Three years later
Brandon glanced away from his computer screen for the first time in hours to press the speaker button on his ringing desk phone.
“Mr. Kuvat, your wife is here,” the secretary informed him.
“Send her in,” Brandon said, ending the call and anticipating some much-needed dirty office sex. His morning had been so jampacked with emails and going over contracts, he hadn’t even gotten to the lunch his secretary had set on his desk, but Jordan’s pussy was a much better option. His cock twitched just thinking about it.
The door opened and Jordan walked inside, a long black cotton dress flowing around her ankles, and in her arms was their little bundle of joy. His heart flip-flopped and he grinned. “I’m guessing this isn’t a let’s-have-dirty-office-sex stop.”
“Baby, language,” Jordan warned, pushing the door shut behind her.
“What? He’s seven months. He doesn’t know what I’m saying or how much I mean it.” Brandon stood, adjusting his raging hard-on, not missing the moment Jordan’s eyes lowered.
Her tongue slid across her lips. “Don’t do that.”
He gripped his cock through his pants, shifting it from side to side. “Do what?”
“Touch yourself.”
Brandon wagged his eyebrows, and knowing how much it turned Jordan on, he let his hand slide over the thick bulge before moving closer and peering down at the bright green eyes peering up at Jordan.
“Your mommy is gorgeous, isn’t she? I too would stare at her all day if I could.” Brandon leaned down and kissed a baby-soft chubby cheek before lifting his head and planting a steamy kiss on Jordan’s lips. He scooped a smiling Zack out of her arms and swayed the baby up, down, and around. “Guess what you’ll be doing as soon as you’re old enough? You’ll be flying planes with Daddy.” He brought Zack down for a quick kiss then lifted him up high. “All you have to do is say Dada. Say Dada.”
Kicking and swinging his tiny arms and legs, the baby chuckled as Brandon brought him down to his face and repeated, “Dada.”
Jordan sniffed. “He’s going to be a mommy’s boy. He’s not going to say—”
“Da-da,” came Zack’s first word. It wasn’t clear, but he said it. Brandon’s heart swelled as he looked at Jordan, her mouth hanging open like his was.
“No way!” Jordan said, crossing her arms over her chest. “It’s not fair.”
Brandon laughed. Their daughter had said “Dada” first too.
“Maybe next time,” he grinned, nuzzling Zack’s tummy with his nose, “You love Daddy, don’t you? Daddy loves you too.” He looked over at Jordan as he cuddled Zack to his chest. “Where’s Isabella?”
“She’s with my mom.” Jordan lowered the black leather diaper bag to a chair in front of Brandon’s desk. He leaned back onto his desk, feeling the love flow through him as little arms tapped his shoulder.
A smile stretched across his face as he remembered Jordan’s words from less than three years ago.
“You’d be the last person I’d make father of my child. As I said, you’re not my type.”
Now he was laughing because not only was Jordan his wife but they had two kids together. A beautiful nine-month-old and a handsome seven-month-old.
“What’s so funny?” Jordan asked, standing in front of him.
“You.” Circling a hand around her neck, he pulled her in for a kiss. “And how you couldn’t stay away from my charm. And how much I love you for trying.”
“Shut up,” Jordan giggled, resting her palm on his stomach and letting it skim down his white dress shirt until she was groping him.
“Dada,” Zack burbled, and he closed his eyes, inhaling as the little guy in his arms and his sexy wife turned him into a huge pile of mush.
Jordan unbuckled his pants, and he groaned as her hand slipped into his pants and gripped his throbbing cock. “What are you doing?”
Jordan’s eyes glinted with mischief as she pulled out his shaft and pumped. “Giving you a taste of what’s to come later.” She got down onto her knees, and a whisper of her breath caressed the head of his cock.
“Your mommy is so naughty . . . crap, don’t remember that,” Brandon said, bouncing Zack in his arms.
“You are horrible,” Jordan admonished before her lips closed around him and sucked. “I’m horrible? Look at what you’re doing.”
“I could stop.”
“No, don’t,” Brandon sighed as pleasure swarmed his body with each lick and each suck that brought him deeper into her throat. “God, don’t ever stop.”
The door flew open and Andrew burst inside before stopping dead in his tracks. “Oh, fuck. Jesus. Dammit. What is this? Eww, Jordan, don’t put your mouth on that. You two are sick.”
His cock slipped from Jordan’s mouth, but Jordan didn’t move an inch, probably horrified at what their friend just saw, though the back of her head was to the door.
“Andrew, I will fire you, I swear to God. Get out,” Brandon hissed.
“Awe, poor baby.” Concern dipped between Andrew’s brows. “You two just . . . disgusting!”
As the door shut, Brandon sighed. “I knew having his office next to mine was a mistake.” Jordan’s long, goldilocks hair hung behind her shoulders as she shook her head, looking up at him. “I’ve never been so humiliated.”
Brandon thrust his hips forward until his cock touched her lips. “But you’re my insanely gorgeous wife and I know you love sucking,” before mouthing ‘my cock.’ “I’m so close, please baby.” Her tongue flicked over him and his eyes closed. “Yeah. So good.” And as his cock slid into the warm suction of her mouth, he held Zack closer with both arms. Fuck, he was probably going to hell for this but between taking care of Isabella and Zack, he’d savor any chance he got to be with his wife.
Her hands circled around the rest of his length, magnifying the friction and intensifying the desire winding down the head of his cock, his swelling shaft, and to his tightening balls before pleasure overcame him and his cock jerked. He bit back the curse coming to his lips as he perched on the edge of his desk, heat radiating from his body and abs contracting as he focused on Jordan sucking every last drop from him like she always did.
“Mmm,” he groaned as she stood, pulling his pants up and tucking himself back inside. Damn, she was perfect and his. All his. “I love you. So fucking much.”
She licked her lips. “I love you more.”
“Nope, I don’t think so, I love you more.” He rubbed a hand over Zack’s back and heard a small hiccup. “And I love this little guy. You’re so good to Daddy,” Brandon cooed, kissing Zack until he let out a slew of baby giggles. “Yes, you are.”
“Weird,” Jordan said, narrowing her eyes. “He always cries when you’re trying to do anything to me.”
“I know, he’s not a mommy’s boy,” then he continued in his baby voice, “and he just loves his daddy, don’t you? You love Dada, don’t you, yeah, I know.” Brandon lifted his head, his eyes crinkling at the corners as his smile widened at Jordan’s pout.
“I still don’t like you.” She was trying, but he could see the warmth flooding her eyes as she watched them together. He kissed her forehead, and as she washed her hands inside the personal bathroom attached to his office, he said, “So, when you’re done washing your hands, we should go to Andrew’s office. I’m going to give him shit about barging into my office and while I’m doing that, I want you to start touching everything. Especially the phone on his desk. I want to watch him squirm as he thinks about where your hands have been.”
“No, oh my God! See, horrible.” Jordan laughed, leaning over the sink as amusement weakened her. “He’d sanitize everything for months.”
“Can you imagine if he had burst in without knocking one of those times in the past when I had you spread open on my desk with your sexy belly.”
Jordan sighed, talking to herself. “I’m married to a pervert, and he reminds me all the time.”
“No, I would have kicked his ass. Anyway,” Brandon rocked the baby. He was planning to surprise her later, but this was as good a time as any. “Guess who just closed a deal this morning somewhere on Rodeo Drive?”
Jordan’s mouth dropped as she faced him, her wet hands dripping onto the floor. A year ago, he’d asked her what her biggest dream was, and she’d told him she wanted to make a name for herself in a class with all the other prestigious brands, but she’d laughed it off at the end like it could never happen. He’d been working behind the scenes ever since. “You weren’t even a little bit curious about the department stores contacting you to carry your brand?”
“No, I just thought, I don’t know what I thought—oh my God!” She shrieked, throwing her hands up as she jumped in place.
Sometimes I think she forgets she’s married to a billionaire and that she’s now a part of my empire, Brandon mused as he watched her. But I bet she’ll let me try out that new sex swing later. Strapped to my ceiling and waiting to be fucked. Oh man, she has no idea what’s attached to my gifts. She should know by now, but she hadn’t realized it yet.
“What’s that look?” she asked as she approached him.
“Nothing, just thinking of ways you can thank me later.”
“Uh-uh. You are not coming up with some unique way to get me pregnant again.”
So, she’s noticed.
“Oh, Mrs. Kuvat, I plan to do no such thing. Anyway, I was thinking of something a little more fun these next couple of months.” Brandon combed a hand through her golden curls as he pressed his erection against her stomach, “and by fun, I mean having my way with you, over and over again.”
“A.K.A. getting me pregnant.”
“But it looks so good on you.” Zack fussed in his arms, and he rubbed his back and gripped his tiny waist, turning their son to Jordan. “Plus, look how handsome. The world needs to be overpopulated with my baby geniuses.”
Jordan smiled at Zack. “I hope your ego won’t be as big as your dad’s. Please, don’t listen to him.”
“Dada,” Zack babbled.
Brandon chuckled and kissed Zack, and Jordan tickled Zack’s tummy. “I know you can’t help but love him. He’s too charming. I know.”
He had her, but some days he felt like he was still chasing her. It was a high he’d never get enough of because this woman was the best thing that ever happened to him. The day he slid that ring on her finger, he left his past behind because he’d seen his future with her, and in it, those doubts and pain were no longer. She was his happily ever after and he’d spend the rest of their lives making her smile with their five kids.
Five, he thought. He’d talked about it with Jordan, and she was fucking horrible at negotiating. Four-point-five, what is that? Half a baby. She definitely needed him to make these decisions.
“Maybe it’ll be twins next time,” he contemplated out loud, pressing his lips to her temple.
“Brandon,” she groaned, leaning her forehead to one side of his chest, Zack on the other. “I love you.”
Brandon smiled. Forever. Always.
THE END