I’d received a work call during dinner and had to excuse myself. Our company had taken a pretty direct hit when the picture of us had been splashed across the papers. Then, someone inside my organization leaked my plans for the restructure to the board and they went apeshit. Most of them had walked, taking all of our bigger clients with them.
My first instinct had been to scramble and save the crumbling empire, but during a conversation with Jade, she asked me what it was my father and I loved about the company. Mulling over my answer, I realized it was because he and I had built and developed the product together.
My father had left all of the patents to me in his will. So, I dissolved the company and started a research facility instead. I returned to where I belonged, in the lab, improving the technology instead of peddling it. After two years, we had a break through and we were approached with a government contract. I hired a CEO, to run the business side of things, and continued to keep being “the mad scientist,” as Jade liked to call me. I liked to think my dad would be happy with where my career had taken me, and even more so with the state of my personal life.
When I finished my call, Jade had already put our son to bed and I knew she’d planned to take a bath. Our room was still and empty when I entered it, but there was light coming from under the bathroom door. Assuming she was still soaking in the tub, I hurried to set everything as I wanted it in order to seduce my wife into agreeing to whatever I wanted. I had a decent track record of making her scream yes when something was important to me.
I set the baby monitor on the dresser, put out candles and soft music, turned down the bed, and retrieved my secret weapon from the kitchen, setting it on the table next to the bed. After everything was just right, I changed into a pair of pajama pants and knocked on the bathroom door.
“Sweetheart?”
“I’m about done in here, Lucas. I’ll be out in a minute.”
She sounded relaxed instead of angry. Excellent.
I walked back to the bed and was about to open my package when I heard the door creak. Turning around, I stumbled back at the overwhelming sight in front of me.
Jade was wearing a white, lacy thong, glittery white pasties, thigh highs, and silver “fuck me” heels. She placed a hand high up on either side of the door jam, her hip popped out, and her head cocked to the side so her long, platinum hear cascaded down the side of her body. The rounded bump of her stomach only added to the appeal of her look. She smiled seductively and my balls tightened. Relax boys.
“You look amazing, sweetheart,” I rasped as I wandered toward her.
Her green eyes swept down over her outfit pensively. “You don’t think I look like a stripper?”
I choked out a laugh at her comment, remembering how I’d assumed she was an exotic dancer the first time we met because of her looks and her name.
“Was that the look you were going for?” I asked as I stopped right in front of her.
She shimmied a little as she brushed past me, the heavy globes of her tits bouncing. Stopping, she looked back over her shoulder, gazing at me through lowered lashes.
“Would you like a private dance, Mr. St. James?”
I smiled and made my way to a small couch in the sitting area, getting settled before gesturing for her to go ahead.
I knew her game, and I was determined to win, but I couldn’t help testing the limits of my control by letting her play her hand a little longer. She began to move with the music, slow and sensual, her body like liquid sex.
I was tempted to check for drool, but I managed to keep my cool, barely. “If this is a ploy to get me to change my mind about the name Ruby, you can forget it, wife,” I growled. Her eyes widened innocently and it was so fucking sexy, I snapped.
I stalked toward her and carefully tossed her on the bed. After stripping us both, I wasted no time thrusting inside her. We moaned in unison as heat rushed between us, getting hotter with every drive of my cock into her tight pussy.
“This doesn’t mean you’ve won, sweetheart,” I whispered in her ear before nipping at the lobe, feeling her shiver.
My hands slid up her arms to her wrists, holding them above her head and my head dipped to taste her nipples. Jade’s tits were her downfall when she was pregnant. I’d finally completed my experiment and had discovered that I could, in fact, make her come just from playing with her nipples.
Her knees bent and she squeezed my hips between her thighs, the walls of her pussy attempting to milk my orgasm from me before I was ready. Leaving her wrists in one hand, I brought the other down to spank her ass as I bit lightly on one little peak. She gasped and arched, forcing me even deeper.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” I grunted, picking up speed. Damn it. I was losing every shred of control. But, I wouldn’t concede victory, not yet.
My hand slipped between us to pet her swollen little clit as my mouth descended on hers. After a thorough kiss, I inclined my head so my mouth brushed her ear when I spoke. “I love you,” I cooed as I pinched her clit and thrust hard.
Any thoughts of being the victor went flying when she exploded around me and it set off my own orgasm. I shouted her name and pumped into her with every shockwave as they washed over me.
Later, after we’d returned to earth, I leaned against the headboard with Jade on my lap, feeding her spoonfuls of the chocolate mousse I’d originally brought up to torture her with.
“I named Jonathan after you and your father, Lucas Jonathan St. James!” she argued as we continued our debate about names.
“And, I want to name my baby girl, Ruby, like her mother, Jade, because you are both my most precious gems,” I purred.
Cheesy, yes. And yet, I waited, and then I heard it, the little sniff. I grinned widely, certain I’d won.
“Lucas?” She asked softly.
“Hmmm?”
“Did you picture me in an outfit like the one from tonight when we first met?”
I shrugged, scooping out the last of the dessert and feeding it to her. “I suppose a picture of something like it flashed in my head when I heard your name.”
She swallowed and leaned against me, dropping her head back to meet my eyes. “And what do you suppose other men will picture when they look at your daughter, who will most likely look a lot like me, and are introduced to Ruby St. James.”
I froze. Well, fuck.
She smiled with smug satisfaction at the look on my face. “I win.”
I grumbled but had no argument.
“Maybe we’ll use it for her middle name.”
Jade laughed heartily and patted the side of my face sympathetically.
“Babe, it doesn’t really matter what her name is, if she looks much like me, they’ll be picturing it anyway.”
The absolute and complete horror I felt at the moment must have been clear on my face because Jade scrambled to her knees and faced me.
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“Fuck, no,” I croaked. “No girls. Tell the doctor to change it. We can only have boys.”
Jade’s concern quickly dissolved into another fit of laughter and I glared at her.
“You sound just like Bailey’s husband, Wyatt.” She rolled her eyes and started clearing things off of the bed while I calmed down.
She urged me to slip down so I was laying on my back and she curled herself into me, yawning.
“I mean it, Jade. After this one, boys only.”
She sighed. “Okay, Lucas. But that means no more getting pregnant, so we won’t be having sex anymore.”
“What the fuck?” I roared, jackknifing up and knocking Jade off of my chest.
She fell into a puddle of giggles at my reaction.
“Oh, babe. You should see the look on our face.”
I did not find her joke the least bit funny. “It’s not something you joke about, Jade.”
“Relax, lover boy,” she said as she snuggled into her pillow.
My eyes narrowed as I stared at her voluptuous body. I felt the overw
helming need to prove it was no joking matter.
Tossing her pillow and blanket away, I attacked her with the sole purpose of making sure she would never ever, even consider the idea of being deprived of the pleasure I could bring her.
By the time I was done, we both collapsed on the bed, sweaty, practically comatose.
“You’re right,” she panted. “I couldn’t live without it.”