CHAPTER329
God damn you, Carrero.
I’ve managed to convince both girls to have a celebratory ‘I’m having a baby’ night. Jake should’ve been flying home today so I arranged it for this evening. Sarah’s fully on board and up to speed with all that is the ‘Leila and Daniel’ show. Marcus is even invited to tag along with the men. Fortunately, he works most evenings at a bar in Queens, so Jake and Daniel are going to be a duo tonight. Leila doesn’t seem to suspect a thing when I called her at lunch while shopping.
“That is in no way some sort of verbal agreement or compromise, Mr. Carrero.” I huff and get a little pouty as he smiles at me, his mouth lightly coming in to trail my neck near my jawline. His hot warm breath sending shivers in every direction and his voice takes on the severe husky low tone that always drives me wild for him.
“We’ll see.”
Oh, no you don’t. My words. Not yours.
“No, we won’t.” I turn my face away from him as
though I’m completely unaffected by the way his mouth is seducing me; my body is literally brimming with horniness right now.
“Annoying … isn’t it? Those few little words?” He nibbles my ear lobe and I sigh, relaxing into what he’s doing because it feels good, the way he lowers his groin into me, slowly and gently rocking over me. My eyes snap open.
“Oh no, you don’t. Mr. Sexpertize! You are not bending my will with this.” I know exactly what he’s doing, and he chuckles in the most annoyingly young way, like a young boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Smart bastard!
“We both know I can,” and he can, it’s true. I can’t think straight with the infernal body rubbing going on. I know I should stop what he’s doing but all my resolve is fading into nothing with his pressed to mine and those hands skimming me seductively.
Jesus.
“No. No. NO!” I try for pushing, my hands meeting his unmovable hard chest muscles, he doesn’t budge an inch. I want this night out to relax and let my hair loose, Hunter and Leila drama aside. I’m really looking forward to doing something sociable and glamorous.
Okay, who are you? Where is Emma?
What the hell does he bench press? Freakin yaks or something?! For God’s sake! Wow.
“You’re pregnant.” He says as though it’s the only answer in the world which should matter.
“Yes. Pregnant, not disabled, or dying, or incapable.” I point out, trying again with the pushing, getting nowhere.
“Fragile.” He says a little more forcefully.
“Please. I’m not that goddamn fragile. It doesn’t stop you maneuvering me into kinky positions pounding into me at your heart’s content when the moment overtakes you.” I point out.
“That’s a hell of a lot different. I’m always conscious of how I lay my hands on you and how I’m fucking you.” He frowns at me and shows me his deadly serious glare. He really does remain aware of little tadpole, even during sex? My heart flutters a little.
Okay that is unbelievably sweet … despite his use of that
vulgar word.
I roll my eyes and sigh.
“I need you to loosen the reigns a little and stop saying ‘fucking’. I’m not asking to go out without you, just stop smothering me so protectively. You’re driving me insane with this. I mean that poor doctor looked like he was afraid for his life.” I attempt to get my arms into a chest fold but he’s too close, so I end up just slumping them down beside my head on each side.
“Good, he should’ve been. If he had the urge to touch you one more time, I was going to…” I cover his mouth with my hands.
“…That’s what I mean! He was feeling my stomach, like he’s supposed to, not feeling me up. You never once noticed that I was letting an actual man touch me without wanting you to rip his throat out. I was very proud of myself that I could accept he was just doing his job and not being some sleazy leech. If I can accept that then you can too.” I smile triumphantly, feeling a little courageous.
“I changed your doctor,” he says it in such a deadpan way that I literally choke on disbelief. I guess that’s why I haven’t received any follow up appointments yet. Although to be fair I already knew this was coming because of his call straight after our appointment.
“Why?” I pretend to sound stern. I’m really not though.
He narrows his eyes at me and sighs, rolling off me onto his back, staring at the ceiling, looking guilty as hell, arms bent at the elbow, crossed over at his forehead.
“Because I’m still a jealous dickhead. I got you a woman instead.” He throws an arm over his face and looks a bit remorseful, in a sexy ‘bossy little shit’ kind of way.
I know I should be angry at him. I know I should be throwing all sorts of stroppy tantrums but right now I just want to kiss him, so I start to giggle. Giggling turns into laughter at the realization that I’m stuck with this man child who can be so suave and confident one minute, then this insecure impulsive little boy the next.
“I didn’t think you would find it funny. I was so sure you’d be pissed so I was hoping to just spring her on you.” I nudge him in the ribs. If he wanted to do that then he shouldn’t have openly called for a list of female GYN’s in front of me.
“She better not be prettier than me!” I laugh at the absurdity of the two of us, and he relaxes then laughs too.
“Fuck, no baby. No woman will ever take your beauty queen crown … Are we always going to be like this?” He turns on his side and leans on his elbow, propping himself over me, his free hand coming to cup my abdomen possessively, splaying his palm out flat, covering our baby.
“Probably. I mean maybe we won’t be as bad the longer we’re together, but I don’t think I’m capable of not being a little bit jealous about other women lusting over you.” I smile hopelessly as he leans in and kisses me softly.
“And I’ll never want to stop beating the shit out any man who dares to touch you, baby.” He smirks at me and I sigh.
“We’re perfect for each other,” I giggle as his hand trails my face, tracing my features slowly.
“I’ve been telling you that since the day you met me.” He winks and leans down for another passion fueling kiss. His mouth molding so deliciously to mine, tongue teasing me into complete submission.
“Want to spend the day in bed letting me show you all the ways in which we’re perfect for one another?” He smirks wickedly, and my body heats up almost instantly. He should know by now that lately I never turn that down.
“So long as I’m not late for meeting Leila tonight. We have a couple of friends to sort out.” I giggle as that adoring hand moves from my abdomen to my inner thighs, sliding slowly up under my robe, arching as he connects with me divinely."
