Page 28 of It Will Always Be You
“What does my pretty girl need?” I croon, watching the shiver that passes through her as she clenches her fists in my sheets.
“I need you to touch me,” she whimpers.
“Hmm, yeah? Where? Here?” Trailing my fingers along her ankle does little more than wind her up. With a huff, she shakes her head as I get rid of her shoes before pressing a kiss to each ankle.
“Higher,” she pants, reaching for my wrist. She tries to drag me further up her body, but with a click of my tongue, I unravel her fingers before gathering both her wrists in one hand and pin them above her head. Leaning down, I nip her bottom lip.
“Use your words, pretty girl. Tell. Me. Exactly. What. You. Want.” Between each word, I kiss my way down her neck, skip past her enticing cleavage, and return to my spot on my knees at the edge of the bed.
“I need you to fuck me. To claim me. I need your cum.Pleasegive it to me. Fill me up. Claim me as yours.” Goddamn, does she look pretty with tears in her eyes as her skin takes on a rosy hue of desperation.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” I praise her, watching as her back arches at the words. Huh, looks like my girl likes a little praise. Good to know. Running my hands up her legs and under her dress, I hook her underwear around my fingers before pulling it down.
“Looks like someone is a needy, dirty fucking girl,” I growl, inhaling the sweet scent of her arousal from the damp spot on her thong.
“Needy for you,” she confesses with a blush heating her cheeks. As a reward for being so fucking perfect, I crawl up the bed and push her dress out of my way. Letting out a curse at the sight of her wet pussy, I hook my arms under her legs to raise her hips off the bed before licking her from slit to clit. Her moans wash over me as I eat her like a starved man, circling her clit with my thumb and rocking my hips down into the bed. I need inside her now, before I blow and waste my cum. It belongs inside her, coating her insides, claiming her as my fucking woman in every way.
“Come for me, pretty girl. Come all over my face, and then I’llfuck you so full of my cum, it’ll be dripping out of you,” I growl, thrusting two fingers inside her and watching her face as pleasure ripples over her and she cries out my name. Fuck, I could watch her come all day.
“Jonathan, please, I need it,” she whimpers, reaching down to fist my hair. With a groan and one last taste of her, I work my way up her body, kissing her stomach and sucking her nipples along my way. I might be fit to burst, but my woman is always going to feel like the queen she is, and I’ll be damned if I don’t worship her the way she deserves. Every. Fucking. Time.
As soon as I’m level with her, she’s wrapping her arms around the nape of my neck and drawing my mouth to hers with a hungry groan. Reaching between us, I free myself before notching my head at her entrance. Pulling back, I take in the sight of her wet pussy gripping at me. With a groan, I watch as I sink inside her before locking eyes with her again.
“You feel so fucking good. So perfect for me, aren’t you? Look at you, taking every inch, my perfect, pretty girl,” I ramble, mouthing at her neck as I build a rhythm that has both of us cursing. Pulling back to look at her, I cup her jaw.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” When she takes too long, I slap her tit. Her mouth drops open on a gasp before her eyes roll back into her head.
“Ahh…you!” she squeals, back arching into the pain. With a curse, I spit on her pussy, the need to come almost more than I can handle. Reaching between us, I thumb her clit until she’s a whimpering, pleading mess beneath me and her pussy has me in a vice grip.
“Be a good girl for me. Come all over my cock. Show me how much you want it, and I’ll give you my cum. You can do that for me, can’t you?” Rather than answering, she arches her back and cries out my name as she does exactly what I asked. With a curse, I follow her over the edge, giving her everything I have before pulling back. Her eyes are glazed over as she smiles up at me, and not for the first time,my chest tightens with emotion. Pulling myself free, I push my cum back in her, where it belongs, before laying down beside her and pulling her into my arms.
I may have tried to fight this, and now might be the worst possible timing for it, but there’s no denying my feelings anymore. Helen is it for me. She has my whole heart in the palm of her hand. She’s my obsession, one I don’t want a cure to. I didn't think I could have something so pure—so good—until she stormed into my office and my life. The words are on the tip of my tongue, only before I can say anything, she utters two words that shatter the peaceful moment and abruptly force us to crash back to reality.
“I’m pregnant.”
Chapter 24
Raw fear explodes inside me as I wait with bated breath as Jonathan freezes beside me. As soon as the confession left my lips, all movement stopped. His hand running through my hair, the gentle kisses he was pressing across my face—hell, it even feels like he’s stopped breathing.
Pulling back to put a little bit of space between us, I call his name softly. When he turns his attention back to me, his shell-shocked look is still all over his face but, blooming like a flower, is a small tendril of awe. Of tender wonderment. And it’s that sliver of emotion that gives me something to cling to.
Sitting up, I twist so I can look at him as I explain. “I’ve been incredibly nauseous lately, which I put down to anxiety, but then I missed my period, so I took a test, and well...” I break off on a watery laugh as he reaches for me, cupping my face in his palm. I lean into his heat and soak up the comfort he’s offering me.
“I guess that’s what happens when we take a risk or two, huh?” He laughs, offering me a sheepish smirk beforehis gaze drops to my still-flat stomach.
“Yeah,” I breathe as emotions fly across his face, too quick for me to pin down.
“Have you been to a doctor? Do you know what we’re having yet? Have you heard the heartbeat? What about those little photographs they give you?” His shock gives way to a series of frantic questions. The obvious care in his voice has me reaching up to cup his face between my palms.
“I love you,” I blurt out, unable to contain it anymore. With a smile so wide, it’s a wonder he doesn’t pull a muscle, he claims my mouth in a searing kiss that lights my soul on fire and wipes away the worry that’s been niggling at me since I first suspected I was pregnant. The fear of what we do now, where we go from here, has been eating me alive. The sea of secrets and half-truths between us, the odds being stacked against us… The reasons to be worried far outweigh the ones not to be.
“I love you so much, pretty girl. So fucking much. There’s so much we need to sort out, to talk about. You’ll need to move in here, we’ll need to come out publicly. Not to mention, I’ll need to find a new assistant.” He mutters things to himself as his mind goes off a million miles an hour, the same way mine has been for days now, as suspicion settled into my bones. Reaching up, I press my hand on his mouth to shut him up before catching his gaze with my own again.
“Press pause. Be in the moment with me, handsome. We are having a baby.” I implore him to let that sink in. All the worrying and planning that will plague us both can hit the back burner for a second. There will never be another opportunity to have this moment again. The moment where we find out we’re having a child, that our love has bloomed into a physical thing in the most beautiful way. Right now, there’s a baby who’s the perfect mix of both of us growing inside me. It’s a magical moment, and one that should be treasured.
“You’re right, pretty girl. I’m sorry. There’s so much to do, but I’m all in, I promise you. We’re in this together, you and me against theworld.” He rests his forehead against mine, and silence blankets us, him and me and our little surprise. Hours or minutes could pass before I talk myself into confessing my sins to him. Letting these secrets lie between us for another second longer didn’t feel right. While I know it’s far from a pretty conversation, it’s one weneedto have, but the moment I open my mouth to lay myself bare, he beats me to it.
“There’s something you need to know, and I’m not entirely sure how to tell you.” Oh shit. He’s not really going to…is he? I remain quiet with my eyes closed as he speaks the words into the top of my head, praying I don’t give myself away.
