Page 117 of Bad Situation

Now I have a new passion that just rose to the top of my list.

“You came so hard, I’ll taste you on my lips ‘til tomorrow morning.” He flips me over as I pant, my wet hair sticking to my face and shoulders. He raises my hips and climbs onto the bed, slamming into me.

I fist the crumpled sheets from the unmade bed beneath me and brace. I love that he gets as worked up as I do. That he needs me just as much as I need him.

His fingers pinch at my hips, pulling me to meet his every thrust. Feeling his power and force, all his muscles taking what he needs while keeping me where he wants me, is like living in my own personal heaven created just for me by the mightiest of all the prophets—my Elijah.

He slams into me two more times then, stills, coming hard.

When my knees come out from under me, he follows, never losing our connection. He supports most of his weight and presses his lips to the top of my head where he says, “I have news.”

That’s strange because I have news, too. I let him go first and crane my neck around to look at him. “What?”

“The project I bid out in Las Colinas signed today. It’ll almost double my business. I need to hire more people.”

I smile. “That’s great. Will you have to move out of Ellie’s building? I think she likes having you there.”

“I don’t think so. Most of my employees will be on-site. Plus, I like where I am now.”

“Mmm.” I arch my back and press into his groin. “I have news, too.”

“Yeah?” he mutters into the skin where my shoulder and neck meet. “You taking over the world?”

I take a breath and turn to him. “Not quite. But I am making it bigger.”

He stops and leans up on his forearms, saying nothing but looking perplexed.

“By one,” I add.

His face—I’ll never forget the look in his deep, dark eyes as long as I live.

“With your help. You deserve a little credit, too,” I finish.

“You’re serious?” he asks.

“I’m as serious as my closet full of shoes. I went to the doctor today—I’m seven weeks.”

I went off the pill and we decided to see what happened. We agreed to not talk about it because that would stress us out and we have enough stresses in life.

He pulls in a breath before expelling it in such a huff, I’m shocked when he pulls out and rolls off me at record speed. I’m pulled on top of him and his face is frowning as he wraps me up in his arms. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

My wet hair is starting to dry crazy and hangs between us. I lean in to kiss him. “Because I wanted to tell you now, like this.”

“But I worked you out hard. And just now, I fucked you even harder.”

“I know.” I grin and kiss him again. “I was the one getting her ass kicked and getting fucked. It was perfect.”

“But—” His head falls back and he looks up to the ceiling before scraping a hand down his face. “Shit. I wasn’t careful with you.”

“I’m pregnant, not fragile.” I pull his hand away and make him look at me. “The doctor said I can continue to workout. I promise you’re not going to hurt the baby.”

His frown deepens. “I never would’ve worked you out like that had I known.”

My grin fades and I climb up to straddle my naked husband. “You’re going to be a great dad.”

He captures my face in both his hands and pulls me in for a deep kiss. When he lets me go, he states, “We’re building a daycare facility in your building. It’ll be state-of-the-art and the most secure in the country. And we’re moving. We need a yard. And a dog. But we’re living in the city, we don’t need horses or a ranch.”

My smile returns. “Okay, city-boy. We’ll forego the country life.”

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