Page 71 of High Stakes

“I like the sound of that,” he grins, his hands moving up to unbutton my blouse and reveal the lace bra underneath. His touch is confident and assertive as he pops open the front clasp, and my breasts spill out for him to admire. His gaze darkens, his hands cupping them gently before his thumbs swipe over my nipples - already hard and pebbled from the chill of the AC in the room. His touch sends a shiver down my spine, the sensation igniting a fire in my belly.

“Fuck,” he murmurs hoarsely. “You're so beautiful.” I can feel his cock straining against his pants, an insistent pressure against my core that demands attention.

I grind down on him again, reveling in the gasp that escapes from his lips. With deliberate slowness, I stand up from his lap and he watches me like a hawk as I unzip my skirt and step out of it. Left in nothing but my panties, I see his eyes travel down my body - lingering at places where he had left marks just nights ago.

With a wicked smile playing on his lips, he stands and unbuttons his pants - dropping them along with his boxers. His cock springs free, hard and eager. He watches me intently as he backs me up against his desk, pushing me back on it and I wriggle up further while he watches. He palms his cock, and I spread my legs for him.

“I am supposed to be working,” he tells me. “But since you seem so eager to distract me…” He doesn't need to finish the sentence, his actions speaking louder than any words ever could.

His warm hands move along my thighs as he grips my underwear, removing them before spreading my legs wider as he positions himself at my entrance. A gasp escapes my lips as I feel his tip press against me. He hesitates for a moment. “I know you’re hiding something.” With a quick thrust, he sinks into me, filling me to the hilt. I let out a soft cry at the suddenness of it, my fingers clutching at the edges of the desk for stability.

“I guess I will just have to fuck the answer out of you.” He starts to move, his hips thrusting against me in a steady rhythm that makes my whole body tremble with pleasure. My pussy is dripping wet, ready for him to fuck the answer out of me.

I'm pregnant, and I need to tell him, but first, I want to feel him inside me, filling me up and making me scream. Only every time I am close to that edge, he slows, drawing me back from the precipice, teasing me as he eases in and out of me slowly. The slow, torturous strokes make my head spin with anticipation, my body craving the thrill of release.

“Tell me,” he grunts, his thrusts quickening in intensity once more. “Tell me what you're hiding.”

His hand moves down to my clit, his fingers working circles around it while his cock continues stroking inside me. The dual sensation is unbearable as I arch my back off the desk, moaning uncontrollably when he slows again.

I groan in frustration when he leans over me, his hands gripping my wrists. “Tell me,” he says, and I hear his impatience growing thinner in his voice, his grip on my wrists tighter but not hurting as his lips capture mine, his tongue delving into my mouth so forcefully like he can find what I am hiding.

“You will tell me or…” his lips travel along my jaw, and then his teeth graze my neck as he continues his descent.

“I'm pregnant.”

He goes still inside me for a moment and pulls back to look at me. His stormy eyes meet mine as if searching for any trace of dishonesty but what he finds there is only love and a genuine concern for his reaction.

“I'm pregnant,” I repeat, my voice barely above a whisper.

His grip on my wrists loosens as he processes my words, his eyes softening with a mix of emotions - surprise, joy, and a hint of worry. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, Dr. Stevens called me. I was going to tell you, but I wanted to see you first,” I explain, my voice trembling slightly as I await his reaction.

“You’re pregnant…” he smiles as he leans back in, capturing my lips in a gentle kiss. His hands are no longer holding me down but instead are cradling my face. “I love you,” he whispers against my lips.

“I love you too,” I whisper back, only for his lips to mold around mine, and he groans lewdly when his arm slips underneath me, pulling me up. I wrap my legs around his waist; he moves us to the small couch in his office, and sits on it with me, straddling him. He breaks the kiss, looking at me.

“We're going to be parents,” he says absently. I rock my hips against him, and he groans as I lift myself up his length, only to sink back down on him.

“Yes, now finish what I started,” I tell him and he grins wickedly.

Two weeksLater

The house is quiet when I get back home, my arms weighed down with shopping bags filled with tiny clothes, soft blankets, and little stuffed animals. The thought of starting the nursery with Leone and Milo has been a small light in the storm of everything else, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I’ve felt a sliver of peace.

I set the bags down carefully in the hallway, pausing to press a hand to my nonexistent belly. There’s a flutter of excitement—a strange, tentative warmth that catches me off guard every time. I try to imagine the nursery filled with life, with giggles andlate-night rocking chair whispers, but the thought feels almost too fragile to hold onto.

Before I can let my mind wander too far, my phone rings, breaking the silence. I dig it out of my coat pocket, my lips curving into a smile when I see Leone’s name on the screen.

“Leone,” I answer, warmth flooding my voice.

“Fallon,” he says, his tone light but with that edge of protectiveness he can never fully turn off. “Did you make it home?”

“I just walked in,” I say, glancing at the shopping bags by my feet. “You should see what I bought. I think I might’ve gone overboard.”

“You? Overboard?” he teases, and I can hear the faint humor in his voice, the way he always seems calmer when we talk. “If it's a flat pack forget it, Milo or Rocco will have to do it, the last one did my head in.” He laughs.

“I told you to read the instructions,” I laugh softly, brushing a hand through my hair. “But no it's nothing you need to build.” He lets out a sigh. “I got clothes and some linens. I wanted to make sure everything was perfect before we started setting up.”

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