“And I’ll be right by your side when you do it.”
His tone made it clear there wasn’t any point in arguing, but I had to try anyway. “You can’t be there for this, Jax. Not if I have any hope of keeping my job.”
“You don’t know him like I do, sweetheart. There isn’t a chance in hell I’m going to let you face that asshole alone.”
“What happened between the two of you? This has to be more than sour grapes because he got a partnership before you.”
“Is that what the fucker told you happened?” His laughter held no humor as he tugged me into the sitting room of my suite and settled me on the couch, cuddled on his lap. “Warren isn’t the kind of lawyer who believes in professional courtesies. He’s always had a reputation for peppering his interactions with bullying and deception. To him, dirty tricks are the name of the game when it comes to unsettling opposing counsel in his attempt to win cases. His track record, combined with his bad reputation, should have been enough to get him fired from the firm. He knew it, and he took drastic measures to make sure it didn’t happen.”
“What did he do?”
“He proved he was willing to lie, cheat, steal... and marry if it meant making partner. Andrea and Eden’s father used to be the firm’s biggest client. His marriage to Andrea ensured that he was untouchable and garnered him an early partnership.”
No wonder they were getting divorced. “That poor woman.”
“Trust me, there’s no poor Andrea in this situation. She had just as much to gain from their arrangement as he did, including a trust her grandfather settled on her that paid out in its entirety on the day of her marriage. A fact Warren learned when he was working on their family files, and one he had no qualms about using to his advantage.”
It sounded like a soap opera, not a respected law firm. “How have I never heard about any of this before?”
“Smith and Yates were in too deep with Warren once they’d realized the kind of man he really was. There was no way he’d let them buy him out of his newly minted partnership, so they’ve done what they could to protect him and the firm by keeping it all a secret.”
“Which sucks for me because if I’d known all of this, I never would have taken a job with them in the first place,” I groaned. “But at least I don’t have to worry about being fired on Monday morning, not when I really should just quit instead.”
“Do it,” he urged. “Screw going into the office on Monday at all. Send them an email now. Tell them you’ve received a better offer. Come work with me.”
“I can’t work for the guy who knocked me up!” I exclaimed.
“Why not? I think Harvey, Croix, and Croix has a nice ring to it.”
Chapter 10
Jax
Natalie recoiled at my statement and my heart cracked.
“You can’t make me a partner!” she gasped.
I felt marginally better when I realized her reaction wasn’t about what it would take to make her the second Croix from my comment. Except . . . I was also a little annoyed that she seemed to skip right over the fact that I’d practically asked her to marry me.
“I’m a junior associate, Jax. I’m not ready, and besides that, I would be doing exactly what I left Chicago to get away from. People won’t respect me if I’m given my position, I have to earn it.”
“Of course, sweetheart,” I agreed. “You’ll work with Isaac until the day you make partner.”
“Oh”—she paused thoughtfully—“Okay. That could work.” Then she poked me in the chest with a finger. “But, no interfering. You have to let Isaac manage me.”
I frowned, unhappy with the thought of all the time he’d get to spend with my girl, but logically, I knew she was right. So, I let it go with a simple nod.
She smiled and started to move off my lap. I held her tight around her hips, keeping her firmly in place. “I think you missed the whole point of what I was saying, sweetheart,” I growled. I fought the desire to pout. You’re a fucking man, asshole. Act like it.
A look of confusion crossed her face and she was obviously replaying our conversation in her head. “What do you—wait...”
There it is.
“Did you say Croix and”—she swallowed hard—“Croix?” Her voice came out in an adorable squeak.
Leaning in, I placed a tender kiss on her lips before affirming, “That’s right, sweetheart.”
“Bu—but, we can’t get married. Are you fucking crazy?”
My brow furrowed as my mood darkened, immediately. “The fuck we can’t. I love you, you love me, and you’re carrying my baby. We sure as hell are getting married. As soon as fucking possible!” I gripped her chin hard and glowered at her. “And, watch your language.”
“You love me?” she breathed, her green eyes lit with hope.
I smiled softly. “How could I not, sweetheart?”
A smug grin lifted my lips when she visibly melted, sinking into my embrace.
She tucked her head under my chin and sighed. “I love you too,” she murmured, her tone almost shy.
“I know.”
She snorted and muttered something unintelligible.
With a finger under her chin, I lifted her face so I could look into her eyes. “What was that?”
Rolling her eyes, she huffed, “I said you were being presumptuous.”
I raised a sardonic eyebrow. “It’s not arrogance to presume you love me when it’s a fact, sweetheart.”
“That’s not what I was talking about.” She folded her arms under her breasts, lifting them higher and distracting me. I licked my lips, mentally tasting each sweet bud in anticipation of the real thing.
“Eyes up here, Jax,” she demanded. Her breathing picked up a little, making her tits bounce slightly. My cock always seemed to be in a state of alert around Natalie, but now it was screaming code red as it grew long and hard under her sweet bottom.
With a monumental effort, I dragged my eyes up to her face. “Pardon?”
Her lips pressed into a firm line, but the sparkle in her eyes indicated she was suppressing amusement rather than irritation. “I meant your assumption that we are getting married. You can’t just decide this, Jax. You have to ask me.”
This claimed my complete attention and I scowled at her. “I’m not asking, sweetheart. I’m telling you. We are getting married.” I kept her from saying anything in return by pressing our lips together. Without breaking the connection, I stood with her cradled in my arms and strode over to the lavish bedroom, only tearing my lips away to drop her on the mattress.
Her short little nightie slid up and bunched around her waist as I grabbed an ankle and dragged her to the edge of the bed. “Jax!” she protested.
I ignored her, focusing instead on the scrap of fabric hiding my prize. I dipped a finger under the smooth fabric and groaned. “So fucking wet. You’re always so ready for me.”
Her moan shifted into a yelp when I yanked hard, tearing the silk from her body. Her pussy glistened with her juices, pink and puffy, begging for my attention. Kneeling, I threw her legs over my shoulders and traced a path with my tongue through her center.
“Mmmmm, delicious.” I closed my eyes and licked my lips again, savoring her sweet taste. “I have a lifetime to eat you, and it still won’t be enough.”
Natalie squirmed, and I pressed my palms down on her pelvis to hold her in place while I drank my fill of her. Using my tongue and teeth, I drove her wild until she was bucking hard against my firm hold and pleading for me to let her come. I doubled my efforts and soon she was screaming my name and coming with violent shudders.
I surged to my feet, seriously in jeopardy of losing my control. Stripping out of my clothes, I watched her with a heavy lidded gaze. She was so fucking beautiful. She laid still, her hands fisted at her sides, silently observing me. Before dropping my pants, I fished something out of the pocket and set it on the nightstand.
Once I was naked, I bent over her and slid her nightgown over her head, tossing it to
the end of the bed. My eyes caught on her gorgeous tits, her rosy nipples peaked and hard. But I couldn’t help going lower, until I was staring at her flat belly.
Lovingly, I smoothed my hands over the area before resting them right over where our baby was growing inside her. “I’m so fucking happy, sweetheart,” I breathed. “You’re going to look amazing with a round, swollen belly. Just knowing I put that baby there, thinking about how the world will have no doubt who you belong to...” I trailed off as I glided my palms up to cup her mounds.
Lowering, I took one pink tip in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. Then I did the same to the other side, before kissing each nipple. “You have spectacular tits, baby. But, fuck if I’m not excited to see them grow.” I grinned and she rolled her eyes, giggling.
“You’re such a man,” she grumbled jokingly.
“Damn straight, baby,” I growled as I climbed on the bed and moved her to the middle before flipping her over. Lifting her ass in the air, I slapped each cheek once.
“Hey!” she snapped, glaring at me over her shoulder.
“Who do you belong to?” I asked darkly.
“You,” she answered warily.
“Good.” I gave each cheek another resounding slap, taking only a moment to appreciate the creamy canvas now painted red. “Don’t move.”
Leaning over, I plucked the discarded item from the bedside table. Clutching it in my fist, I pressed it against her stomach, while my other hand circled her throat. With a small amount of pressure from both, I helped her up onto her knees. Then I snatched the wrist of her left hand and twisted it gently behind her back.
I opened my hand and picked up the three carat diamond solitaire engagement ring and slid it on her finger. Bringing her arm back around to her front, I held it up for her to see.
“Now everyone else will know it too.” I swept her hair to the side and brushed my lips along the skin of her neck. "I love you,” I whispered. “And our little princess.”
“Princess?” Natalie asked with a quiver in her voice. “What if it’s a boy?”
“It’s not,” I stated confidently, then chuckled because I could practically hear her epic eye roll.
“I love you too.”
Everything in me lit up like a fucking Christmas tree each time she said it. This time though, the lights burst and I started to burn, suddenly laser focused on only one thing—burying myself deep inside Natalie’s tight, hot pussy.
Nudging her on the center of her back, I encouraged her to bend down, resting her palms flat on the surface of the bed, the diamond on her hand twinkling from the rays of morning sunshine streaming through the hotel window.
Holding the base of my cock, I pumped it twice, then traced the tip through her folds.
“Jax,” she panted. “Please.”
Not one to deny my woman, I lined my dick up at her entrance and held her hips steady while I thrust in forcefully until I was fully seated.
I groaned in absolute bliss. Slowly, I set a steady rhythm, dragging my cock along her walls and then pushing back into the snug sheath.
“You feel more incredible every fucking time I get inside you, sweetheart. Squeeze me—Fuck!” She contracted around me and I picked up my pace. “Tilt your pussy, baby,” I demanded, helping her to shift. “Fuck! Yes!” I yelled as I slid impossibly deeper.
“Jax, I’m so close, oh! Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she chanted.
Reaching around, I toyed with her sensitive clit. She began to cry out with every drive of my hips. Acute stabs of pleasure raced down my spine, building the pressure there, bringing me closer and closer to the brink.
I pinched her nub and she screamed, her pussy walls convulsing around my cock. I plunged in one, two, three more times before stilling, buried from root to tip in her heat. My muscles stiffened as ecstasy roared through me then burst into millions of tiny shards, piercing me everywhere.
Collapsing to the bed, I rolled to the side and pulled Natalie on top of me so she was spread-eagle across me, like a body pillow.
“Yes.”
Her murmur was so quiet, I almost didn’t hear it. I brushed her hair out of her face and looked down at her beautifully sleepy expression. “Pardon, sweetheart?”
Her cheeks tinged with pink and I couldn’t help grinning. I’d just fucked the hell out of her, she was sprawled over me, our naked skin practically glued together. And yet, she was blushing. I was coming to the realization that there would probably never be another moment when I wasn’t continually falling even more hopelessly in love with her.
“Yes, I’ll marry you.”
She looked so earnest, I tried not to let my amusement show, but I lost the battle and ended up almost knocking her off of me with the force of my laughter.
Her lips turned down into an adorable frown. “I just agreed to marry you, and you’re laughing?”
I shook my head and winked at her, still chuckling. “No sweetheart, I simply find it funny that you still think you had a choice.”
Chapter 11
Jax
“Mr. Croix,” my secretary’s voice blared from the intercom on my desk. I needed to get it fixed. I’d fucked Natalie on the desk a week before and knocked it to the ground. Ever since, it seemed to be stuck on the highest volume.
But, part of me didn’t want to replace it because every time it squawked at me, it reminded me of how my sexy fiancée felt hugging my dick, her legs clamped around my waist, and her screams bouncing off of the walls. It was the only time since she started working at Harvey Croix that I’d been able to get her half naked during business hours. Granted it was lunch, but still. I grinned naughtily at the empty room in front of me. Next time, I was going for a fully nude wall-fucking session. Except, maybe those pink stilettos...
Fuck. I adjusted my hard on and thought about case law as I tried to calm down. Natalie had given her notice the Monday after we found out she was pregnant. She earned herself a spanking and hours of orgasmless torture when she snuck away from my office to resign in person. Facing her motherfucker of a boss without me there.
It soothed me a little when she explained that she’d met with Yates and hadn’t even seen Warren. But, I was still pissed as fuck about it three weeks later. I sighed, trying to avoid getting worked up again. At least my erection was gone.
“What’s up, Betty?”
“Your one o’clock is in conference room C.”
I frowned at my calendar, not seeing the appointment. “Was this last minute?”
“Um, yes, Sir,” she answered hesitantly. “Mr. Harvey’s office called and added it about an hour ago. He had an emergency and asked if you would take the appointment. His office said they’d cleared it with you already.”
It wasn’t unusual for Isaac and I to handle clients for each other and since he’d taken back Andrea’s case, he’d passed a few extra ones to me. But, something about the whole situation seemed off. I didn’t have time to ponder it though since the client was already waiting. I’d have to drop in and talk to Isaac about it later. His staff clearly needed better communication skills.
“Don’t worry about it, Betty. I’ll have a talk with Isaac about it. Why don’t you go ahead and go to lunch while I’m in the meeting?” I suggested.
“All right, Mr. Croix. If you’re sure?””
“I’ll see you in an hour or two.” I stood and lifted my jacket from the back of my chair, swinging it around to slide my arms inside. Then I buttoned it over my vest, grabbed my laptop, and headed to the meeting.
When I stepped into the room, it was empty. I looked around a couple of times, but it was a large open conference room, there wasn’t exactly anywhere for someone to be hiding. Walking back into the hall, I glanced up and down, finding it empty as well.
What the fuck?
I popped my head into all four meeting rooms on my way back to my office and found nothing. Right before I turned the corner to my outer office, I glimpsed a tall blonde and a much shorter brunette exit the doo
r leading to the associate’s cubicles.
Stopping, I admired the gorgeous blonde and grinned when she looked up and caught me leering at her. Natalie laughed and shook her head, then waved. She and Eden stopped at the elevators, clearly headed out for lunch and right before the doors closed, she blew me a kiss.
Warmth spread through my chest, squeezing my heart before it burst with happiness. I could’ve sworn I felt the laminate on my man card melting, so I shook it off and marched back into my office.
WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK????
I skidded to a halt in complete and utter shock.
A woman was stretched out on my couch, wearing practically nothing.
My brain caught up quickly and registered that it was Andrea, showing off her plastic goods, in trashy-looking lingerie. Immediately, I began to fill with boiling rage and my balls basically retreated all the way back up into my body.
Her eyes flickered behind me and her lips widened into what would probably be a seductive smile on someone who still had any use of their facial muscles. “You said some other time, so I decided to take you up on your offer,” Andrea cooed in a sickeningly sweet tone.
Before I could fly off the handle another voice piped up, and I found myself even more stunned.
“You did what?” Natalie’s voice screeched from behind me.
Fuck! Fuck! All the fucks!
I spun around, prepared to face Natalie and explain, but her eyes were glued on Andrea. She patted my butt subtly before stalking toward the couch. I was too confused to do anything but stand there and watch as she glared at Andrea, who was slowly getting to her feet.
Despite Natalie’s height, she was still a few inches shorter, but you wouldn’t know it because her presence was so overwhelming.
“You decided to invite yourself to a man’s place of business”—Natalie poked Andrea in the chest for emphasis—“dressed like a two-dollar hooker”—poke—“despite knowing he is engaged”—poke—“and expected him to what? Beg to fuck you?” Damn. She was all riled up and completely magnificent.
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