Page 40 of His Secretary's Nine-Month Notice
‘Like you said at the beginning, Matt, this isn’t just about us. This is about a baby who didn’t ask to be conceived and about giving this baby of ours the best chance in life. Sacrifices have to be made. What we have is good just the way it is... And if it’s not exactly what I had in mind for myself, then that’s life. It’s all about compromise.’
He was looking at her carefully. ‘I’ve booked us into separate rooms.’
‘Have you?’
‘I had no idea how this conversation would go.’
‘And now?’
‘You tell me, Violet.’
‘It’s stupid to think that we can try to make a go of this without...without...’
Matt smiled, a slow, curling smile that made her pulse race.
‘I’ll let them know that we’ll only need one room, shall I?’
The exhaustion that had wiped her out when she had been at his parents’ house faded fast as they finished their drinks and made their way up to a charming, tiny bedroom with old-fashioned chintz curtains and a matching bedspread on the double bed. She felt as nervous as a kitten, and it almost made her laugh when she thought that she was carrying this man’s baby, so nerves should have been the last thing she felt as she watched him get undressed, his movements slow and casual, his eyes focused on her the whole time.
‘You have no idea how much I’ve missed this, Violet. Watching you...watching you grow...knowing that I shouldn’t touch.’
He stepped towards her, naked and erect, and warmth flooded her. She crept into his arms as easily as if she belonged there and rested her head against his chest.
‘I’ve missed it as well,’ she responded gruffly, talking into his chest. He gently held her at arm’s length and looked at her.
‘Important question. Is this okay for the baby?’
Violet laughed. ‘Of course it is!’
‘Good. I’d googled, out of curiosity, but who believes what they read on a computer screen?’
‘Ninety-nine percent of the population?’
Matt smiled and flushed. ‘I’ve missed more than the sex, if I’m honest. I’ve missed your sense of humour.’ He swept her off her feet, took her to the bed and then stood to look down at her. Violet couldn’t help herself. She reached out and touched him and hot moisture pooled between her legs as his erect manhood pulsed against the slow, feathery brush of her finger.
Very slowly she touched him the way she knew he liked being touched, firm and slow, and he arched back, breathing quickening as lazily she continued to arouse him, then she straddled the side of the bed, her legs apart, and licked the rigid length of his shaft. She let her hands drop to caress the sensitive skin of his inner thighs and he groaned and curled his fingers into her hair, directing her mouth. He finally drew her away with a shudder.
‘No way are you going to take me there with your mouth,’ he chastised her in a roughened undertone and she grinned back at him.
This felt so good, so right—as though they were meant to be with one another. She locked seditious thoughts away, thoughts of the impossible. He had set her straight on how he felt and, having met his parents, she could see how he had ended up as he had, the key to his heart thrown out like so much useless garbage. But they would be together and, if this was second best, then she would accept that.
She began undressing and desire bloomed even more because he was watching her with that way he had, focused and intense, as though even her slightest movements were a source of fascination for him.
He helped her, in the end. He couldn’t resist. Her clothes joined his on the ground and they managed to rid the bed of the chintz spread, laughing as they peeled it back while trying to hold one another at the same time. That, too, ended up in a crumpled bundle on the ground.
She was naked and it felt liberating.
He reverently stroked her swollen stomach.
‘Your breasts have grown,’ he murmured. ‘I’d wondered. Fantasised. Having you share the apartment with me was a test of willpower I never knew I possessed. So don’t try to stop me from exploring every inch of your body now.’
‘I wouldn’t dream of it.’
He curved his hand to cup a breast and held it as though weighing it up for size, then he rolled the pad of his thumb over her nipple and felt it stiffen under his finger.
Her breasts had grown, as had her nipples, which had darkened into big, circular discs.
One touch and Matt knew that he wouldn’t be able to steel himself from coming in an undignified premature ejaculation. He closed his eyes and nuzzled the softness of her breasts, eliciting little whimpers of pleasure, then he suckled on her nipple, teasing the stiffened tip with his tongue and simultaneously curving his hand between her thighs so that he could feel the dampness between her legs.
