Page 18 of Dedicated Billionaire

Braden gives me a sidelong look, raising his brows. “You’re just exhausted, that’s all. You’ll be raring to go back tomorrow.”

We pull into our long driveway, the lights on in the lower level of our modern home at the top of the hill. The upstairs wall of windows is dark, signifying the girls have listened to the nanny for once and gone to sleep on time. It’s past midnight and I should be as tired as Braden suggests with all the overtime I’ve been putting in, but I get a surge of energy as he parks the car and hurries around to open my door for me.

I take his hand, smiling at his old fashioned charm and consideration. I’ve taken off my spidery heeled shoes and groan at the prospect of cramming my feet back into them. With a grin, Braden leans down and picks me up, carrying me into the house.

The nanny is snoozing in front of the big screen tv in the entertainment room, a muted movie playing. Braden escorts her outside to the guest house in the back where she’ll spend the night since it’s so late, then returns, asking me if I want a glass of wine to end the night.

I shake my head, moving close. “I don’t want the night to end.”

He puts his hands on my waist, smiling down at me. “You look dead on your feet.”

“I don’t want to be on my feet,” I tell him, running my hands up his chest and loosening his tie some more.

With a low rumble, he picks me up again and carries me upstairs. I wrap my arms around his neck and bring his head down for a kiss as he climbs. But we only make it to the landing before the kiss becomes so fevered we have to stop. He pushes me against the wall, his hands roaming down my body to find their way under my skirt. I groan when his fingers brush against my damp panties.

“Already so wet for me,” he murmurs against my mouth.

Pressing against his hand, I grip his hair. “Always.”

He laughs, realizing we’re not even halfway to the bedroom. His hand doesn’t stop moving, though and I’m getting hotter by the second. “I had a gift waiting for you upstairs,” he says.

I shake my head, looking hard into his eyes. He must see the yearning there. “I only want one thing from you tonight,” I tell him.

He returns my intensity, his lips getting closer to mine again. “Anything,” he promises.

He’s never once broken a promise to me, and I smile. “Another baby,” I say. It’s not out of the blue, it’s been brewing for a long time. Tonight cemented that wish.

His smile turns absolutely wild, and his eyes darken as he picks me up again, racing to our bedroom. Once inside, he locks the door and yanks at my brand new dress. The straps give and he pulls it down my body.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he growls. In a second, my strapless bra is off, and he kisses his way down my body. My legs start to tremble and he holds me steady, nudging my thighs apart as he gets his teeth around the band of my panties and drags them down my legs.

His tongue is inside me, driving me to the brink as he holds tight to my hips. All I can do is hang on, try not to tear out his hair, and let the sensations wash over me. When Braden gets like this, he’s in complete control, and I love every minute of it.

It’s a good thing the girls sleep like rocks, because he has my whimpering rising louder as he keeps lapping at my pussy, driving me over the edge. The moment I scream, he lifts me, moving me back onto the bed. I land on my stomach and he drags me back to him, pulling me against his hard body as he runs his hands over my breasts.

“I love seeing these perfect tits of yours grow when you’ve got my baby in your belly,” he says. “I can’t wait to make you pregnant again.”

“You’re happy about the new plan?” I gasp as he brings my nipple to hard peaks.

His throbbing cock is pressing against my ass, and I’m not even sure when he got undressed, he’s got me so worked up. I reach around to grip his shaft, making him suck in a breath.

“I love the new plan,” he says. “I love you, Carly.”

Then he thrusts deep inside me from behind me with a muted roar. His hands cup over me from the front, finding my clit and making me melt against him. I wrap my arms around his head and twist so that he can kiss me. It’s all too much and I flop forward, moaning with pleasure as he drives every inch of his big cock until his balls slap against my ass.

“I love being inside your tight little body,” he says, wrapping my hair around his fist to pull my head back for a kiss.

His tongue invades my mouth, and my arms shake, but he holds onto me, not letting me go.

“Braden,” I moan, so close again. “You’re magic. You have to be to make me feel this good.”

He chuckles, then pounds harder, deeper, wild with the notion of making me pregnant for a third time. His hand drifts down from my breasts to my belly, tender for a split second.

“Now, Angel,” he commands, before he drives even harder, circling my clit until I scream again.

Thunder seems to rip from his throat as he comes inside me, and I’m positive it worked. I can’t hold back my smile, even though I’m as limp as a noodle when we collapse onto the bedspread together.

He smiles back, turning me around to face him. A bead of sweat drops from his brow onto my nose and he kisses it off. “Iguess this will interfere with whatever exhibit you had planned next.”

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