The Billionaire's Unexpected Wife

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Ilay there in bed, staring at the ceiling. The night had gone as well as I could have hoped, but there was a restlessness inside of me that I couldn’t shake. I had tidied the house, relaxed as well as I could, taken a shower, but by the time I came to bed, I still felt as though there was something nagging at the back of my mind.

I didn’t know how long it would be until Kristo came back. He’d insisted on driving Jolene back down the road to her home. I hated to see her leave so much, but I knew it was the right thing. I couldn’t wait for the day when we wouldn’t have to take her back anywhere, when this would be her home, when we could have nights like this and I could stay up late talking with my sister when they were done. I wondered if she’d noticed the way I had that Darla and Cleo seemed to be really feeling each other. Kristo had mentioned that Cleo had dated girls in the past, but I hadn’t expected them to hit it off so completely and obviously. They were probably still out right now, enjoying a drink at some local bar. Or back at Darla’s place. I couldn’t help but grin at the thought. I’d never imagined I’d be any good at playing matchmaker, but maybe I should do it more often.

I heard the door open, and my heart leaped in my chest. Kristo was back. And suddenly, from the way my body reacted, I knew exactly what it was that had been keeping me in such an angsty state.

“Hey, babe,” he yawned as he walked into the room. The term of endearment made my heart skip a beat and I smiled at him, waving him over to the bed.

“You okay?” I asked. “Jolene get back all right?”

“Just fine,” he replied, pulling off his jacket. He was wearing a crisp blue shirt underneath, and it brought out his eyes perfectly. I wanted to rip it off him, but instead, I settled for moving behind him and beginning to massage his shoulders. He let out a groan as though that was exactly what he didn’t know he needed.

I worked into his shoulders with my thumbs as best as I could, trying to massage out the tension in his neck and upper body. He allowed me to do so for a few minutes before glancing at me with a smile on his face.

“You’re the pregnant one,” he pointed out. “Shouldn’t I be massaging you?”

“I’m sure you can find another way to make it up to me.” I leaned in and murmured in his ear, playing the seductress and stifling my urge to giggle.

“Oh, yeah?” He turned to me and cocked an eyebrow.

“If you’re not too tired,” I assured him.

“Never too tired for you,” he replied, and he guided my face down to his and our lips met. As soon as they did, that anxiousness evaporated like this was what my body had been craving all this time. Damn pregnancy hormones, making me hornier than I knew what do to with.

He guided me down to the bed and slid on top of me, parting my legs easily and running his fingers through my hair. I let out a sigh of relief, finally having him here with me the way I wanted. He grinned into the kiss and let one hand trace down my body, sketching the outline of my waist and my hips and my thighs.

“You look so good in that dress,” he murmured against my mouth. “It was hard to keep my hands off you the whole time.”

He moved his hand between my legs and eased my panties off, and my toes curled as I felt his fingers skim across the bare skin of my thighs. I could still feel him smiling against me, that cocky grin on his face as he guided me toward him once more, his mouth finding my neck and his lips caressing softly over my throat. He bared his teeth for a split second, and the frisson of danger as they dragged over my skin was almost too much to take.

“Mmm,” he purred as he moved his hand up between my legs once more. “You’re already wet.”

“Pregnancy hormones,” I shot back playfully.

“So nothing to do with me, then?” He ran two fingers down either side of my clit, pulling the skin taut and making me groan with need for him.

“Nothing at all,” I managed to reply, and that was all the encouragement he needed to prove his point; he plunged two fingers into me suddenly, catching me off-guard, the pleasure making my body writhe all at once. I clutched to him for dear life, hanging on to that crisp blue shirt as he began to fuck me with his fingers, going slow, taunting me.

“You feel so good,” he murmured into my ear. “And we don’t have to use a condom, remember?”

“Oh,” I groaned, arching my back up off the bed to encourage him deeper. He slowed his roll, torturing me with the promise of more. I wanted him inside of me, to feel him fuck me, but I knew he was going to play these games a lot longer before I got what I needed. Not that I was complaining.

He shifted his hand so that the heel was brushing lightly against my clit, and I closed my eyes and tipped my head back helplessly beneath him. He was going to make me come before he fucked me. He always did as though reminding me that he could make me come just like that, however he wanted and whenever too. And I might have protested that kind of arrogance if it hadn’t totally been true.

“Fuck, Kristo,” I panted, as he traced his fingers over my exposed neck.

“I like it when you say my name,” he murmured, and I moved my hand over his chest, beginning to unbutton his shirt. I looked him dead in the eyes, reclaiming a little of that control for myself.

“Kristo,” I repeated again, letting the word play on my tongue for a moment. He whipped the shirt off, grinned, and kissed me again, harder than before. With his tongue in my mouth and his fingers in my pussy, I felt my body begin to tremble, the tension that had been building all day long on the brink of giving in at last.

And then, it hit me. The pleasure rushed through me like a gasp of air, my pussy clenching around his fingers as I came. I opened and closed my mouth in wordless ecstasy, but even as the orgasm hit me, I knew I needed more.

He stripped me down swiftly, tossing aside his own pants and boxers, and laid down on top of me carefully, so as not to put too much weight on me. I ran my nails over his back, loving the feel of his muscles beneath my fingers. Hell, if this was what the rest of pregnancy was going to be like, then you could count me in, nausea or no nausea.

“You look so beautiful right now,” he murmured, and I kissed him, starving for his touch, his mouth, for anything I could get.

“I need you inside me, Kristo.” I repeated his name once more, and as though it was a charm, he obliged. Sliding between my legs, he parted my thighs and took his cock in his hand. I had a momentary panic about us not using a condom, but then I remembered what he’d mentioned earlier. We wouldn’t need one now that I was pregnant. Skin on skin, together with no barrier between us at last. I ran my hands over his neck and his shoulders, and he looked deeply into my eyes as he guided himself into me.