Page 34 of Billionaire's Black Assistant

She looked up at Dean, her heart heavy. “But even if I might decide to stay somewhere else now that I know how he really feels, I’m still leaving for LA.”

“What?”

Biting hard on her lip, Sheri struggled for composure, then, “Dean, I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

“But I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything about it. This is my situation, I’ll handle it. I only thought it right that you know.”

“Situation? You’re calling carrying my child a situation?”

The icy whisper of his voice gave her chills in her knees and back.

“Dean, it’s my body and I have the main say what happens to me. So please…”

“Don’t even fucking say you want to get rid of it. Don’t you dare think it!” He grabbed her shoulders and ran his eyes all over her. “I’m not sure you want to see me go crazy. More than I already have, anyway. You left me, your job, and even changed your number and address. Okay, so I get it, I must have hurt you without realizing it. But please don’t get your revenge by taking my baby away from me.”

His angry face was so damn cute, and Sheri had to fight off a smile knowing this wasn’t funny. “You think I’m that low? Just to hurt you, I’ll get rid of the baby or even keep you out of their life?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you don’t consider me capable of being a good father.”

“I think you’ll make the best father! Why else did I call you the same day I found out? None of this was planned, but I’m going to keep the baby. I just don’t want you to feel like I’m burdening you or trying to entrap you with a pregnancy.”

“Fuck that. I’m already trapped. In the best way possible,” he growled against her mouth as he instantly swooped to kiss her lips. “And, I think we’re done talking.”

Later on, Dean would tell Sheri all the things that needed to be said. His feelings for her, how he could no longer stay away, and that he knew it would take a while to build up her trust, but he’d prove to her that he could do it. He made that promise…that no matter what, they could get to the point where they were meant to be.

And later, when Sheri got to speak to Guy on the phone, she told him she was sorry for taking too much for granted. She confessed that she loved Dean, but still needed Guy as her best friend. She always would.

“Then I’ll happily accept your decision,” Guy said, and she could hear his smile. Though she could picture it must look a little sad, the way he sounded right then. “And much as I want you to miss me and feel sorry for me enough to come to L.A. anyway and stay like you planned, I’ll have to simply wish you the best with Dean. Because it’s him your heart has always wanted, and nothing can change that.”

For a long time, Sheri found it hard to get past her guilt over Guy. The only consolation was knowing without a doubt that he was happy to know she was happy. And nothing made her happier than knowing Dean not only wanted her and the baby, but he wanted all three of them together. As a family.

He swept her in his arms bridal style and headed for her bedroom, barely needing directions.

Dean dropped her on her bed and stood back to take his shirt off.

Sheri was at a loss for words. This man was too damn fine. He had the sexiest body on earth and could easily be a model if he wasn’t already rich as hell. All that lean muscle was smooth and gold all over – she stared at him as if for the first time, her mouth open.

“You like the view?” he chuckled, though a slight flush spread over his cheekbones at her fixed gaze. Damn, even his laugh was sexy and beautiful.

“Come here,” was her response, in a voice she hoped was sexy. It must have worked because Dean was on her in a second and tearing off her clothes. Well, damn.

She only put up half a struggle, while giggling and protesting even as she felt wetter and more aroused, feeling Dean shred her clothes easily from her body with his strong hands. It was the most erotic thing ever, and when he kissed her lips, she responded with an ardor that made him groan into her mouth.

They had to come up for air minutes later, and as she lay gasping beneath him, Dean gazed down at her face and body. Her breasts seemed to swell beneath that grey stormy gaze.

“Just beautiful,” he said, then took her left nipple in his mouth. She cried out and instantly arched her back off the bed.

“Oh God,” she panted, voice trembling.

Her fingers clutched the sheets, loving his ferocious feasting on her breasts and the way he made them ache so raw, yet sweetly. He popped her throbbing nipples from his mouth, then parted her legs and positioned his head there to ravish her with his lips and tongue.

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