Fulfillment(80)

“Yeah?”

“I’m going to ask Bryce real soon if he would like another baby, but it’s a secret, so don’t tell him.”

Nate nodded his head, but had a dubious glint in his eye.

“What, little man?”

“What will happen if the next baby dies too, Mum?”

I sighed. “Sometimes these things just happen, for no reason. We can’t stop them. All we can do is accept them and try again. I can’t promise you that our next baby won’t die too, because I don’t control that, Sweetheart. But what we can do is be hopeful and look after each other.”

“Mum, I’m going to look after you.”

“I know you are, because you are totes the sickest son ever!” I said in Nate’s style of lingo.

Nate just shook his head at me.

***

Later that night, Bryce and I were snuggled next to each other in bed.

“I’m going to miss you,” I said as I traced small circles around his abs.

“I’m going to miss you, too, but I have to go, Hunny. It’s just shit timing.”

“You have to do what you have to do, Mr. Clark, being the big billionaire hotel owner that you are,” I retorted playfully, trying to lighten our dull moods.

“It’s what I do, Ms Summers.”

I giggled. He hadn’t called me Ms. Summers in a while and I kind of missed it.

“What else do you do, Mr. Clark?” I tilted my head up to look at him through my lashes.

A small but sexy growl resonated from his throat right before he slid out from underneath me and propped himself up on his side. His eyes found my lips, and I couldn’t help but squeeze them together and drag my top row of teeth across the bottom one. That small uncontrollable reaction to his stare was all he needed to lose his restraint and move forward, rapidly seizing my mouth.

I broke away moments later, breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath. He moved his perfect lips down my neck, gently licking and nipping at my skin. My fingers made their way into his luscious dirty blonde hair, where I gripped his head with the intention to stop his lips teasing me any further. I had to stop him, because his mouth had the ability to torture me into wanting more, and more, I could not have—not for at least another week.

I was about to tell him to stop, when he came back up to my mouth and I felt his tongue once again.

“I know what you’re thinking right now?” he said through heavy breaths in between kisses. “You’re thinking I want to make love to you, and you’re thinking you don’t want to say no.” Yes, your thinking is one hundred percent correct. “Well, you’re right. Of course I want to make love to you...but...you have so many other body parts that need my attention; that need me to make love to them, that need to be fucked by my mouth.”

He caressed my tongue with his own then pulled away from my lips, eyeing me salaciously as he changed course and trailed kisses along my neck and up behind my ear. I sucked in another breath as his glorious lips kissed and sucked my skin.

His hand slid down from my cheek, along my neck and stopped at the seam of my bra, all the while his lips, teeth and tongue continuing to tease the very sensitive spot under my ear lobe. My skin began to heat, and my pelvis automatically rose away from the mattress.

He groaned mildly then slipped his finger underneath my bra, gently grazing my perked nipple. I gasped and tried to roll my hips into him.

“Hmmm, that’s right, Hunny. That piece of you right there wants to be fucked doesn’t it?” he breathed into my ear, before dragging his teeth down my neck then trailing his tongue back up to my lobe, teasing and tricking me into thinking he was going to fuck my nipple.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, desperate to feel his wet, warm tongue on my breast.

He gently bit down on my ear lobe again and squeezed my nipple between both his fingers.

“Bryce! Yes, please fuck it.”

He chuckled against my skin as he made his way down to my nipple. “I have every intention to,” he admitted, as he undid my bra and removed it, eyeing my breast before he slid his tongue across my nipple. It hardened at his touch, forcing my chest to magnetise toward him, pushing my nipple further into his mouth. He groaned at my response then flicked his tongue quicker, sending my body into a meltdown. I was climbing to a climax in a weird kind of way. Not strange weird, but different weird, good weird. It was a new sensation, and I was enjoying the escalation.

He released my nipple from his lips and made his way down my stomach. No, re-attach, God damn it! The things the man could do with a simple touch were utterly mind-blowing. My body had not previously known the kind of passion it felt with him and I was so grateful that it now finally had. It really felt so fucking good.