Page 30 of The Stowaway

“This looks amazing, Kitten,” he said before he reached for the wine.

I cringed because I hadn't factored that into my surprise equation. He poured out a glass and was about to pour a second one when I put my hand on his arm.

“None for me,” I said.

His head snapped towards me, and I could see the cogs turning with the speculative glint growing in his dark eyes.

Damn it, why was he so clever?

“Okay, yes, I’m pregnant. I’d wanted to surprise you after dinner,” I blurted out because his speculation was turning to suspicion.

He pushed his chair back and gaped at me before looking me up and down as if to look for any changes in me. I reluctantly smiled at his reaction.

“No, really? Tell me the truth. Are you sure?” he said as he stood up and pulled me out of my seat to unbutton my dress.

I tried to smack his hands, but it did little to stop him. My dress slid to the floor and I stood in our grand dining room wearing my emerald green lace bra set and shoes.

His eyes ran over my breasts until they reached my belly. He put his hand over my stomach and spread his fingers out before exhaling a long breath. I felt the goosebumps on my arms, not from being cold but from the awe I could see in Ivan’s eyes.

“The doctor is coming tomorrow,” he murmured. “I want you to be careful, Kitten, to look after yourself. I can't lose you.”

I frowned at him.

“Millions of women go through pregnancy. It's a natural process.”

He shook his head before giving me a small smile.

“Let’s get you fed,” he said, switching gears so fast he was giving me whiplash.

I was about to pick up my dress when he pulled me down onto his lap. We fed one another and skipped dessert because, by the end of dinner, we couldn't keep our hands off one another.

I sprinted up the stairs in my underwear, with Ivan shouting at me not to run.

“It’s your fault for taking my dress off,” I shouted back as I ran towards the bedroom.

I dove onto the bed and heard the bedroom door slam shut.

“You're a sassy little Kitten tonight,” he said, and I rolled onto my back to look at him.

His tie was gone, and he was unbuttoning his shirt. I sat up to watch him unbuckle his belt. When he paused, my eyes met his.

“I’m tempted to belt your ass for running like that,” he said.

“Don’t you think that’s a bit harsh?”

His smile turned malicious.

“Or maybe I won't let you cum tonight?”

I gaped at him in shock.

“No! That is pure evil, Ivan,” I said, feeling genuinely distressed because he loved teasing me until I was beyond myself, but I always came afterwards.

He didn't say anything but continued to unzip his trousers. I watched him until he was naked. He didn't come towards the bed but went to sit on the loveseat.

“Why don't you come over here and make it up to me, Kitten?” he said, stroking his hard cock before he moved his hand faster, and I couldn't take my eyes off the angry-looking round tip.

I slid off the bed and walked towards him, pausing to take my bra off and slipping my panties off slowly as he watched me. I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled the remaining distance between us. His dark eyes were practically black by the time I got between his legs.

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