Fulfillment(11)

“Are you going to back the fuck off?” I asked with a smile.

He paused, while gently gripping my hand. Then, with his sexy-as-hell smirk, inserted my finger back inside me as far as it would go, making me gasp against his mouth. You sexy fucker, I hate you. He slowly pulled it back out and placed it in his mouth, making me shudder. Damn it! He slowly slid it out again, kissed the tip of it then placed it upon his chest over his heart.

He leaned in and put his forehead against mine. “I will never back the fuck off where you are concerned. You are my everything and will remain my everything for as long as I walk this earth.” He grabbed my face and kissed me passionately then reluctantly pulled away. “Now, as much as I like to watch you please yourself, quit it. It’s my fucking job to bring you undone and mine alone.”





CHAPTER FOUR





I hated giving in to Bryce, or more to the point, I hated giving in full stop. But when the man of my dreams had me pinned to the shower wall, telling me that I was his everything and always would be and explaining that it was his sole responsibility to bring me undone, then who was I to argue?

I grabbed his head and vigorously pulled it forward to mine so that I could taste the inside of his mouth. He groaned wildly and lifted me up, indicating I should wrap my legs around his waist—and like always, I happily obliged.

He gripped my arse as he held me perfectly in place to penetrate me with his glorious cock, forcing my eyes to close and my head to tilt back as he slid inside me. Then pressing his lips to my neck, he pulled himself out to the tip and slammed back in again. I gasped at his sexy ferocity, causing him to stop and pull back.

“Shit!” He went to set me down. “Was that too hard? Are you okay?” he asked with concern.

“Hey. I’m fine.” I searched his panicked face.

“I’m sorry. You just make me fucking wild.”

I grabbed his hair, yanking it back and forcing him to look deep into my eyes. “Don’t you dare go all soft on me, I’m fine and no, it was not too hard. So stop worrying and fuck me. Fuck me hard, and do it now.”

His eyes lit up as he laughed. “You’re killing me, you know that right?”

“The feeling is mutual, trust me.” I leaned in and kissed him, which very quickly turned hot and desperate again as he re-entered me and slammed his cock in to the hilt.

I could sense a very slight hint of hesitation on his part, but I didn’t say anything. He obviously had concerns, and I could see he was trying to overcome them where he could. Plus, I was more than overflowing with sexed-up hormones and probably putting far too much pressure on him.

He continued to drag his length out to the tip then slam right back in again, until my nails were digging into his shoulder and my body was shuddering against him. He too jerked, as he reached his own release while gripping my arse with one hand and steadying himself against the shower wall with the other. I moved my hands to his head and wiped the wet strands of hair from his face so that I could see his piercing blue eyes as he came down from his climax.

“How did I get so lucky?” I asked.

“I never used to believe in luck,” he said as he smiled and regained his breath.

I traced my fingers around the edges of his face, studying his perfect profile. I was now curious and a little bemused as to why he wouldn’t believe in luck. “Really? Why?”

“I used to think luck suggested you had no power over it. I believed that we—ourselves—controlled the probability of our fortune and misfortune. But...I had no control over you applying for a job at my hotel, so how can I continue to believe there is no such thing as luck? I’m the fucking luckiest man on earth, and you being here, naked in my arms, against my shower wall and carrying my baby is fucking proof of that.”

***

Bryce and I showered properly after our argument and subsequent compromise-sex. Come to think of it, I don’t recall a compromise having been reached. If I recalled correctly, he seemed to have gotten his way—as per usual.

We both headed to our desks, having no choice but to get stuck into the pile of work that awaited our attention. It was Easter this coming weekend, and all three hotels were pretty much fully booked. I could see with my own eyes just how much work was involved in the running of the City Towers Precinct, but to have numerous hotels around the world and plans for future development in other countries was simply mind boggling. I knew Bryce had a large number of very capable employees running his hotels abroad, but at the end of the day, Clark Incorporated held his name and he was very much involved in all its’ entirety.

I had plans to pick the kids up from school, as I wanted to drop by my old home to collect the last of my things. I hadn’t slept there for nearly two weeks, and I did not plan on sleeping there again. Rick was coping just fine, as far as I was aware, having accepted our separation and coming to terms with the fact our marriage was over. Sadly, we weren’t the best of friends anymore, and unfortunately, I didn’t think we ever would be again. There was just far too much betrayal and hurt for that. But so far, we were civil and supportive of each other in our new lives, and we were there for one another, especially where the children were concerned.