He grabbed me anyway and gave me a kiss that left my lips tingling. “You can fix it when I’m done.”
Then I wrapped my arms around his head. “We can call this practice for the Mr. and Mrs. kiss at the end.” I felt him growing hard against me. I pulled away and shook a finger at him. “None of that right now.”
His brow arched before he slipped a finger under the choker and tugged a little. “You wanted me hard on that dais.”
My answering grin was wicked. “Did it work?”
“You know it did.” He pulled me firmly against him.
“I do. It’s the reason I married you. For your body, not your money,” I teased then bit my lip for what I was about to say. “So don’t go getting a dad bod on me.”
Confusion furrowed his brows. “Dad bod? Why would I get a—”
He stepped back and looked at my belly, the same as Bailey and I had minutes ago. When he came forward, his hand carefully touched my stomach.
“You’re pregnant?”
Lips between my teeth, I nodded while holding my breath.
“Shit. When? How?”
“You know how,” I said on a nervous laugh, still not sure how he was handling the news. “The when, not long ago. I woke up puking this morning. When I told Bails, she reminded me I didn’t drink much last night.” I hadn’t wanted the hangover. “She insisted I take a test and brought it. I just found out myself.” I waited for him to speak. “Well? Are you happy? I know it’s a shock, but when Griffin’s people don’t pack your birth control and your husband is a horny bastard—”
“Me?” he asked with an upward curl to his lips. “You couldn’t keep your hands off my dick.”
“It is a pretty dick, I must admit. And since we were fucking without a condom I might add, things like pregnancies happen,” I said in a rush because he’d yet to say how he felt.
He cupped my cheeks. “I don’t know if I’ll be a good dad.”
“You’ll be an amazing dad.”
“Maybe. But I can’t wait to have a little spitfire daughter just like you running around our house.”
We’d rented out my apartment, which was fine. I was still a little spooked about living there. I would have sold it, but he convinced me real estate was a solid investment. We were currently living in his place in Manhattan. He’d given me carte blanche to redecorate.
“That would be a future biker King son,” I said. “Because there can be only one princess in this family.”
His sexy smirk had me wet all over again. “And there can be only one King.” He held my gaze, a smile on his face. “A boy and a girl.”
I grimaced. “Not at the same time.”
“Why not?”
“When you get a vagina, you can pop out two in one day,” I said, laughing the entire time.
He kneeled and slowly pushed up the fabric of my dress.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“You brought up your vagina.” His hand reached the apex of my thighs. “And you’re wet for me. Not to mention you’re wearing the collar. You want to play.” He stood with mounds of fabric in his hands. “Turn around and hang on to the back of the sofa.”
Without question, I turned because he’d called it right. I had worn the collar to bait him into doing something like this.
“What about the door?” I asked, knowing I was breaking the rules.
He slapped my ass. Not to hurt. He had a way of using his hands, floggers, and whips to turn me on, not off. “That was a warning. But I’ll answer your question this time. You like the idea of getting caught. Don’t you?”
Okay, so maybe I had learned I was a little into exhibitionism. I hadn’t crossed the line of actually letting people watch, but the idea that someone could see definitely turned me on—along with light bondage, discipline, dominance, and submission. I didn’t think I’d ever be into heavy masochism, but to each his own.
“Yes,” I said as there was a knock on the door.
The wedding coordinator said, “Five minutes,” at the same time Connor penetrated my core. I moaned loudly. I couldn’t help myself. Connor placed a hand over my mouth.
“Okay,” the coordinator said, “I’ll give you an extra five.”
“Fuck, you’re dripping for me,” Connor said.
I bit my lip, trying to fight crying out. I took his hand and put it to my throat. Only his hand slipped away as I felt an orgasm coming on. “We can’t while you’re pregnant.”
It was too late to respond before my muscles began to contract. I imagined him squeezing my throat. Always the right pressure. The man was a master at playtime. I was totally going to miss this for the next nine months. Though I had my lips compressed as the orgasm took over, my moan was loud. I went spiraling over the edge as he clamped a hand lightly over my mouth. “Everyone will here.” He thrust a few more times coming deep inside me.