He tugged my hand until I had no choice but rise from my chair and climb into his lap.
“You are important. And what we’re doing is important.” He kissed my neck and I sighed. If the staff looked out the floor to ceiling windows they would see us.
“Nic,” I protested.
“Did you have fun on the jet today, Miss DuBois?” he asked gruffly.
“Which part are you asking about?” I played coy.
He pinched my bottom lip between his fingers. “When we came at thirty-thousand feet. I think you came twice.”
I blushed. “Three times?”
He smacked me on the bottom. “Today has been incredible.” He kissed me slowly. “We’re going to have a baby, aren’t we?”
I nodded. My body was quivering for him. I wanted him inside me now. “Yes,” I whispered.
“How long until dinner is ready?” he asked.
I looked through the windows at the crew in the kitchen. There were plates on the wooden island.
“Maybe five minutes,” I answered.
He reached to his zipper. “Then fuck me fast.”
“Nic, you can’t—”
But he freed his cock and slid my panties to the side. An instant rush of heat swept through my legs.
“I said fuck me.”
His eyes glowered and I trembled. I lowered myself as he pushed inside me with a sudden fullness. I was sore and swollen. Every thrust was filled with fire and pain. I rode the blinding white light until I knew I was going to come hard.
I started to pant when his fingers moved to my clit.
“Come hard on my cock, dirty princess,” he groaned. “Come with that sweet wet pussy of yours.”
God, his dirty words did something to me. I moaned through one last jerk of my hips as the climax unlocked the electricity in my core. I muffled a cry in his shoulder as my body convulsed around him.
“You’re so fucking hot, baby.” He grunted again and again. “And you’re going to have my baby. I love fucking you.” His release shot inside me as I ground my hips into him.
“Ohh,” I moaned. “Ohh, yes.”
Nic kissed me and smiled. “I love you.”
I took his face with my hands. “I love you too.”
“Let’s eat so we can get in bed. It’s been a long day.”
I wiggled backward, feeling the empty feeling when his cock slid from my body. I straightened my panties under my skirt and stood. I looked up. No one in the kitchen had even looked in our direction. I was tempted to try it again. My hormones were in overload with baby talk. It was like they were on their own adrenaline program. All I could think about was having sex and making a baby with Nic. It was wildly romantic and erotic at the same time. I never imagined we would be at this place together in our relationship.
We had our own language. Our own intimate secret. And it was making me wild with desire every time he looked at me. So wild I wanted to give him everything he wanted. I couldn’t think of ever denying him. He needed to know that.
I yanked on his arm before we walked in the beach house.
“What is it, princess?” he asked.
I looked in his eyes. “I’ve made a decision about something. I’ve thought a lot about it.”