“They’re for your kids.” She gives me a smile and places my hand on her flat stomach. “You have one more now.”
“What? How the hell? Rachelle, I thought you were taking birth control! I mean, I know you were, right?” I shout.
The way she looks at me has me regretting how I’m shouting. She has this hurt expression and her cheeks are going red. “I’m sorry.”
I pull her into my arms and laugh. “No! Don’t be sorry. I’m surprised is all. I’m happy about it. I just thought we were going to wait a couple of years that’s all. You know, we talked about it.”
“Well, I forgot to take my pills a bunch here lately, and I messed up and now we’re pregnant again. I didn’t do it on purpose. I’m just so busy with the restaurant and the kids and everything that I kept forgetting,” she says with tears in her voice.
“Don’t cry, baby!” I hold her tight. “This is great news!”
“Is it? I mean, are you really okay with this?” She looks up at me with shiny eyes and it makes my heart heave.
“It’s more than okay with me, Rachelle.” I take her lips in a tender kiss as she runs her hands up and takes my hair into her fists.
Now I know why she got so hot so quickly when she brought me in here. The last pregnancy showed me a side of her I never knew before. The hormones make her nearly insatiable.
Lucky me!
Rachelle
Crickets chirp and coyotes howl as I lie in bed and wait for Blake to come join me after telling the kids their bedtime story. He is hands down the best father in the world. He’s right up there as the greatest husband too.
Six months ago I found out I was pregnant again. This is our second natural child, and she was unplanned, but loved no less than any of the rest of them.
In only three years, we managed to fill our huge mountain cabin with a real family, complete with the dog my husband dreamed of. My mother we got into a facility to help her with her many problems. My father was a bit of a nightmare to get help for, but eventually I found an organization to get him out from under the bridge.
He is still crazy as hell, but he’s crazy as hell inside a building now. I found it best to stay away from him as he tended to go off on me, ranting about my mother and throwing things.
It’s enough for me that I got him off the side of the road. I can live with that.
I’d love to report that I am one hundred percent fixed and have no more emotional problems, but that would be a lie. I have to fight myself to let Blake love me like he wants to. I sometimes think he’s too good to be true and find myself becoming distant.
I would never leave him though. I’d never leave this family we’ve built together. When my mind goes all stupid, I mostly get quiet and Blake figures out what’s going on and he loves me back to myself. He’s really good at that.
The door opens and my gorgeous man comes into our monster sized bedroom, wearing his pajama bottoms and a soft grey V-necked T-shirt. He looks handsome and his beard is trimmed up neatly.
I love the beard. Never thought I would, but the way it feels against my skin makes me a little bit insane, but in a good way.
“Hey, baby,” he says as he pulls his shirt off over his head, making his biceps bulge and taking my breath away as my eyes find his tight abs and pecs.
I lick my lips as my insides heat and I look up into his eyes as he gets to the edge of the bed. I toss the blanket back to show him I have nothing on and it earns me a wiggle from his eyebrows.
He drops the PJ bottoms and my teeth take my bottom lip between them as I bite down and moan. “Blake.”
Blake climbs onto our big and plush bed. “Say it again, baby.”
I moan his name again as he runs his hand over my large belly. He kisses it and says, “Daddy loves you, Abby.”
We picked her name out last night and hearing him talk to our baby girl like that makes my heart quiver with love for him. I place my hand over his and follow his motions over my stomach. He looks up at me with a smile.
“I love Momma too,” he says and kisses his way up to my lips.
My pulse races as his lips touch mine. He never fails to excite me. My body reacts to him in such a way that it doesn’t make sense. After kissing me long and hard, he pulls his mouth away and turns me over, pulling me back to him on my knees.
My body aches as I wait to see what he’s going to do. Blake leans over me and takes a breast in one hand and starts stroking my clit with his other hand. My moan fills the large room, and he shushes me then nips my back.
He pushes his hard cock into me, but doesn’t move it at all. I try to rock back to him to make him stroke me, but he bites me a little harder and I stop. His fingers press and pinch with just the right amount of pressure on my throbbing clit as he massages my breast and rakes his teeth over my back.
Just as my insides start to quiver with what is sure to be the first of several orgasms he’ll give me, he begins to thrust into me. Moving slow and steady until I completely come all over his dick.
Releasing my breast and moving his hand off my pussy he straightens up and pushes deeper into me. Now it’s him who moans as my body pulses around his large and hard cock. “Fuck me, baby! God damn it!”
My body goes crazy for him and I rock back to meet the hard thrusts he begins as he tries to make me come for as long as possible on his dick. He’s found a trick that will take me right back into a hard orgasm most of the time if he starts it before I stop pulsing completely.
He pulls me back to him, plunging his cock into me then my orgasm slows and he stops. Reaching up, he takes both of my breasts in his hands and pulls me up so my back is against his chest. His dick still moves inside me, but the strokes are short as he rocks into me.
Both breasts he squeezes and pulls on the nipples, sending jolts of electricity through me. One of them he releases then he places one of his fingers into my mouth. “Suck it.”
I run my mouth up and down his finger and suck it just like I would do his dick. He groans against my neck as he begins his assault on it. Nipping and sucking at it before he bites down hard and it sends me over the edge again.
Sucking harder on his finger, I reach around behind me and grab his fantastic ass with both hands and help him plunge deeper into me as I fall apart around him. This time it sends him into an orgasm and he moans in my ear as he comes hard inside me.
He quits pulsing before I do as my pregnant body is insatiable it seems. I want more and he knows this. He lies me down and rolls me to my back. I pull my knees up as I have this part down. It’s the only way to finish me, thoroughly.
With panting breath, he kisses my clit and runs his tongue up and down my folds, dipping his tongue into me. Over and over he goes until my whole body is shaking and I scream with the ultimate release.
He kisses me gently until my body stops shaking and everything stills in me. Slow kisses he trails up my body then lies next to me, draping his arm over my stomach and kissing my cheek as my lids grow heavy and I fall asleep quickly in his safe embrace.
The man knows how to keep me satisfied!
Blake
The full moon’s light shines into the window of our bedroom. Tall pines filter it somewhat as I gaze out at the night sky and hold my wife in my arms as she sleeps peacefully after we made love.
An owl hoots then another answers its call. One, large, white owl flies past the window then the other flies after it. Both are large and majestic looking as they fly past the window, hooting as they go.
My hand rests on Rachelle’s pregnant belly and just as one of the owls hoots and flies past the window again our baby kicks. A grin spreads over my face instantly with happiness.
I can feel my parents’ presence in my heart and find more than comfort with it. I find joy and happiness, and thankfulness all at once. If not for their wishes of their individual ashes being spread in opposite oceans and the money I had to play the lotteries across this big country, I would not be where I am tonight.
I
would never have needed to meet Max Lane to seek financial advice. I would never have met the beautiful lady I hold in my arms. The little red-haired girl and dark-haired boy I found at the children’s home Max grew up in would still be there and not making this family what it is today.
My son wouldn’t be sleeping in his crib down the hall and my daughter wouldn’t be kicking her mother as we speak. Nope. None of this would be, without their passing and their wishes.
The morning I found out my parents had died a piece of me did too. I knew life would never be the same for me. I never told a soul about how low I became in the weeks following their death.
The fact was that I had sat in their bedroom one night a few weeks after their death, drinking a bottle of whisky and holding a pistol in my shaking hand. I was planning on ending it all. The pain had become too much, and I didn’t want to live anymore all alone in this big and cruel world.
I wasn’t always the buff bodied man I am today or when I met Rachelle. Nope, I was a fat little boy who got beat up a hell of a lot. I grew into a pretty chubby man who had super low self-esteem. When they died, it took away the only people who loved me, the only ones who never made fun of me.
That night as I sat there with that bottle and that gun something happened as I put the barrel of the gun in my mouth and put my finger on the trigger. Something slammed against the outside wall, making me nearly jump off the bed it was so loud.
For some reason, I stopped what I was doing and went outside to see what the hell had made the loud noise. It was dark, but I saw a large rock near the area I had heard the noise from. As I looked around I saw the mouth of the big bass mailbox hanging open.
I went over and found one flyer inside and pulled it out, surprised to find I must’ve left it when I checked the mail earlier that morning. Taking it inside, I looked at it and found it was advertising this weight set, home gym thing. No money down and I could make low monthly payments.
I didn’t go back into my parents’ room that night. I left the bottle and the gun on the bed in there and went to my own room and went to sleep. The next day I called the number on the flyer and by that afternoon the equipment was delivered and the guys set it all up in the living room for me.
The home gym came with this pamphlet that told me how to eat right and within a couple of months I was well on my way to where I am today. I took every picture of the old me and burned them all. The new body gave me new confidence, and I finally did what my parents’ will asked me to.
I made the trip to New York and dropped Dad in the Pacific then went across the country, playing the lotteries in each state on my way to Los Angeles where I dropped off my mother.
That was the first step on my new life’s journey. I don’t know if I’ll ever tell my wife about the desperate man I was or not. That guy did die that fateful night after all. The old, fat, depressed, and insecure Blake was no more after that.
Happy go lucky Blake was born and apparently was being sent to find a young woman who needed him very badly. And I am happy to find out we get to have our happily ever after, after all.
The End
THE INTERN INSTALLMENT COMPLETE SERIES
A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance
By Michelle Love
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Table of Contents
THE INTERN INSTALLMENT COMPLETE SERIES
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
TORN COMPLETE SERIES
Part 1 Torn Asunder
Part 2 Torn Apart
Part 3 Torn and Tormented
Part 4 Torn In Two
THE BILLIONAIRE’S LIGHTHOUSE SERIES
Part 1 The Castle
Part 2 Her Quest
Part 3 Her Vengeance
Part 4 Her Control
Part 5 Her Demise
Part 6 His Command
Part 7 His Revenge
Part 8 His Pursuit
Part 9 His Submission
Part 10 Their Love
SHATTERED COMPLETE SERIES
Part 1 Shatter Me
Part 2 Lean Into Me
Part 3 Breathe Me
Part 4 Hold Onto Me
THE BILLIONAIRE’S BROTHER
PREVIEW OF HER TREASURE
Part 1
A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance
By Michelle Love
Damon
I ran one of the most successful Architecture companies in the world, well-known to everyone in the business. I was involved in every aspect of the daily activities, though one of my least favorite parts was interviewing for interns every year.
It was something that came along with the company and a great learning tool for the students, so I kept it as something we did. I just typically left it to my managers who were more hands on with the teams to figure out who to hire out of all of the faces that we saw.
I started caring the moment that Elisa walked in the door. She was everything that I didn’t look for in a woman: sweetness, innocence, and inexperience. She was guarded and intelligent, and I fought to keep her out of my company against the wishes of everyone else at that interview.
Elisa
I was excited about the interview to intern at Elkus Manfredi Architecture since it carved out a perfect future for me. I excelled at school and was recommended for the position, a requirement that wasn’t easy to obtain. I dressed the part, made the perfect resume outlining my experience and went into the building with my head high.
Until I saw him; the most gorgeous man that I’d ever seen in my life. He first caught my attention in the elevator and then in the room where I was to be interviewed.
I knew that regardless if I got the position or not, I’d never forget the way that he made me feel. I’d never forget the way he heated me up, shook me to my very core.
Could I handle working with him? Could I ignore the intensity between us with my future in mind?
Damon
It was dark and cold outside as I left my building, nodding as the doorman told me to be careful. I loved Fall in Boston and preferred it to the crowds that jogged in the summer, getting in my way and throwing off my day. I started to jog at an even pace and headed towards the crosswalk to go over to the Boston Common park as I looked around at the empty streets, apart from cabs and early morning commuters. This was when I liked the city when I could focus.
It was still dark outside, and I took deep breaths of the chilled air and started through the trail that made its way through the center of the park. Everything was in shades of Fall now; the leaves, yellow, orange and red as they drifted down to the ground in the early morning. It made it worth it to avoid this place later in the day when everyone would gather with their cameras of various kinds and go on and on about the foliage.
Yes, it was pretty enough, and I appreciated Fall. I just didn’t see the need to keep talking about it. I wanted quiet and peace. I wanted to think about my day and prepare my mind for the hour long workout that I’d be doing after this five-mile run. It was a ritual of mine followed by a long, thorough shower before I dressed for work.
I was the CEO of one of the most successful architecture companies in the world, Elkus Manfredi. The company was established fifty years ago and had several locations in some of the bigger cities and even countries. I
could work wherever I chose to, though I preferred to stay in Boston. I knew the city and could find my way here without a lot of fuss, though I traveled when needed for the company. It was a welcome break from my day to day routine, and I enjoyed seeing what was happening in the company, feeling great pride over the growth I’d seen in the last six years.
Home was home, though.
I ran past the pond where the ground was covered with leaves, and the wind blew around me. I was dressed in my new jogging clothes, light enough to run in but warm enough to keep me comfortable. I jogged steady and fast as I let my mind move ahead to what my day entailed.
Every Fall, we hired some interns from some of the top schools in the area, depending on our current needs. This year it was two to help with the teams that planned our buildings, some of which were world famous. Interns weren’t something that I dealt with personally, apart from being involved in the panel interview. I wanted to make sure that they were a good fit for the company, given that most of them were close to graduating, and we did consider hiring them after graduation. I just didn’t have any part of the training and therefore, took on a lot of responsibilities myself.
I learned about hard work from my father. He ran a construction company until he passed away from a heart attack when I was eleven years old. I went in the summer with him, learning everything that I could. Being from a family of wealth didn’t make me lazy, and I wanted to be the one running a successful company.
My father had nothing to do with my current job, though he’d set aside a generous trust fund for me before his death as well as seeing that Mom was well taken care of. Apparently, at eleven I could not take over his company so his brother did and ruined it within three years. I always vowed to be better than that.
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