Page 30 of The CEO's Obsession

The city lightssparkle below as I step onto the rooftop of Mason's penthouse. My heart races, remembering how we first met a year ago. Now here I am, on his private terrace, the cool night air raising goosebumps on my bare arms.

Mason emerges from the shadows, his intense gaze raking over me. "My perfect wife," he says, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

Mason did make my career take off. I’m one of the most renowned artists in the world now, but he gave me an even greater gift.

His love.

And I can’t wait to share my news with him.

Mason closes the distance between us, his strong arms encircling my waist. His lips find mine in a searing kiss that sets my body aflame. I melt against him, savoring his familiar scent and the solid warmth of his chest.

"I've missed you today," he murmurs against my neck, trailing kisses down to my collarbone.

My fingers tangle in his hair as he lifts me, carrying me to a plush lounge chair. He lays me down gently, his eyes dark with desire as he slowly undresses me under the starlit sky. Soon we're skin to skin, his muscled body covering mine.

Mason enters me with a deep groan of satisfaction. We move together in perfect sync, our bodies joining again and again as the city bustles far below. His possessive touches and whispered words of adoration push me closer to the edge.

"I want to get you pregnant," Mason growls, his hips snapping against mine. "I want to see you round with my child."

Breathless, I manage to gasp out, "I'm already pregnant."

Mason stills for a moment, his eyes widening in wonder. Then he crushes his mouth to mine, thrusting deep as he finds his release. The intensity of the moment sends me spiraling into ecstasy alongside him.

As we lay tangled together, Mason's hand rests protectively over my still-flat stomach. I see a vulnerability in his eyes I've never witnessed before.

I feel Mason's hand trembling slightly against my skin. His voice is uncharacteristically soft as he asks, "You're certain?"

I nod, a smile tugging at my lips. "I took three tests this morning. All positive."

Mason's eyes shine with an emotion I can't quite place—joy mixed with something deeper, almost primal. He presses a reverent kiss to my forehead, then my lips. "You've made me the happiest man alive," he murmurs.

I run my fingers through his hair, savoring this tender moment. But a flicker of uncertainty gnaws at me. "Are you really okay with this? It's happening so fast..."

Mason's gaze sharpens, his jaw tightening. "Of course I am. This child is ours, Harper. A piece of you and me." His handsplays possessively across my abdomen. "I'll give you both the world."

There's an edge to his voice that sends a shiver down my spine—not entirely unpleasant, but intense. I try to lighten the mood. "Well, let's start with a crib and some onesies. We can work our way up to world domination."

Mason doesn't smile. Instead, he pulls me closer, his muscled arm a steel band around my waist. "I'm serious, Harper. Nothing will ever harm you or our child. I'll make sure of it."

As I drift off in Mason's embrace, lulled by the city sounds far below, I know that Mason’s obsession will keep me—and our baby—safe.

Forever.

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