Making Babies With Mr White (BWWM Interracial Romance) (9 page)

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You know I love me some baked potatoes but there is a whole lot more you need to make up for. Food, however delicious will not hack it,” she said coldly. He looked at her and gave her a defeated smile. If there was anything that he had learned being with Natasha it was how to choose his battles in their relationship.

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We can talk about that later,” he said as he began serving her. “Want me to pour some gravy on that?” he asked looking at her. She nodded and poured herself a glass of water. “So, how’ve you been?” he asked when he finally set the plate in front of her.

“
Good. The baby kicked again and you didn’t get to feel it,” she said without looking up. Mitchell sighed as he leaned back against his chair.

“
I know, and I’m sorry,” he said looking at her. “But I’m here now. I want to make up for lost time,” he added.

“
Yeah until the next conference call that begs you to hop on the next flight to Prague,” she said sarcastically. Mitchell looked at her and sighed. He didn’t know what to tell her. She needed to understand his position. He needed her to understand that his position at the company was not just another job. It was what his family had worked so hard to achieve and it was up to him to make sure that the sacrifices the generations before him had made were not in vain.

“
You know that I don’t leave because I want to, right?” he asked looking at her. She shrugged and went on eating without looking up. The rest of the dinner was relatively quiet, maybe because he didn’t want to say something wrong, or maybe because she didn’t want to engage him in an argument. “I’m sorry,” he said as he looked at her from across the table. She rolled her eyes and took a last bite of her food. “What?” he asked looking at her.

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Nothing,” she said without looking up.

“
Tasha, what?” he pressed. She raised her head and looked at him.

“
I told you, nothing,” Natasha said, getting irritated. She looked into his eyes and saw the familiar look of love, and concern and some anguish. “I’m okay,” she said again in an attempt to get the whole argument, or whatever it was over with. Mitchell let out a cynical laugh. He knew exactly what that tone meant. Normally, he would have let it go but this had gone on long enough and even though the therapist told him that the problems in his marriage were a passing wind, he could not wait another month to address this. It had to be now. It had to be today.

Natasha put her fork down and reached for her glass. He watched her as she took a long sip of her water before she finally set the glass down.

“Thanks for dinner,” she said plainly as she smiled at Mitchell weakly.

“
Anytime,” he said with a smile. She was about to stand up when Mitchell stopped her. “I think we need to talk,” he said looking at her.

“
Okay. Is anything the matter?” she asked as she sat back down. He looked at her and ran his fingers through his thick hair. She felt a warmth go through her when he did that. He still had some effect on her, it seemed.

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A lot actually,” Mitchell said looking at her. “I feel like I am still in the dog house,” he said looking at her. Natasha gave him another weak smile.

“
That’s because you are,” she said without blinking. Mitchell took a long deep breath.

“
I told you what happened and I am sorry. But there was nothing I could do about it,” Mitchell said. She could sense the frustration in his voice. “You know what this new account means to me, to the company,” he said as he looked at her. She rolled her eyes and took another sip of her water.

“
That’s the problem right there. It is all about you and the company,” she said angrily. ”Call me when you finally realize that you are no longer single but married with a baby on the way1” she added as she tried to stand up. Mitchell got up and quickly walked over to her. “Move, I want to go to bed,” she said looking into his eyes. He shook his head and sat on the edge of the table looking down at her.

“
We are going to talk about this tonight,” he said as he felt his anger begin to rise. “You know very well that Nolan Schmidt Communications is my family’s legacy. I have responsibilities there. I cannot just walk out on them,” he said.

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And I am not asking you to,” she said looking up at him. “It’s just that you are away so much and the baby is almost here,” she said sadly. Mitchell looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

“
I know and I’m sorry. It is not something that is going to take forever,” he said as he took her hand in his. “I am sorry but I have to ask, Tasha,” he said looking at her. “Could you be acting this way because you are bored?” he asked. Natasha’s eyes widened as she yanked her hand from his grip.

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What the fuck is wrong with you?” she asked angrily. “So, just because I have one issue, you think I’m jealous?” she asked looking at him. She pushed her chair away from the table. “I can’t deal with this right now,” she said as she started walking towards the living room. Mitchell sighed as he followed her.

“
Tasha, we have a problem and I need you to understand where I am coming from,” he said as he watched Natasha take a seat and switch on the TV. “Babe, talk to me,” he said standing behind the seat. She ignored him and cranked up the volume even though he was sure that she was not into whatever was on the TV. He walked round the seat and stood in front of her and grabbed the remote from her grip. “Why don’t you understand that whatever I am doing, I am doing it for us?” he asked looking at her.

“
How exactly is leaving me for days on end for us?” she asked.

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I told you, I can’t just walk away from my responsibilities. There are things I need to do for the company and I am doing them now so that I don’t have to leave when the baby comes,” he said.

She looked up at him, suddenly feeling guilty that she had been acting like such a brat, like it was always about her.

“Really?” Natasha asked looking at him.

“
Yes, really. I do not want to stay away from my family and at the same time, I do not want my business to fail,” he said kneeling down in front of her. “I told you once and I’ll tell you again, whatever I do, I do for us,” he added. A tear rolled down her cheek. “Tell me what is really bothering you, babe. Because I think there is something more,” he said as he brushed away the tear.

“
I…I…it’s just that…” her voice trailed off when Mitchell brushed her lips with hers.

“
Out with it, my love,” he said in a soothing voice.

“
I don’t want to be in the delivery room alone. Anything can happen…”

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Nothing will happen,” he said cutting her short. “You see this baby you’re carrying right here?” he asked placing a hand on her tummy. “This is the healthiest baby in the world and there is nothing, absolutely nothing that could go wrong,” he said looking at her. A fresh flow of tears rolled down her cheeks. He got up and sat next to her and draped an arm around her shoulders.

“
I don’t even know why the hell I am acting like this. This is not me,” she said sobbing into his shoulder. He smiled and planted a kiss on her forehead.

“
It’s okay. I understand. The therapist said that the hormones would be kicking in soon and maybe they’re just taking a toll on you,” he said with a smile. “Maybe that’s just what is happening right now,” he added as he trailed a finger down her bare arm. She closed her eyes as she felt his other hand slowly rubbing her thigh. She sighed and placed a hand on his. “What? What’s wrong?” he asked,

“
I just don’t feel…it right now,” she said, a guilty look on his face. Mitchell sighed and lifted her chin. He gave her a long sensual kiss, making her breathless when he pulled away. She looked at him panting, almost dizzy. It was obvious that she wanted him too.

“
The way you are looking at me, the shortness of breath tells me that you want me just as much as I want you,” Mitchell said as he tugged on the cords that held her dress up. She closed her eyes as he began kissing her neck, slowly working his way to her shoulder blade.

“
Mitch, the baby…” she started before Mitchell claimed her lips once more, silencing her.

“
The baby will be just fine. The doctor told us so,” he said as he pulled away. She smiled at him weakly as he got to his feet. He took her hands and pulled her to her feet before pushing her dress off her shoulders. The long blue dress gathered around her feet like a small ocean. The fabric felt cool around her bare ankles as Mitchell began unclasping her bra.

She gasped when she felt his big hands on her bare breasts. It had been a while since the two of them had been intimate. Finding time between her hormone imbalances and his trips was just hard, plus the fact that Natasha did not feel particularly sexy had really taken a toll on their romantic life. He took her hand, helped her step out of the dress around her ankles and pulled her close to kiss her. She gasped when she felt his lips on hers, his tongue searching hers, showing desire and want, pain and anguish. She gasped again when he held one of her nipples in between his thumb and index finger. He gave her nipple a little squeeze and tightened his grip around her waist. She let out a moan when he gently squeezed one of her breasts.

“Not too hard,” she said as he began kneading her mounds. He smiled, put his hands on her shoulders and slowly pushed her down on the seat behind her. She looked at him as he took one nipple in his mouth and began sucking. His other hand slowly made its way to her inner thigh, stroking and sending flickering sensations as he did so. She moaned loudly when he suddenly began flicking his stiff tongue over her hardened nipples, making her moan loudly.

After what seemed like forever, he released one nipple and trailed his tongue across her chest to take in her other full nipple. She gasped and moaned loudly when he did and held his head tightly. She squirmed on the seat as he worked on her breasts. Her eyes remained shut as Mitchell worked his magic, causing her a mild shock when he slipped his fingers into the sides of her panties. She opened her eyes to find him pulling down her panties. She felt a bit strange, shy even, sitting there naked when he was still fully dressed. She looked at him as he spread her legs wide. It was a bit difficult to get in that position seeing as she was thirty-five weeks along. She threw her head back as she felt him gently flick his tongue on her clit. A moan escaped her lips when she felt his lips engulf her sensitive clit and begin sucking on her. She held onto the edges of the couch as he sucked hard on her, occasionally plunging his tongue into her.

Mitchell was pleased to find that she was already wet, proving that she felt the same burning desire in her pussy as he did in his own trousers. When he released her clitoris, it was pleasantly distended and her breathing was enough to let him know that she was ready for him. He looked into her eyes as he tested her depths with his index finger.

“
Mitch, I want you so bad,” she moaned as he fingered her slow and long. He smiled and pulled his finger out. She looked up at him as he stood up and began undressing. She wanted to scream at him at that moment. He was taking his sweet time undressing, obviously enjoying tormenting her. He finally put his hands on her shoulders and motioned for her to lean back. She looked up at him as he brought his face down to kiss her again.

He tried getting on top of her but it proved harder than the last time. After all, the last time he was on top, she was a mere five months pregnant. He smiled down at her and climbed behind her in a spooning position. She gasped when she felt him get inside her in one shove. Mitchell planted little kisses at the back of her neck as he slowly caressed her thigh. She moaned softly when she felt him begin to move in and out of her. She appreciated him starting out slowly, stretching her out, getting her cunt used to his girth. Her moans got louder with each gentle thrust as he fucked her. One of his hands found its way to her tummy as his thrusts got harder and longer. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit down on the couch as she felt him slam against her. It was as if he had totally lost all thought and was just operating under the power of his loins.

Natasha gasped when she felt Mitchell holding one of her legs under the knee allowing him a deeper penetration. She felt herself getting weaker and weaker as she got closer and closer to her orgasm. She hated that she could not turn the tables on him and just fuck him hard. She longed for the day she would once again straddle him or just bend over and let him slam up against her. She suddenly let out a loud scream as she felt her insides pulsating against Mitchell’s cock. Her climax must have triggered his own because he suddenly began thrusting harder into her. He released her leg and squeezed one of her breasts as he poured himself into her.

“
Fuck, Tasha!” he said when he finally slowed down. “I wish you knew what you do to me, babe,” he said as his cock slipped out of her pussy. She smiled and snuggled up against him.

“
I think I do,” she said as the two drifted off to sleep.

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