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Reid gave me a bleak look. “Megan called me during my drive here. She’s pregnant.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
I have enjoyed reading your advice, especially to Concerned Sister, never thinking I would need any myself. I cannot thank you enough. You were the gateway to leading me to a woman who means everything to me. I haven’t been honest with her, and I fear if she ever discovers the truth, she might walk away. She now knows the story, but not all the details. Her sister, my cousin, and I are trying to protect her by withholding information. Recently, I tried to show my appreciation to her sister by taking her on a shopping spree. She didn’t buy anything. Yet, I couldn’t confess my whereabouts to my girlfriend. She believes I went upstate to visit a sick aunt. No such person exists. Should I take these secrets to my grave or should I get everything out in the open?
-An Extremely Concerned Boyfriend
One of the dead forefathers said two can keep a secret if one is dead. Rightly so. Honesty is always the best policy. What is wrong with you? By the way, sending me such questions serves as a conflict of interest. Don’t write to me again, under the circumstances. You know what you need to do, stick to the plan and get it done on January 2nd.
“Noah,” Ryan cried, rubbing her pussy as I drew on one of her full tits, switching from one to the other, and nipping, licking, and sucking.
Her body was under mine, and her moans of pleasure hardened my dick painfully. Unable to ignore my need to be inside her, I grabbed her hand, to stop her fingering her clit. I thrust into her. She cried out and wrapped her legs around my waist, grinding against me. One of my hands migrated to her neck as I slammed into her, gently applying pressure to her throat, just so she’d feel a light squeeze but not hard enough to do damage. Ryan gasped in surprise, the pleasure on her face heightening my own. My grunts joined her cries.
“Fuck,” I moaned, removing my hand from her neck and slanting my mouth over hers.
She parted her lips, allowing my tongue entry and melting into my touch. I pumped into her, our mouths absorbing the sounds of pleasure. Her orgasm washed over her, turning her movements jerky. She clenched her pussy around my cock, and I couldn’t hold on. My cum jetted into her, the force of my climax drawing my fucking soul out of my body.
A moment later, I rolled next to her and took her into my arms. She rested her head against my chest, sighing in satisfaction.
“What a great way to wake up,” she whispered, kissing my chest.
I grinned, her words echoing my thoughts.
“I agree,” I replied, stroking her wealth of curls.
“Do you want me to cook breakfast? I’ve been craving pancakes.”
“Unnecessary. Angelo will soon start breakfast,” I said, referring to my live-in chef and remembering Quinn’s reaction, hiding a grin at Ryan’s groan.
“A chef?”
“A chef,” I concurred.
The smell of coffee wafted into my bedroom, and Ryan’s stomach growled.
“I’m hungry,” she mumbled.
“It seems so.”
“Should I offer to help him?”
“Absolutely not. If he needs your help for two people, he should turn in his resignation today.”
Her laughter died at my seriousness, and she widened her eyes, ignoring another stomach rumble. “Um, I-I enjoy cooking. Will it anger him if I invade his kitchen?”
“The kitchen’s mine, Ryan. Cook to your heart’s content. If he doesn’t like it, refer to my previous statement.”
“Harsh.”
“Truth,” I countered. “Anyone who stands in the way of whatever you want will face the consequences.”
“Your staff will hate me with that attitude, Noah.”
“They’ll hate me, Ryan. And that promise isn’t applicable to only my staff. Now, do you really feel like cooking this morning, sweetheart?”
Guilt crossed her face, and she lowered her lashes.
“I thought not.”
