Page 78 of Beck and Call

"Grab the post." He started to wrap the cords around my wrists and tied them to the post.

"Aren't our hands supposed to be tied together?"

He moved around me and pulled at the zipper of my dress. It was strapless, so it puddled at my feet leaving me in the strapless bra and panties Jana thought to pack for me.

I heard the clang of his belt buckle coming undone and the sound of his zipper sliding down. His chest rested against my back, and his lips found the base of my neck where it met my shoulders and journeyed up to the base of my ear.

"You deserve romance. I keep trying to convince myself to take you to bed and make love to you slowly and gently." He pulled at the hooks of my bra and let it fall. His hands replaced the restricting item, massaging my breasts and plucking at my nipples.

One hand slipped down my torso and slid into my panties. "I should give you that on our wedding night, but that isn't the man you married."

He rubbed my clit while he continued to talk to me. "You're mine. My wife, the mother of my child."

He pulled his hand away from me just as I felt my body began to shake. Before I could protest, he tore my panties off, the slight bite of the lace before it gave way making my breath catch with desire.

He entered me in one hard thrust and I bit my lip to stop the sounds threatening to come out of me. This wasn't making love, but mating, and something about the rawness of it made it more perfect in my mind.

I abandoned the last vestiges of my inhibitions. He was never going to leave me, and that knowledge made me free. It seemed like he recognized the moment I let go and gave myself to him completely. He grew bolder, drove me harder, and I shattered in his arms.

He reached out, untied my wrists, and carried me over to the bed. Beckett climbed in beside me, and I laid my head on his chest. "I'll never get enough of you. We are going to end up with a dozen children."

"It's a good thing you're rich," I murmured sleepily.

"Weare, darling. And you're right, it is a good thing, because I'm going to enjoy making each one of them."

"Are you happy?" I whispered. My inhibitions may have gone, but some of my insecurities remained.

His hand lazily rubbed over my stomach. "I'm so many things. But mostly happy and a little scared."

"I'm going to get big."

He climbed over the top of me. "I've got to be totally honest here. It isn't like I've ever had a fetish for pregnant women or anything, but knowing you are carrying my child … it makes me feel very manly. Thinking of you swelling with my child is a huge turn on."

“Well, you’re in for a treat then, because lately I want to eat everything.”

He smiled, radiating a smug masculine pride. “Every man who sees you is going to know you belong to me. They’re going to see your belly, round with my child, and know I’ve been inside of you.”

The fire that had been banked after our first round of the night rekindled to an inferno. My stomach had already become slightly extended. He moved down my body, taking time to worship the small bump.

“Mine,” he growled, and proceeded to show me just how much me carrying his child turned him on.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Beckett

"Thank you everyone for convening on such short notice. We have some important business to discuss." I looked at everyone gathered around the table.

My father sat at the other end of the long conference table. My cousin and his lawyer were on one side with a few of the other board members. My father had reserved forty-nine percent of the company. I was given provisional access to thirty-nine percent of the vote while he maintained the remainder until I was given full control of the company.

We discussed the meeting on the plane ride back from Tahoe this morning. After this meeting was finished, I was taking my wife on a honeymoon. Somewhere warm where clothing would be optional.

"As you know," my father's voice boomed, "I threatened to distribute the majority of my shares to other family members if my son didn't settle down within a year."

"We are aware, Fitz, but it's only been, what, three or four months?" Harold, one of the original board members, asked.

"What difference does that make? He's not getting married any time soon. I have it on good authority he no longer has a fiancée," Franklin spoke up. "Why drag it out?"

"Before I turn the meeting back over to my son, I have a confession I need to make. I never intended to follow through with my threat," my dad said.

---