“Confirm what, baby?” His voice was becoming elevated with alarm. “Nothing you’ve said so far has made it clear to me what’s wrong with you.”
“I’m pregnant.”
A moment of stunned silence followed my bald statement.
“You’re carrying my baby?”—I nodded—“And you aren’t sick? It’s just the pregnancy?”—Another nod—”Halle-fucking-lujah!”
His reaction seemed pretty obvious, but I asked anyway, “You aren’t mad?”
His grin was huge. “Not even a tiny bit, sunshine.”
“Oh.” My head collapsed into his chest as a surge of relief crashed over me. “I swear I didn’t do this on purpose. I wasn’t trying to trap you or anything like that. I’m not even sure how it happened, really. Besides the obvious.” I went into doctor mode, spouting statistics. “But you used a condom each and every time, and when used effectively they only have a two percent failure rate.” I felt his muscles stiffen, and I pulled away to peer up at him. “I didn’t mean for it to sound like I’m blaming you—”
His expression turned sheepish. “You probably should since odds are good that it happened the first time I got inside you. That condom I found in my wallet our first time together? I was so relieved to have found it that I hadn’t stopped to think about the fact that it had to have been in there way too long.” He shrugged as his lips tipped up into an adorable smile as his hand slid down to cover my belly. “But I don’t regret it. Not when you being pregnant with my baby makes you even more mine than you already were.”
I offered him a shy smile. “So you’re the opposite of mad?”
His other hand tangled with mine, and he brushed his thumb over my ring finger. “The only thing that’d make me happier is carrying you down to the wedding chapel and making it official.”
“What?” I gasped, shaking my head in denial. “No! That’s not possible.”
His mouth kicked up at one side and he flashed me a wink. “It’s Vegas, baby. It’s more than possible. There’s something like three hundred weddings a day here.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “We’re not rushing off and getting married just because I’m pregnant.” No matter how much I wanted to take him up on the offer.
“I don’t want to marry you just because you’re pregnant.” His tone was indignant, making me smile inside.
I raised a single brow. “Then why do you want to marry me?” The air in my lungs stalled as I waited for his answer.
“I want to marry you because you’re mine.”
The breath I’d been holding let out in a huff. “Saying I’m yours isn’t a good enough reason. Not when we only spent two days together.”
His eyes narrowed and he looked at me pointedly. “It might’ve only been two days, but I still managed to fall in love with you.”
“You love me?” I gasped.
“Whoever said absence makes the heart grow fonder was right because my feelings didn’t go away during the two months we spent apart. They only grew.”
Holy shit, I was a lucky woman. This incredibly sexy man had somehow fallen in love with me and wasn’t the least bit bothered by the fact that I was unexpectedly pregnant. No wonder I’d fallen in love with him. “I love you, too.”
His grin grew smug. “You’re already in love with me and pregnant with my child. Why not throw caution to the wind and marry me too?”
I wanted to say yes. I really, really did. But it was a little more complicated than he was making it sound. “Because we live in different cities.”
“I’m a fucking billionaire. We can live wherever you want. Living in Vegas makes running the hotel more convenient, but you and our family are my priority.”
“I need to figure out my whole job situation,” I mused. “I hadn’t planned on needing one until my time was up with Doctors Without Borders.”
“Like I said before, I’m a billionaire. Take all the time you want to figure out where you want work.” I narrowed my eyes at him again, and he quickly figured out I wasn’t as happy with his solution to my lack of a job as I had been with him being willing to live wherever I wanted. “You weren’t expecting to go job hunting for another ten months anyway. Enjoy the pregnancy. Settle into married life with me. That’d be right around the time most women’s maternity leave is up. You could take over as our in-house doctor, open a clinic, get a job at the hospital here. I’ll support whatever you think is the right decision for you.”
My pregnancy hormones made me extra emotional, and my eyes filled with tears at how perfect his answer was. “Are you for real?”
He pressed my palm against his hard length. “I’m very real.”
“And you love me?”
He slid my hand up to where his heart pounded in his chest. “Every beat is for you.”
“And you really want to get married right away?”
His blue eyes burned with sincerity. “More than anything.”
Only a very dumb woman wouldn’t have agreed, and nobody have ever tried calling me stupid.
Epilogue
Drew
“It’s perfect,” Autumn sighed, looking around the spacious bedroom. We were standing in what would soon be a nursery for our baby boy.
I slipped my arms around her from behind, resting my palms on her large stomach. “Perfect,” I mumbled, nuzzling her neck and placing a soft kiss behind her ear.
Autumn had lined up a job in a prominent children’s hospital in Las Vegas and would start several months after the baby was born. Until then, she’d been busy hunting for the perfect house since we didn’t want to raise our children in the hotel.
“Is this the one?” I asked with another small kiss, enjoying her light shiver that skittered down her spine.
“Yes,” she breathed. Then she laughed and spun around, throwing her arms around my shoulders. “This is our house!” It wasn’t easy to maneuver around her eight-and-a-half-month belly, but my height gave me an advantage and I was able to drop my head and take her mouth in a deep kiss.
This time, the shiver wracked her entire body and she moaned. “Fuck, I love your sounds, sunshine,” I groaned. “Unless you want to christen our new house right now, I suggest you keep quiet.”
She whimpered and it drove me past the point of no return. I grabbed her hand and towed her from the room, her giggles following behind. The house was only sparsely furnished, staged for showing. But, I knew the perfect spot. I lifted her into my arms, ignoring her squeak of protest and carried her down the stairs. There was a hallway to the left and the first door led to an office. Once inside, I kicked the door shut and set Autumn on her feet before flipping the lock. A sturdy oak desk was positioned in the center of the room, and I drew her over to it and carefully hoisted her up. My hands slipped up her thighs, under her flowy dress. They glided up to cup her breasts as I stepped between her legs.
My mouth ravaged hers, our tongues twisting and tasting, muffling our mingled moans of pleasure. Her tits had grown into more than a handful and I massaged them, running my thumbs over her erect nipples. Her quick inhale and arched back had my blood boiling with lust. “You’re so fucking sexy, baby.” I trailed kisses down her neck. “I love seeing you like this, round with our child, your gorgeous tits ready to feed him, your taste so sweet. And, fuck me, if your hormones are always going to be this way when you’re pregnant, you can expect to remain knocked up for the foreseeable future.”
Autumn laughed and shook her head, her cheek scraping along my beard. I raised my head and looked into her dark eyes. She saw the seriousness of my expression and swallowed. “Um…how about we discuss this after this one comes out,” she said with a nervous laugh.
I smiled devilishly and quickly stripped her dress over her head. “Fine. That gives me a few months to convince you.” I didn’t give her a chance to reply before yanking down her bra and latching onto one of her nipples. Her breasts were extra sensitive from the pregnancy and sometimes, I could make her come just from playing with them. But, I was
too impatient. The excitement of finding our house, her sexy as sin body, and the simple fact that I always wanted her, had me already hard as fuck. “I need to feel your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock, baby.”
I put her hands on my shoulders and continued my treatment of her tits while unzipping my slacks and freeing my shaft. With one swipe, I’d torn her panties away and despite her baby bulge, I managed to grasp her ass cheeks. She moaned and her head dropped back, as she shuddered.
With a firm tug, I shifted her forward and thrust my hips so I was buried balls-deep. “Oh, fuck, yes.”
I was mindful not to be too rough as I set a fast pace, plunging in and out. Autumn cried out each time I drove inside, her walls tightening around my cock.
“Drew,” she moaned. “Yes! Yes!”
I suddenly pulled out and Autumn yelped in protest. I gently but hastily lifted her off the desk and spun her around. I dropped into the large leather desk chair before spreading her legs and pulling her ass back. Then I guided her down, impaling her on my cock.
“Ride me, baby,” I grunted as I lightly bit and sucked at the back of her neck. Her skin was so fucking soft it felt like I was caressing silk as my hands came around her so I could continue laving attention on her tits.
“I’m going to hang a mirror on the wall in front of us,” I told her as she began to rise and fall on my dick. “That way, I can watch your tits bounce and see the sexy flush of desire on your skin. But mostly,” I growled as I pinched her tips hard. “Then I can watch your beautiful face as you come apart for me.” She dropped her head back onto my shoulder as she cried out. I slid one hand between her legs and placed the other on her slender neck. I bit her shoulder and bucked my hips up just as I pressed on the sensitive nub above her pussy and put gentle pressure on her throat.
She screamed as her orgasm barreled through her and the rush of wetness around my finger, the clenching of her pussy, and the feel of her racing pulse had me coming hard with a loud shout of my own. “Fuck, baby! Oh, yes! Squeeze that pussy, baby. Fuck yes!”
I buried my face in the crook of her neck as I tried to catch my breath. “I fucking swear, it gets better every damn time,” I panted.
“Mmmm,” Autumn sighed as she relaxed against me. “What’s it going to be like in twenty years?” she asked with a chuckle.
“You’ll probably have killed me by then,” I teased. “Death by fucking doesn’t seem like a bad way to go.”
“Not if you’re going to leave me with all these kids you seem to think you’ll be knocking me up with.”
I grinned against her smooth skin and nipped her lightly. “I love you, sunshine. I’m not going anywhere.”
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