Page 55 of In Her Shadow

“How can you say that when you’ve been the centre of my whole world since the day I met you?” I laugh at her as her bikini bottoms lift up to the surface. Taking them in my hand, I drag them out and place them on the pool edge behind her shoulder. “Now, are you gonna let me make you the centre of attention here, where it’s just us?” Lifting her under her thighs, I wrap her legs around me and let my cock find it’s way into her warm, little pocket.

“That's nice.” She rests her head back on the pool edge, giving me perfect access to her neck, and I lick all the way up the centre of it, under her chin, eventually making it to her mouth.

“I love seeing the way you relax when you take this cock.” I slowly rotate my hips, keeping my motions slow and deep as the water laps around us.

I untie the bikini top behind her neck, letting it fall from her big, round tits and grab one in my hand as they bob in front of me.

“These are getting so big.” I fill her mouth with my tongue as I squeeze her hard and feel her pussy respond. They’ve been far less sensitive the past few weeks, which has given me more opportunity to play with them. I’ve scattered them with different colored bruises from all the occasions I’ve sucked her blood to the surface. I love how they’re getting bigger, ready to feed our child, and that they’re marred by me.

“Everything about me seems to be getting big.” She slides her hands around my head as I take her nipple in my mouth and suck it hard. I swear these are getting bigger too, and they’re definitely much darker than they used to be.

“I fucking love how your body’s changing.” I make the water ebb a little harder when I thrust deeper. “Every day you're looking more and more perfect.”

“You have to say that, you did this to me,” she whispers as she takes what I give her.

“Fuck.” Just hearing her talk like that almost has me coming, but my girl’s needs have to be met first.

“I don’t have to say anything; it's a straight-up fact, you're beautiful. Even more now that you’re growing our baby in there.” I cradle her cheek and kiss her, and when she starts to come, I ensure that I make it last for her. Nothing beats that look she gets in her eyes when she loses herself to me, so I decide to make sure she loses herself a few more times before I get her out, get her dry, and take her to bed to worship her some more.

ELOISE

THREE WEEKS LATER

“Do you know what this big meeting is all about?” Mary-Ann asks, when we all receive the same email telling us to be in the boardroom at 11:30 sharp.

“Last time Helena called us all in together, it was for an update on Mr. Connor’s murder case.”

“It wasn’t a murder, it was suicide,” I remind her, looking up and across the office at Ren. He looks particularly handsome today. The sleeves of his black shirt are rolled up halfway up his forearms, and his tattoos are on full display.

“Off she goes again, daydreaming.” Fiona nudges Mary-Ann.

“Or reminiscing.” Mary-Ann manages to get another dig in, infuriating me and making Barney, who also shares our desk, roll his eyes.

“Imagine having those looks as well as a fortune. My husband tells me the Ashcrofts just bought out a huge electric supply company; he read it in the Financial Times.” Fiona looks at us proudly. I break off another square of chocolate and pop it in my mouth. Cravings started to really kick in a few days ago,and although I’ve never been a huge fan of chocolate, suddenly I can’t get enough of it.

“Did you get the email about the meeting?” Yvonne rushes over to ask, keeping her voice low as if there's some kind of conspiracy going on.

“Yougot the email?” Mary-Ann looks shocked, and I’ll admit I’m a little surprised myself. Yvonne never gets invited to meetings.

“I know, right? I just said to—Oh, sweetheart, what are you doing?” Yvonne stops and looks at me as I pop another square of chocolate in my mouth. I shrug back at her because my mouth is full.

“You may think it’s okay to be eating this junk because you're eating for two, but you will regret it when it’s time to shed those baby pounds.”

“How do yo?—”

“Sorry.” Mary-Ann holds her hand up, looking guilty. “Yvonne was saying that you were looking a little rounder around the middle than usual, and I jumped to your defense; it just came out, but come on, you can’t hide it anymore. It’s obvious.” She looks down at my stomach, and I have to admit it’s getting harder to conceal. I hate how uncomfortable it’s become trying to fit into my regular clothes.

“I just don’t want a big fuss. It’s not a big deal.” I wrap up my chocolate and place it in my top drawer so it’s not a temptation.

“You know, I never started to show with my first until I was way past twenty weeks.” Yvonne comes out with more words of wisdom, and when she looks up and realizes Ren is watching, she quickly straightens herself up. “Must get back to the desk,” she giggles, playing with her hair as she looks across at him and rushes back off.

“Don’t listen to her, I was huge when I got to twenty weeks. Every pregnancy is different.” Fiona smiles, trying her best to make me feel better.

“Everyone seems to be looking at me strangely when 11:30 comes around and I enter the board room.

“Oh, Eloise, here, take my seat.” Jeffery, the art director, practically leaps out of his chair for me, since there's not enough in here for everyone.

“I’m fine standing,” I tell him, looking at Mary-Ann and knowing from the way she avoids eye contact that Yvonne isn’t the only one she’s blabbed to. This is exactly what I was moaning to Ren about on our way in today. I’m the office’s latest bone to chew on, and I hate it.

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