Queen in Lingerie (Lingerie 4)

“Trying to see if I’m showing.”

He stopped behind me and placed his hand over my stomach. His hands were twice as big as mine and easily covered my entire tummy. His fingertips were rough from poking himself with needles for the last decade. “I can tell.”

“You can?”

“Not by much. Just a little.”

“Do you think people will notice at the show?” I placed my hand over his.

“I hope they do.” He rested his chin on my head and looked at my stomach in the mirror. His fingers gently brushed across the skin, feeling the little bump that no one else could distinguish. “Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?”

“No idea.”

“They say mothers just know.”

“Well, I don’t know the baby well enough to take a guess.”

“You will soon enough.”

“What do you think it is?” I asked.

“Not sure. My family line has produced more boys than girls, so maybe a boy.”

“Mine is about even. Do you want a son?”

“Yes,” he admitted. “I do want a son. But I want a daughter too.”

My eyes shifted up to his face, feeling the sweet surprise erupt in my veins. “You want another one…?”

His eyes met mine in the mirror. “Yes. Can’t just have one, right?”

“I just…I figured that conversation would happen much later.”

“Well, Carter and I are nearly identical in age, so it’s made us really close. Vanessa and I are seven years apart. She and I have a good relationship, but if we were closer to the same age, we would have experienced more together. So, I always thought if I had one child, I would immediately have another.”

“So, you want to have another baby right away?” I asked, my eyebrow rising.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

I had been terrified to tell him I was pregnant in the first place, and now he was talking about having another baby. Perhaps that time apart was the best thing for us. He had wanted to avoid sharing his life with someone, keeping his commitment to his bachelor life and his work. But now that he couldn’t live without me, his priorities changed. “I wouldn’t mind that.” It would be a lot of sleepless nights, but I was still happy to start my own family. I didn’t have anyone once my brother died, and now I could start over.

“Good.” He walked to the bed and set his alarm on his phone. His sweatpants and boxers came off before he got into bed. He’d been back at the office for the last week while I stayed home with Vanessa. His show was this Saturday, so he couldn’t afford to stop. He lay in bed then folded his hands under his head.

I got into bed beside him, feeling at peace now that everything was over. No one was chasing me anymore. Vanessa was safe. Conway wasn’t pissed at me because I was pregnant. His family was happy about it. Everything was going well.

He studied my face, his handsome expression soft.

“What?” I whispered.

“I’m just looking at you.”

“You look at me a lot.”

“And you look at me a lot,” he countered.

“Well, there’s a lot to look at…” My hand touched his chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath the warm skin. I’d never seen a man so beautiful. Nox was a handsome man, but he didn’t get my heart beating the way Conway did. No one did.

“I’m glad my sister is staying with us and getting better, but I look forward to the day she leaves.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do. She’s hogging you.”

“I like spending time with her. She’s my friend, not just your sister.”

He released a sigh under his breath. “I don’t like you having friends.”

“You want me to be lonely forever?”

“No. You have me.” His hand moved to my stomach. “You have a family.”

“Are you going to be jealous too when I spend more time with the baby than you?”

“As long as I’m there too, no.” His hand moved down and played with the strings of my panties. He felt the lace in his fingertips before he pulled it over my hip. He gripped the material with his large hand and then tugged it over my ass and then down my legs. He moved closer to me on the bed, moaning quietly before he even had me. He must have felt the wetness in my panties with his fingertips, the sign that I’d wanted him for the last thirty minutes.

He moved on top of me and welcomed himself between my legs. His long cock pressed against my wet folds, moving through them slowly. When he held his heavy physique on top of me, his biceps tightened and the other muscles flexed and popped with veins. He tilted his hips and pressed the crown of his cock inside me, meeting the moisture that already started to pool for him. Then he slid inside, inching all the way until every bit was buried inside me.