Tamzin.
“What do you think?” I ask, twirling in my new black dress and heels that are going to kill my feet before the night is out. I succumbed to the trauma of dress shopping again and thankfully those up above where looking down on me when I found the mostly stunning short black dress with a hint of sparkle in it.
“Jesus, angel. You look breath-taking.” He comes over to me, turning his attention to my stomach, crouches down and holds his hands on either side of my waist with his lips pressed against me. “Your Mummy is looking knock out tonight, Dumpling. So Daddy is telling you now that when we come home, she’s all mine.”
“Please don’t talk about our sexual antics with our child. It can hear you.”
“And it’s heard you each and every time you’ve screamed my name, angel.”
Oh, Jesus why did he say that?
“You hear that Dumpling? No, me neither, because that’s Mummy being speechless. Enjoy it while you can because it’s a rare occasion.”
I smack his shoulder. “Get up and stop being an idiot.”
He taps my nose. “Now your knock out dress needs to be finished off.” He walks over to the Christmas tree in his grey suit that shows off his strong body perfectly and picks up a present from under it that I never realised was there. Tonight is my maternity party at work and I’m excited and nervous in both equal measures. Noel hands me the small red rectangular box tied in white satin ribbon. My heart instantly starts to flutter and when I open it, my breath catches. The white gold angel wing necklace sparkles against the lights from the small diamonds covering the wing. It’s beautiful, but that’s not what brings the tears to my eyes. On the back are two words that fill my heart with so much love. My angel.
“Noel…”
“Merry Christmas, angel.”
“I haven’t bought you anything yet.” I admit, knowing we exchange a gift to each other before Christmas Day.
“You got me the pebble.”
“That was just a gift. It wasn’t for Christmas.”
He takes the necklace from the box and places it around my neck, coming back to me to rest his forehead on mine as his fingers comb through my hair.
“I don’t need anything else when I have everything right here.” His beautiful words linger between us with locked eyes. I don’t miss the exhale he’s trying to conceal. He’s been doing that a lot of late, like he’s deep in thought. I’ve not questioned it; I’ve just put it down to this month’s overwhelming festivities, his demands at work and the baby. But at the same time, I can’t stand here and say it’s not bothering me. I could be paranoid. It’s no doubt my hormones, but I know my man and something is troubling him.
“Is everything okay, Noel?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
“You just seem a little pre-occupied.”
“I don’t want to share you tonight.”
A smile tugs my lips. “It’s only a few hours.”
“I don’t care,” he closes his eyes. “I love you. I love you both.”
“I know. We love you too.” I pull away from him and kiss his forehead before taking his hand to kiss his knuckle. “Come on let’s get out of here before we both hold each other hostage.”
Like every year the building of H.T Limited is decorated inside and out with festive decorations and large Christmas trees you can lose yourself in. There was a time where it would have irritated the shit out of me but now a feeling of excitement takes hold of me like I’ve longed it to for all those years before finding Noel.
When the doors open, I gasp from the unexpected view in front of me. The wide office is packed with friends, co-workers and Noel’s family. Fairy lights are looped from the ceiling and around every item of furniture you can imagine. A makeshift dance floor is in the middle of the room, while a long table at the back of the room is full of food, drink and baby gifts. I’m speechless. Even though I knew of tonight, I never imagined the effort that has been put into it would be so immense. “It’s magical,” I whisper, leaning into Noel as my emotions get the better of me for the second time tonight.
“And it’s all for you, angel.” He smiles. “Go have fun, make tonight special.”
“Uncle No-No!” Ruby shrieks, running towards him in her royal blue party dress and jumping into his arms. The bond between those two is inseparable.
“Hey, cupcake. You look pretty.”
“Will you dance with me?”
“Of course. A gentleman never says no to a little lady.” He gives me a kiss, which causes Ruby to pull a face before they head off into the room.
“Tamzin, sweetheart.” Noel’s mum beams as she heads toward me with Harold not far behind her. “You look radiant as ever. How are you feeling?”
“Thank you, Cathy, I’m good.”
She kisses my cheek, copied by Harold who’s wearing his famous Santa hat, a red blush glowing across his cheeks from the whiskey.
“This is amazing. I was just expecting a few drinks with friends. Who put this all together?”
“I helped out a little, but it is all down to Noel.” His mother smiles. “He wanted to make tonight special for you.”
“Well he’s certainly done that.”
“Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves,” Harold says. “Sue is thrilled that you’ve both arrived.”
“You mean she’s thrilled that Noel is here?” I joke as Harold chuckles, both of us knowing that Sue—the fifty-year-old woman who’d do anything to kick me out of our bed and everything within her power to get Noel’s attention—has a fascination with my man.
“The poor guy can’t even walk down the corridor without her wanting to man-handle him.”
“His ego loves it,” I laugh.
The night is full of colleagues and friends providing well-wishes and celebratory gifts. People I’ve never even spoken to in all the years I’ve worked here hug me and Noel with bright smiles. James, a little merry from the punch, whisks me to the make-shift dance floor to dance while Karen and Noel stand by watching. I’ve not stopped laughing since I got here. I’m drunk on the atmosphere of the night. Needing a breather, though, I take myself off to the side. The sexual tension between Noel and I has been burning rapidly from across the room all night. Heated stares and seductive smiles are frequently received making me giddy with lust.
“So I have a question,” Evie says, bouncing her way over to me in her tight silver dress, red and green tinsel wrapped around her neck.
“What question is that?”
“Are you going to breastfeed for the first twelve months?”
I looked at her with raised brows. “Are you kidding me? I’ve gone nine months without alcohol there’s no way in hell I’m going another year.” I’ve planned to try and breastfeed the baby for the first couple weeks, after that I’ll express or it’ll be on the formula depending on how things go. I want Noel to have as much input as possible and I feel that he won’t get that if the baby is permanently stuck to my chest.
“But don’t they say, ‘breast is best’?”
“I don’t care what they say. I was never breast fed and I turned out alright.”
“That’s debatable,” she laughs, throwing her arm around my shoulder.
Noel makes his way over to us and my insides squeeze as he approaches. His eyes locked with mine as I suck in my bottom lip. “Besides, I don’t think handsome here will appreciate me sharing them.”
“Sharing what?”
“Her boobs?” Evie grins as he narrows his eyes.
“Do I want to even ask what I’ve just walked into?”
“Evie asked if I’m going to breastfeed Dumpling.”
Noel’s eyes fall to my chest, the slight tip of his head as he ponders the thought. “You’re right. Baby or not I don’t think I like the thought of someone else’s mouth on my puppies.”
I raise my brows to his joke. “Your puppies?”
“What’s yours belongs to me, angel.”
Like the magnet that he is, Noel attracts people to join our little group. Dirty Dave tries his hardest to keep his sleazy hands from groping every woman that walks by in heels, while Sue stands next to Noel. We’ve never got on well since the day she openly admitted that Noel could do better.
“So Tamzin.” She finally acknowledges me. “I’m surprised you’ve not had a baby shower. Isn’t that what all the young girls demand now days?” she mutters swaying her hand a little too hard so the drink flops over the top.
“Not all of them.”
She smirks. “You don’t even look full term.”
“That’s because I’m not.”
“Is the baby’s weight and growth okay? You’re awfully small.”
Noel glares at her. I know what she’s doing. She’s trying to fuck with my head. She’s trying to kick me down in thinking I can’t carry a child correctly because in her eyes I’m a little orphan girl deprived of a proper upbringing where I have two parents to raise me right rather than an elderly couple set in their ways. Our baby is doing just fine now. Yes, I’m on the small side but everything is normal and April has no concerns regarding my blood pressure.
“I’m small because I get plenty of exercise.”
“She got that right, hey Noel?” Evie winks at him.
Sue, not missing a trick, turns on Noel. “The sex won’t last you know.”
“Oh really? And why’s that?”
“My son is almost thirty and he still lives at home. I can’t remember the last time...” Her cheeks flush with her own embarrassment and she takes a large gulp of her drink.
“Well that explains a lot. She’s clearly not getting any,” Evie says. “Hey, Sue, the adult toy shop does an excellent selection.”.
I hold back my giggle and decide to recuse Noel, moving into him so that Sue steps back abruptly. “Excuse me, Sue, but I’m going to steal my man now?”
“And what do you plan on doing with him?” The annoyance behind her voice is noticeable.
I can’t help but stick the knife in a little more as I whisper. “I’m going to go fuck him in his office. Real. Fucking. Hard.”
“A pregnant woman shouldn’t be having sex,” she snaps. “Especially in office buildings.” If she’s trying to make me feel ashamed she’s out of luck.
“Oh, you’d be surprised what a pregnant lady can do.” I take Noel’s jaw and kiss him right in front of her. “Maybe you should have experimented a little more when you were pregnant. It would have kept the flame burning a little longer.” I leave her speechless and head out of the door with Noel behind me laughing.
Once we’re alone in the hall, I’m pushed against the wall and Noel mumbles into my neck “I’ve been itching to get my hands on you all night.”
“Oh, so you did notice I was in the room. Sue’s attention not enough for you? You not into the older woman?”
Hot air hits my skin from his laugh. “You’re the only woman for me, angel, and I think she got the message.”
“Good. I had to say something to stop her whore hands wrapping around your cock.”
His hands, which are snaking up my thighs, immediately stop. He pulls back to look at me. “You’re not going to fuck me in my office, are you.”
“No.” I grin. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not fucking you at all.”
“Tamzin King, you both tease and surprise me in equal measures.”
“And it’s not over yet. Take me home. I have a surprise.”
His desired eyes scan down my body, his teeth grazing across his bottom lip with a grin he’s not even trying to hide.
“Is it naughty?”
“When is it not?”
He growls. “And you’ve managed to keep this to yourself all night?”
“That’s not the only thing I’ve kept from you.” I smooth my hand down his chest, cupping his arousal, and whisper. “For the last hour, I’ve not been wearing underwear.”
“Make your goodbyes quick. I’ll get the car.”
Noel.
I’ve strict instructions to stay in the bedroom as she changes in the bathroom. The anticipation of what I’m awaiting, and the feel of wanting her skin against mine has my dick hard and my blood pumping. The sexual tension of the night stepped up a level on the way home and I had to stop myself from pulling over and having her on the back seat. This woman does crazy shit to my soul and I can’t get enough of it. I never want the spell to be broken. Stripping out of my shirt, I rest back on the bed, trying to control my breathing. Watching her tonight at her party in all her beauty has answered the question I’ve been asking for a while. She is my future—my world—and it’s about time I made her aware of it. I just need to choose my moment.
I can smell her sweet scent, and looking up, my breath instantly leaves my lungs, my heart pounding at the most beautiful vision in front of me. She’s standing in the doorway, resting her weight more on one leg, her arm’s outstretched so her hands grip onto the wood frame, her gorgeous short blond hair in loose curls. She is silent in long, silky black stockings and a gorgeous short, sheer black babydoll dress that drapes over her body to perfection. The soft lighting of the room highlights the swell of her stomach and catches the silver fleck in her eyes as she bites her lip with a little seductive grin.
Fuck. Me.
This woman has the power to blow my mind even more so than she did when I first laid eyes on her. She looks magnificent, a rare breed, and there’s no way in hell I can live without her. I lift my hand and gesture for her to move towards me. She steps forward, swaying her hips like she’s walking a catwalk, never taking her eyes from mine as the air between us becomes electric.
I take her fingers and pull her closer, her arm goes around my shoulder as my hand slips under the strap of her dress. Neither of us speak. No words are needed because the only conversation that’s being held is from our body language. Desire burns thick and heavy between us. “You look like a dream,” I whisper against her lips and I feel her smile. I make love to her mouth, sweeping my tongue in long strokes that award me with those little whimpers that drive me wild. I could kiss this woman for days and still not want to come up for air. She’s an addiction. My infatuation. “You’re shaking, angel.”
“I want you so bad.”
Her hands lower to my waist and she unfastens my jeans, pushing them to the floor for me to step out of. She holds my gaze when her hands run up and down my shaft sending shockwaves through my veins. I groan into her mouth, capturing her again as she strokes me. “Tamzin.”
Without warning she holds my forearms and drops to her knees, kissing my lower stomach before teasing the tip of her tongue up my hard length. Wasting no time, she pushes my dick to the back of her throat, the sensation of her greedy mouth and the graze of her teeth over the bone has me fisting her hair and hissing through my teeth while I find the strength to stay upright. “Fuck, that feels good.”
She’s persistent, her hands and mouth working hard, like she’s going for gold. Her demanding mouth indicates that she wants to taste me, and even though I like her to receive the first climax, for the first time in a while, I’m at breaking point and make no attempts to stop her fucking me dry. I comb her hair away from her face. The hot rush chasing up my thighs and the tingles in my pelvis is a clear indication my orgasm is burning faster than I can control, and when I see her flick her heavy eyes up at me and her fingers slip between her thighs, I’m gone, offloading into her mouth as she takes my every last drop.
“Jesus, angel.” I pant. Her cool hands trace over the ripples of my bare chest before I’m pushed down to the mattress. She climbs up my body from her position on the floor like a hungry lioness on the prowl for its next meal. Her lips caress my neck in tiny bites and wet kisses as she straddles me. My hands grip hold of her arse. She’s wanting to take the lead, but it won’t be long before I demand control and worship her body and all its grace.
“Do you like my outfit?” she whispers in my ear, rocking her slick pussy against my dick.
“You don’t even have to ask.”
“I got it from Victoria Secrets,” she breathes, and it’s taking everything in me not to rip it free from her body. “I couldn’t find anything smaller.”
“Shh, stop talking. It’s perfect.” I turn her face, finding her lips to devour her mouth. She tastes of fruit juice and cinnamon. The combination of her flavours and her proximity has my mind on over drive. This woman is my ruin—my redemption. I lick along her jaw to the soft spot behind her ear. “Can you kneel, angel?”
“Yes.” It’s barely above a whisper.
“I need to kiss you everywhere.”
Shifting us further up the bed, I spread her legs a little wider, slipping down onto my back. “Hold onto the headboard. Don’t let go,” I demand. Her breathing quickens and her pants come fast. I love how I can make her lose control with just the expectation of my words. The sheer black material cocoons around my head and I waste no time in working my magic, rotating my tongue around her clit and down to her opening before pushing it inside to fuck her.
“Oh, yes!” she cries out, rocking against my mouth, and I know from the shudder in her weak voice that her knuckles are white with her grip on the headboard. Needing every inch, I push two fingers into her wet core and curl them, working her as I kiss her clit.
Her legs tremor against my head as she begins to tighten. “Noel… I can’t.”
I pull out, grasping her arse with both hands to support her from collapsing. The added pressure of my tongue and the nip of her bud between my teeth has her screaming. I grin against her pussy as her sweet flavours coat my tongue. So. Fucking. Hard.
“I’m ruined.” She’s weak and breathless, just how I love her, her whole-body quivering with the aftershock, and as much as I want to fuck her crazy I don’t think she’ll have the strength just yet. I help her down to the bed, both of us resting on our sides as I drag my lips across her skin before biting her prominent collarbone to make my mark that I know will last for days. She whimpers when I run my fingers over her folds, keeping her aflame.
“I like this,” I murmur, tugging the hem of her babydoll.
“It felt more comfortable than what I’d usually wear, only I wasn’t quite sure it was sexy enough.”
“Are you kidding me? You look good enough to eat.” I slip my fingers under the material and smooth my hand over her stomach, gently pressing my thumb over her nipple.
“I think you’ve just proved that point,” she grins, biting her lip.
“You looked beautiful tonight. You looked like you had fun.”
“I did. You went to so much trouble.”
“You’re worth every second.”
“Thank you.” The tips of her fingers trace over my lips and her eyes become serious. “Thank you for making me believe.”
She has no idea how good that makes me feel when she says that. “Thank you for being the love of my life. I promise many more years for us.”
“I don’t know about that. According to Sue your libido goes when you have kids. You may find it hard to fuck me thoroughly when Dumpling arrives.”
“I’ve heard there are some excellent boarding schools around here.” I grin, cutting off her giggle with a kiss. Pushing the material of her babydoll up, I lift her leg slightly, my dick teasing her entrance with the need to be inside her.
“You not taking it off?” she breathes, into my mouth.
“Not a chance. I want to make love to you whilst you’re wearing it.”
She leans back not hiding the glimmer of devilment on her face. “Oh, we make love now? What happen to good old fucking?”
“We did that and made a baby. Did you not learn anything in your sex education lessons, Miss King?”
“Clearly not in that one.”
Her heat covers my dick like a glove, causing my eyes to haze. She consumes every part of me.
Our hands entwine. Our eyes lock. Our bodies become one.
“I love you, Tamzin. You are my night and day, the air that I breathe and everything in between.”
“Excellent choice of words there,” she grins wickedly. “Very sentimental.”
“Stop killing my romance.”
“I’m sorry.” She tries to provide me with a poker face, hiding behind her smile, which I know will soon erupt with the next thing that leaves her mouth. “You’re my knight, my heartbeat, the rock to my world.”
I can’t help but laugh. I was expecting something a little sassier. “Wow. Where’s my playful girl with her dirty mouth?”
“Now who’s killing the romance?”
“If my words make you so sentimental, I’ll have to think of more stuff to say.”
“Or you could just shut up and fuck me.”
I laugh, granting her with her request. Not a day goes by where she doesn’t make me laugh. She is my best friend, my soulmate, the love of my life and the mother of our unborn child. Now there’s just one more thing I need to do to make us complete.
Make her my wife.