I pulled a plastic container from the refrigerator and set it on the counter. The amount of food my chef prepared and left for me was dwindling lately. Felicity liked to cook, and I was more than happy to indulge her. Even if her food wasn’t absolutely delicious, which it was, I would have suffered through it just to see her smile.

However, my chef made one hell of a quiche and Felicity loved it. Lately, she hadn’t been able to get enough of it, so I’d had plenty of extra made.

I’d been relieved when Felicity started eating more, putting a little meat on her bones. She’d been malnourished at her previous residences, and it made me feel murderous. But, I focused on the fact that she was with me now. And, fuck, the new curves she was sporting were hot as hell. Her tits were a little bigger, her hips a little rounder, and her ass was just begging me to smack it while I fucked her from behind.

Shit.

Thoughts like that were keeping me on edge and in a constant state of hardness. Waiting eight more weeks until her birthday was going to be a special kind of hell.

I adjusted myself in my pants and shook my head, trying to clear the fog of lust. Concentrating on breakfast helped to take my mind off it. I put the egg dish in the oven and poured Felicity a glass of milk. Glancing at the clock, I was surprised to see she was running a little behind her morning schedule. Felicity hated being late and was usually at least ten minutes early to everything.

Just then, she trudged into the kitchen and I frowned at the paleness of her skin. She climbed onto a stool at the large island. I rounded the granite barrier and turned her so I could stand between her legs. Cupping her cheeks, I searched her face as I asked, “Honey? Are you all right?” I was relieved she didn’t appear to be running a fever, but she still looked ill.

“Just feeling a little off this morning,” she whispered, closing her eyes and leaning her left cheek into my hand. The oven beeped, indicating her breakfast was done.

“Are you sure?” She nodded, and I reluctantly let her go to walk over to the double oven in the wall near the back sink. I grabbed a pair of black pot holders and removed the quiche, setting it on the counter. I watched her carefully as I set a slice on a plate and pushed it towards her.

She smiled. “Thanks.” Lifting the fork I’d set out for her, she took a bite. I was just about to serve myself when she slammed a hand over her mouth and bolted from the room.

I ran after her, finding her in the hall bathroom just as she dropped to her knees and tossed the contents of her stomach.

I pulled her hair away from her face and rubbed her back as she heaved a few more times. When it appeared she was done, I gathered her into my arms, lifted her as I stood, and settled her onto the counter. After snatching a cloth from a nearby shelf, I ran it under cool water and swiped it gently all over face and the back of her neck.

“I’m taking you to the doctor,” I told her as I handed her small cup of water to rinse her mouth.

“No, I’m fine. Really,” she argued weakly. “I already feel better. I probably just ate something that wasn’t good last night.”

My brows furrowed in frustration. We’d eaten out but hadn’t had the same meal, so it was possible she was right. Still, it didn’t sit well with me. “We’ll let the doctor be the judge of that.”

Felicity placed a hand on my forearm and looked at me pleadingly. “No, Harrison. Please. I don’t want to draw any attention to myself. If you take me to the doctor, Ms. Jenson is bound to use it as leverage to cause problems.”

She cupped my face, the way I’d done to her earlier. “I’m feeling much better, really.”

I sighed, not happy with the situation, but giving in because I hated to upset her further. “Fine. But, if it persists, I’m taking you to the doctor.”

I had to admit, her color had returned and it made me feel a little better about the decision. Helping her off the counter, I brushed my lips over her forehead, pleased that it was no longer clammy. “Why don’t you go brush your teeth and grab your stuff, honey? I’ll make you some toast, and you can eat it in the car on the way to school.”

She smiled brightly and nodded before hopping off the counter.

After three more days of this, in which she somehow convinced me to hold off going to the doctor, I started to suspect it was something neither of us had considered.

I stopped by a drug store on my way to pick her up from school. Then when we arrived home, I handed her the bag. “Will you do me a favor and take this, honey?” I asked.

She looked into the bag, and her face paled. “I’m not pregnant,” she denied with an emphatic shake of her head.

I smiled softly at her and lifted her chin so I could see her face. “Just humor me, honey. Okay?”

Honestly, I had no doubt she was pregnant. While I knew it presented challenges at this stage in our relationship, I was over the fucking moon.

Felicity backed up, and her eyebrows descended over her violet eyes which were dancing around nervously. “Um…I…” she spun around and dashed up the stairs. I couldn’t help grinning proudly as I sauntered up after her. It looked like I’d knocked her up the first time we’d fucked.

Three minutes and change later, Felicity was staring open mouthed at the white stick flashing “pregnant” in the little window.

My eyes swept over her body, lingering on her stomach. I couldn’t fucking wait to see her round and plump with our baby. The image brought my cock roaring to life, and I shuddered at the wave of lust that crashed over me.

I made a valiant effort to rein in my desire, but it was no use. Knowing I’d knocked up my woman, seeing her sexy body already changing, I couldn’t fight the need to claim her once more.

Lunging forward, I swept her into my embrace and crashed my mouth down over hers. Her hands immediately circled my neck and when I boosted her up with my hands under her ass, her legs locked around my hips. “You have no idea how fucking sexy it is to know you have my seed growing deep inside you, honey,” I growled once I’d torn my lips from hers. I was about to lay her on the bed but paused and then switched directions. I needed to have her in our bed.

I kissed her with all the passion building inside me as I stumbled from this bedroom into the one next door. When I reached my destination, I slowly lowered her down onto her back.

“Harrison,” she panted. “We shouldn’t—oh my gosh!” she gasped as I tore her shirt down the center, exposing her heaving tits.

“We absolutely should,” I snarled as my hands cupped her breasts, and I leaned down to take her mouth once again. My tongue tangled and twisted with hers as I shoved down her bra and played with her taut nipples. She moaned and arched her back, crying out when I tweaked them hard.

“So fucking responsive.” I straightened up and tried to undress her slowly, but I was feeling the desperation and ended up tearing her panties when they were the last barrier in the way of her gorgeous body. I stood back and admired the sight in front of me as I quickly undressed.

Once I was naked, I climbed onto the bed and covered her body with my own. “Fuck,” I groaned when I lowered onto her, and our skin sizzled as it touched. After another deep, wet, tongue-thrusting kiss, I began to work my way down, kissing and licking every inch I encountered. I spent some time on her nipples, working her into a frenzy, then continued on but stopped when I reached her belly.

The kisses I placed there were reverent. “I can’t wait to see you swollen and full with my baby, honey,” I breathed. My hips pressed into the bed, trying to gain some relief from the building pressure in my groin.

Finally, I ended my exploration of her body as I settled between her legs, my mouth hovering over her glistening pussy. I could feel the heat from her sex bathing my face as I leaned down to lick up the center. “So wet,” I mumbled. “So sweet.”

“Harrison?” Facility’s voice was thick with desire, but it was also tinged with trepidation. I lifted my head and gazed into her purple depths.

“Do you trust me?” She nodded immediately and my cock jumped, dragging a ragged groan from my chest. I loved that she’d instinctively put her trust in me. “I’ll take care of you, honey. Just feel and let yourself go.”

I held her stare as I returned to her pussy and began to lick and bite her nether lips, then plunged my tongue inside her like I would be doing with my cock later. She was breathing erratically, and her hips started to buck up into my mouth spurring me on. I carefully avoided her clit until she was crying and begging for me to let her come.

“What do you want, honey?” I growled.

“Please let me come!”

“Tell me how, Felicity,” I urged. I’d been dreaming of hearing dirty talk fall from her pouty lips. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do.” My tongue circled her clit again, avoiding the stiff nub.

“Suck—um—suck on my clit,” she whispered hesitantly.

“Good girl.” I did as she asked and she splintered apart at my fist deep pull. I kept up my ministrations until her shudders started to lessen. Then I crawled up her body, leaving lingering kisses along my path.

“That was amazing,” she whimpered.

“I love watching you come in my mouth, honey. Tasting the flood of your juices.” Her body started to vibrate. It was clear that she enjoyed when I said filthy things to her, and I had no fucking strength left to hold back.

“Now I want to see you come with my cock buried deep inside your pussy.” Her legs stiffened for half a second before falling completely open. “Do you like the thought of that, my dirty girl?” I purred as I rubbed my tip through her folds. “You want me to fuck you hard or sweet?”

Her lips pinched, and her flushed skin pinkened even further. “Hard,” she whispered.

“What, honey?”

She cleared her throat, and her eyes glinted with determination. It was sexy as fuck. “Hard. I want you to fuck me hard.”

“I’ll always give you anything that is within my power to give you, Felicity. You only need to ask.”

With one smooth thrust, I planted myself balls deep into her pussy. I felt my tip bump her cervix even as her walls squeezed the fuck out of my cock. I snatched her wrists and shoved them above her head until I could wrap them around the wooden spindles of my mahogany headboard. “Hold tight, honey.”

She grasped them, her knuckles whitening with the effort. Then I glided my hands down her arms, over her shoulders, and on to cup her tits. Massaging them, my hips began to move slowly in and out, in and out. I kissed her fiercely as I plucked and twisted her nipples until she was writhing beneath me.

Dragging my hands over her skin, I got to her thighs and lifted her legs to my shoulders as I got to my knees. Then I palmed her ass and held it firmly as I began to speed up my thrusts until I was pounding in and out.

Felicity cried out with every drive, her hips coming up to meet each one. My spine started to tingle, and the muscles in my groin tightened. I was losing the battle to hold out. Reaching between us, I circled her clit with my index finger a few times, then pinched it hard as I slammed in one last time. She screamed, and I roared her name as my orgasm barreled through me like a freight train. I started pumping again as jets of come filled her pussy, working us both all the way through until we dissolved into a heap of tangled arms and legs.