Before Harley came into my life all I’d thought about was making accomplishments with my career. I’d done a pretty good job of it, too, but it wasn’t until she walked into my office all those years ago that I realized the greatest goal I should have strived for was making sure the woman I loved more than life itself was always happy.

And so far I was making sure that was a reality.

There was nothing more important than Harley. There was no other priority more important than providing for her, and making sure that she never wanted for anything. She needed her space at times, and I gave it to her, well, as much as I could. I was a possessive bastard, territorial of her, and made sure she knew that.

I made sure everyone knew that she was mine.

The last of our dinner guests were heading out, and thank fuck for that. I enjoyed entertaining, liked throwing and attending parties, but tonight I had something more important on my mind.

“Fabulous gathering, Noah.”

I smiled and nodded at Harrison Keely, one of my businesses associates, but my focus was on my wife.

“Thanks for coming.” We shook hands, I gave his date a smile, and Harley saw them to the door. Once they were gone, the door was shut, and the sound of Christmas music that played in the background wasn’t drowned out by conversation, Harley turned around. The white lights we had around the place made her glow, and fucking hell, did she look gorgeous.

She wore this white lace dress with feather accents around the bottom hem. Her curves were out of this damn world, and there wasn’t anything more I wanted to do right now than tear the fucker off and be with her.

The look she gave me told me everything I needed to know.

She was ready for me.

“Maybe we should clean up?” she asked, lifting an eyebrow and glancing around. I didn’t give a fuck about the messy table, or the half-empty glasses of eggnog around the place. My dick was hard, my balls were full and drawn up to my body, and I wanted to fuck my wife.

I wanted to put my baby in her … tonight.

* * *

The way Noah looked at me had shivers racing up my spine. We’d only been married a year, but since our honeymoon we’d been trying for a baby. It had gotten to the point we’d gone to see a specialist. Tracking my cycle, making sure we did it when I was ovulating, kind of took the “fun” out of it all. But we both were ready for a baby, and there was nothing more I wanted than starting a family with Noah.

But I was ovulating right now, my temperature had spiked, and right now he needed to be together. If the dinner party hadn’t already been planned ahead of time, and I was adamant we keep it as planned, I knew he would have said fuck it all.

He would have said that in a heartbeat.

Yeah, I knew he didn’t care about any of this, not when it came to me. If that didn’t make a woman feel wanted, I didn’t know what in the hell did.

“Come here, baby.” That tone of his, so arrogant, so commanding, did something wicked to me.

I was in front of him only seconds later. He had his hand behind my head, had his fingers tangled in my hair, and leaned down to kiss me. There was no foreplay, no waiting for this to happen. It wasn’t just about trying to make a baby. He was ready for me, had been watching me the entire night … following me with his gaze for hours.

My man wanted to devour me.

He slid his other hand down and cupped my ass. He gave it a squeeze, and groaned in response.

“I want to make love to you, but I’m so fucking worked up, Harley.”

Yeah, I was too.

“I just need you inside of me.” He groaned against my mouth, and before I knew what was happening, we were moving into the kitchen. He had me bent over the granite island, pushed my dress up so it pooled around my waist, and pulled my panties down. My pussy was soaked, my nipples were hard, and I knew I’d get off before this even really started.

The sound of his zipper going down was an auditory orgasm.

And then I felt his cockhead at my entrance only a millisecond before he plunged into me. He pounded my pussy like he owned it…

Because he does.

When I came I didn’t hold in the groan of pleasure that left me. It felt good. He felt good.

His cock was so big, so thick and long, that all I wanted was to be stretched to the max. Even after all this time it felt like this was our first time back in his office.

He pulled out, and I knew he hadn’t finished. But before I could say anything, Noah had me turned around, his hand cupping the back of my head, and was kissing me until I was breathless. Despite having gotten off once, I wanted more.

He pulled back, and the look he gave me was full of love, full of promise. “Let me take you to bed. Let me make love to you.”

He’d gotten me off, held back his own orgasm, and now wanted to take this slow.

I smiled, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pressed my chest to his. I loved this man more than anything else, and the one thing I knew would make us complete, would make us a family, was both of us in one little person. I rose up and kissed him, my frantic need turning warmer.

“Take your wife to bed, and let’s make a baby.”

He made a deep sound before scooping me up in his arms and carrying me to our room.

* * *

I could see she was nervous, so I reached out and pulled her close. My heart was thundering, my palms were sweaty, and I was so fucking nervous I felt nauseous. I’d felt like this numerous times over the last twelve months, and not knowing what that test would reveal.

It was like I was on a ledge about to fall over.

I looked over Harley’s head at the white stick on the counter. That little fucker would tell us if she was pregnant or not. It would let us know if we’d be parents or have to try again.

It had the possibility to break us with just a line.

I leaned back and cupped Harley’s cheeks. I stared in her eyes, willing her to try and be calm. “No matter what this says, things will be okay.”

She smiled and nodded, but it didn’t really reach her eyes. “And what if it says negative?” Her voice was soft, distant. She was so worried that it ate at my heart.

“Then we’ll try again, and again, and again.” I smiled. “We’ll try however long it takes, baby.”

She closed her eyes and exhaled. “What if we can’t have children?”

I shook my head. “That doesn’t matter. There’s always adoption. There are always other avenues. We’ll get through whatever is thrown our way together.”

I pulled her in for another hug and kissed the top of her head.

“Is it time?” Her voice was muffled because it was pressed against my chest, but I heard the nervousness in it. I pulled back. “You want me to look?”

She hesitated for a second before shaking her head. “Let’s do it together.”

We’d looked at a lot of “not pregnant” tests over this past year, and I saw the chunk it took out of Harley every single time. I prayed this time was different.

She grabbed the stick off the counter and I saw her hand was shaking a little. I reached out and placed mine over hers, steadying her, letting her know I was here for her no matter what.

Harley stared down at the test for long seconds, but I was focused on her face, on how she was doing. When she lifted her head and stared at me I saw the shock on her face. I couldn’t tell if that was good or bad.

It was then I looked down at it, my heart in my throat. There, on that little screen, were two pink lines. I picked it up, and felt my breath stall.

“A baby, Noah,” she said, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible. The happiness in her voice was so tangible. “We’re going to have a baby.” She was smiling and laughing now. I set the stick down and picked her up in my arms, her feet barely touching the floor. I held her close like I thought she might disappear. I kissed her face, not stopping until I had marked every inch of it.

“God, you make me so happy.” I set her back down and instantly fell to my knees before her. Looking up, I saw the startled look on her face. I might be a bastard in the boardroom, but with her I treated her like the queen she was. Framing her belly with my hand, I rested my forehead on it.

“I can promise you I’ll make sure this world knows how special you are to us.” I looked back up at Harley. “I love you so fucking much.” She was crying, but the smile she had on her face told me exactly how happy she was. I rose to my feet again and pulled her in for an embrace.

And then I thanked whoever was listening for allowing me to be the luckiest bastard in the world.