Page 35 of The Billionaire's Obsession

"We have the Miller presentation in an hour," she reminds me, but her voice has that breathless quality that tells me she's affected too.

"I'm aware of our schedule." I stand, moving around my desk with deliberate slowness. "I'm also aware that my wife looks particularly tempting today."

Lucy rolls her eyes, but her lips curve upward. "Damon..."

"The way that dress hugs your body..." I continue, approaching her desk. "Do you know what it does to me, seeing you like this?"

She sets down her pen, giving me her full attention now. "You've mentioned it. Several times. Today."

I don't apologize. How could I be sorry for appreciating every inch of her? When we first met, she was a struggling college student, determined and resilient but weighed down by financial worries. Now she stands beside me as my equal, her natural intelligence having quickly made her indispensable to the business. But the changes in her body—those drive me to distraction.

"Stand up," I tell her, not a command but not quite a request either.

Lucy rises, one hand instinctively cradling her bump. The gesture sends a primal surge of satisfaction through me. My child. My wife protecting my child.

"Turn around," I murmur.

She complies, a knowing glint in her eye. The dress—deep blue and professional enough for client meetings—hugs the new curves of her body. Her breasts, fuller now, her hips wider, and that perfect rounded belly. I step closer, until my chest presses against her back.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" I whisper against her ear, my hands sliding around to rest on her belly.

Lucy leans back against me, her body relaxing into mine. "I have some notion, considering you can barely keep your hands off me."

"And why should I?" My fingers splay possessively across the swell where our child grows. "Every man who sees you knows."

"Knows what?" She tilts her head, exposing the curve of her neck to me.

"That you're mine." I press my lips to her skin, tasting the sweet-salt of her. "That I've bred you. That my child grows inside you."

Lucy shivers against me. "Crude," she chides, but her voice trembles with desire.

"Honest," I correct her. "Every time we walk into a meeting, every client who comes through that door—they all see it. My ring on your finger, my child in your belly."

My hands slide up to cup her breasts, now heavy and sensitive. Lucy gasps, arching into my touch.

"Does that bother you?" she asks, a hint of her old insecurity bleeding through.

"Bother me?" I turn her to face me. "It makes me feel like the king of the fucking world."

The vulnerability in her eyes fades, replaced by that quiet strength that first drew me to her. "Sometimes I think you're insane," she says, but she's smiling.

"Only about you." I take her face between my hands. "Only ever about you."

When I kiss her, it's with the same hunger that consumed me the first time. But now there's something else too—a bone-deep certainty, a completeness that comes from knowing this woman is mine in every way that matters.

Her lips part beneath mine, inviting me deeper. Her tongue slides against mine, and I groan into her mouth. My hands drop to her hips, drawing her against me so she can feel exactly what she does to me.

"The Miller presentation," she reminds me, but her fingers are already working at my tie.

"We have time." I reach behind her, clearing a space on her desk with one sweep of my arm. Papers flutter to the floor—nothing that can't be reorganized later.

Lucy raises an eyebrow. "Really? The desk?"

"Really." I cup her face. "I can't wait another minute to have you."

"You had me this morning," she points out, but she's already reaching for my belt.

"Too long ago." I capture her mouth again, swallowing her laugh.

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