Page 65 of Off-Limits Silver Fox Billionaire

“I love you,” he murmured again before feasting on one nipple. The pleasure was too much to bear, and it caused me to shiver harder until he lifted my hips off the bed and buried his hardness in me with one full thrust of his hips.

“I love you,” I said the words back wholeheartedly, and let my lids flutter close again so I could enjoy the onslaught of emotions circling through me like a tornado.

When he slid out to the tip the first time, then buried himself all the way in again, I gasped and cried out from the pleasure. My thighs quivered on the bed, and my moans were a sweet melodious sound in the night sky.

Josh linked our fingers, and that intensified the moment, heightened my senses and pulled me to another plane of pleasure I had never reached.

Josh nibbled on my lips when he brought his kiss close again, and I took advantage of the moment to taste his tongue. I was drunk on his taste, and his musky scent intoxicated me.

I tightened my core to grip him tight and loved how he flung his head back, groaned, then buried his face in the crook of my neck. His fingers were in my hair now, and he stroked me with his full length slowly, his weight not pressing down on my body because of my tiny bump.

After three more strokes, he flipped me around and cradled my body to his so he could slide into me again while my ass pressed into him. Josh groaned again but this time, it was a more sensual and hoarse.

I felt his arm muscles quiver when I touched them and raked my fingers down his back to his backside. He squeezed as he thrust deeper into me until I moaned and parted wider for him.

The heat of his breath caressed the side of my neck, and it created another vortex of sensations that threatened to swallow me whole. His thrust went deep, and it drew me closer to the edge of climax until I stumbled over and felt the warmth of his seed deep inside me.

We both panted afterward, and Josh cuddled me close, rested his forehead on my back and began caressing my arms. I dozed off for some time, then woke up to him kissing the side of my neck again and caressing my arm.

“I should get back home,” he said in a soft voice. “Jenny has been alone for a long time now, and it’s not safe.”

“I know,” I replied in a soft voice nodded. “You should.”

He kissed me again before climbing out of the bed to dress up. Josh was in his clothes some seconds later, and he kissed my forehead again before whispering. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I answered, then closed my eyes and held my breath.

I had the most blissful sleep that night, and I dreamt of Josh, our baby, and the family we could have. Our love was beautiful, and it was perfect.

That is all that matters.

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JOSH

Seven months later,

“I make this toast to my beautiful partner, Brianna, the mother of my unborn child and my daughter for supporting me all the way,” I said as I raised a glass to toast with my friends and family all gathered for the house opening.

Creating the house of our dreams the very first step to prepare for the baby’s arrival, and since the day was drawing closer, I found myself anticipating every moment.

Bree rose to her feet, clinked her glass with mine, then faced everyone seated around the large table in our new backyard. “To love and family,” she added.

“To love and family,” everyone chorused, and they all sipped from their wine. Bree lifted her glass of non-alcoholic fruit wine to her lips too and sipped from it before she sat again.

Iris and Francis sat next to each other, and they were whispering to each other the entire time during dinner. Allison and Bree had prepared everything on the table, and it all tasted wonderful.

The chicken was the juiciest I had ever tasted. There was salad, dressing on a huge tray of turkey, some casserole, meatballs, steak and cheese and even parmesan-crusted baby potatoes.

“Your house is great,” our new neighbors complimented after they got up from their seats at the table and I went ahead to greet most of our guests before heading to Bree’s side again.

“We did it,” she said with enthusiasm as she grinned at me. Buying a house for us and our child was my idea, but finishing it and turning the project into a bonding exercise was hers. Working on it over the past seven months with her had been fun. We could have purchased a turn key home, but Bree had wanted a project and I couldn’t fight her on that, so I let her win.Not like I ever thought I could win such a fight.

We fought over every detail, then finally settled on one, and I built the nursery from scratch because I wanted to do something special for the baby before it was born.

Bree rubbed her baby bump for a bit before she walked over to the side to join her mother and her husband for a brief conversation.

Iris took Bree’s empty seat and smile at me. “Hey dad,” she said as she flashed her dimples my way. “I can’t believe the day is finally here.”

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