say to be true. ”
“Then let it. Forget everything before last night. Before I got into your bed. None of that matters anymore. Just me and you.” I knew I was planting the words into her head. More from my guilt and so she would see I was focused on the here and now. If she could only believe that I was being genuine, maybe she could forgive me for Justine when I finally came clean.
There was hesitation in her blue eyes, but she kept quiet as I push back into her, pulling up her arms to my neck. I gave her all of me with each thrust and every caress of my tongue against hers. And like before, her spasms around my cock nearly did me in on the spot. I pushed my fingertips into her ass, trying to get over the ecstasy of not having to wear protection. It was new. A first. She was the only woman I’d ever come in and I held on to my one innocence like it was priceless.
“Sir,” she moaned.
“Say it, Victoria. Say forever.”
The sting as she gripped the hair at the crown of my head was like nothing I’d felt. Women were never allowed to touch me. But I gave Victoria leave to do so. More than she knew. The unfamiliar closeness was only adding to my instability. Everything was so new. Her. Having a child. Another on the way. Leaving my home. All the while, maintaining my businesses. Now, my added guilt. I was in over my head and I knew it.
“Forever,” she whispered.
I moaned, holding her tighter. “Fuck. Kitten, open your eyes. Look at me when I make you mine.”
Her lids lifted, the blue connecting with mine just as I exploded inside of her.
Yes, she belonged to me. Forever. Mine.
Chapter 8
Victoria
At almost six weeks along, I was feeling every bit of it. The morning sickness had turned into a nightmare. I could barely eat, barely drink. Even water was hard to hold down. Devlin watched, concerned. Always hovering. His sincere efforts made me happy, but I kept my distance as much as I could, giving how we were almost always together. Work had turned into a challenge with constantly being ill, but I’d somehow managed.
As I walked through the main entrance, I breathed in heavily, trying to force away the plaguing nausea. Nothing helped. Not even the crackers I had stuffed in my oversized purse. I was seriously considering putting in for my vacation. At least until this stage was over with. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. Working with infants wasn’t safe in my condition. Not when I was running to the nearest restroom or trashcan within distance.
The elevator opened and I jogged to get in the car. Now that I re frained from coffee, the cafeteria was out. Considering the smells I knew I would be faced with, I was fine with that. Still, a boost of energy would have been nice. I knew that by ten, I’d be ready to take a nap.
The doors shut and I glanced over to a man wearing khakis and a white and blue plaid shirt. His blond hair was trimmed short and he had a goatee. The smile I flashed was returned. It was nothing more than pleasantry. A greeting to a stranger.
A notepad sat in his hand and he tapped it against his thigh as we waited.
“I’m sorry, but you wouldn’t happen to know which floor Victoria Farris is on, would you?”
The nametag I wore was covered by my purse as I looked down. “Maybe. What’s it concerning?”
A big smile, a charming one, burst to his face. “I’m looking to ask her a few questions for a story I’m working on.”
“Oh.” I laughed. “Sorry, I’m really not sure. I’ve heard of her, but I think maybe she works on one of the top floors.” Great. Another reporter. They usually found me outside the hospital. Never inside.
“Ah. Thanks.” The elevator stopped on the second floor and I waited as Rita walked on and the doors shut behind her. I could have groaned.
“Morning, Victoria. You’re looking better than yesterday.”
My eyes flashed over and the man tilted his head, smiling even more.
“How’s the baby today? Giving you hell
“Then let it. Forget everything before last night. Before I got into your bed. None of that matters anymore. Just me and you.” I knew I was planting the words into her head. More from my guilt and so she would see I was focused on the here and now. If she could only believe that I was being genuine, maybe she could forgive me for Justine when I finally came clean.
There was hesitation in her blue eyes, but she kept quiet as I push back into her, pulling up her arms to my neck. I gave her all of me with each thrust and every caress of my tongue against hers. And like before, her spasms around my cock nearly did me in on the spot. I pushed my fingertips into her ass, trying to get over the ecstasy of not having to wear protection. It was new. A first. She was the only woman I’d ever come in and I held on to my one innocence like it was priceless.
“Sir,” she moaned.
“Say it, Victoria. Say forever.”
The sting as she gripped the hair at the crown of my head was like nothing I’d felt. Women were never allowed to touch me. But I gave Victoria leave to do so. More than she knew. The unfamiliar closeness was only adding to my instability. Everything was so new. Her. Having a child. Another on the way. Leaving my home. All the while, maintaining my businesses. Now, my added guilt. I was in over my head and I knew it.
“Forever,” she whispered.
I moaned, holding her tighter. “Fuck. Kitten, open your eyes. Look at me when I make you mine.”
Her lids lifted, the blue connecting with mine just as I exploded inside of her.
Yes, she belonged to me. Forever. Mine.
Chapter 8
Victoria
At almost six weeks along, I was feeling every bit of it. The morning sickness had turned into a nightmare. I could barely eat, barely drink. Even water was hard to hold down. Devlin watched, concerned. Always hovering. His sincere efforts made me happy, but I kept my distance as much as I could, giving how we were almost always together. Work had turned into a challenge with constantly being ill, but I’d somehow managed.
As I walked through the main entrance, I breathed in heavily, trying to force away the plaguing nausea. Nothing helped. Not even the crackers I had stuffed in my oversized purse. I was seriously considering putting in for my vacation. At least until this stage was over with. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. Working with infants wasn’t safe in my condition. Not when I was running to the nearest restroom or trashcan within distance.
The elevator opened and I jogged to get in the car. Now that I re frained from coffee, the cafeteria was out. Considering the smells I knew I would be faced with, I was fine with that. Still, a boost of energy would have been nice. I knew that by ten, I’d be ready to take a nap.
The doors shut and I glanced over to a man wearing khakis and a white and blue plaid shirt. His blond hair was trimmed short and he had a goatee. The smile I flashed was returned. It was nothing more than pleasantry. A greeting to a stranger.
A notepad sat in his hand and he tapped it against his thigh as we waited.
“I’m sorry, but you wouldn’t happen to know which floor Victoria Farris is on, would you?”
The nametag I wore was covered by my purse as I looked down. “Maybe. What’s it concerning?”
A big smile, a charming one, burst to his face. “I’m looking to ask her a few questions for a story I’m working on.”
“Oh.” I laughed. “Sorry, I’m really not sure. I’ve heard of her, but I think maybe she works on one of the top floors.” Great. Another reporter. They usually found me outside the hospital. Never inside.
“Ah. Thanks.” The elevator stopped on the second floor and I waited as Rita walked on and the doors shut behind her. I could have groaned.
“Morning, Victoria. You’re looking better than yesterday.”
My eyes flashed over and the man tilted his head, smiling even more.
“How’s the baby today? Giving you hell
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