Chapter 34

Charlie

I curled my body into his strong chest as his arms carried me into his bedroom. His home was just like him—icy on the outside, but warm and comforting on the inside. I could feel his breath on the top of my head, settling my body and massaging my soul.

L was like me in every way that counted. He was understanding, kind, competitive, and intelligent. His smooth skin rippled over the chiseled muscles that housed an effervescent mind, and I was lucky to have met him. The way L made me feel when I was with him was a cohesive mixture of both safe and adventurous—just enough to keep me guessing without ever making me feel uncomfortable.

He was the man of my dreams. The man every teenage girl salivates over and daydreams about marrying one day. He was strong, he was smart, and he was attentive. My needs were a priority, and not because he wanted to get in my pants. They were a priority because he loved me, and that was something I never thought I’d find in my lifetime.

He believed in me and my dreams, and I was about to start a family with him.

I felt him lay me down on the bed before his lips dipped to my stomach. His hands worked my shirt up over my bosom while his fingertips hooked into the hem of my skirt, and the only thing I could feel was his lips peppering my belly button. He was smiling into my skin, granting our child kisses and whispering sweet nothings into my stomach.

L was going to be a wonderful father, and I was going to have a front-row seat to the lifelong show.

By the time he peeled every single article of clothing from my body, I was dripping for him. Every single time he bypassed my stomach he would plant a kiss there. It was as if he was wishing our growing child sweet dreams while my body worked to create for him something he wasn’t sure was real yet.

So, I grasped his hair and pulled him up to me before I crashed my lips onto his.

“Yes, I really am pregnant,” I murmured into his lips.

One by one, his pieces of clothing fell to the floor. My fingertips felt along the dips and valleys of the muscles I had come to memorize, and all of a sudden my mind shifted into autopilot. My hips rolled into his while his cock dripped onto the inside of my thigh, and my body yielded for him just as it always had.

Just as my heart eventually had.

“You’re gonna be a wonderful mother,” he said into my ear.

“I’m gonna get fat,” I said, giggling.

“And I will kiss, and lick, and suck, and memorize every single part of you that changes.”

“What if I get stretch marks here?” I asked, rubbing my hand along my thighs.

“Then, I’ll kiss them every night before I go to bed,” he said as his lips traveled along my skin.

“What if I get them here?” I asked, running my fingertips along my breasts.

“Then, I’ll spend every single night tracing their outlines with my tongue,” he said, his fingertips dancing along my nipples.

“What if I get them here?” I whispered as I fluttered my hand down the inside of my thigh.

“Then,” he said as his kisses fell between my legs, “I’ll spend every waking moment loving them the way I love you.”

I felt his tongue part my pussy lips and it transported me back to Finland. Back to the first time I’d ever seen his body in that steaming sauna room in that hotel. It ripped me back to the first time I’d ever thrown myself at him, crashing my lips into his as his body yielded before his mind shut him off.

His tongue rolled over my clit, causing me to buck into him. Yielding to him the way he wanted to yield to me that night.

“I love you,” I said breathlessly as my hands found his hair. “Oh fuck, I love you.”

He hummed in glorious retreat before I felt his fingers slide into me, and the tremble that began at my knees shivered my entire body. I could feel my soul opening up to him. I could feel it splitting my body in half, offering to him my heart and soul. My legs shook with every flick of his tongue and my pussy fluttered around his fingers as he crooked them inside of me.

His tongue caressed every part of my pussy. He wasn’t drinking me down or swallowing me whole. He was simply feeling my body against his face. Memorizing my every movements.

Taking in the moment on the off-chance it ended.

“I’m so close. I’m so close. Oh, Ellison. Yes, baby. Please don’t stop.”

I rolled into his face one last time before my body shook with pleasure. My muscles contracted and my legs locked him in, pulling him deeper into my body as he smiled with wicked pride. My hands tugged at his hair while his tongue pressed deeper into me, and soon all I could do was heave the precious air of his home into my lungs as I recuperated from his ministrations.

The whole night long was spent like that. He rolled me on top of him so he could watch my bosom bounce. He rolled me over and plunged his dick into my depths just to make my ass bounce upon his pelvis. His balls smacked my clit, throwing me over the edge while he pressed wet kisses all along my spine.

I was now a panting mess as I laid on my side in his bed.

“Lift your leg,” he whispered into my ear.

I felt his hand guide my leg over his body before his massive cock slid into my swollen, aching depths. Sweat had drenched the bed and I could feel his muscles twitching with exhaustion, but neither of us cared. We were free from the confines we had imposed upon ourselves, and my reservations about calling his name to the heavens disappeared. My throat was hoarse from all the moaning I’d done, allowing his name to drip from my lips with every orgasm he wrenched from my body.

And now, it was his turn to call out mine.

He set a steady pace, jostling neither of us as his hand laid spread across my stomach. I could feel him protecting us, even now. In the most vulnerable state he would ever have me in—where my body could no longer move or fight alongside him—he was holding the two things he loved most dear, directly in the palm of his hand.

“You are—the best thing—that has ever—ever happened to me,” he said, breathlessly.

I felt him pick up his pace, sheathing himself time and time again into my growing wetness as we dripped our sweat onto his bed. His pelvis snapped against my ass while his dick filled me to the brim, and I moaned as his thrusting began to stutter.

“You are so perfect,” I heard him whisper.

I found the strength to buck back into him one last time before he stilled his motions. He sucked a patch of skin on my neck between his teeth while his dick throbbed deep within my body, pumping me full of the very same cum that was responsible for the child my body held. When he was done, we simply laid there—his arms holding me close while his heartbeat pounded into my back.

The familiar sensation of our juices dripping down my thighs caused a smile to break forth before I slowly turned myself around in his arms.

“What will we do now?” I asked breathlessly.

“About what?” he asked.

“Work.”

“Well, a meeting will obviously have to be held,” he said.

“You know I won’t be upset if you fire me, right?” I asked.

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere. You’re carrying my child. I want you at work where I can see it. If you take sick days, I want to know about them so I can take them with you. If you take longer lunch breaks for health and wellness appointments, I want to be there with you. It’ll be easier to coordinate all that if you continue working,” he said.

“What if I don’t want to work?” I asked.

“Then take a leave of absence if you wish. But, I know you. You’ll work until a doctor tells you that you can’t,” he said, grinning.

“We can’t hide this pregnancy forever, L,” I said. “Someone’s gonna find out.”

“Sweetheart, they already know, thanks to Sheila,” he said.

“Then, what’s the plan?” I asked, trying to break the tension I felt taking hold.

“I’ll hold a meeting,” he said. “A meeting with everyone important. I’ll admit to them that I’ve been breaking the rules, and that because of those rules being broken I have fallen in love.”

“You’re really gonna tell a room full of board members and VP’s that the Ellison James is in love,” I said.

“Yep,” he said. “I’ll tell them that some rules were made to be broken, and that maybe it’s time for a change.”

“What about the lawsuits this will open you up to?” I asked. “The people you’ve fired over breaking that rule?”

“Sweetheart, what you have to understand is that the people breaking those rules were usually also getting themselves into something else. Taking too many sick days or not showing up on time. Missing meetings or constantly screwing up paperwork. It’ll be hard to prove that I fired a negligent individual because they were having sex with a coworker, and if it comes down to it I’ll argue that their relationship was affecting their work. I gave them all a choice—stop the relationship or lose their job.”

“And they all chose the relationship?” I asked.

“They all chose the job, but continued the relationship behind my back. That meant they continued to slack, so that meant their job was finished,” he said.

“Are you concerned I’ll become a distraction to your work?” I asked.

“A little, but we’ll cross that bridge if we need to. This company has needed some change for a while. This will simply be the catalyst for it.”

“L, are you sure you want to do all this?” I asked.

“Charlie, the only thing I’m really sure of is that I’m not giving you up. You and I, we belong together. Forever. I want to come home every single day and see you in this penthouse. I want to wake up every morning to the curves of your body up against mine. I want to slip into the shower with you and take care of you when you’re sick. I want to surprise you with trips that will drop your jaw and light up those beautiful green eyes. I want to memorize every single stretch mark, wrinkle, and divot that will eventually pop up on your body for years to come, just so you remember how you take my breath away.”

“Oh, L.”

“And if all that means giving up my company to let someone else to run it, then so be it.”

He captured my lips in a kiss and I rolled us until I was on top of him. I straddled his lap and kissed him all along his neck, feeling his hands grab for any piece of my body he could find. As my lips raked down his broad chest and strong abdomen, I could feel his body trembling with anticipation.

I was in love with the most powerful real estate development tycoon in the country.

And I wrapped my lips around his dick while I imagined about our life together.