The Billionaire's Reluctant Pregnant Bride: A BWWM Romance by Imani King

each vertebrae, bringing his hand to the back of my neck. He twists his hands around my weave, pulling me back so his lips can touch the side of my jaw.
    “Beautiful,” he whispers.
    And then, I realize he’s unzipped his pants.
    Oh God, is he going to fuck me in this ritzy elevator?
    His hand moves under my dress so he can caress my breasts. I squeeze my legs together as he gently pinches my nipples. “I’ve been fuckin’ dreaming of getting my mouth on these again,” he whispers again, this time close enough so I can feel his teeth on my shoulder.
    “Oh God.”
    The doors open with a ding.
    I’m breathless and we haven’t even started. I thought he’d take me in the elevator, but he seems to have other plans. He lets go of me and it takes everything I have not to cry out. The asshole knows it, too. He glances over his shoulder, flashing me a cocky grin.
    My heart beats faster as I follow him into his penthouse. It isn’t the first time I’ve been in here. It isn’t even the first time I’ve fucked him here. But I don’t remember what happened before and I have a feeling that even if I did, it wouldn’t prepare me for tonight.
    His tasteful, ornate rooms bleed into one another. All I can focus are his powerful shoulders, his confident stride, as he leads me further into his domain. Finally, he opens a black door at the end of a hallway.
    We enter together. “I should have danced with you,” he whispers, brushing the hair from my face.
    “It’s alright. You didn’t have dancing on your mind. I don’t, either.”
    “You deserve to be courted.”
    “I deserve to be pleasured.”
    He smiles sinfully. “Ah, yes. That too. I guess making sure you’re pleasured is more important.”
    “You guess ?”
    “You’re an insatiable lover.” His eyes darken. “I like that.”
    “You better.” I run my hand up his chest. His heart is beating just as furiously as mine.
    I push him back down the hall. I know he’s worth a billion dollars, but Jesus Christ, one night in the sack with him is probably worth one billion dollars, too. I can’t believe I have that body all to myself. There has to be a catch. I can find it later, after tonight.
    When we reach the bedroom, he takes control, picking me up and throwing me onto the bed. I’m a big woman, but he moves like I weigh nothing.
    He grins, taking my kissing my ankle.
    “I like these shoes,” he tells me. “Who got them for you?”
    They match my dress. The one he ripped in the hallway. “I picked them out.”
    “You have good taste,” he whispers, dropping the heel.
    I don’t know if I’d describe my taste as “good.” The heels are ridiculously long and the most impracticable shoes I’d ever seen in my life. Kate had encouraged me to buy them even though I said there’s no way I could dance in them. She didn’t seem to think that would be a problem.
    “They’re hell to walk in. Probably good we didn’t dance,” I tell him.
    “Oh, sweetheart, these aren’t shoes to walk in. These are shoes to get fucked in. You in nothing but these shoes…I think I could get hard forever on just that thought.”
    With that, he rips down the front of my dress.
    “Hey!” I yell. “this was expensive!”
    “I’ll buy you a new one.”
    “You can’t. It was one of a kind, made for some runway show. There are no other ones.”
    “Then I’ll find the designer and pay her to make another one for you.”
    I shake my head. “You can’t do that either. She’s an artist.”
    “And you are a work of art.”
    With that he hooks his thumb beneath my knees, pushing me further apart. Every part of me is hot and I’m so wet and ready down there that it’s amazing I haven’t cum already. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything so much before. I mean, if I did, I’m pretty sure I would have died.
    I look down.
    Oh God.
    Oh my fucking God.
    I knew he was big. But there’s big, and then there’s… that .
    My entire body trembles as I glance down at his