Page 59 of Billionaire Boss's One Night Stand

He’d gotten me off in the conference room the other day, but I’d been deprived of paying him back and having a chance to enjoy him the same way he’d enjoyed me.

When I sat on that table, I dreamed about crawling to my knees and sucking him off as he sat in that chair.

But this will do too.

I scooted back, licking my lips as he sat up to rest his weight on his hands behind his back, propped on the bed.

“I’ve been thinking about this since last week,” I admitted just before I lowered my mouth to his cockhead. Beads of moisture glistened there, and I eagerly touched my tongue to the smooth surface to lap them up.

He groaned, the muscles in his thighs tensing as I covered his velvety head with my lips. Then I sank lower, once, before he cursed and pulled me off.

“No. I want to come in you,” he ordered. He switched our positions, pressing me back onto the soft mattress as he hovered over me. Between hot kisses, we gasped for air and ground against each other. As I parted my legs, he reached lower to spread my folds with his fingers. I bucked at the touch of his thumb against my clit. Desire swamped me, burning hot in my veins as he quickly smeared my wetness from my entrance.

“I want that too,” I replied belatedly, framing his face to kiss him soundly. Keeping my legs wide apart, I gave him access to play with me. Just before I could come, the teasing edges of my orgasm within reach, he leaned back to line up his cock. Withone push, he slid in. The burn of the stretch had me hissing in pleasure. Then he shoved himself all the way in, tormenting me with that one-of-a-kind fullness that had me crying out.

“Matt!” I dug my fingers into his back. I anchored myself at the feeling of his thick, bare cock in me. Back and forth, he pummeled my pussy. I held on tight, swallowing down the growls he gave me, moaning right back into his mouth as we hurtled toward our relief.

“I love you,” he got out between clenched teeth. Tendons tensed in his neck with how hard he strained to hold on. He fought not to come, waiting for me to do so first.

And when I did, it was on a refrain of that one word, so sudden, but no less true, that would bind us together.

Love. Love. Love.

I splintered apart, crying out and not worried about who could hear. I wantedhimto hear it all. My cries and gasps, my moans and whimpers. Words weren’t possible. I could barely think straight as my wall milked him and euphoria spread through my every nerve.

He wasn’t much better, reduced to showing me how he felt about me with grunts and a lower, deeper growl as he slammed into me one final time. His hips punched up at mine, and keeping me clutched in his grip, he waited for his dick to stop jerking and twitching as he flooded me with his hot cum.

“Fuck. Loren.” He dropped, catching his breath and rolling so he didn’t crush me.

I kissed him, holding on as he moved me on top of him. Draped over him, I lay there content and whole, stuffed with him and carrying his baby. We were together, a unit. A family. And my heart could burst with all the joy I had been seeking all my life.

I found my place. I had my purpose.

With him. Like this.

I grew sleepier under the warm hardness of his body. Every rise and fall of his chest moved me, and as I listened to the beat of his heart and felt the soft, gentle caresses of his hands on my back, I realized I’d never been happier.

“You arenotleaving this time.” He leaned his head up to peer at me.

I shook my head, sighing as I nestled back down to lay my cheek on his chest. “I’m staying for good, Matt.”

He chuckled once, grinning. “That sounds about right. Because I’m keeping you for good. Both of you.”

I smiled,finallyhaving a direct response to the news that we’d have a baby.

He wanted to be present and welcome our child, and as I drifted off to sleep, I knew life couldn’t get better than this.

In love. Expecting a baby. And knowing I’d chosen to make this happen.

In the morning, he woke me up with the scent of coffee. I was tired, not only from this pregnancy, but also from his midnight wake-up call for another round of hot sex. We’d moved it to the shower, and after coming again and being washed up in the shower, I was too tired to try to stay awake.

Now, I gave in to the need to get up. We had to get to work, for one thing.

It seemed that he had other ideas. After setting a cup of coffee on a nightstand for me, he got back into bed and cuddled me close. Flush against his naked body, I felt secure and so enveloped in love that I never wanted to leave.

“I’m sorry I walked away like that,” he admitted softly.

“To get coffee?” I teased.

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