Page 54 of Come Alive
James
Three Months Later
“Knock, knock.” Yara gently pushed open the door, making her way inside the office. “It almost feels as if you have been keeping your distance.” She pouted, stepping forward before bending over his desk. Her robe split open in the middle, her breasts on full display as he attempted to look anywhere else.
James focused on the computer screen in front of him. On the contract that would finally rid him of the poisonous company he had owned.
She reached for him, and he gulped, leaning back as best he could. “Yara.” She was correct, he had been avoiding being alone with her. They all had.
She huffed, her gentle voice turning harsh. “No, don’tYarame.” She stood up to her full height, marching around the desk, before throwing herself onto his lap.
He caught hold of her. “Yara.” His cock stiffened uncomfortably in his pants, but he willed it to go down.
She turned until her back was to him. He could tell she was bare under the robe, felt her heat through the thin cotton of his pants that separated them.
He wanted more than anything to slide into her tight cunt, tobreedher. To fill her with his cum.
Except, he had promised the other two men he wouldn’t…
At least not while she was pregnant. Not with the potential strain it could put on her body. Not after she was shot.
Even if she was healed. Even if the doctor had cleared her for strenuous activities. Even if–
James stomped down that line of thought.
He quickly shut the screen down; he didn’t want her to worry about his company. She had already expressed her guilt and worry over his decisions. But he had no regrets.
She stiffened when her face was reflected back in the now black screen and he immediately realized his mistake.
James attempted to spin them, but Yara stopped him, grabbing hold of the desk. Focusing on her reflection, she raised a hand up to her forehead, to her scar there.
“I am beautiful. I am worthy. This does not determine my worth.” She found his eyes in the screen. “Kazi is helping me with this. I don’t know if it will work, but he insists I should speak positive affirmations when I hear the negative ones in my head.”
James smiled, he would need to thank Kazi. Wrapping his arms around her, his fingers curled into the robe. “Youarebeautiful, Yara.”
She let out a shuddering breath. “I don’t think this will ever go away,” she admitted, releasing her hold and allowing him to spin them. “But that’s okay. Your voices are louder than the one in my head now and that is all that truly matters. Even if pregnancy is gross and will continue to make me fatter, scarred, saggy, and, oh, apparently make it so none of you will fuck me!” She rolled her ass along his length.
He suppressed the groan that built deep in his chest. He wasn’t sure how the other men had denied her. Wasn’t sure if he would manage. “We don’t want to add any stressors, you were shot, it’s a high-risk pregnancy. We don’t want to exacerbate anything and cause irreparable damage,” James advised calmly. They had all explained it to her on more than one occasion now, but she had been attempting to get them each alone. Kazi and Mateo had survived it, but James wasn’t sure he was as strong as them.
It’s for her own sake.
“The books Mateo read…”
“Shut up about the books! I don’t want to hear it,” she snapped, leaning fully back against his chest. “So, youallhave said, except, if you don’t fuck me, I promise what I am going to do to myself is going to be more than vigorous.” She turned her head, whispering into his ear. Her hot breath raising goosebumps up and down his spine.
And then herplans.What she wanted. What she was going to do.
His face heated, his cock jerked against his pants, his hold tightened on her.
Fuck.
She attempted to squirm off his lap. “Well let me go then. I have to go take care of myself.”
Fuck, they better not kill me for this.
Getting to his feet, he lifted her carefully into his arms, fully aware that this choice might end in his death at Mateo’s hands. But he would die fucking happy.
“You will tell me if this is too much,” he growled as he stomped out of the office, down the hall towards their bedroom.
