The Billionaire From Chicago_A BWWM Billionaire Romance

by Simply BWWM

  She carefully tossed the shirt aside--even if they were going to waste time having sex, she didn’t want to have to waste more later on getting dressed--and Luke lifted her up slightly, enough to get the robe away from her body completely. Elizabeth moved to the fly of his dress pants next, and within a few moments, they were both naked, touching each other everywhere. Ever since she’d started to show, Luke had been careful about getting on top of her, which Elizabeth mostly appreciated, but she liked the feeling of his weight on her, and she wanted to feel him like that for as long as possible before her abdomen was too distended, the twins inside of her womb too big, to support it.

  They both twisted and writhed, and Elizabeth broke away from Luke’s lips to kiss a path down along the column of his throat to his collarbones. She pushed him gently off of her and slithered on top of him, straddling his thighs as she continued to work down along his chest.

  Since they’d begun having sex more and more regularly, Elizabeth had started to enjoy going down on Luke; she had never disliked pleasuring a man with her mouth, but something about being pregnant and being with Luke made it an incredibly arousing act--so hot that she almost, almost could climax just from doing it.

  Luke groaned as she reached his flat abdomen, his fingers tangling slightly in her hair, the tips of his fingers rubbing against her scalp as he encouraged her wordlessly. Elizabeth wrapped her hand around the base of Luke’s cock even as she shifted downward along his long, lean body, nuzzling his hip and looking up at his face. She smiled to herself, pausing for just a moment--to heighten the suspense--before bringing the tip of his cock up against her lips and flicking her tongue out against it. Luke let out another groan, and Elizabeth sucked the rest of the tip of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the spongy, delicate flesh and wrapping her lips around the shaft beyond it firmly.

  She worked him with her lips and tongue and fingers, sucking and licking and swallowing the salty-sharp taste of Luke’s precum as it began to flow more and more freely. Luke’s hands tightened in her hair, and his hips bucked, but Elizabeth had gotten used to his reactions over the months they’d been together; she knew how to manipulate him, how to keep his enthusiasm from getting in her way. She worked her way down along his shaft until she just barely started to gag and then backed off until the reaction went away, building up to being able to take him as fully in her mouth as possible.

  Elizabeth felt the tension building in Luke’s hips and cupped his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze that made him moan out long and low. She knew he was close, and when he carefully pushed her away, Elizabeth grinned, even with her lips messy. “If we’re going to make this a quickie, I want to finish inside of you,” Luke said, pulling her up to kiss her eagerly.

  His hands moved over her body, resettling her over his slick cock, and Luke rocked his hips against hers, rubbing against her slippery folds. Elizabeth shivered, loving the sensation of the tip of his cock pressing up against her clitoris as they moved together. They stayed like that for what seemed like an agonizingly long time to Elizabeth--she couldn’t make the move to stop, because it felt so good, but she also almost couldn’t stand the suspense.

  Just when she was certain she would die unsatisfied in a matter of moments, Luke reached down between their bodies and guided the tip of his erection up against her inner labia. He thrust into her slowly, filling her up inch by inch, and Elizabeth pushed her hips down to meet him, moaning against his neck.

  They moved together, falling into a mutual rhythm right away, and Luke took advantage of Elizabeth’s position on top of him to play with her breasts carefully, and then let his hands trail down along her waist to her hips, then back up again, caressing her everywhere. Elizabeth kissed Luke on the lips and dipped down to the column of his throat, riding him steadily, taking him deeper and deeper inside of her. She nibbled at the spots she knew were sensitive, and they both began to move faster, keeping in each other’s rhythms as they both became more and more turned on.

  Just as soon as Elizabeth started to get tired, her thighs going tight from the position, Luke gently rolled over, holding her at the hip and back, tumbling her onto her back. He had to change his usual position slightly, and Elizabeth cried out in pleasure as the difference in angle brought the tip of his cock right up against her g-spot, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body that was so strong it was almost painful. Luke was careful, barely brushing against her inner pleasure center with every other thrust, and Elizabeth felt the tension deep down in her hips begin to become unbearable.

  Luke’s hand slipped between their bodies, and he began to stroke and rub her clit at the same time that he thrust into her harder and faster. Elizabeth instinctively tried to hold back, but all at once it was impossible; the tension between her hips broke, and pleasure crashed through her veins, lighting up her nervous system as she came. She moaned out again and again, twisting her hips and taking Luke as deeply as possible as her muscles flexed around him in erratic spasms. She was only barely aware of it when Luke reached his own climax, groaning out in pleasure as he erupted inside of her.

  They kept moving until neither of them could anymore and collapsed together on the bed, panting for breath. Elizabeth smiled, almost on the verge of giggling; she felt so good all over that it was impossible to think of anything--even the impending court appearance that she would be making in maybe another hour or so--with irritation. She lay on the bed, half-covered by Luke, her breath slowly coming back to her, her pulse gradually slowing as the aftershocks lit up her system.

  “Okay,” she said as soon as she could speak. “I just need to rinse the sweat and sex smell off of me, and then we can go to the court.” Luke snickered from next to and on top of her and kissed her lazily on the lips.

  “You can take fifteen minutes,” he told her with playful firmness. “And this time, we are not fooling around again. We can’t miss this or even be late for it.” Elizabeth nodded.

  “I know,” she said. “I will get a quick shower, and then we’ll go in there, and I’ll hammer the nail in Kelly’s metaphorical coffin.” She took a deep breath to steel herself against the resistance of her gravid body and then sat up. Luke immediately moved to help her climb out of his bed, and Elizabeth picked up her robe from where it had landed, half-draped across the foot of the bed. She’d already put out the outfit she planned to wear into court, so--Elizabeth thought--they would be out of the house pretty quickly.

  Elizabeth went into Luke’s bathroom once more and turned on the hot water in the shower. She carefully stepped under the showerhead, keeping her head clear of it--she didn’t need wet hair--and let the water sluice down her body. It felt so good--almost as good as the sex had. Elizabeth smiled to herself, letting her hands move over her curves, and began to get herself clean once more. She’d scrubbed as thoroughly as she could before coming out for her quickie with Luke, so it wasn’t going to take her long to get clean once more.

  She soaped up, let the suds rinse off of her, and then stepped out of the shower. Elizabeth glanced in the mirror; she would have some time to put on some makeup and get her hair together, as well as putting her clothes on, and then they would go to the court together.

  Luke was already dressed by the time Elizabeth stepped out again, clean and dry. She pulled on the outfit she had chosen--a dress, a pair of thin leggings underneath it, and of course a bra and panties--and gave Luke a quick kiss. “Don’t try it,” he murmured playfully, kissing her back for just a moment before pulling away.

  “I’m not trying anything,” Elizabeth told him. “I just wanted to kiss you.” She went back into the bathroom and did her makeup quickly; it was a court date, not a romantic evening with Luke, so she just needed a minimal amount. Elizabeth made sure nothing was smudged, and then--just as quickly--got her hair in order.

  The professional look she had put together meant, to her, that a neat bun was the ideal style to put her hair in. Elizabeth mused absently as she twisted and tucked her hair int
o the right shape that the conventional wisdom about prenatal vitamins giving women great hair and nails was right.

  “Let’s go over what the testimony is going to be,” Luke suggested as they walked out to his car.

  “I think we’ve gone over it a dozen times already, and besides, it’s basically clear facts, not anything picky.” Luke shrugged, taking his keys out of his pocket. He unlocked the Tesla, and Elizabeth climbed in.

  “Still. Good to rehearse right before the big show,” Luke said. Elizabeth considered that and nodded.

  “Okay, let’s do it,” she said.

  “Whenever you’re ready.” Luke started the car and pulled out of the driveway. Elizabeth took a deep breath, remembered how she had gone over the details of the case with the lawyer, and began.

  “Kelly Lathem approached me out of the blue about four months ago, asking if I intended to act as a surrogate for Luke Johns,” she began. She went through all the details: what Kelly had claimed, how she had substantiated it, confronting Luke about the situation, and then the details of their plan to expose what Kelly had done. Thankfully, there was no charge to be laid at her feet, and she was not in any danger, even with the recordings; Illinois law allowed for public conversations to be recorded even without the full consent of everyone involved.

  By the time they reached the courthouse, Elizabeth had gone through all of the details that she was going to include in her testimony. Luke had already testified a few days before, and Elizabeth’s words would be some of the last bits of evidence that the jury would hear. They would probably finish the trial within a week, and then there would be the verdict--and, assuming it was guilty--the sentencing.

  And then, Elizabeth wouldn’t have to worry about Kelly or anyone else from the group for years to come; it occurred to her that she wasn’t even sure that Luke and she would still be together at that point, but that was a dangerous thought to entertain. They hadn’t discussed in much detail what their relationship would be once the pregnancy was over, but Elizabeth hoped that it would at least still exist.

  *

  Luke checked his pocket to make sure that the little box was still in there. He’d gone to Marshall Pierce in secret at the beginning of the last trimester of Elizabeth’s pregnancy, knowing that what he wanted would take some time for the company to create. He’d wanted something brand new, something that no one else would have, and of course, he had plenty of money to make it happen. It just needed to be the right moment.

  He’d retrieved the ring about a week before, and it was perfect, but now the problem was that Elizabeth was due at any time, and he wanted to find a good moment to do what he needed to before she actually went into labor. Of course, if you don’t get that moment before she goes into labor, then you can always wait until after she gives birth to the kids. According to the doctor, the twins were identical, and according to the ultrasound technician, they were almost definitely girls. They had opted against blood testing, since they didn’t have any risky genetics to worry about and since they didn’t want to risk even the small chance of complications that could come with it.

  “Luke? Are you going to join me or not?” Luke smiled to himself. He’d gone downstairs to get a bottle of sparkling cider for Elizabeth to enjoy in the tub, where she’d deposited herself about twenty minutes earlier; she’d gone so far as to say that a water birth might be a good idea, considering how unwieldy she was at eight and a half months pregnant.

  Luke knew that she worried sometimes that he was just going through the motions, being affectionate--even sexual--with her because he knew it was what she needed, rather than because he was actually attracted to her body, but the fact was that he thought she had only become more and more beautiful as the pregnancy had developed.

  With only a few weeks to go until she delivered--if that--her belly was definitely prominent, and Luke had happily paid the premium for larger bras that she’d needed as her breasts increased in size steadily through her pregnancy. Elizabeth had been a D cup before, and now that she was getting ready to deliver, she had reached an F.

  “I’m coming in,” he called from the bedroom. Luke checked again to make sure that the box was in his pocket. There was just enough room for both of them in the big bathtub he had in his bathroom, and since Elizabeth preferred to spend as much time as possible in there, Luke had taken to joining her as often as his schedule allowed.

  They’d worked on the nursery together, buying a crib that would work for twins, as well as the other furniture that he would need. But if this goes right, you won’t be alone in taking care of the twins, Luke thought.

  There was already an unspoken agreement of sorts that Elizabeth was not just a surrogate for him anymore. She hadn’t been that in months; she was the woman he loved, and while Elizabeth hadn’t even touched on the topic of getting engaged or eventually married, Luke knew that she probably wanted something a little more committed than their current situation.

  He stepped into the bathroom and smiled at the sight of Elizabeth, sprawled in his tub, her belly hovering above the slightly steamy water and her head tilted back against the bath pillow he’d gotten for her when she’d started taking more and more baths at his place. Her own tub in the apartment he’d rented for her was not really big enough for her anymore; she didn’t spend much time in her own place now that she could go into labor at any time.

  The doctor had told them that it was rare indeed for a twin pregnancy to go to full term, that usually twins were born at least a month premature--but so far, the two babies in Elizabeth’s womb were content where they were.

  “I brought the cider,” he said, coming further into the room. He set the glasses down on the wide lip of the tub and took the foil off of the bottle of cider, getting ready to open it for Elizabeth.

  She had been everything that anyone could ever want in a surrogate mother, or even just a regular mother, to twins: she’d had maybe three glasses of wine the entire pregnancy, with Dr. Marchman’s approval, and had eaten well--as well as healthfully--the whole time, and had done exercises even into the eighth month.

  She was too unwieldy to do most of the workout routines she’d gotten used to, but she still did stretches and made a point of walking as much as she could stand to.

  Luke poured the cider and started stripping off his clothes. This is it. This is the moment, he thought as he went to carefully take off his jeans. He had been waiting for it for weeks, and while it might not be the most romantic moment to propose, somehow it felt exactly right.

  “I wanted to talk to you about what comes next,” Luke said, keeping his hand in his pocket.

  “Well, the very next thing will hopefully be me going into labor and delivering two healthy twin babies,” Elizabeth said, sitting up slightly in the tub to reach for the glass of sparkling cider.

  “I mean after that,” Luke said. “We never really--formally--decided what would happen between us.”

  “I figured we’d stay together for a while and see how things were,” Elizabeth said.

  “I’ve been thinking that it might be good to have something more formal in place,” Luke said. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at that, looking at him somewhat skeptically.

  “What do you mean? Another contract?” She smiled at him wryly.

  “Technically, yes--eventually,” Luke said. He took the box out of his pocket and sank down onto one knee in front of the tub. He opened the box to reveal the ring that he had spent about twenty thousand dollars on: white gold, with emeralds and diamonds in a vine motif. “I was thinking that at some point after you give birth, when you feel up to it, we could get married.”

  Elizabeth stared at him for a long moment, and Luke wondered if he had seriously misjudged what she seemed to want from him. She looked at the ring then, and again at him, and her mouth opened and shut, and Luke’s anxiety increased every moment that she didn’t say anything.

  “You want to marry me?”

  Luke nodded.

  “I do. Maybe not r
ight away; I don’t know how you’ll feel about getting married when you’re helping me take care of the babies--at least I hope you’re down for helping me--but at some point.”

  “You really, seriously want to marry me,” Elizabeth said, making it not quite a question.

  “I really, seriously want to marry you, Lizzie,” he said, smiling. “Do you want to marry me?” Once again, the silence seemed to crawl through the air, lasting much longer than it possibly should.

  “I think you’re insane for wanting to marry me when I look like this,” Elizabeth said, gesturing to her gravid body. “But if you want to marry me now, you are definitely going to still want to when I lose all this extra weight and get my body mostly back under my control.” She smiled slowly. “Yes, I will marry you.”

  Luke put the ring on her finger and kissed her eagerly, tasting the sweetness of the cider on her lips. He rose to his feet and stripped off the last of his clothes, intent on nothing more than spending the rest of the afternoon with Elizabeth, lounging in the tub and, later on, eating a snack in front of the TV, cuddling on the couch, and then going to bed. Dr. Marchman had said that they could continue having sex if they felt like it, and had pointed out that it was, in fact, shown that having sex could trigger labor.

  He climbed into the tub, and Elizabeth struggled to sit up enough to kiss him again. “This is the most beautiful ring I could ever imagine anyone getting for me,” she said. “You really...this is pretty insane. It had to have cost you a fortune.”

  “I have about eight fortunes,” Luke pointed out. “Or based on how much this cost, I have a couple hundred fortunes. But it would have been ridiculous to buy you a ring that was that expensive.” Elizabeth laughed, and they both settled into the hot water together, sipping the rest of the sparkling cider.

  Luke was just thinking about suggesting that they either refill the tub or go downstairs when Elizabeth shifted against him, tensing. “What’s wrong?” Elizabeth’s eyes widened.