Eating Her Heart Out

I nodded. “Yup, this is important to me.”

“Fine,” he sighed. “I’ll help you find a position with someone trustworthy. You can give them two years of your brilliance, and then you’ll take everything you learned and put it to good use for me.”

Since two years seemed like a good compromise to me, I did a little victory dance on his lap before puckering my lips. “We should kiss to seal the deal.”

He shook his head. “Not so fast, baby. There’s one small caveat.”

“Okay,” I drawled, narrowing my eyes. “What is it?”

“Remember when we were texting about our siblings and how we both want to have a bigger family than we grew up with?” he asked.

“Uh-huh.”

His hand moved between our bodies to cup my belly. “If you get pregnant before the two years are up, you’re going to come work with me sooner. I’m going to want to experience it all with you, every step of the way. And the easiest way to do that is if we’re working side by side.”

“I want that, too.” I brushed my lips over his. “So you’ve got yourself a deal.”

Wrapping my legs around his waist, he growled, “If we’re going to seal this deal with a kiss, we can do a fuck of a lot better than that.”

He was right…we sealed it with mind-blowing orgasms instead.

Epilogue

Sawyer

“Sawyer Ward! You get your sexy butt in here right now!”

At the sound of my wife’s nearly hysterical yell, I tossed my suit coat on the bed and hurried to the master bath. “Baby? What’s wrong?”

She was sitting on the floor, leaning against our oversized jacuzzi tub, looking dazed and shocked.

“Katie?” I crouched down in front of her and reached for her hands, and that’s when I noticed she was clutching a small white stick. My brows shot up, and I began to grin, hoping it was what I thought it was. Gently, I pried the stick from her hand, and when I saw the two pink lines, my smile widened as far as it would go.

“Get that smug expression off your face, Sawyer!” Katie snapped. “Six months! I’ve only been at my new job for six months. And you went and knocked me up.”

I shrugged. I wasn’t going to apologize when I was over the moon about the news. And I hadn’t done it on purpose…just got lucky. Literally and figuratively.

“Looks like you’ll be coming to work for me a little sooner,” I quipped as I scooped her into my arms. Then I stalked over to the bed and carefully set her down.

She lifted up onto her elbows, which elevated her tits, distracting me from the conversation for a moment. “Sawyer!” she snapped, pulling my attention back to the discussion. “You said you’d give me two years to get experience in a new job.”

“I did say that,” I agreed, my eyes sweeping over my sexy wife. She liked to wear blouses and pencil skirts to her office, and it was sexy as fuck. Although I wasn’t super happy about the other men I knew were fantasizing about my naughty librarian. But that was an argument we could resume another time. I bent over and began unbuttoning her blouse as I continued, “We also agreed that if you wound up pregnant, you’d come work for me. I don’t recall you mentioning that I had to wait two years to make that happen.”

Katie’s eyes narrowed. “You didn’t.”

Shaking my head, I replied, “No, I didn’t.” I spread her shirt open, then licked my lips at the sight of her creamy mounds spilling out of her bra. No wonder they’d seemed fuller lately. “But I’m not going to pretend I’m not fucking ecstatic about the news.” I paused and gazed into her eyes. “Are you?”

Katie smiled, and I was relieved to see the joy in her expression when she said, “Of course I am. No matter the time or the place, I could never be unhappy to be carrying our child.” Then she sighed and loosened my tie. “I still don’t know how this happened, though.”

I dipped my head to allow her to remove it before smirking at her. “If you don’t know how it happened…”

“I meant because we were using protection, doofus,” she interrupted with a snort and a grin.

After our first explosive weekend together, I’d started to use condoms…most of the time. I climbed over her on the bed and dropped down, keeping most of my weight on my elbows as I dipped my head to place featherlight kisses over the tops of her breasts. “As I remember it,” I murmured, sliding my lips over her silky skin, “You were the one who dragged me into that supply closet and begged me to fuck you even though we didn’t have a condom.” Although, I certainly hadn’t put up a fight about it. “And on the back porch after we installed those privacy shades and in my office—”