Lillian

One month later…

I have my final round of edits before my latest book goes to my dear hubby and his team. I’ve gotten a message from his assistant that he’s on his way home and seems ticked off. She and I had a little talk that day, and I found out that Ian told her to call him Nicky in front of me. Apparently everyone around was well aware of Nick’s feelings for me except me.

Nick storms in the house, a frustrated look on his face. I turn my head to him from the kitchen table where I’m working on the last edits for the book. “What's the matter?” I ask, already having a feeling what it's about.

“Your book tour. It's been downgraded.” Yep, that’s exactly what I thought it was since I’m the one who made that decision. “And it's starting next month instead of five months from now, which pushes the book release date up.”

“Oh, I know, so I had to make some changes. You’ll have the final version of the book in a few days, so I'm not too worried about that. I talked to your brother, and he agreed that doing a promo online can start next week. The book is already up for preorder and is doing phenomenal.”

“What's going on, babe? Why the sudden rush?” he asks, running his hands through his hair. I know that changes his work time frame, but he sits up when I’m sleeping just to read the new pages.

“Nick, my love, you are one blind man. As it happens, I won’t be able to travel in five months—too many restrictions,” I tell him.

He just gives me a puzzled look. The man needs to get more sleep. With fucking me into a coma every night and going to work for ten hours, then coming home and editing after dinner, he’s on empty, it seems. I know he’s busting his ass because he plans on doing the book tour with me. “Why is that?” he questions, rubbing his scruffy jaw.

“Because I'll be six months pregnant by then.” His eyes widen ridiculously, and I can't help but laugh. This is exactly what he's been waiting for from the first time we went without protection. I can’t believe it’s a shock to him.

“Are you going to say anything,” I ask him, running my hands nervously up and down my thighs. I'm starting to get a little worried since he doesn’t respond, but then all of the sudden, he picks me up out of my chair and spins me around. He laughs in the deep, rumbling chuckle of his that sends me into a frenzied need.

“I think we need to celebrate,” he says, throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me into the bedroom. He sets me down on my feet, then turns me around so that my back is to him. Slowly he lowers the zipper on the dress I have on. Since I don’t have to leave the house, I can relax in my dress and wait for my loving husband to take it off. He slides the shoulders down, letting the dress fall to the floor. His hand skims down my spine to my ass. Then I feel the sting on my right cheek. His breath brushes my ear as he leans against it. “You’re not wearing any panties, wife.”

“I figured no sense in ruining them all, you brute,” I murmur, tossing my head back into the crook of his shoulder and neck. He’s had a habit of tearing them off me. I like it, but my supply is getting low. And I just bought some after we got married. This man is a menace when it comes to my clothes. Easy access is a must. All the years of waiting have turned him into an insatiable beast.

He reaches around, cupping my sex and driving his fingers inside. I crawl against his chest, moaning and clenching as he works me good. My body’s his to manipulate. I crave his touch and fall into the pleasure I’ve come to need. His bulge grinds against my ass. I want my husband and I have to taste him. I tug his hand away and then spin around. With a kiss on his pouting lips, I slowly glide my hands on down his chest. Then I grab the hem of his shirt and lift it over his head. He raises his arms to help me, then pulls the ponytail out of my hair. I pull at his belt, and my husband groans out as I accidentally graze his cock through his pants. I take my time frustrating my lover. He helps me take his pants off hurriedly. I giggle to myself, but he hears me.

“Wife, are you laughing at me?”

“Yes,” I respond.

“Keep it up, and I won’t let you have any.” He wouldn’t. I pout at him. He runs the back of his palm on my face with a smile. I pull out his cock and suck the tip in. He shivers, holding himself together the best he can. I reach between my legs with one hand, stroking my clit. He grabs my hair, moving my head. “Fuck, baby. You’re going to make me come. Are you getting off from sucking my cock?” I nod and garble out a yes.

I only get one more lick before he pulls me away. He shakes his head and carries me to our bed, throwing me down, and enters me in one thrust. I quiver, full of pleasure. His mouth is on mine, kissing me ardently while grinding his cock deep into me. Our bodies are starting to sweat, smoothing the feel of his strong chest against my soft one. I’m unable to hold on any longer. As soon as his hand touches the edge of my breast, I’m coming. “Nick,” I cry out, shouting his name as loud as possible. He joins me.

“I love you, Lillian,” he pants, kissing my neck as he rests there for a moment. His weight covers me and makes me feel so protected, but as soon as he realizes it, he gets up. “I’m sorry. Baby, I forgot about the little one. I don’t want to hurt you or him.”

“You’re not. I’m fine. I love your weight on me.” He adjusts himself on the bed, leaning against the pillows, then pulls me to rest on his side.

“It’s time to look into buying a house, love.”

“Yes, I think so too. Pretty soon, I’m going to be too big to move stuff around.”

“You’re not moving shit anyway. We’ll have Ian and I do it, as well as hire a team to do it all. There’s no way you’ll lift anything more than ten pounds.”

“Fine, all good for me.” I nestle into him and fall asleep.