Billionaires and Baby Rattles(19)

“You and your dirty talk,” Ethan teased.

He came up behind her and pressed against her body, and she shuddered when he ran his cock up and down her slit. He slipped between the velvety folds of her pussy, inch by torturous inch, until he was buried deep within her sex. He ran his hand down the line of her back, and she felt him caress the curve of her ass. It seemed the swollen lips of her sex made each thrust more erotic. She could feel every inch of him slide against the sensitive walls of her pussy. Ethan’s hands were everywhere, stroking her belly and massaging the fully engorged mounds of her breasts. He pinched her nipples gently, and she pushed back against him. Ethan groaned and picked up the pace of his movements. Each nerve ending seemed to tingle and overtake her senses. She was on the brink of something powerful that could shake her in ways no other man ever could.

Ethan’s hands were tight against her hips. “God, you’re so damn wet. I want to feel you come on my cock. Let go, Mya. Give it up to me.”

“Ethan!”

She cried out his name and then moaned in earnest. The quickened thrusts drove her wild. His big hands were on her breasts, and she leaned her head down to suck the finger closest to her mouth. That seemed to send him over the edge as he called her name. She could hear the agony of his pleasure in his voice as he whispered how much he wanted and needed her. Mya let it overtake her. Her orgasm had left her breathless. With a hoarse shout, his seed filled her core. She accepted every movement of his body as he prolonged their pleasure with simple thrusts. She lay on her side, and he followed suit. She could feel his cock, wet with her juice, against the curve of her ass.

“Oh my God, I think you just blew my mind,” Ethan gasped and lay back, taking big gulps of air.

“Ditto.” She lay with her eyes closed as her body hummed.

Ethan rolled over and pulled her close. He kissed her ear before asking, “Are you ready to be Mrs. Ethan Tremaine?”

“If these are the perks, I’m ready. Let me put some shoes on, and we can go.” Mya laughed.

“Slow down, heart of mine.” He chuckled. “How about we take a shower, eat some ice cream, and tomorrow will be here soon enough.”

“Heart of mine? Do you mean me?” she questioned.

Ethan leaned up on one elbow and kissed her before staring into her eyes. “Do you have to ask, really? Did you forget our conversation earlier?”

“I guess not. The words are nice to hear, though,” she said gently.

“You’ll hear them every day, I promise.” He kissed her again. “Now we shower, and I’ll change these oily sheets, then get my favorite mommy-to-be her ice cream.”

“Okay.”

Ethan lifted her in his arms and took her to the massive bathroom, which featured black marble and smooth red and black tiles. If this was how it felt to be treasured, how all new mothers felt in the arms of the men in their lives, she could live with it and would cherish it. Outside, people may wonder about them, but right now, as the water pulsed down and he held her in his arms as they bathed, it was perfect, and it felt utterly right.





Chapter Five


Eight thirty a.m., Ethan looked at the digital clock on the dashboard of his Mercedes as he pulled through the gates of the Tremaine mansion. He pressed the button of the wireless remote to close them again as he listened to the radio and tapped his hands against the steering wheel. He was in a great mood. How could he not be? There was an amazing woman in his bed, and the night had been fantastic. He woke up with her snuggled under him and his hand on her belly. He lay so still, hoping he could feel the baby move under his hand. But nothing happened, so he assumed, like Mommy, the little one was fast asleep.

At two in the afternoon, they were going to be married. Easton was going to be a witness, and so would Robin. Today he was going to become the happiest man in the world. It wasn’t going to be about the will or his grandfather, but the two of them. Maybe he should thank the old guy for putting the stipulation into his last will and testament. He’d found the woman of his dreams, and he never thought he’d have kids let alone be excited about being a parent. But here he was thinking about room colors and wanting to show off sonogram pictures to strangers on the street. Oh, he’d be there for the doctor’s appointments from now on. Yes, he would be the dad who doted on the baby. It was the kind of father he had when he was growing up. Now he would be that to this child.

There was a mission for going into the office before his wedding. It was an annoying problem that needed to be taken care of before he said his vows. Half an hour later, he was sitting behind his desk when a knock on the door told him it was time to play hardball.