Page 104 of Forbidden Boss (Manhattan Billionaires)

“Shut up and kiss me, Rome,” I said, because I couldn’t take the pain in his eyes, and I felt like I was dying from the few inches of distance between us.

He didn’t have to be told twice. Rome crushed his lips to mine and wrapped me in his arms. I parted my lips on a sigh and his tongue slid against mine, sending a shiver coursing down my spine. He tasted like home, like love, like happiness.

And he’d come here forme.

“You’re not mad I didn’t tell you right away?” I asked, breathless, between kisses.

“I didn’t deserve to know,” he said, dropping to his knees in front of me. He pulled my shirt up over my bump to kiss the slight swelling, framing my stomach with his broad hands. “I didn’t deserve that courage from you. Not after I already pushed you away.”

I combed my fingers through his hair, only realizing tears were falling from my eyes when one landed on the back of my palm. His hair was cool and silky, a contrast to the rasp of his stubble against my stomach. He pressed his cheek to my skin and sighed before glancing up at me.

“Never again, Nikki,” he said, solemn. “I’ll never put you second. I’ll never make you feel small. I’ll never make you question whether I’m here for you, and you above all others.”

My breath caught, vision blurring with tears. But there was one thing I had to ask, even though the answer was obvious. “And you want the baby?”

Rome let out a soft breath and stood. He put his thumb on my chin and tilted it up to capture my gaze, his other hand wiping the tears from my cheek. “Nikki, I’ve wanted to put a baby inside you since the first time we slept together.” His grin was rueful. “It scared the shit out of me, but it’s true. I’m in love with you,” he added simply, “and I’ll do anything for you and our child. Yes, I want the baby. But I want you more.”

I softened against him, hooking my arms around his shoulders. “I’m in love with you too,” I told him, a tremulous smile on my lips. “That feels good to say.”

“Damn right it does,” he growled. I yelped as he picked me up, striding across the apartment to the bedroom. “I love you, Nikita Jordan. And I’m never letting you go.”

I laughed as he placed me down on the bed, propping himself up above me before laying a soft kiss on my lips. “I like the sound of that,” I told him, then curled my hands into his lapels and brought him down to my mouth once more.

The groan that came from Rome undid me. Heat curled deep in my core, and I spread my knees to let him nestle between them, loving the weight of his hips against mine.

He lifted his torso off, brows drawn. “I don’t want to crush the baby.”

I grinned. “Guess I’ll be on top.”

Rome huffed, then shuffled down, dragging my sweatpants with him. “First, this,” he said as he put his mouth to my core.

I arched on the bed, a gasp escaping my lips. I shoved my fingers through his hair and ground on his lips as Rome groaned, spreading my legs wide so he could feast on me properly.

I came just a few moments after he put his fingers inside me, a bright, intense orgasm that left me panting. Then a frantic energy captured us both, and articles of clothing were flying across the room as we rushed to get naked. I straddled Rome’s hips and placed my palms on his bare chest, unable to stop smiling down at him.

Happiness fizzed in my veins, ramping my need for him higher. His hands bracketed my hips, thumbs stroking the edge of my bump.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, eyes on mine for a moment before they dropped to my breasts, my stomach. His hands stroked up my sides, exploring the new curves of my body, and I believed him. I felt beautiful in my changing body. I loved the way he stroked the new contours of it, the shape of my stomach, my swollen breasts.

Impatience nipped at me, even though I could tell Rome would be happy to stroke my skin for an eternity. I lifted myself up and reached between us, stroking the hard length of him. He groaned, hands squeezing on my breasts as I lined his cock up with my entrance.

“Nikki—”

I dropped myself down onto him and rocked. Rome gasped, eyes flying open, hands dropping to my hips. Pleasure splintered through me at the feel of him inside me, skin to skin, the length of him stretching me deliciously.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, one hand clamping on my hip while the other slid to my stomach. I expected him to reach for my clit, but he kept his hand on my bump, stroking softly while his hips rolled into mine. Our movements became deeper, more languid, and I leaned forward to prop my hands on his chest.

“I love you,” he said, happiness suffusing his features. “I love you so much. Love your body. Love the baby you’re growing for us. Love the life we’ll have together.” With every sentence, he thrust up from under me a little deeper, until I whined and gasped atop him, clinging to his shoulders as heat wound deep in my core.

“Rome,” I gasped, grinding my hips into his.

“Ride my cock, gorgeous,” he commanded. “Let me feel you squeeze me.”

Powerless to resist the order, I rode him until pleasure drenched me from head to toe, until I trembled with the need to come, until his sweet words of love and praise ran together in my head and all I heard was my own thundering heart.

Then Rome’s hand reached between us, and he found that bundle of nerves so desperate for his touch. I came with a cry, riding the man I loved, while he told me how amazing I felt and how beautiful I looked doing it. He groaned, and I opened my eyes to see a desperation enter his eyes. I was still coming down from my orgasm as another wave of lust crashed through me.

It was the look on his face that did it. The craving—for me. His hands moved over my hips to stroke my ass, then he was lifting me off his hips and placing me down on my hands and knees. His movements were rough, but he supported me until I was steady.

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