With my free hand, I reached out and traced my fingertip along the defined V, trailing it from his left hip, down into his groin, across the front of him then back up the other side. Oh. My. God. That thing is fucking insanely attractive. My eyes flickered, aroused by the feel of him in my mouth together with taking in his exquisite form.
“Fuck, I need to be inside of you, Hunny. I can’t fucking watch you stare at me like that anymore and not come.”
I opened my mouth and he pulled away, moving back down the bed. He lifted my legs, placing kisses up my calves until my heels were rested on his shoulders. Tilting my pelvis, and angling it toward him, he eased himself in slowly. I could feel the walls of my pussy clench around him.
His eyes lit up at the tightening of my muscles. “You like it like this, don’t you?”
“Is it that obvious?” I smiled.
“Yes.” He began to rock into me with an amatory look upon his face, feeding the journey my orgasm was taking. I bit down on my lip as I felt him delve deep. He rocked in and out, in and out, gripping my hips and flexing his fingers. “Fuck.”
He shook his head at me and smirked as his rocking increased—my orgasm with it. My fingers bit down into the bed sheets as the sensation of heat rushed to my head. And, as he slammed his pelvis against my arse, I let go; my orgasm rolling out of my mouth in the form of unmuted, explicit, sexual filth. I fucking loved it...and I fucking loved him.
CHAPTER TEN
The next morning, I woke up thoroughly sated and smiling constantly throughout the day. I loved and hated how Bryce had that power over me, the power to make me forget everything but him and how he made feel.
My family and friends arrived at City Towers for my birthday party; my actual birthday not til the day after. Bryce had taken it upon himself to organise the gathering—whether I had wanted it or not—convincing me to agree by saying it was a great way for the special people in our lives to see where we lived and how happy we were as a family. He had also convinced me that it was the perfect time to tell them all that we were expecting a baby. I tended to agree with him that one big announcement was much more appealing than many small private ones, with exception of my Mum and Dad, and of course, Rick.
Regardless of the fact that my soon-to-be-ex-husband and I had been at each other’s throats in recent times, and as much as I was still angry at him for having an affair, I still felt he deserved to know about my pregnancy in private—directly from me. Not in a room full of people we all knew. I respected him enough to give him that benefit.
Bryce had sent all our guests text messages informing them to check in upon arrival and make their way to the penthouse suite at 6 p. m.—I’m guessing Lucy had a hand in getting Mr. Creepy-Research Clark all the contact details. I had to hand it to them, the brother and sister duo were well organised and a force to be reckoned with.
My parents arrived earlier that day upon my request as I couldn’t wait any longer to let them know about their newest grandchild. Mum had been beside herself when we told her our exciting news, congratulating us both over and over and rubbing my tummy every few minutes. Dad, on the other hand, had been a bit shocked at first, smiling only mildly and sitting in silence. It wasn’t until I explained to him that I had no doubts that Bryce was the father and not Rick that he seemed to relax a little. He hadn’t said much to me about Rick’s and my separation and break-up, but I could tell he was furious with his son-in-law for breaking his daughter’s heart. I could also tell he was happy I had left him.
Dad had given me a tight hug, saying he would have a nice number of little grandchildren-farmers to help him with his jobs around the farm soon enough, and perhaps he could retire early and watch them do all the work for him. Bryce’s brow had furrowed when Dad mentioned wanting to retire early, and I had a good idea of what Bryce was thinking at that particular moment. I made a mental note to speak to him about it at a later date. As much as Bryce had all the money in the world and was more than willing to share it with me and my family, my dad was still a very hardworking proud man, and I’m not sure if he would take kindly to Bryce meddling in his private financial affairs—good intentions or not.
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The evening rolled around quite quickly and deciding what to wear to my birthday party had been somewhat challenging. Firstly, I didn’t want to choose something that was over-the-top glamorous, as wearing a label such as Versace to begin with was already singling me out amongst my friends and family, which I didn’t really want. I wanted this gathering to be intimate and comfortable, one where regardless of our surroundings we could all feel relaxed and enjoy ourselves. Secondly, I had to choose a dress that was not tight fitting. Even though I was not obviously showing at this point in time, a tight dress could reveal our secret, and having someone guess my pregnancy before we made the announcement would kind of be a buzz-kill.