Page 393 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 2
"Okay. But, James, how is she?"
Could I trust him?
Twitch.
No.Someone had poisoned my wife. I had no idea who it was. "She's on life support."
Porter pressed his lips together and shook his head. "And what about the baby?"
What about the baby?That baby was part of the reason why my wife was lying in the hospital unresponsive. "Just get me the footage." I brushed past him and opened the door to our apartment.
I closed my eyes as soon as the door closed and breathed in the smell of our home. I could imagine Penny lifting her head from the book she was reading in the kitchen. A smile spreading over her face as she dropped it on the counter. Me pushing her back, taking her against the granite.
My eyes flashed open and I quickly walked through the foyer, kitchen, and hall. I pushed open the door to her office and closed my eyes again. It smelled more like her than the rest of the house. It was almost like she was here with me. The memory came in a flash.
"James, I'm writing," Penny said and tried to swat me away.
I continued to kiss the side of her neck. I knew exactly what she had been writing about. I had been reading every word in the other room. She was writing about me fucking her against a tree in the middle of the golf course. It made me hard just thinking about it.
She hadn't started to show yet, pregnant with our second child. Her hair was in a knot on the top of her head and she was biting her lip as she concentrated.So fucking beautiful. I kissed the side of her neck again.
"James, I need to focus. I've barely written a thing today. And Scar will be home soon."
All of that was true. But she had just written about my cock fucking her sweet pussy. And reading about it didn't do it justice. I needed to feel her. I wanted to reminisce too.
"Baby, I'm so fucking hard for you."
She laughed. "Can't you wait a few hours until we've put Scarlett to sleep?"
I ran my hand down the front of her tank top and hooked my fingers around her waistband.
She tried to slap me away again.
"Baby, I don't want to wait." I moved my hand lower, brushing my fingers against her clit. "And it doesn't really feel like you want to either."
She moaned.
"What exactly are you writing about? You're so fucking wet." I bit her earlobe.
"James."
I slid a finger inside of her.
"Fine, you win." She tilted her head back and gave me that smile that always seemed to stop my heart. "Scar's going to be home any minute, though. You better get busy."
I laughed. "I'm five seconds ahead of you." I pushed the papers off her desk, grabbed her waist, and placed her on top of the desk. I pulled her shorts and thong down to her knees, not bothering to drag them all the way off, and thrust inside of her.
"God!" She spread her legs and leaned back slightly, knowing perfectly well what angle I liked best.
I reached my hand under her tank-top, pushed aside her bra, and grabbed a handful of her perky breast. "Baby, you have no idea what you do to me."
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. "I think I have some idea."
I pinched her nipple and she moaned again. I had been in the mood to fuck her. But now that I was buried to the hilt, I wished we had more time. I wanted to kiss every inch of her. I wanted to show her how much I loved her.
I groaned as she tightened around me.
"I love you," she whispered, as if she could sense my change of mood.
