sure our baby was safe. She shut down completely while she clung to me like I was her only lifeline in the turbulent seas. Tucker, Shadow, and the FBI agents rushed back to the top floor after I called Tucker when Sophia didn’t answer my text. They fitted me with a recording device before I opened her office door, so everything Harrison said and did corroborated my version of what happened.
When they tried to question Sophia, she didn’t even hear them. When one agent touched her, the daggers thrown from my eyes made him retract his hand before he lost it permanently. She only responded when I asked her questions, but only with a nod or a shake of her head. As I carried her in my arms the twenty stories to the lobby, I whispered reassuring words to her, promising her that it was over and we’re all healthy.
We spent the night in the hospital that night and I slept in the small, uncomfortable bed with her. The next morning, I awoke to find her staring at me. Her small hand caressed my scruffy five o’clock shadow as her eyes darted back and forth while she studied my eyes. When I started to speak, she put her finger over my lips to gently silence me.
“I never dreamed I’d be lucky enough to find a man like you. You give all of yourself– your love, your thoughts, and your loyalty –without expecting anything in return. You’re the only one who really knows me, understands me, and has stood by me. You’ve saved me so many times and in so many ways. I don’t deserve you, Dominic, but I will never let you go.”
Cradling her face in my hand, I assured her, “You’re couldn’t be more wrong, my love. You deserve every bit of love I can give you and more. I promise you’ll never be without me again, because I can never be without you again.”
The fetal monitor and ultrasound showed the baby was fine and not in any kind of distress. Sophia was well hydrated and the doctor discharged her with orders to take it easy for a few days. Taking care of her over the next two weeks gave me something to focus on, an important duty I had to perform, and a sense of accomplishment from helping her. It gave my mind something else to think about other than the faces of the two men I was forced to kill.
As of this morning, Sophia lovingly informed me that the doctor said to take it easy for a fewdays, not a fewweeks, so my continued hovering over her is unnecessary. Neither of us has been back to the office yet and this former workaholic is in no hurry to return. Sitting in my study at home, I’ve reread the same paragraph of this request for proposal four times and I still have no idea what it says.
“Dominic?” Sophia calls from the doorway. My welcome reprieve, she looks stunning in her new silky nightgown. It hugs her pregnancy curves beautifully. My temperature rises just from raking my eyes up and down her delectable body.
“Yes, my love?” I answer, holding out my hand for her to come to me.
When she takes it, I pull her into my lap. Caressing her bare leg with my hand, I lean into her neck and lick it from the hollow spot above her collarbone straight up to her earlobe. “What can I do for you?” I murmur suggestively against her ear and enjoy watching the cold chills instantly roll across her skin.
“I’ve been thinking,” she says breathlessly as I continue licking her neck.
“Mmmhmm,” I hum against her skin, “go on.”
“I’ve decided you’re right,” her declaration stuns me.
Pulling back, I can’t help the half-smile I give her, “Can we just leave it at that for the rest of our lives? No further explanation is needed.”
“Dominic!” she laughs. “I’m serious!”
“I’m listening,” I stroke her cheek with my fingertips.
“I don’t want to go back to work,” she rushes to say. “I want stay home to take care of you and our baby.”
“Did I force this on you? Am I turning you into a recluse?” The old accusations that I was responsible for Carol Ann’s agoraphobia flood my mind. Sophia’s revelation makes me question if there’s something I’m unintentionally doing wrong.
“No! Not at all! I won’t stay in the house all the time. There’s plenty of shopping, parks, and other things to do outside. I just don’t want my time divided between my family and my career,” her explanation soothes my thoughts. Then her face falls, “Unless you’ve changed your mind? Do you want me to keep working?”
Pulling her face to mine, I claim her mouth as my territory. My tongue stakes its claim and she willingly submits. Rearranging her so that she’s straddling me, I deepen the kiss as I thread my hands through her hair. Taking a breath, I give her my word.
“You never have to work again if that’s what you want,My Angel. I’ll just work at home more often so I can sexually harass you whenever I want.”
“I’ll take you up on that,” she says with a wicked smile on her face as she quickly frees my cock from my pants. “Right now.”
Lifting her hips, she positions me at the entrance of her pussy. She moves her hips back and forth, teasing us both before she lowers herself onto me. When she’s taken all of me inside her, she moans and throws her head back. Pushing her flimsy gown up and over her head, I expose the fullness of her breasts. Her nipples are pebbled and ready for some attention, so I take one into my mouth while rolling the other between my thumb and finger.
She begins rocking on me, riding me, and her face displays her pure bliss. Standing with my cock still inside her, I lay her on her back on the top of my desk. Hooking my arms behind her knees, my hips surge in and out of her as I watch her breasts bounce from the intense pounding. She reaches her first orgasm and I have to bite my lip to hold back when the rush of her warmth flows over me.
“That’s my girl,” I say as I pull out and help her stand. She looks at me curiously until I turn her around to face the desk and bend her over. Her sexy, welcoming smile thrown over her shoulder is the sexiest fucking thing. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she pants and presents herself even more by spreading her legs farther. Pushing into her, she gasps as my girth stretches her to accept my size. Moving slowly to let her acclimate, she becomes frustrated and reaches her hand around to grab my ass cheek. Chuckling to myself, I gladly comply with her wishes and bury myself balls deep in her over and over.
