Surprise Baby for my Billionaire Boss - Page 47

“You’re everything to me, my vixen.”

“You’re everything to me too, Cal,” I echoed, the joy thick in my voice.

“Now, do you need help getting naked to, ahem, read?”

I stood and slipped out of my dress. Winking at him, I added, “I’m at five months. I’m not an invalid.”

My dress fell to the floor, and I eased myself back onto the mattress, splaying myself out for him, giving him access to all that I was. To all he owned now that he had me. Would always have me.

Callum smirked again, a look that should have been illegal the world over and that, by rights, would have Interpol knocking down his door any day. When he did that, all I could ever answer was yes.

“Now, I’m going to make love to you.”

“Fuck me into next week?” I added cheekily.

Shaking his head, he stood and slipped out of his own clothes. I enjoyed the sight before me, the gorgeous lines of his abs and the hard planes of his hips. His length jutting free just for me, promising everything that was to come, its tip glistening with precum in the lamplight.

“No,” he said once he was undressed and leaning over me in bed. “I mean what I say, and I mean make love. I love you, Iris, and I always will. I love everything about you, and I want to show you right now, worship you as the goddess you are to me.”

“I’m not a goddess, not like that.”

“You’re everything,” he said. “My wife, my luv, my vixen.”

He lined up his hips with mine. It took a bit of effort. I wasn’t huge yet, but I was carrying more weight than usual and had to aim my body for just enough access. Eventually, even with the added pregnancy gymnastics, he found everything he needed. He slid into me in one fluid motion. After so many years, I was more than accustomed to his impressive girth, but the sensation was always new. It was always different to have his member buried deep inside me.

He slid in until our hips were pressed together.

Callum looked down at me, those blue eyes that looked like clear Arctic water regarding me. And I knew now that he could truly see into my soul, that he understood me and there was nothing I could hide from him. After the scares of my first pregnancy, there was nothing I did want to hide from him.

“I love you,” he said.

No matter how many times he said it, I loved hearing it. A large part of me needed to hear it. “I love you too. Now, please, Callum. I need you.”

“I live to please, my vixen.”

He started by pumping his hips slowly. It was such torture, that languid pace that barely made me feel anything, just a few shivers that sent my clit throbbing harder but added no real satisfaction. As he pistoned his hips, I raised mine toward him. Then Callum moved his head down toward my right nipple. Capturing my nipple in his mouth, he suckled it slowly.

I moaned and dug my fingernails into his back. “Please, I need more, so much more.”

He twisted his hips in a move that teased my clit and my g-spot but failed to make me come fully. Bastard was playing with me, and he knew he was. Usually, I loved the games, but I just wanted everything to be fast, to have the reward for our anniversary night.

“Faster? Do you want me to pump right into you, luv?”

“Hard as you can,” I replied, knowing it would still be softer than our usual nights because we were trying to be safe for the baby. But the games with the teasing speed just had to end.

He nodded and kissed my lips before returning his mouth to my left nipple this time, to where he could flick his tongue fast and furious over my nipple. Callum matched that rhythm with his pounding hips, moving so fast into me as I felt the arcs of electricity spark over my skin, flare out from my core. He continued as fast as he dared, his tongue laving at my breast, my thighs wrapping as best around him as I could, the amazing pressure and heat of his cock deep inside me.

He finally hit my g-spot for real and came first, shooting his seed deep inside me, and that was enough to make me detonate. The electricity that had been arcing over my skin was now a full riot of sparks and heat, as if I’d been struck by lightning. I came for what felt like hours—the one awesome side effect of pregnancy that I could name—and then fell to the pillow. Callum slipped out of me and pulled me into his arms.

Leaning his head toward me, he kissed my temple. “So, did I pass the final test, luv?”

“There’s no test. There’s nothing to probe at, no doubts. I’ve had over five happy years with you now, more than I ever thought I could imagine. There’s nowhere you could lead that I wouldn?

?t follow.”

“I feel the same way.” He reached down and stroked my rounded belly one more time. “God, you’re the sexiest when you’re like this, when it’s my son in your belly.”

“What are we going to call him?”

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