Page 125 of 12 Months of Mayhem

Chapter One

Remy

I gasp as Rex’s strong hands grip my hips, lifting me onto the worn wooden surface of my desk. Orders scatter to the floor, but I can’t bring myself to care. My skin tingles where his fingers trail up my thighs, pushing my maxi skirt higher.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” I smirk, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him closer.

“That’s the idea, baby,” he chuckles, his brown eyes dark with desire.

His lips crash into mine, hungry and demanding. The heat of his body presses against my swollen belly. Rex’s hand slides under my shirt, calloused fingers tracing the inked dragons that coil around my arm. The desk creaks beneath us as he pushes me back, scattering more papers.

“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” I mumble half-heartedly between kisses. “What if someone walks in?”

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Since when has that ever stopped you, darlin’?” I can’t argue with that. The thrill of potentially being caught only adds to the excitement.

Rex’s lips trail down my neck leaving a burning path in their wake. I gasp as he nips at my collarbone, my fingers digging into his muscular shoulders.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he pants against my skin.

The raw need in his voice sets me alight. It’s been weeks since we’ve had a moment alone, between club business, the kids, and preparing for the baby. We’ve barely seen each other outside of crashing into bed for a few hours of sleep.

“You’re so beautiful,” Rex whispers, his gaze roaming over my body. “Carrying our child...it drives me wild.”

I feel a rush of warmth at his words, a mix of love and desire flooding through me. I capture his lips again pouring all my pent-up longing into the kiss. My fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt desperate to feel his skin against mine. The remaining buttons of Rex’s shirt give way under my eager fingers revealing the muscled expanse of his chest. My hands roam greedily over his warm skin. I lean forward, pressing my lips to the inked names of our children over his heart.

Rex’s breath hitches as I trail kisses down his torso. His hands tangle in my hair guiding me back up to claim my mouth in a searing kiss. In one swift motion, he pushes my skirt up around my waist and tears my panties away. The cool air hits my heated skin making me gasp.

“Need you now,” he mutters.

I nod frantically, fumbling with his belt and zipper. Rex helps, shoving his jeans down just enough to free himself. He grips my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the desk. I wrap my legs around his waist urging him closer.

With one powerful thrust, he’s inside me. I cry out, overwhelmed by the sudden fullness. Rex stills for a moment, his forehead pressed against mine as we both adjust. Then he begins to move, setting a frantic pace that has the desk creaking beneath us.

I cling to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as waves of pleasure wash over me. The angle is perfect, hitting just the right spot with each thrust. Rex’s hands roam my body, caressing my swollen breasts and the curve of my belly.

“Rex,” I moan. “Please...”

Rex holds me tight, his large hands splayed possessively across my swollen belly.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs. “So beautiful like this, all round with my baby.”

His touch is reverent as he caresses my stomach, tracing the stretched skin and new curves. I can feel his arousal pressing insistently against me.

“Look at you,” Rex breathes. “Glowing and gorgeous. Can’t keep my hands off you.”

He nuzzles my neck, beard tickling sensitive skin as he plants open-mouthed kisses along my throat. I moan softly, oversensitive and trembling in the aftermath of my release.

Rex’s hands roam my body worshipfully, cupping my tender breasts before sliding back down to my belly. He seems fascinated by the changes pregnancy has wrought, unable to stop touching me.

“Mine,” he growls. “All mine. Carrying my child, marked as mine forever.”

The possessiveness in his voice sends a fresh wave of arousal through me. I shift against him, silently begging for more. He knows exactly what I need. One hand slides between us, his thumb finding my most sensitive spot. I bury my face in his neck to muffle the sound. My entire body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. I shudder against him, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I reach my peak.

“That’s it, darlin’,” Rex growls in my ear. “Let go for me.”

His words push me over the edge. I come apart in his arms, waves of ecstasy crashing over me. Rex follows soon after, his hips stuttering against mine as he finds his release. We cling to each other, both panting and trembling in the aftermath.

For a long moment, we stay like that, tangled together on my desk. Rex’s hand strokes my back soothingly, his lips pressing gentle kisses to my temple. I nuzzle into his neck, breathing in his familiar scent of leather and his minty aftershave.

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