Page 132 of Wicked Arrangement

I turn off the fairy lights so only the light of the moon and flickering candles dotted around illuminate us. Kim walks up to me, eyes locked with mine as she unzips her dress, letting it drop to the ground to reveal she’s fully naked underneath. Bathed in the soft glow of the candles, her skin looks aglow. Somehow, every time I see her naked she’s even more beautiful than ever.

I allow her to undress me until I too am bare. She traces her fingertips gently along my scars before kissing them, sending shivers down my spine and making me feel as though they are badges of honor, proof I survived to be with her. She drops to her knees, taking my erect cock in her grip and running her tongue along the shaft before taking me in her mouth. It’s so unexpected and incredible that I let out a groan of pleasure. I can’t believe this is the woman I’m going to marry. She expertly teases me, taking me deeper and deeper into her mouth until I feel like I could explode.

“Fuck, I’m the luckiest man alive,” I moan before guiding her to stand again.

I slip my hand between her legs, teasing her soft folds and finding that, to my delight, she’s slick with moisture, ready for me. Guiding her gently to lie down on the sand, I continue to bring her to orgasm with my fingers, my tongue teasing her nipples and enjoying the new fullness of her breasts.

“Oh, yes, Yaroslav. I’ve missed you,” she breathes.

It’s been so long since we’ve been naked together like this, I want to savor every moment, but we’re both too eager to wait. I can feel her orgasm rising as she clenches on my fingers, juices running down my wrist. She cries out with pleasure, clutching my back and pulling me close to her, guiding my cock inside her.

Immediately she cums again and I have to hold myself back, slowly moving inside her and enjoying the sensation of her body against mine. I start to build the pace, not caring about the sand that seems to be getting everywhere, we can wash that off and enjoy round two in the shower afterward.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say as she climbs on top of me, grinding on my cock and throwing her head back in pleasure. “And you’re all fucking mine,” I add disbelievingly.

“That’s right, I’m yours,” she moans, knowing exactly what to say to send me over the edge. “I’m yours,” she repeats as I grab her ass, moving her up and down the length of my cock, faster and faster until we both reach the edge of climax.

She leans down and kisses me, our mouths colliding and our bodies becoming one as we both simultaneously climax.

“I could get used to this,” I say as she lies down in the sand next to me, snuggling up with her head on my chest.

“Good, because you’ve got me for life, we’ve got a lot of time to get even better at this,” she replies breathily.

As I sit with her next to me, breathing in her familiar, feminine smell while we look at the stars basking in postcoital glow, I voice my thoughts.

“That sounds like heaven to me.”

Chapter 69

Kimberly

Sixt Months Later

Ifeel like a waddling elephant, my baby bump is now so big. I can’t believe how much time has passed already, the baby is now overdue, and I feel impatient to meet them. Being engaged to Yaroslav is like a dream, he treats me like a princess, showering me with gifts and taking care of my every need. Gran has been doing well since she moved in with us at our new home in Charleston, I think the familiarity of the city helps, she’s finally home. David has been much better too. He spends hours playing cards with Gran, they get along so well that they’re almost like an old married couple, bickering and all. It warms my heart to see them both so happy.

Of course, everyone fusses over me and the baby, I sometimes feel as though I’m wrapped in cotton wool, but I know they only do it because they love us.

On the business side of things, Yaroslav kept his promise to take a leaf out of Gillihan’s book and keep it outside of the home. However that doesn’t stop us from socializing as friends. Grace and Thomas regularly come over for dinner or barbeques with the girls, our friendship is going from strength to strength, as is their alliance.

Artem is another regular visitor. Despite the odds, he’s almost made a full recovery. He can walk, though he does have a limp and requires a walking stick occasionally. You can imagine the ‘old man’ and ‘pimp’ jokes he has to endure from Yaroslav,but I can tell that Yaroslav is delighted for his loyal friend. Artem continues to prove himself to be not only loyal, but also a valuable asset for running the business. With the baby soon to arrive, it is good to know we can trust him, so Yaroslav can spend more time at home.

Jackson has returned to England, but we regularly call him, and he’s promised to come visit once the baby is born. He seems well, though he’s still mourning Marta. We all are.

We’ve decided to wait to get married until the baby is born, the wedding will be in six months time. To say I am excited is an understatement. Both Yaroslav and I cannot wait for our baby to arrive now either. We decided we’d find out the sex of the baby when they’re born, we wanted it to be a surprise. We’ve had so many nasty surprises it will be nice to have a happy one.

The baby is pressing heavily on me, and I wake early. Yaroslav is still sound asleep. I watch him for a moment, his face relaxed and handsome, unbothered by the burdens his days often bring. I carefully climb out of bed, deciding to go downstairs and make a chamomile tea. As the kettle is boiling, I feel a strange sensation and suddenly, I feel wet between my legs.

At first, I panic that the baby has pressed on my bladder, and then the first contraction comes, and it dawns on me. Today is the day. I’ve gone into labor.

“Yaroslav!” I cry out “The baby is coming!”

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After hours of what I’ve been told was a trouble-free delivery that felt anything but, Our baby is born into the world.Exhausted, I lie back as the doctor takes the baby to be cleaned up and my heart soars as I hear them cry. Yaroslav takes my hand in his and looks at me lovingly.

“You did it, you’re incredible, the strongest person I know,” he says adoringly.

“Congratulations, you’ve got a healthy baby boy,” the midwife says, placing the baby in a blanket into my arms.

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