I sat Hazel on the bed and took a step back, trying to calm the fuck down. I watched her as she sipped her tea and peeked up at me through her lashes with a slightly coy smile. It was appealing as fuck and made staying in control a mighty feat.
Ever since we confirmed that she was three months pregnant, I’d been extremely careful with her when we had sex. I missed fucking her, but making love with Hazel was also an out of this world experience. So, I focused on being gentle and loving.
Clenching my fists, I forced myself to turn away and take off my tux, then hang it in the closet; letting her have time to finish her tea and for me to get on steady ground.
“Jaimie?”
“Yeah, peaches?” I popped my head out of the closet door to glance over at her. I suddenly felt like a fucking cartoon. My eyes bugged out, the dark green probably molten black from the lust coursing through me. My jaw dropped with my tongue lolling limply to the side, most likely dripping with drool. And my heart was pounding so loudly, I wondered if it was visibly banging out of my chest like a Bugs Bunny character.
Hazel had stripped out of her gown and was standing beside the bed in lingerie I hadn’t known was hidden beneath it. Thank fuck, or I’d have killed every man who dared to look at her. Strike that, we never would have left the fucking bedroom.
She’d let her coppery hair fall in waves down her back, framing her gorgeous face. Her lush body was accentuated by the peach, lace teddy that barely contained her pregnancy swollen tits, caressed her slightly rounded tummy, and molded to the sweet curve of her hips as they flared. Garters and stockings made her legs look impossibly long for someone so petite, and she was still wearing the high, glittery-gold heels that had matched her dress.
Her eyes heated at my reaction, then they dropped to the substantial tent in my boxer briefs and a smug smile graced her pink lips. I swallowed hard and tried to stuff my tongue back in my suddenly dry mouth.
“Fuck me…” I croaked in audible thought.
“That’s the plan, sexy,” Hazel purred as she sauntered toward me.
When she stopped right in front of me, my hands darted out of their own volition and gripped her thickening waist. I lifted her, and she immediately wrapped her legs around me.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous. What did I do to deserve you?” Hazel’s cheeks dusted with pink even as she beamed at me with pleasure. “You’re my whole world, peaches. If anything ever happened to you, I’d be lost. I wouldn’t survive.”
She nodded and put one tiny hand on my cheek. “I know.”
“It’s why I do the things I do. To protect you.” I placed my hand on her stomach. “There is nothing more precious to me than you and our baby.” Again, she nodded, then brushed a sweet kiss against my lips.
I carried her as I padded across the plush carpet and set her on the bed. She reached for me, but I deftly caught her wrists and set them on either side of her head. “If you touch me, I won’t be able to control myself.”
Her green eyes burned with desire as she countered, “That sounds perfect to me. It isn’t fair that I’m the one who gets to let loose while you have to hold back all the time. I want to drive you crazy sometimes, too.”
It sounded fucking fantastic to me, as well. Keeping a tight rein on my rampaging libido wasn’t easy. I’d love to sink my fat cock into her tight pussy and hammer away until neither of us could see straight, but I wasn’t going to do anything to put her and our baby at risk. Their health and wellbeing took precedent over my raging desires—no matter how hard it was to hold myself back. The only thing that made it easier was knowing that I could still give her plenty of orgasms without having to worry about hurting her. Watching her as she flew apart and having her sweet taste fill my mouth had quickly become my favorite pastime.
“You’ll never hear me complaining about you letting loose with me, peaches. I love to watch you come.” Kissing down her chest, I swirled my tongue around one of her puckered nipples before adding, “But it’s even better when I get to taste it, too.”
“Yeah, but—”
Whatever she’d been about to say was cut off by a moan when I sucked her breast into my mouth and bit down gently on the tip. Being pregnant had made her tits sensitive as hell, to the point where I could almost make her come just by playing with them. With my control already near its breaking point, I used this to my advantage and focused on her breasts until she was writhing in need beneath me. Then I made my way down her body.
Gently resting one hand over her slightly rounded belly—as a reminder to myself about why I couldn’t fuck her brains out—I glided the other down to spread her pussy lips apart. Then I lowered my head and licked up from her drenched hole to her clit. Humming in approval as the burst of sweet flavor hit my taste buds, I flattened my tongue and devoured her, licking from top to bottom and stiffening my tongue so I could thrust it inside her pussy on each downslide.
It didn’t take long before her hips started to jerk up and she whimpered, “Please, Jaimie. I’m so close.”
“That’s right, peaches. Give it to me,” I murmured against her damp skin before I circled her clit with my thumb. Her entire body tensed before she cried out and her come filled my mouth. I licked her gently through her orgasm, waiting until her trembling stopped before crawling up her body and kicking off my boxers.
Before my cock could nudge against her soaked entrance, her small hand slid between our bodies to circle it. With her fingertips barely touching, I felt huge in her grasp. “I want a taste of you, too.”
Even though my hips punched forward, pushing my hard length deeper into her palm, I wrapped my hand around her wrist and gently tugged until she let go of my dick. There wasn’t a chance in hell I’d be able to maintain my control with her plump lips wrapped around my cock. The flare of disappointment in her beautiful green eyes killed me, but I’d never forgive myself if I let her push me over the edge and I ended up hurting her and the baby.
Determined to see her eyes full of passion instead, I claimed her lips in an ardent kiss and circled my hips with only an inch of my cock inside her pussy. “Some other time, peaches. I’ve been dying to sink into your wet heat all night. I can’t wait another second.”
“Okay,” she answered softly, with a jerky nod. I could tell she wasn’t thrilled by my refusal, but I knew I’d soon make her forget about it when I gave her another orgasm and let myself fill her with my come.
With that goal in mind, I slowly inched my way into her pussy until I bumped against her cervix. Then I pulled back and set a quick but careful pace as I thrust in and out of her, never going quite as deep as that first one. I kept one palm flat against the mattress, making sure I didn’t give Hazel too much of my weight. Trailing kisses across her cheek, I brushed my lips over hers until she opened them. Our tongues tangled as our bodies moved in unison.
When I felt her pussy start to flutter around my dick, I grunted, “You feel so fucking perfect. Just like I knew you would with this sweet pussy milking my cock until I fill you up with my come.”
“Oh—Yes—Please,” she panted, her nails digging into my shoulders. I circled my hips, making sure to hit her G-spot on the next stroke, and she clamped down hard. With her cries of completion ringing in my ears, I finally gave in to the tingling in my spine. My cock jerked over and over again, and my hot come filled her to overflowing. With my chest heaving, I rolled off her body and collapsed against the mattress and pulled her on top of me. Her small hands stroked my chest, and she buried her face right above my thundering heart. It wasn’t until she drifted off to sleep that I noticed a slight dampness on my skin. My lips curved up in a tiny grin at how fucking adorable she was, even when she was drooling on me.
Chapter Three
Jamison
“I have to go into the office today, peaches,” I murmured into her hair as I snuggled her close. “I want you to come with me.”
She nodded and flipped around to cuddle into my chest, tucking her head under my chin. “Okay.
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“How about I let you hang out with Blair at the daycare in the building instead of being stuck all day in my office?”
Her head dipped back, and her happy smile spread warmth through my chest and straight to my morning wood. “I’d like that.”
Blair was the wife of Justice Kendall, one of my business partners, and she worked at the company daycare. I was actually a little jealous of his set up. He had eyes on his wife all day long because there were cameras everywhere. At the moment, I was forced to settle for a security team shadowing Hazel and GPS trackers in her ring and cell phone, on the rare occasions when I couldn’t be with her. And, dragging her to my office to sit on my couch while I answered emails and had conference calls wasn’t exactly fun for her. At least while she was in the daycare, I could watch her.
“Imogene will probably be there too, since the three of us are meeting today.” Hazel’s green eyes twinkled, and I almost groaned. I loved that she’d grown close with Blair and Thatcher Kendall’s wife, Imogene. But it wasn’t rare for the three of them to put their heads together and cause trouble. The kind that would put their husbands in an early grave.
Staring down at her delighted expression, I couldn’t bring myself to care. I’d deal with that if it happened. At that moment, I was just happy to see her shine again.
I lowered my lips to hers, and it wasn’t long before I had her on her back and was moving above her in slow, deep strokes. I deliberately kept a steady, controlled pace. I was determined not to lose my shit and turn into a fucking beast. I wouldn’t risk being too rough and hurting her or the baby.
Hazel whimpered and moaned, “harder,” but I just shook my head and focused on giving her as much pleasure as possible.
“I love you more than anything, Hazel,” I whispered, pushing her over the edge. She cried out, and the throbbing of her pussy had me following right behind. I pulled out immediately and started to roll to the side so I wouldn’t crush her. She grabbed onto my torso and squeezed. “Don’t go yet. I love to feel your weight on me.” I was so tempted to give in to her plea, but I stayed firm and settled next to her on the bed. She sighed and muttered something so low that I only caught the word “breakable.”
After a few minutes, her lashes lifted, and she stared up at me with eyes that were churning with emotion. “I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too, peaches,” I replied with a smile before kissing the tip of her nose. She bit her lip as she continued to quietly study my face, almost as though she was searching for something. I wasn’t sure whether she found it before she finally looked away. She cuddled into my side and traced her fingertips along the lines of my muscled chest.
Eventually, I dragged her cute little ass out of bed so we could shower together. I scrubbed her from head to toe, paying special attention to my favorite parts, including her slightly rounded belly.
When she was thoroughly cleaned and satisfied from two more orgasms, I quickly washed, then hopped out and grabbed a couple of towels. After wrapping Hazel up in the warm, fluffy material, I carried her into our massive walk-in closet. I dried us both and tossed the towels into a laundry bin. Then I rummaged through a couple of drawers in the dresser built into the center of the room until I found what I was looking for. After handing her the scraps of peach lace, I looked through her hanging clothes and selected a pretty, green sweater dress that matched her eyes.
Hazel watched me with amusement playing at the corners of her mouth. It was times like these, when I let myself get carried away in my obsession to control everything about her, that I worried she’d begin to see through my façade. So far, she’d either found my slips cute or hot. I definitely preferred when a show of my possession had her jumping my bones as soon as we were alone.
An hour later, I gave her a deep, passionate kiss before leaving her in the company of Blair and Imogene and heading up to my office on the forty-seventh floor.
Thatcher was already waiting for me, sprawled on one of the leather armchairs facing my desk. He was staring at his phone and barely acknowledged my presence. As I walked around him to sit at my desk, I glimpsed his screen and was unsurprised to see him glued to a video feed of his wife.
Since I pulled up the daycare security feed as soon as my computer booted up, I didn’t comment. I started clearing through my emails until Justice joined us around ten minutes later.
Wordlessly, I swiveled my laptop to the side so that we all had at least a partial view of the split screen showing the feed from four different cameras. We’d never get any work done if we were all constantly checking our phones.
Justice grunted. “I don’t like the way those three have their heads together,” he muttered.
I was in complete agreement but had no solution, so I just shrugged. At that moment, Hazel threw back her head and laughed, bringing a smile to my face.
We jumped into company business for the next few hours; only stopping when it was time for lunch. “Let’s take our girls out,” Thatcher suggested, though from the look on his face, it was clear that he would rather grab his wife and hole up alone at home.
Once we’d collected our wives, I mentioned an upscale restaurant a few blocks away. Imogene’s face wrinkled, and she pointed to a street vendor. “How about some hot dogs instead?”
Thatcher rolled his eyes and tugged his wife into his side. “No more street hot dogs, sugar. It’s not good for you, but especially while you’re pregnant.”
Blair and Hazel screeched and started clapping and jumping up and down. They hugged Imogene who was blushing to the roots of her brown curls. “Our babies will be so close together!” gushed Blair. Hazel glanced at me with a question in her leafy green eyes. It was technically a little early, but I was as excited to share our news as she was. I smiled and gave her an encouraging nod.
Just then, Blair turned and grabbed my wife’s hands. “Your turn, Hazel! Let’s have our babies together!” Justice shook his head with an expression of exasperation, but he was chuckling.
“Perhaps we should let Jamison and Hazel decide when they want to have babies, bunny.”
I couldn’t help the huge grin that split my face when Hazel flushed and matched my expression.
“She’s pregnant!” Imogene shrieked, and then the dance happened all over again.
We stood there a little awkwardly, but the proud puff of our chests didn’t escape the girls’ notice. Hazel smirked and cocked her head to the side. “Look at them,” she jibed with a teasing tone that brought back the musical lilt from her country upbringing. “I’m surprised they don’t float away with all those puffed chests and planet-sized egos.”
I stuck my hands in my pockets and grinned unapologetically. Hell yeah, I was preening like a fucking peacock. My woman had a ring on her finger that could be seen from space and my baby in her belly. And right at that moment, she was glowing with happiness. I took a deep breath. For the first time in weeks, I felt easy and relaxed.
“It’s on Wednesday. You guys are going to come, right?” Imogene was wringing her hands nervously as she voiced her question. It seemed she’d finally agreed to let Thatcher set up a showcase for her at a small, local gallery.
“Of course!” Hazel answered sweetly as she cuddled into my side. We’d ended up in a retro diner near the seaport where we could share a large, round booth, allowing each couple to sit together. She tipped her head back and looked up at me. “We can, right?”
“We can do whatever you want, peaches.” She blushed prettily and gave me a beautiful smile. I fucking loved when she stared me like I hung the damn moon. I loved it a little too much because we were going to be stuck in that booth for a little while until I talked my cock down.
“It’s casual,” Imogene continued excitedly. “The gallery is actually kind of funky, so I think it will be a fun atmosphere.”
The girls made more plans while we sat back and simply enjoyed watching them. I imagined my expression mirrored the one on Justice’s and Thatcher’s faces. Cont
entment and adoration. I was besotted with my gorgeous wife, and it reaffirmed my determination to do whatever it took to make her happy for the rest of our lives.
Chapter Four
Jamison
Hazel had been practically beaming all night. I trailed behind her, keeping an eye out, but mostly just enjoying watching her. She was dressed in jeans that were a little too tight in my opinion, but hot as fuck. With a purple tunic that had long, flowy sleeves with slits in each one and another in the center of the chest, giving tantalizing glimpses of cleavage. She wore brown riding boots, and her hair was in a messy, fancy braid that hung over one shoulder, resting on her breast.
If she hadn’t been so excited about attending the art show, I’d have kept her locked in the house while I devoured her from head to toe. It was still the plan for when we got home.
Imogene and Blair had drawn Hazel into a conversation about babies while I talked business with my partners. As time passed, more and more people arrived at the gallery, and I could tell that Justice and Thatcher were becoming as uncomfortable as I was. I sent a quick text and within five minutes, Bianca, Hazel’s bodyguard, walked in the door. She was followed by Benjamin and Kyla, Blair and Imogene’s security, respectively. When Hazel caught sight of the three “shadows” as the girls liked to call them, she rolled her eyes at me, but I just shrugged, not the least bit sorry.
They blended seamlessly into the crowd, and it allowed me to breathe a little easier. We’d all learned our lesson about security over the years since we’d made our first million, then billion. And, our wives were where we were the most vulnerable.
“Are you and Hazel attending the fundraising gala at The Met next weekend?” Justice asked, his eyes glued to his wife.
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