by Sam Crescent
“They’ve sent the wrong instructions with the crib.” He gets to his feet and walks toward me, showing me his manly skills are not to be questioned. I smile.
“I see.”
“You should be resting.”
“I know a whole lot of other women who were heavily pregnant and still working. I’m not even out of my first trimester yet. I’m good.” Stepping into the bedroom, I look at all the pieces. “How about we work on this together?” I grab his phone, bringing up the crib and the description of how to put it together.
For the next two hours, with a lot of laughter and some tickling, we were able to put it together. Once it is done, we stand back, admiring our handiwork. We’ve done it, built a crib together, but I know just from looking at it we’ve done so much more than that.
“How are you feeling?” he asks. His hands are on my stomach as I stand in front of him. He worries about everything and nothing.
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t need to go and rest?”
“I don’t need to go and rest.” Spinning in his arms, I ask. “Do you want a sandwich?” I cup his cheek and smile up at him.
“Are you happy?”
This makes me pause. “You think I might be … unhappy?”
I love it when he holds my face. It’s always so gentle and with the slight edge of dominance I can’t resist. “I want you to be happy.”
“Mitch, I’ve never told you this, but … erm … I’ve been in love with you since I was sixteen. Whenever you’d come around, I’d hide because I was afraid you’d see it. My feelings for you have only gotten deeper. Then when I turned eighteen, I knew I was in love with you. When I read the romance books, I’m not reading them for the hero. I was always imagining you in those roles.” Placing my hands on his chest, I look up into his face and offer him a smile. “You’re my everything, and you have been for a long time. Happy doesn’t even begin to cover what I am. You make me complete.”
“Yep, you’re not getting a sandwich for a couple of hours.” Mitch lifts me up over his shoulder and carries me out of the room down to our bedroom.
I can’t wait.
Since finding out about the baby, he’d been so careful with me, whereas now, he knows he doesn’t have to be.
We can have sex and fun for some months to come.
I, for one, can’t get enough of my soon-to-be husband, and I love that he can’t keep his hands off me.
Epilogue
One year later
Standing at the edge of the pool at our cabin, I watch my wife hold our daughter in her arms. Ava gave birth to her three months ago, and we felt it was only time for us to get away from the city.
The cabin has been calling to us for some time. This is where we kick back, have fun, and just enjoy each other. I get off the phone from work, and now I climb into the pool and walk over to my two darling girls. Ava is glowing as she always does, and so is Bethany, our baby girl.
Both of them gave me a fright on the day Bethany was born. Hearing Ava in pain during the birth, I honestly wasn’t prepared for any of that, and then, my daughter’s first cry as she came into this world.
I loved my daughter instantly as the doctors placed her on my wife’s chest.
Cupping the back of Bethany’s head, I hold her in my arms, and Ava snuggles against me.
“I know you want to wait, but don’t you want to fill our very large house with more of these?” she asks.
“I do. More than anything.”
“Then why are you so determined to wait?”
Staring into her blue eyes, I kiss her lips. “I’ve got my reasons.”
“Let me hear them.”
Looking down at Bethany, I sigh. “Shall I tell Mommy all the reasons I want to wait to have a baby?” Bethany doesn’t say a word, but her cuteness is a massive overload. “Because I don’t want to share her with anyone else. I can’t stand to hear her cry out in pain, and above all else, I don’t think I can go through the risk of anything happening to you.” I lift my head up and look into her eyes. “I love you, Ava. I can’t imagine my world without you in it, and I refuse to settle.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling my head down to her lips. “I love you, Mitch. I can wait for more kids. I’ve got you and Bethany.”
And she’s completing her college education online, but I don’t bring that up. I know deep down, she’s actually loving being a mother.
With my wife in one arm, my baby girl in another, I can’t help but think of Ava heavily pregnant with my child. Just watching her turned me on. The sex was incredible. It’s still amazing now, but she had pregnancy hormones.
Maybe I won’t make her wait too long.
After all, I’m still a selfish bastard at heart when it comes to Ava. I always want more.
The End
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BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER
HIS MRS. RIGHT
Sam Crescent
Copyright © 2018
Chapter One
News just in, eligible millionaire bachelor and celebrity chef leave together. Is a new romance on the horizon, or is she just another notch on his ever-increasing bedpost?
Brice Ivory took a large swallow of the expensive champagne while watching as the rich and famous mingled around the overly large hall. He hated these events. As far as he was concerned, most of them were filled with pretentious pricks who didn’t give a fuck about anyone or anything. They were all here to donate large chunks of money to help the homeless.
He didn’t get it.
Well, he did, but why spend a fucking fortune on a location, dining, wine, and everything that went into one of those popular events when all of that money could go into actually helping the homeless or whatever charity they decided to do? He didn’t get that part.
Glancing around the room, he saw his date, the latest model for fashion magazines, doing the rounds. She had men eating out of the palm of her hand. He noticed Sandy didn’t stop by any women though. This made him smile as his current date had a reputation for being a first-class bitch. He didn’t care what she was like with other women on set. What he cared about was how well she sucked cock.
So far, so good.
He didn’t have any complaints, but then neither should she considering the small fortune he’d already paid for her.
“I didn’t expect to see you here.”
Brice turned to see Howard Linde, one of his many business associates.
“Why not?”
“Because this is doing something good for the world and everyone who knows you, knows you hate doing anything that doesn’t benefit you.”
“I believe in many things.”
“Yeah, and with the way Sandy keeps looking your way, I imagine she’s here for you as well.”
Brice snorted. “Don’t for a second think she’s here for any other reason than to earn a few more jobs. You know what the modeling world is like. They age too fast, and unless she makes a name for herself, she’ll be old news within a few years.”
“A sad life.”
Just then, a loud chorus of laughter filled the air.
Taking another drink of his champagne, he looked in that direction but didn’t see anything of any importance to him.
Sandy moved to his side, linking her arm through his.
“Hey, handsome,” she said, kissing his cheek.
Another wave of laughter filled the air, and he watched as a blonde woman broke away from the crowd. A man grabbed her arm, telling her to come forward.
Sandy scoffed. “I can’t even believe they care about her.”
“What’s the matter, Sandy? Can’t handle the competition?” Howard asked.
&nb
sp; “Please, as if that fat piece of trash is any competition. She’s a fucking cook. She shouldn’t even be here.”
“Not only is she an amazing cook, Sandy, she’s also the head of a multi-million-dollar business, and is by far more suited to be here than a mere model.”
Brice saw Sandy’s cheeks go red, and she looked like she was about to have a heart attack.
“Okay, I clearly don’t have a clue what is going on. Who is the blonde?”
“You don’t recognize Danielle Knox? She is the star of the Goddess in the Kitchen cooking show, not to mention the founder of her company by the same name. She comes from Knox Industries, a computing firm.”
Howard sounded impressed, and Brice took another long look at the woman. He couldn’t recall ever hearing about her before, but then, just because they were in the same social circles, their businesses were uniquely different. He had nothing to do with food; however, he was aware of Knox Industries.
“Please, she’s not that great. She has her haters.”
“We all have our haters.” Howard chuckled.
“How do you know so much about her? She a mistress?” Brice asked.
Howard glared at him.
He knew for a fact that his best friend was a happily married man. Instead of going through with the engagement his parents had arranged, Howard fell in love with his housekeeper and married her, much to the scandal that erupted. Howard’s wife rarely came to public events, and when she did, she often stayed by his side.
“My wife adores her. They’re actually really good friends.” Howard looked over to Danielle and waved her over.
Brice watched as she made her excuses, and suddenly the blonde beauty walked toward them. She was incredibly stunning to look at. He felt his cock awaken, and his body wanted her. Just by seeing her smile, he wanted her. It did things to him, things he didn’t understand.
“Howard, I had no idea you were here. I’d have stopped by to pick you up. Where’s Haley? I haven’t seen her.” Danielle hugged Howard before stepping away.
The smile she wore stole Brice’s breath.
It was so natural.
Beautiful.
He couldn’t stop looking.
He was aware of Sandy by his side, her glare firmly in place.
“She decided to bow out of this event.”
“Oh, no, that sucks. I love chatting with her. She certainly knows how to keep me talking.” Danielle’s gaze went to Sandy. Her smile never slipped once. “Good evening to you both.”
“My manners. I’m being rude. Dani, I’d like you to meet Sandy. She’s a model, and there is Brice Ivory.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Danielle shook both of their hands. “I saw your latest perfume commercial. You look stunning.”
“Thank you,” Sandy said.
Brice didn’t like how awkward his date was being. Danielle didn’t seem to mind.
Shaking her hand, he felt something travel up his arm. He didn’t want to let her go, but the moment she gave her hand a little tug, he didn’t have much choice.
He watched as she made her excuses and was once again walking away. The red dress she wore molded to the curves of her body.
“She thinks she’s so special,” Sandy said. She grabbed his arm.
“She doesn’t think she’s special at all,” Brice said, watching her.
Sandy growled, pulling away from him. He didn’t mind as she walked away to go and join another group of gentlemen. Brice was in no doubt that his relationship with Sandy would be coming to an end very soon.
“I see that look in your eye,” Howard said, chuckling.
“Just out of curiosity, does little miss cook have a boyfriend?”
“Nope.”
“Single?”
“Yep.”
“Good.”
Howard laughed. “I’d be careful there. She may not have a boyfriend, but she’s not known for dating. She’s a workaholic, Brice. Something you should both be very much aware of.” Howard slapped him on the back. “I’m going to go and donate a good chunk of my money this month. Have fun staring. You don’t look crazy at all.”
Brice stood alone, drinking champagne. They’d already done the necessary speeches as to why this was important. All he had to do was donate and that would see his part completed and he could leave.
Sandy’s laughter grated on his nerves. They were not an exclusive item. She liked to make it abundantly clear to him that she was not just for him. There were more sharks in the sea, and she intended to taste them all.
Well, she could start now.
Finishing off his drink, he put the empty glass on the tray of a passing waiter and made his way toward the donations box. He arrived as Danielle did.
She offered him a beaming smile, and he noticed she had her checkbook ready. “It was an amazing turnout this year.”
“You were here last year?”
“Yes. My parents love for me to be the face of their donations as well. They donate before the event, and I show up and donate myself.” She offered him a smile.
“We’ve never met before.”
“I know, but we have now. It’s a pleasure.” She leaned forward, and the dress she wore wasn’t modest at all. He wondered if she even realized that the curves of her tits were on full display for him to see?
His cock began to get hard as he watched her. He’d never had this instant reaction to a woman before.
She finished her check, tore it out, and placed it in the donations box. With another smile, she turned on her heel and left. She didn’t join the party, however. She headed outside.
Quickly writing out a check and not thinking of an amount, he followed her. She stood waiting for her car, but his was already there as he’d called the valet ahead of time to be ready.
“Are you waiting for your car?” he asked.
“Oh, no, I’m waiting for a cab. I don’t drive.”
“Would you like a ride?” he asked.
“That’s fine. Honestly, I don’t mind waiting.”
“I am more than happy to drive you wherever you need to go. It’s cold out, and I’d hate for you to catch a cold.”
She tilted her head to the side. “Where’s your date?”
“I didn’t say she was my date.”
“She was hanging off your arm. How can she not be your date?”
“We’re not close, and she knows the score.” He’d never had to explain his actions before, so this was entirely new to him. The smile she’d worn all night had slipped from her lips. He missed it the moment it was gone.
****
Brice Ivory may not know her, but Danielle knew him. His reputation preceded him. Her parents talked about him often. They admired his corporation, his work ethic, and had often embarked on a few projects together in the name of technology.
Of course, during most of those parties, she’d been absent as she had her own life and her own work.
Even though she was a successful businesswoman in her own right, her parents still didn’t like how she lived her life.
She didn’t have to depend on them for anything, and of course, they didn’t like it. She was independent, making all of her decisions for herself.
The engagement they’d tried to force her into had failed miserably.
She wasn’t going to marry a man just to help the family business. When she finally did marry, it would be for love. It may be an outdated thought, but that was what she wanted.
The man before her, he was a player.
He was used to getting what he wanted and to hell with the consequences. He had a bad boy reputation, often showing him in the media to flaunt his latest conquest. He loved models as well as actresses and all other kinds of women. Only, the longest date so far had been a month.
“I don’t mind waiting,” she said.
“I don’t bite, Danielle.”
She pushed some hair off her face and turned to the valet, hoping he had some answers.
“I’m
sorry, Miss Knox. The cab company is running behind. You could be here for another half an hour,” the valet said, not helping her cause.
She forced a smile to her lips. It wasn’t the first one this night. “Then I’d love to take your offer.”
Brice held the door open for her, and she climbed inside. Once he was seated behind the wheel, she told him her address, and he nodded. “That’s a good apartment building.”
When she was filming her shows, she always used her home out in the country. The only reason she was staying in the city was for the few events and ceremonies she’d been requested to participate in. She couldn’t wait to get back home, start experimenting so she could finish her latest cookbook, and then film the show’s next season that had already been picked up. She would never submit her cookbook or start filming until she was absolutely sure everything was perfect.
“I own the penthouse suite on the top floor,” Brice said.
“You do?” She turned toward him. She rarely had time to go and check on her neighbors, but she didn’t have the top floor of any building.
“It would appear that we’re part of the same circles but seem to be able to constantly miss each other,” Brice said.
Words at this moment in time were failing her. She didn’t want to state the obvious that the only reason they were together right now was because of the charity event.
“I don’t spend a lot of time going to social events.” This was the only one she could think of where she didn’t have an excuse to leave. If given the chance, she would have been back home, working on her new cookbook. Her parents though, were trying to set her up with available men that they felt would not only be good for business but also good for her. She wasn’t in the mood to fight them off.
However, back home she went tomorrow. She was looking forward to the next three months of experimenting, spending time by herself, and just being creative.
