Page 79 of Surprise Baby for the Enemy

I’m laid on our four poster bed, and I groan at the relief in my back, then giggle when I feel Derrick tugging at the ends of my thick tights.

“We do have guests right now,” I remind him, but don’t stop him as he strips the fabric away.

“Then you’ll have to be quiet, won’t you?” he grins.

“I’m sorry, what woman are you talking to right now?”

He kisses the tops of my swollen feet. “The most demure, thoughtful, humble, kind-”

“Fuckoff-” I crack up.

“- fearless, unpredictable, captivating,gorgeousgoddess.” He’s kissed his way up my legs and presses his lips at last to the top of my clit. I can’t see his head over the hill of my stomach, but I feel his breath tickling my most sensitive skin. I hear the smile in his voice and can see his dimple in my mind.

“The light of my life,” he goes on. “The mother of my child. The only thing I want, morning, noon, and night.” He licks up my clit. “The water I drink, the food I eat, the air I breathe-”

“Oh my god-Derrick please-” I gasp. But he’s in a playful mood. I’m not getting what I want so soon.

Derrick hooks his fingers under the hem of my sweater and gently pulls it up my body, lifting my back to help me undress. Once I’m naked beneath him, he pauses over my stomach, taking a moment to lay his cheek against it and listen to the sound of our child shifting. He leaves a kiss just below my belly button, then brushes knuckles over my swollen breasts. His fingers roll and pinch my nipples, prepping me.

Then his mouth closes over my breast and he sucks hard, making me squeak. I clap both my hands over my mouth to cut off the sound, and feel Derrick’s chuckle in my bones. His breath is hot on my skin, his greedy moans a vibration through my body. With one hand he massages the breast he isn’t suckling, and with the other, he reaches down and pushes two fingers deep inside my pussy. I’m trembling with the need to touch him, but if I’m not ready to cover my own mouth, the whole house is going to hear me scream.

It’s too good, toomuch. When his thumb rubs up and down my clit, and he presses into my G-spot, and his teeth pull at my nipple, he’s playing my body like an instrument, the one he’s been studying religiously for months. Crushing my own hands to my mouth, I cry into them as I cum, my tired, aching body suddenly cushioned by bliss.

Derrick sucks hard on my nipples as if he’s drinking milk from them and fucks me with his fingers until I’ve ridden my first orgasm and tipped over into the next. Then he pulls back and undoes his pants. His dick fills me with agonizing slowness, and when he thrusts, he does it shallowly, but with a precise angle that brings him right up against my G-spot again.

He’s been more gentle these last couple months, which my stiff limbs and sore bones appreciate. Still, I really can’t wait for the return of the days when he can tie me down and fuck me until I’m wailing into my pillow.

“God, Raleigh,” he groans. “You’re the best birthday present I’ve ever had. You’re the only one I ever need again. I love you. I love you so fucking much-”

He spills himself inside me, burying his dick entirely in my body. I scream nothing but air through my fingers at the glorious sensation.

We come down together slowly, until Derrick pulls out and lies beside me. He tucks me in against his chest, his arms going around me. Even almost nine months pregnant, I’m still a perfect fit.

Held safe and warm in the arms of my beloved, I slip into peaceful sleep and dream. Of him, of the laughter of children, and of the sun setting over the fields.

Epilogue: Achilles

Every weekday, I like to start my work with an espresso, the morning paper, and an excellent view of Wesley Hall’s gardens from the terrace. The air is biting, the noise of the surrounding London metropolis muted. The ducks in the pond circle in anticipation of a crust of bread.

In relative privacy- aside from the ducks- I can focus my mind and find some semblance of peace.

Today, I can’t have any of that, because I have to pack for a ten hour flight to the States because a distant cousin that I’ve never met refused to answer the phone calls and half a dozen letters.

Instead of savoring my espresso, I down it like a shot on my way through the kitchen, dodging the staff warming our old manor house up for another day. They ignore me, as I’ve ordered them to do. No nods of greeting or even called ‘good morning, sir’s. Just a plate left at the end of the counter for me, piled with breakfast sausage, honeyed fruit, and fresh buttered bread.

Upstairs, I sort the heavy contracts I’ll bring with me into crisp folders and tuck those into my briefcase. Aside from these, I pack my usual: three Italian suits, in burgundy, peacock green, and cream; three Rolexes to match; three sets of glossy black andwhite wingtips; three sets of Burberry sunglasses; my shaving kit; my cologne. Anything else I can buy on the way.

Eventually, there’s the sound of movement from the room attached to mine, what was once considered the wife’s chambers before the house was restored.

A tiny, sleepy voice calls out for me. “Daddy?”

I grimace, but not at the voice. This is my least favorite part of traveling for work, even though it’s all dreadful. Every time I have to look Sidony in her mother’s blue eyes and tell her I have to leave her here in this house without me… a part of me dies.

Eventually, if myhalf-sister Fantasia keeps sending me on petty little errands like this, there’ll be nothing left of me but a semi-functional automaton.

Maybe that’s exactly what she’s hoping for.

I bring the plate I took from the kitchens, which I haven’t touched, and cross the room to the door that goes between our suites. Sidony is already sitting up in bed, her penguin plush clutched to her chest. The rest of her stuffed toys lie scattered and abandoned around her. It’s Lilac, her penguin, that brings her the most comfort.

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