“With what? Helping me find someone else?”
“Shut up, Marley.” My mouth smashed into hers.
My fingers grabbed the ends of her nightshirt, and I broke our kiss long enough to lift it over her head. My cock grew harder as it ached to be inside her again. She pulled my shirt off, and her fingers hooked into the waistband of my sweatpants. I held onto her as I lifted myself up, and she pulled them down while our lips stayed tangled. My hands groped her breasts as my fingers grasped her hardened peaks. Soft moans escaped both of us as she rubbed herself up and down my cock. The wetness that emerged from her had me so hot that I couldn’t wait.
“Ride me now,” I commanded.
She lifted herself as I positioned my hard cock at her slick entrance, and she slowly inched down until I was buried deep inside her. I gasped at the warmth that enveloped me. Taking her breasts in my mouth, I paid extra attention to her nipples, listening carefully to every moan that escaped her lips. I couldfeel her getting ready to orgasm as she moved her hips back and forth. With a loud moan, she came, and a flood of warmth came with her. Standing up with her in my grip, I pushed her up against the wall, thrusting in and out as the intensity of an orgasm shot through me, and I exploded inside her.
I buried my face into her neck as my heart raced out of control. Closing my eyes, I took in her scent and held her tight.
“Fuck,” she spoke breathlessly.
I lifted my head and stared into her eyes before they diverted to her lips and softly kissed her.
“You sure know how to make a woman’s body feel good.” A bright smile crossed her face.
“I do aim to please.” I smirked, pulling out of her and carefully setting her down.
“You should be very proud of yourself.” She walked over to where her nightshirt lay on the floor and slipped it on. “I’m heading to bed.”
“Okay. I’ll be heading there myself soon.”
I pulled on my pants, grabbed my shirt, and went into the living room to pour a scotch. Taking it out to the terrace, I stood at the railing and stared into the night. My life was changing so fast, and I didn’t know what to do or how to feel. One minute, I was this carefree bachelor living my best life, and the next, a woman, pregnant with my twins, moved into my penthouse.
After finishing my drink, I went into the bedroom and stood at the edge of the bed, staring at Marley as she slept. Carefully climbing into bed, I pulled the sheet over me and placed my hands behind my head. Thoughts of what my life would be like in seven months scared the hell out of me. I was in no way ready to be a father, not now or ever.
Chapter Seventeen
Marley
“We had sex last night,” I said, holding the warm cup between my hands.
“At least you don’t have to worry about getting pregnant,” Olivia said.
“So, things are good between you and Charlie?” Penelope asked.
“I wouldn’t say that. It happened in the moment. There’s a side to him he doesn’t let out. I saw it last night.”
“Probably because he’s a fucked up billionaire,” Olivia spoke.
“I don’t think he ever got over his parents’ deaths.” I brought the cup to my lips.
“I don’t think anyone ever really does,” Penelope said. “I know your parents are still alive, but look at how you never got over their divorce.”
“Shit.” I sighed. “Do you think I have to tell them about the babies?”
“Really, Marley?” Penelope cocked her head.
“Just dodge them for the next seven months and then pop over to their houses with one in each arm.” Olivia grinned.
“Look at that line. We better get behind the counter and help,” Penelope said.
“It’s okay. I have an event to start working on.”
“What event?” Olivia asked.
“Stella Bradshaw. One of my other clients’ nannies referred me. She’s throwing a surprise birthday party for her husband.”