The Billionaire's Favourite Mistake(49)

Like he needed urging?

He captured her mouth with his and then Greer's hands were all over  him. She made a little hungry noise in her throat that drove him crazy,  and he groaned and blindly began to maneuver their twined bodies toward  the couch. Fuck the bed, the couch was a lot closer. When his leg found  the couch, he carefully leaned forward and tipped them onto the  cushions.

"Here?" She gasped against his mouth.

"Here," he agreed.

"Good idea." She ripped at his shirt, her hands frantic.

Damn, this woman was sexy. He was the luckiest man alive. He tugged at  her leggings, trying to rip them down her legs even as she twisted  against him. It was like they were in a race to undress each other, and  he was determined to win.

"You should probably get off me so I can take my clothes off," she said  breathlessly, even as her hand moved to his belt and began to undo it.

"Fuck that," he told her, and hauled her leggings down her thighs. He  got them to her knees and figured that was good enough. Her panties went  next, and then he grabbed the bunched material and hauled her legs into  the air. "This seems like a pretty sweet situation to me."

She giggled and tried to pull at his clothing, but her trapped legs  prevented her from moving. She wiggled, her beautifully brown bottom  enticing him along with the expanse of rounded thighs. "I'm stuck."

"You are, aren't you?" He deliberately pressed her knees forward, until  they were practically on her breasts. It exposed even more thigh and  her sweet, slick folds to his view. "Is this hurting you?"

"No." She wiggled again.

"Good." He slid a hand to her sex and rubbed the gleaming wetness  between her thighs. She jerked against him and moaned hard, her hands  flying to the couch cushions as if to anchor herself. "You're so wet  already. How is that possible?"

"Kissing you," she breathed, and rocked against his hand when he  fingered her again. "Kissing you does it for me. I love it when you  touch me." She gave him a soft look. "Love you."

He groaned. His heart felt like bursting in his chest. He'd never been  so damn happy in his life. "I love you too, sweetheart," he said, voice  hoarse. His hand went to his pants and he finished undoing his zipper,  freeing his cock. "And I'm going to take you hard and fast right now-"         

     



 

"Yes!"

"-because I can't wait."

"Me either." Her hands gripped the cushions and then she arched when he stroked her pussy again. "Please, Ash. Please."

He couldn't wait to claim her. In one swift motion, he pushed her knees  forward again, her legs pinned between his chest and hers. It left her  pussy wide open for him and he fitted the head of his cock against her  slick entrance and nudged at her core. She was hot and wet for him, and  he pumped into her in a swift motion.

Greer cried out, her eyes closing, a look of intense joy on her face.

"God, you're beautiful." He thrust into her again, going deep. He loved  touching her, loved fucking her, loved the hot clasp of her body around  his cock. "My Greer. My sweetheart."

"Yours," she breathed as he pounded into her. "Make me yours."

He would. He surged into her over and over again, making sure to grind  down against her with every thrust so he rubbed her clit. He adjusted  his movements until he felt her quiver against him, felt her body tense  against his when he bottomed out, and knew he was hitting the right  spots. Then, he began to pound into her fiercely and relentlessly. She  clawed at the pillow behind her head, keening, and then moved it forward  to her mouth to bite it, a sure sign that she was about to come. He  felt her pussy clench hard around him, contracting-

And then she cried out his name behind a mouthful of pillow, and he  felt her body spasm, felt her milking his cock and drawing him tighter  inside her. It was too much, too fast. With a hoarse shout, he came,  emptying himself into her with hard, sure strokes. Lights danced behind  his eyes from the intensity of his orgasm, and he was filled with fierce  pleasure and an intense sense of rightness.

When he came to his senses, he grinned down at her. "I'm sorry that was so quick. I'll do better next time."

She shifted underneath him, her face adorably flushed, hair escaping  from her tight braid. "I think that sounds like a plan." She arched her  feet. "Let my legs up at least?"

He backed off of her and admired the view. Her thighs were deliciously  damp, her pussy swollen from his ministrations, and she looked juicy  enough for him to eat. He thought for a moment and then grabbed the  bunched-up leggings at her knees and used them like a tether, hauling  her forward into his lap.

Her eyes flew open. "What-"

He turned her over and put a hand on her rounded little bottom. "I  think I'm going to spank you for the stunt you pulled today."

"I did that for love!"

"And I'm going to love spanking this plump little bottom of yours." He ran a hand over her buttocks.

She turned and gave him an arched-eyebrow glare. "Only if I get to spank you next for all the stunts you pulled."

That seemed fair to him.





Epilogue


Greer was adjusting the spray of baby's breath twined into her braid  when one of the tailors on hand at Gretchen's wedding handed her a note.

Meet me in the green study. It's important.-A

Hmm. Important? She wasn't sure if this was another one of Asher's  "let's pretend this is urgent information to get Greer to come make out  with me" notes or if there truly was something important. In the last  few months, the man had come to realize that she would always show up if  he sent her a note, no matter how busy she was, and he'd started to use  them for dirty, sexual things.

As if she'd complain?

She loved being the center of Asher's world. Her life was better now  than it had ever been, and she didn't know when she'd been so very  happy. Kiki had taken over renting Greer's small, sensible apartment  (with a discount, of course) as she went to culinary school, and that  had let Greer move in with Asher to his slightly bigger apartment. They  were looking for a new place, but between trying to find the perfect  location in the city and the perfect house for their baby, it was slow  going. That was fine. They still had a few weeks.

Greer tucked the note into the bodice of her empire-waisted gown and  hoisted herself out of her chair. She seemed to be more belly than body  lately, but Asher always made her feel beautiful. He loved everything  about their child and had been more excited than she was when it had  first started to move. He constantly came up with lists of names that he  wanted her to consider, and she was pretty sure he'd purchased a tiny  baseball bat and glove already. The man was so excited about their baby  that it made her glow with happiness.         

     



 

Smoothing her bluish-purple dress, Greer put a hand to her huge belly.  "I think I'm going to go take another pee break before it's time to go  down the aisle."

Next to her, Taylor was playing with the straightening iron on her  hair. She was dressed in a gown of the same pale color, but a different  cut. In the next room over, Gretchen was panicking at her sisters, as  she had been all morning. Some people got a slight case of bridal  nerves. Gretchen had a hurricane full of them. Taylor put down the iron  and started to get up. "You need someone to hold your skirts?"

"I'm good. If anyone comes looking for me, tell them I'll be back soon.  It's not like I can run away." She patted her belly and felt the baby  kick in return.

"Will do," Taylor said, and then frowned fiercely into the mirror as she tried to flat-iron a limp stray curl.

Greer slipped out and moved into the hallway. It was surprisingly  quiet, given that it was Gretchen and Hunter's wedding day and the  wedding itself was going to happen in less than an hour. Hundreds of  people had descended upon Buchanan Manor, but no one seemed to be in  this particular hall. Perfect. She vaguely remembered seeing a green  study several doors down. It wouldn't be downstairs-Asher was very  careful not to make Greer take stairs at this stage in her pregnancy.  She suspected in another week or so, he'd try to carry her everywhere.

The thought of him toting her heavily pregnant body around made her  smile, and she was still smiling as she pushed open the door to the  green study and saw her beloved standing there. "Got your note," she  announced.

He turned around, utterly gorgeous in his tuxedo, and took her breath  away. His hair was freshly cut and impeccably styled, and the cravat at  his neck outlined just how perfect his jaw was. God, she was a lucky  woman.

His eyes widened at the sight of her and he wiped his mouth. "Holy fuck, look at how beautiful you are."

"I'd twirl but it'd be more of a waddle," she told him, dragging a hand  through her voluminous skirts. Her dress was the pale bluish purple  that matched Gretchen's favorite Blue Girl roses and was made of a silky  material that skimmed her body like water. Her shoulders were bare and a  tight bodice kept her now-bountiful breasts in check. Her hair was  pulled into a long braid dotted with small flowers, and she had to  admit, there weren't a lot of days that she felt beautiful at eight  months pregnant, but today was one of those days.