Page 33 of Big Deal Sweetheart

“Now we make love again. Only this time, I take my time,” he murmured.

And they did, slowly and thoroughly. He fell asleep with Nova lying half on top of him. He woke a little later, his dick snuggled between her thighs. Keifer lowered his head, lavishing attention on her erect little nipples, kneading the perfect breasts he imagined one day feeding their babies. Nova woke up moaning her approval, her fingers digging into his scalp.

Keifer took that as her approval for him to enter her. In long, languid strokes, he took his time building both their pleasure, making sure there was no doubt in her mind that she was his, and he was hers. “Fuck, I love you, Nova,” he moaned, sliding her leg up higher on his hip.

Gliding in and out, he looked between their bodies and watched him take her. “Look at my cock covered in your cream. Tell me that’s not the best image to wake up to,” he groaned before desire and lust made it impossible to form coherent words.

It didn’t take long before they were both shouting out their release. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d made love three times in the span of a couple of hours. Nova made him feel like a young boy again.

He opened his mouth to suggest they shower together, when the alarm system dinged, alerting him that the private elevator had been accessed. “Delilah’s home.”

“Oh shit. We need to get dressed. How long does it take the elevator to get up here?” Nova tried to move away from him.

He held her firmly while she muttered curse words. Keifer was laughing as she swatted at his chest. “Keifer, I’m serious. What will she think?”

“Calm down, my love. I’ll get dressed and go out there while you get dressed. Trust me, I’m pretty sure my daughter and your parents are aware we weren’t out having coffee.” He didn’t mention that the top floor of the penthouse was almost ten thousand square feet and would take them a good while to track them down. He was pretty sure Nova hadn’t been too aware of her surroundings when he’d carted her off to his bedroom. Shit, he probably needed to explain how to get back to the main living area.

“The hallways outside have a wooden strip down the middle, on each side there’s a slight difference in color. If you look closely, you’ll see arrows. Follow the arrow leading you to the north, that will lead you back to the front of the penthouse where the entryway is. It’s the main gathering area where I’ll be with Delilah and your parents. If for some reason you get mixed up, call me.”

Nova didn’t appear as though she was confident in the directions, making him hesitate. He pulled her up, brushing his lips across hers. “Where’s your phone?”

She pointed toward the chair where she’d dropped it during their haste, or rather his haste to get her into bed. He fetched the little clutch and handed it to her, waiting until she pulled the device out. He took it and added his number into her contacts list, showing her before handing it back. “There. Or would you rather me wait here with you? I can call Dee and tell her we’ll be out shortly?” The security monitor next to his bed lit up when the elevator opened.

“No, go on. I’ll be fine. Trust me, I’ve navigated foreign countries, so I’m sure I can handle your home.”

He bent until they were eye-level. “We’ll discuss that later.”

NOVA LICKED HER LIPSafter Keifer left her. What would they discuss? Lord she might need her head examined. She’d made love to the man not once, but three times, unprotected. Her stomach chose that moment to revolt. Hurrying from his bed, she made it to the opulent bathroom that was big enough to fit an entire football team at once and heaved. Once she was done, she pulled herself up, clammy from her bowing to the porcelain goddess. “What the hell is wrong with me?”

Panic had her pausing with one hand braced on the counter. She did a mental calculation from the first time she and Keifer had slept together and the last time she’d had a period. She brought her free hand to her stomach, wondering if...no way. They’d used protection that night. However, in her haste to leave, she hadn’t paid any attention to whether the condom had failed. Even thinking back, she couldn’t recall whether there had been any...leakage. “What would he think or do if I’m already pregnant?”

Nova decided she wasn’t going to allow herself to dwell on what-ifs until she was able to get a test and know for sure. She took a look around and found the controls for the shower, entering the temperature she preferred before entering. While the water pounded her sore and stiff, well used body in the best of ways, her hand went to her flat stomach. She made sure the water didn’t hit her hair, concentrating on getting her body clean as images of a little Keifer filled her mind.

Quickly and efficiently, she washed and got out, looking around for a robe. His hung from the back of the door, so she pulled it on and went back out to his room. She marveled at the size of the space. She was used to wealthy homes and all that came with it. Heck her parents owned several all over the world, with the largest one being over fifteen thousand square foot. For three people, that was huge, and some say overboard. Keifer’s home spanned the top four floors of the skyscraper and was almost double her parents’ largest place. Hedge funds were financial mysteries to her, but her father was also part of the finance world, so she knew a little about them. Enough she was aware that Keifer was rich and well, he most definitely didn’t need her family’s money. That in and of itself was reassuring.

She slid her bra and top on, but the panties she left off. She’d rather go commando than wear them again. Sliding her fingers through her hair, she quickly rolled and tucked it into a messy bun. After a quick look in the mirror, she deemed herself as good as she was going to get. Did she look as though she’d been made love to very thoroughly? Absolutely. But at least she smelled and looked clean. Her hand strayed to her stomach, the little exposed bit of abdomen. “What if we already have a baby growing?” Giddy excitement filled her at the prospect.

She slid her feet into the shoes she’d worn then headed toward the door. She wouldn’t let herself get ahead of reality. One day at a time was how she’d take it.

The gorgeous inlaid wood was just as he’d said, easily discernable once you knew what to look for. He was clearly a genius, or he’d been worried his child would get lost. Either way, she was glad to know there was a way to navigate the large space. Heading in the direction he’d told her to go, she prayed her stomach didn’t roll and revolt. That would be one heck of a way to say hello to her parents and Delilah.

She found all of them sitting around on large comfortable looking couches, drinking what she assumed had to be decaffeinated coffee. The real question she wanted to ask was who made it?

“Ah, there you are, darling.” Her mother called.

All eyes turned toward her. Keifer stood in one smooth motion, heat in his gorgeous blue eyes all for her. “You found your way here.”

Nova smiled at the image of herself being lost in some hallway. “It wasn’t too hard with your directions.”

He came to her and slid his arm around her shoulders, bringing her to his side. “Ah, so you’re saying I only have to give you directions, and you’ll follow them?”

Her father barked out a laugh. “Good luck with that, son. I’ve been trying to do that for twenty-seven years with that one, and over thirty with this one. The only thing I’ve ever failed at is—well, not failed, but learned, the best thing to do is let the women rule the home. Trust me, life is much better that way. The sayinghappy wife, happy lifeis truly apt.”

“I hope to find that out, sir,” Keifer agreed.

Her father waved his hand in the air from his spot on the sofa next to her mother. “None of that sir stuff. Call me Liam, and I’ll call you son or Keifer. If I call you by boy, you’ll know you’re in trouble,” her father warned.

Keifer smiled, leading her to the sofa where Delilah sat. She eased down, waiting until they were both settled. “How was the play?” she asked the younger girl.

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