Not Daddy Material (Billionaire's Contract Duet 2)

“I won’t apologize for that,” she teased. “This is what you’ve done to me.” She led my fingers under her dress and I grazed the edge of her panties. She was soaking wet. I moved the fabric and she moaned through her teeth.

I couldn’t believe how hot and ready she was. I would fuck her in the car, except it was only a five-minute drive. We needed this night. I knew we did.

A lot had happened since we returned to Newton Hills. I’d never been through intense emotional shit like I had with Evie. It fucking terrified me to think I could destroy her. It scared me more to try to live without her. Tonight was about putting everything back together. It was about defining who we were now.

“I need you tonight, Jer,” she whispered in my ear. Her pussy called to my fingers. I pushed them inside her. “Oh God,” she groaned. “Yes.”

I smiled. My wife was so fucking perfect.

I saw the driver’s eyes dart to the mirror. Evie was ripe with lust. It was spilling from her body. I wanted to devour her. I kissed her roughly, while she clenched my fingers with her powerful walls. Fuck. She was going to be needy tonight. That was ok. I was in an overly generous mood. I wanted to make her more satisfied than she had ever been. I wanted her to wake up feeling like I had filled her so completely, she’d never forget our night together.

“You’re not waking up a virgin,” I whispered in her ear.

“I know.” She bit my lip.

The car came to a halt. The upstairs lights were on in the townhouse.

I tipped the driver. “Thanks, man.”

I pulled Evie from the car and we walked inside. I kicked the boxes out of our way as we tore up the stairs. I threw my tie on the banister and my vest somewhere on the floor. Evie kicked off her high heels and shimmied the panties down her legs.

She stopped in front of the bed. “I need help with the zipper.” She breathed.

I shook my head. “Oh no.” I curled my hand under the beading, cupping her wet heat. “I take it off, when I want it off.”

She bit her lip. “I think I need more wine,” she whimpered.

“I bought a bottle of Malbec just for this. You know how much I loved drinking it from your pussy.”

“Will you?” she whispered.

“I’ll be right back with the wine. We don’t need glasses.” I jogged down the stairs.

I searched the kitchen for a wine opener. All the utensils were packed, and I didn’t have time to search the boxes. My cock was hard as steel. I wasn’t about to break the end of the bottle off and risk shards of glass ruining the wine. Fuck. I looked around, opening and closing drawers.

I remembered Evie kept candles in the hall bath. Maybe she had something I could use for the cork. I flipped on the light and looked under the sink. I pulled on the drawer. It was stupid, but could I burn the cork off? She had at least five lighters in here.

And then my heart stopped. It fucking stopped beating in my chest.

I dropped the Malbec. It rolled on the rug next to my feet.

“Evie!” I shouted.

I ran. I sprinted up the stairs. I took them two and three at a time.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” She sat on the edge of the bed.

I swallowed hard. My heart hammered. I could hear my pulse thumping in my ears.

I held the white stick toward her.

“Evie, you’re pregnant.”

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Evie

Jeremy shoved the stick in my face. It was so close I couldn’t distinguish one pink line from the other. All I knew was that there was pink on that stick.