Instead of the instant surge of pleasure the fiery passion of our first time had created, the torturous pace in which he moved now created a slow build of pleasure that drove me half insane. My body ached and trembled as I wondered if I would ever reach my final destination.
“Kellan, I won’t break,” I managed to say between moans.
He stared at me for a moment, gauging if I actually meant it. Once he saw that I did, the focus and tension in his eyes melted away, and he started to really move. His gentle thrusts turned into ones of power. I could feel him stretching and filling me, and as he did, the whole world disappeared. All that existed was him and me and this moment.
Our voices echoed through the walls as Kellan sped up his pace, slamming into me as our bodies became one. Never in my life had I experienced anything as thrilling and meaningful as that moment. I could tell, without a shadow of a doubt, that this time we weren’t just fucking. We were actually making love, and being loved by Kellan Shepard was way better than I had ever imagined it to be.
I dug my nails into his back as my body trembled with the sweet approach of my orgasm. Feeling how close I was, Kellan slammed his hips harder against mine, going deeper than ever. My eyes closed and I yelled his name as I found my release, and with few more vigorous thrusts, Kellan groaned my name as he too gave in to the overwhelming pleasure.
Kellan kissed me deeply and then collapsed beside me on the bed. Unlike the angry, lustful kiss we had exchanged the previous night, this one contained the hope for the future I had dreamt about for so long. I wanted to cry happy tears at the realization that, for the first time in forever, my hope wasn’t one sided.
“That was better than the first time,” I said as Kellan pulled me to his chest.
He kissed the top of my head and chuckled. “A bed and no clothes will do that.”
As a silly smile formed on my lips, fear that this would be only a one-time thing clawed into my heart. However, before it could completely take hold of me, Kellan covered my baby bump with one hand and reached for his phone with his other. I watched him with curiosity as he dialed a number and brought the device to his ear. Our eyes stayed locked as he waited for whoever it was he was calling to answer.
“Hey, Jo,” he greeted his secretary. “I have some personal things to take care of today, so I won’t be coming in. Please let Alex know and tell him I’ll call him later.”
Once he disconnected the call, Kellan turned off his phone and placed it back on his bedside table. He smiled at the shocked expression on my face. “What?”
“You’re not going to work?” I asked.
“Nope.” He shook his head and gave me a peck on the lips. “I have almost a decade of your sexual fantasies to fulfill, and after that, you and I need to talk about how we’re going to tell your father about us and our baby.”
Oh, my freaking god! Was the only thought running through my head as I kissed the life out of him.
Chapter Ten
Kellan
It was a chilly autumn morning, and, for the fourth day in a row, I was arriving at the office after nine in the morning. It was odd, considering I had always been the first one to arrive since Alex and I first opened the agency, but I had the best SEXcuse in the world for my tardiness: Amelia.
“Good morning, Jo.” I greeted my assistant with an uncharacteristic grin.
The woman looked a little uncomfortable as she smiled back at me. “Good morning, Mr. Shepard. Mr. Blackwell called to say he’s running late today, but he’ll be here soon to go over the go-see schedule with you.”
“Sounds great,” I said as I unwrapped the scarf from around my neck and walked toward my office door. “Let me know when he arrives.”
“Will do, and one more thing, sir,” Jo called as I opened the door and stepped into my office. “Miss Blackwell is waiting for you,” she added at the exact same time my eyes focused on Amelia, looking beautiful in a white blouse and navy trousers.
I thanked my secretary and closed the door behind me.
Amelia sat in the exact same spot on my couch she had occupied on her first day working at the agency. Instead of the anxiety I had felt that day, today I felt nothing but a sense of comfort at seeing the mother of my son waiting for me. I smiled at her as I hung my coat and scarf and moved toward my desk.
“Good morning, Amelia,” I said as I placed my briefcase on the wooden surface. “How are you today?”
“Thoroughly satisfied,” she retorted with a wink. I chuckled as she stood and walked over to me, causing my heart to beat like a man on speed. “I’m also a little anxious. Are you going to talk to my dad today?”