Stone (Obsessed Alpha 1)

The second he tells me to kiss the bride, I spin her into my arms, cup the back of her neck with one hand and kiss her uncontrollably. She’s mine.

I groan, pressing her firmly against me. It’s the officiant’s cough that returns my sense of decency to me.

Epilogue

Demi

Two months later

I drop my head down on the desk and let the smooth wood catch my moans. “Fuck, you’re so damn wet, Sweets.” Stone’s buried his face in my pussy from behind.

“Your fault, Mr. Harding,” I pant out.

“My pleasure. I love how wet you are for your husband. Now, get ready to give me your release.” He pumps his fingers into me while his tongue rolls over my clit until I break.

“I’m coming,” I cry out. My hands slam onto the desk, bracing myself from the orgasm that starts at my core and radiates through my body. Just as I’m coming down, Stone thrusts his cock into me in one smooth motion, extending my orgasm.

“Fuck, you’re making me come too soon.”

“I’m sorry,” I lie. He knows I’m not sorry. I love when he comes from eating my pussy. Talk about power.

“You’re never sorry.”

“What can I say? I love when you lose yourself because of me.”

“Always, and only for you.” He kisses the back of my neck, then pulls out of me. I feel our releases spill out of me, so I close my legs, wanting to keep him on me. I love it.

He slides my panties up because even though he likes me ready for him, the thought of someone else catching a glimpse of my pussy would drive him nuts.

“Now, sir, I have to get back to my desk. I have a meeting to prepare for.” He rolls his eyes at me because I’m due to give him a presentation of my latest ad campaign ideas for a client.

“I think you prepared pretty nicely,” he growls against my ear.

“Oh, hush. Kiss me and behave.”

“I’m always well behaved. I believe it was you coming in here starting trouble that got you bent over the desk.”

“I did no such thing,” I deny, pretending to be innocent.

“Liar. I’m proud of you, though.”

“Well, I’ve got something to make you even prouder, Daddy.”

He stares at me for a minute as he puzzles out what I said. When it hits him, he gasps and his sexy mouth parts with light eyes widening. “Daddy? Are you telling me what I think you’re telling me?”

“Yes, Mr. Harding, you’re going to be a daddy—in eight months.” We didn’t get pregnant during our first few weeks, but I missed my next period and took a test this morning.

He reaches over and hits his assistant’s line on the phone. “Move this morning’s meeting with the design team back an hour.”

“Yes, sir,” Damon says. My hubby was smart enough not to hire another female assistant.

“So now that we’ve gotten that taken care of…come here, wife.”

Stone

Ten years later

“Stone!” Demi shouts my name. I hear a giggle come from my three-year-old. Shit, this can’t be good. This little girl is a super troublemaker.

“Andy, what did you do?” I ask as she rushes up to me.

“She stole my pen,” Demi complains, entering the room behind Andrea. My sweet, little terror laughs as she hides between my legs.

“Hey, it’s better than the last time.” She knocked her laptop on the floor, smashing the screen. Our tech guy was able to save the contents of her hard drive, but she lost a day’s worth of work and a two-thousand-dollar laptop.

Andy has got me wrapped around her finger, but mommy is still my number one female, and I got her a new laptop within two hours and kept the little one out of her hair for the whole day.

I bend down and hug my girl, “Andy, where is mommy’s pen?”

“Poopies,” she answers.

“Oh no,” Demi sighs, leaving the room to check the nearest bathroom. She’s working from home these days. It’s not so bad since the three boys are in school during the day, but Andrea loves to give mommy a run for her money. I’ve asked her to help out the team with a new design for a particular client, and it’s due for client approval in a week.

“You know that it’s not nice.” I attempt to scold her, but she’s too damn cute, and I hate hurting her feelings.

“I know. I sorry.” Tears well up in her little blue eyes.

I lift her up in my arms and ask, “Why did you put it in the toilet?”

“Stuffy.”

“She dropped her rabbit stuffy in the toilet,” Demi sighs, entering the room again.

“Ahh. Were you fishing him out?”

“Yeah.” She nods proudly.

“Okay. Next time ask mommy or daddy for help.”

“Okay.”

“Now go run and play nice,” I tell her. “And stay away from mommy’s things.” She nods and skips from the room.

“I need to wash her doll, but the pen is ruined,” Demi mutters.