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  “Right. I just thought that maybe, I don’t know, that before we do this. That I might—”

  “Spit it out.” His fists are clenched at his sides. His breathing is heavy. I can see the hard outline of his cock in his pants, reminding me that it will be inside me soon.

  “I’m a virgin,” I blurt out, then drop back down on the bed. He keeps standing. “Well, what are you waiting for now?”

  14

  Abel

  “Baby, if I touch you now, if I even move, I’ll probably nut all over your body and the first time I come, I want to be inside of you.”

  “The first time?”

  The side of my mouth quirks up. “Outside of using my own hand? Yeah, you’re it.” I’ve been waiting. I get others might think it’s crazy, but fuck if I care. Who builds a house and then waits for their wife? Me.

  “I…”

  “Don’t know what to say? It’s no big deal.” I reach behind my head and pull my shirt off. “I’ve been busy and fucking for the sake of fucking doesn’t sound fun. I’m not about to put my dick or my tongue in some random person.” My pants and boxers follow my shirt. My cock springs out, fully loaded. “From the sounds of it, you think the same way.” I palm my shaft, squeezing the end as pre-cum leaks out of the tip. “Come over here and give me a suck.” I know I’m not thinking rationally, but it’s hard to think it all when she’s on our bed waiting for me.

  “This is going to hurt, isn’t it?” She eyes me dubiously, but the skepticism in her expression only makes me harder. There’s no better compliment than your woman saying you’re not going to fit in her tight pussy. And it all goes to your head—both the big one and the little one. More cum leaks out.

  The tip of Pepper’s tongue appears, pressed lightly against the bottom of her lip as she thinks about how I taste. I nearly bust all over my fist. She inches closer, but I wave her off.

  “Forget it. You can give me head another time.”

  “Why?” Her lower lip pushes forward.

  “Because I’m about to come just from you looking like a sweet treat.” I grab her ankles and pull her to the edge of the bed. “Let me see how you taste.” I peel off her clothes, baring her stomach, her perky tits, her legs, and finally, her pussy. I rock back on my heels and appreciate the view. With clothes, she’s beautiful, but bare assed with all her glories on display? I have to search deep to find my breath.

  “Ah, how are you so fucking gorgeous?” I draw my finger down the center of her body and watch the goosebumps pebble on her skin. I make a detour to cup her tits, holding one up to my mouth. Talk about a tasty treat.

  She inhales sharply when I take the small nub into my mouth. Her fingers curl around my shoulders when I lave the tit into a hard point. I get a moan when I suck hard enough that my cheeks cave in. I take one hand and dive between her legs, sliding in between her pussy lips to finger the soft opening. Her legs part, wide and welcoming. I dip inside and savor the wetness. Her tight channel grips the tip of my finger, clenching as I eat at her breasts.

  Cum weeps from my cockhead. I’m so hard right now, so ready to come and I’m not even inside of her.

  But she’s small, and I could tear her in half. I’ve got to ease her into this even if it kills me. I push another fingertip inside of her, working her channel lightly but firmly. I listen to the sounds of her pleasure guiding me to what she enjoys.

  “Abel, I...I don’t know.”

  “Baby, it’s going to be okay.” I rise up and push her until she’s lying on her back. I rest beside her, propping my head with one hand while the other toys with her pussy. “Give me your mouth,” I order. I’m unable to stop ordering her around. She seems to like it too.

  She tips her head back and parts her lips. I plunge my tongue inside, stroking every surface I can find, mimicking the rhythm of my fingers just like when we were in the truck.

  She loosens up and starts to ride my hand. I add another finger and let her own instinctive movements drive me deeper inside her cunt. My body is trembling with the effort to stay still, but being able to touch her like this, getting to know every inch of her, learning how she likes to be touched is all worth it. And the payoff comes when her orgasm comes, washing over her like a wave.

  “Oh my God, Abel,” she gasps, surprised, I guess by how the sensations are coursing through her body, lighting up every nerve.

  It’s time, I think. “You ready?” My words are gruff.

  She nods. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are sparkling. There’s no fear there, only anticipation. A smidgeon of wariness returns when I place my cockhead at her entrance.

  “Baby, I’m not going to hurt you. We will take it as slow as you need,” I reassure her.

  My cock throbs and jumps, ready to pummel her. It’s a fight to control him. He wants nothing more than to jack into that tight pussy and fuck her until we’re nothing but exhausted husks. But this first time has to be right. My head buzzes with lust and want, filling my ears with the thunder of my heart. Go, go, go thrums my incessant want. “You ready?” I ask between gritted teeth.

  She takes a heavy breath and nods. “Yeah.”

  The head parts her lips. I push the tip in and wait until her body adjusts. I kiss her forehead and her eyes and her nose and then her mouth until another inch gives way. Slowly, firmly, inexorably, I push forward and then finally I’m completely inside of her.

  I hold still. If I was possessive before, I’m going to be a crazy man now. I’m marking her with my mouth and my cock. I’m going to spend so much cum inside of her that she’ll carry my scent.

  “Take me home, Abel. Make me yours,” she gasps into my neck.

  Her words snap the tether of my self-control. My hips move of their own volition, hammering my cock inside of her.

  “You said it, baby. You’re mine now. Now and forever.”

  She nods, unable to say any words, but I get it. I’m losing my own mind. Sweat rolls down my back as I thrust inside of her. She comes, triggering my own orgasm. Cum jets out of my cock, filling her pussy until it’s leaking out, coating our thighs.

  I collapse to the side and pull her with me, clasping her ass tight to keep me in her cunt as long as possible. I could die a happy man. A meteor could crash into this house and I’d be found with a smile on my face. I found my soulmate and she is mine forever.

  15

  Pepper

  I giggle when Abel’s morning beard tickles my skin as he kisses my neck from behind me. I am standing in the kitchen in one of his shirts and my panties. I was able to snag them off the floor when he finally released me from bed this morning. My intent was to make us coffee, but I got sidetracked by some of the swatches left on the counter last night.

  We were supposed to look through them, but like most nights over the last four months, Abel and I often get sidetracked, ending up in bed when we’re home together instead of working. It’s one of the reasons we’ve been spending more time in the actual office lately so we can get this project done in somewhat of a timely fashion. Abel hadn’t been happy about that decision, but he’d finally agreed.

  His hand dips into the front of my panties, his fingers going to my clit. I drop my head back onto his broad chest. He smells like lavender body soap. He says he uses it because he likes smelling me on him all day. It’s one of the many sweet things Abel says to me on a daily basis. If I’ve learned anything about this man in the past few months that I’ve known him, it’s that he is a romantic at heart. His words or actions may be a little rough around the edges sometimes, but I always get the sentiment.

  “You were supposed to join me in the shower.” He kisses my neck.

  “We were running late before we even got out of bed I-” My words cut off as he presses two fingers deep inside of me, the palm of his hand still working my clit. For a man who lacked experience, you’d never know it. I whimper when he stops moving his hand, missing his touch instantly.

  “Now you have to earn your orgasm. Fuck my fingers. Get yours
elf off.” His other hand grabs my hip. “Use me.” I try. I move my hips back and forth, fucking his fingers, but Abel doesn't last long. He turns me, lifting me off my feet and placing me on the counter. The towel that’s around his waist drops to the floor as he pulls my panties to the side and thrusts home, making us even later to the office than we already are. But I can’t focus on that right now. Not when this man is buried deep inside of me, and I know the pleasure he’s about to bring me. Everything else will have to wait.

  I had to make a mad dash to get ready to salvage any workday at all. Abel thought it was adorable. I pretended to be mad, but I wouldn’t change a thing about this morning. He got a kick out of pointing out that I had on two totally different heels. The man’s orgasms turn my brain to mush sometimes. Not that I’m complaining after the one he’d given me in bed and two on the kitchen counter.

  “I brought you something to eat since you wouldn’t let me make you breakfast.” Abel huffs, looking adorably annoyed standing in the doorway of his office. Or I guess our office? It’s where I’ve been since I got here. Able never lets me far from him. If you would have told me a year ago a man doing that would melt my insides, I would have died of laughter. But here we are nonetheless.

  “We’ll have to reprint the sketches you ruined this morning.”

  “I believe it was your pussy that ruined them.” He licks his lips as though he can still taste me there. That sinful mouth of his smiles wickedly at me. I clench my thighs together, remembering his head between my legs. I roll my eyes at him, dipping my head to hide the blush. What he said was true, but he’s the one that set me down on them.

  I watch as he walks toward me. The man even does that sexy. He stops, placing my late breakfast on my desk for me. I look down at the cinnamon bagel with extra cream cheese, my favorite, and my stomach turns.

  I fight the urge to be sick, knowing that there is no way Abel will let me work today if he thinks I’m not feeling well. That’s not happening. I’ve already missed part of the morning. He’ll make me go home and today is too important of a day. We've been working for months to accomplish this deadline. There’s no way I’m missing it.

  “What’s wrong?” I should have known he wouldn’t miss a beat. The man is so attuned to my body that I’m not shocked he can sense even the smallest disturbance. “You look a little pale.”

  “Look what the cat dragged in.” Beck enters the office, saving me from Abel’s line of questioning.

  “Leave them alone, you big lug.” Marist walks in a minute later. She walks straight to my desk.

  Abel gets distracted by Beck, but I can feel him keep glance over at me to check on me. She props her hip up against my desk, eyeing my bagel.

  “It’s all yours.”

  “God, I love you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened around here.” She snags it off the plate. “You can never leave.” She licks some cream cheese off her thumb.

  To be honest, I’m not sure what’s next. Working on my old apartment has been my only project, and at the end of today that's done. I’m not even sure what happens with Abel and me after that. Am I supposed to move back to my place? Will he ask me to stay at his?

  There have been no talks about what is next for work or if I’ll be staying with him or going home. Even calling my old apartment home feels so wrong. Abel’s is home. At least that’s what it feels like to me.

  Then again, there haven’t been any words of love, marriage or babies between us. Of course Abel has talked about them in theory, but it never ventured beyond that. My stomach starts to turn again.

  “Bathroom.” I smile at Marist. “Be right back.” She nods before I walk as fast as I can toward the bathroom. I barely make it before I’m throwing up my morning coffee.

  “You okay?” Marist asks. I let out a surprised yelp, spinning around.

  “I’m fine.”

  “Last period?” She arches one of her perfect eyebrows at me. It takes me a second to understand her question.

  “Oh.” I walk over to the sink, washing my mouth and grabbing one of the hotel size mouthwash bottles to rinse out my mouth. She comes to stand next to me at the sink. She bumps her shoulder against mine in silent support.

  “Please don’t mention this to Abel.”

  “I wouldn't. That’s for you to tell.” I nod, knowing she wouldn't, but I wanted to be sure because I’m not sure I’m ready to tell him. I want to know where we stand before I throw a baby into that mix. I want him to ask me to be with him forever because it’s what he truly wants and not because I am carrying his baby.

  Our baby.

  16

  Abel

  “You seem extra cheerful today,” Beck says sourly. He tosses back a whiskey and motions for the bartender to pour him another.

  “I’m so glad you noticed, bro.” I clap my partner on the back. “But maybe you should dial back the booze.” It’s the third glass he’s had since I sat down ten minutes ago. “Happy hour doesn’t start for another thirty minutes.”

  “Who said I’m here for happy hour?” He scowls into his glass, drains it, and says to the bartender, “Just leave the whole bottle here.”

  I rub my lips together and let Beck stew. He’s in a bad mood, and he’s been drinking for a while--even though the sun hasn’t set. I’m guessing it’s something to do with Marist. He should just take her to bed and be done with it. I wasted no time getting my dick inside Pepper’s sweet cunt, and I swear that’s what set the tone for our relationship. It’s been smooth sailing ever since I hauled her out of the restaurant, took her home, and made love to her until the birds chirped. Now she’s pregnant. Everything’s so damned good. I keep my self-satisfied thoughts to myself, though, since Beck is down. I don’t want to rub the salt in his wounds. Not only do I have the woman of my dreams in my bed, but I’ve planted my seed in her belly and it’s bearing fruit.

  “If you don’t stop fucking humming, I’m going to smash this bottle of Jack over your head.” Beck’s voice is dead serious.

  “Didn’t realize I was.” I throw some peanuts in my mouth.

  “And wipe that stupid grin off your face. You look disgusting. Happy people are disgusting.”

  I decide to give my buddy some advice. “Marist is a gorgeous woman who is hit on non-stop.”

  “Do you want to die?”

  “And even though she has a bazillion options,” I continue unperturbed, “she doesn’t choose any of them. She’s obviously waiting for you.”

  “I know.”

  “And so you should--wait, what? You know?”

  Beck rolls the glass between his hands and stares morosely at the amber liquid. “Of course I know. I’m not an idiot.”

  “Just because you can do big sums in your head doesn’t mean you’re good at reading people. Remember the one time you asked the barista at Tea Leaves when she was having a baby?”

  “I was seventeen!” he nearly shouts.

  “Okay, but still, outside the boardroom, your people skills aren’t the best.”

  “I know she wants me.” He slams his fist against the bar. Two men at the end of the bar stop talking and turn to look at him. Beck gives them an evil glare that has sent at least one corporate bigwig to the bathroom so he didn’t soil his pants. The guys drop their eyes to their drinks. Beck’s the alpha here, and they know it. Having intimidated two suits, Beck returns his attention to me. “I know she wants me,” he repeats in a quieter, but no less fierce tone.

  “So what’s the big deal?”

  “The big deal is she deserves someone better than me. Isn’t it obvious?” He makes a disgusted noise in the back of his throat. “This is why I’ve never talked to you about it. You don’t get it.”

  “You’re right.” My brows crunch together in confusion. “I don’t get it. What isn’t great about you? You’re smart, rich, capable. I mean, you drink a little too much, but I figure that’s because you aren’t getting laid. Having sex on the regular does wonders for your spirit. I’ve never f
elt--”

  “Would you just shut up about your dick for one second? And you’re one to talk. Have you looked at your woman lately?”

  I’m starting to get annoyed. “I look at her every day, thanks for asking.”

  “Then you must be blind because even I can see she’s not the same person you brought into the office months ago.”

  “What are you even on?” I push the glass of whiskey out of the way to force Beck to talk to me. “She’s happy. Thrilled even.” I could see a little smile playing around her lips the other morning. I’m not sure when I figured out she had a bun in the oven, but it was early on. It wasn’t the morning sickness that gave it away but the way her body is changing. Her boobs are getting fuller and very sensitive. I can make her come just by sucking her tits and fingering her clit. She’s eating more, too, and has a big ol’ craving for cream cheese which I’ve been buying by the tub. She’s slathering it on everything from bagels to crackers to her toast.

  I thought she might tell me she was expecting, but she didn’t. I don’t want to say anything because I think she’s planning some big surprise reveal. I keep waiting for it to happen, but it hasn’t. Still, I’m not ruining things.

  “Ha,” Beck scoffs. “And I’m the blind and dumb one.” He signals for the bartender to come over. “Get us another bottle. This one is going to need one since he’s being dumped soon.”

  “I’m not getting dumped.” Although a prickle of unease spiders down my spine. “Pepper’s happy. We’re happy,” I add. And we are. I’m giving her orgasms every night and most mornings. We spend a lot of time together--or at least we used to. Her building is almost done, and I’ve moved onto a commercial project with Marist so I don’t see Pepper every day at work like we used to, but I come home to her every night. I call and text her during the day if we’re not together. There’s been no signs of unhappiness on her part. She did mention something about moving back into the apartment, but I brushed it off. She’s not going anywhere.