The Tycoon's Convenient Baby: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance (6 page)

She fanned herself and sat at her desk, lowering her head into her hands. She could not afford to fall in love with him. That was something she was going to have to avoid at all costs, and if she kept up with him the way they had been going, there would be no stopping it, and then her perfect plan would wind up hurting her more than helping her in the end. She made her mind up that she wasn’t going to love him and she promised herself that she would stick to it.

David walked outside and sat in his car for a moment, willing his solid erection to disappear. He had never wanted to kiss someone so much in his life. No other woman he had been with had made him want her like his wife did, and as fate would have it, she was the one woman he could not love. He told himself that he was in the middle of a business deal and reminded himself, for the hundredth time, why he was married to her in the first place. Then, when he calmed down, he drove away and promised himself that he would not fall in love with Elise, no matter what.

***

That night when she came home from work, they ate a casual dinner on the patio and she talked about her day of chocolates, and he talked about his day at the office, and neither one of them said anything about their almost-kiss. It was their routine that they were intimate in the morning and at night, but that night, they both retired to their own rooms and closed their doors softly, thinking they needed a little space and time to refocus their intentions and goals. In the morning, she did not come into his room as was her practice, and they went their separate ways during the day.

The thought of her plagued him at nearly every moment and he tried to keep her from his mind. He tried to listen to Carlson, he tried to focus on his every phone call and meeting, and he tried to stop the rush of blood in his body that yearned for her, telling himself that she was not ever going to be his lover. He almost had himself convinced, until he walked in to the house and saw her preparing dinner for them.

The light dress she wore was somehow barely touching her skin while clinging to the edge of her curves, like there was a soft breath beneath it that billowed the fabric out as she moved and turned in the kitchen, singing softly to herself. He smiled at her whimsy. But then as he watched her, his smile slowly faded and he realized too late that there was something missing in his chest, and there was no way he could ever get it back. He knew that his feelings for her had gone far beyond those of a friend, and there was nothing that could be done about it. He stood in the arched doorway of the kitchen and watched her, aching from the center of him outward, longing for what he could not ever have.

Elise finished the salad and hummed to herself as she checked the salmon in the broiler and then lifted her glass of wine for a long sip. She turned to set her glass down and looked up to see the figure of her husband in the doorway, watching her. She stared at his eyes for a moment, drawn into them. He was gazing at her with a haunted and hungry look that she had never seen, and it made her stop in place for a moment. She felt a hot shiver run through her body and she shook it off and ignored the dull ache in her belly.

“Hello! You must be hungry. Come in and have a look.” She smiled her best at him, telling herself that he was just tired and that there wasn’t anything at all behind his serious eyes.

He strode into the kitchen a short way and looked away from her with some difficulty. She walked up to him and hugged him, and the feel of her body against his, the sweet scent of her skin and hair, the touch of her hand on his arm, froze him to the spot. He closed his eyes and steadied himself, and then looked away from her when he had regained what little composure he thought he had.

They sat together at the table and he focused on the meal, listening to her talk about her store. He was glad to hear the light conversation, glad to have something, anything, take his mind off of her as she sat next to him and saturated him with herself. He told her to let the house staff clear away the dishes, and he hugged her lightly and went to his study to focus on work.

She would not leave his thoughts, and by the time he had readied himself for bed, there was a fire burning in him that could not be dealt with, that would not be extinguished and he told himself that he would go to her for their nightly intimacy but that it would not affect him, and that he was the master of his heart and soul. He knocked on her door and she opened it, looking up at him with concern in her misty green eyes.

He did not speak, he only stepped into her room and closed the door behind him. His heated gazed fell over her body and the loose nightshirt that barely covered her. It was her practice to wear things that allowed him the ability to penetrate her without revealing much of her body.

David stepped toward her and his gaze held her eyes. She tried to draw a breath in but it was caught in her lungs and she could only watch him as he neared her and lifted his hand to the collar around her shirt. He stared into her eyes and slid his fingers beneath the material, touching her neck and holding her head up to look at him. She could feel the embers of passion in her begin to blaze as he lifted her face to his and drew his mouth near hers, his warm breath heating her cheek.

She shook her head almost imperceptibly, he couldn’t… he couldn’t kiss her or all of the emotion that had grown in her for him would not be held back, it would rush forth and her heart would be his. Her heart would be broken. She could not let him make her fall in love with him.

David’s mouth came dangerously close to hers, but she turned her face away and he pulled her back to look at him. “Kiss me,” he whispered hoarsely.

“No,” she barely breathed back to him. “I can’t…” She tried to look away from him, to break the bond of his eyes locked on hers but she couldn’t and he drew even closer to her, she could almost feel his lips on hers, and it melted her resolve.

“Kiss me!” he repeated, urging her desperately, his fingers firm on her cheeks. She shook her head slightly.

“No, I can’t!” she whispered once more, but as she breathed it out, his lips grazed hers for a moment, and when he saw her eyes close, he knew that she was his. His mouth closed over hers in heated desperation, his lips parting hers, and his tongue tracing the contours of hers, tasting her at long last. He held her tightly in his arms, and she held him back, kissing him in return as flames erupted in them both.

She could not withhold any of her passion for him any longer, and as his mouth moved over hers, she knew that there was nothing she could do but love him with all of her heart.

David’s fingers moved from her face back down her neck to her shirt, where he effortlessly released all of the buttons that closed her shirt over her body, and he pushed it to the floor. He stepped back for a moment, his hands holding her arms, and looked in awe at her body before him.

As she watched his eyes move over every part of her, she felt heat rising to the surface of her skin, and she knew that only his touch would release her from it. He moved his hands to her breasts, touching her gently and discovering her as he never had before. He slid his fingers over her ribs and belly, finally touching the patch of hair between her thighs, making her close her eyes and try to hold back a cry of desire that escaped her.

He lifted her and laid her on her bed, moving over her, his mouth wide open and his tongue tasting all that he could of her. He pushed her thighs apart and nestled his face into the depths of them, sliding his hot tongue over the outside of her, and then into her, making her gasp and cling to him. He drove her to an orgasm and tasted her pleasure for himself.

His need had never been as great as that moment, and he lifted himself and moved between her legs, entering her and driving himself into the depths of her body, filling her completely, and bringing her untold pleasure. Her hands molded to the hard muscles of his shoulders and she kissed and sucked at his neck, and his mouth as he kissed her back, with no end of hunger for the woman beneath him.

Their passion turned and twisted them in the sheets, tangling them in each other, writhing and wrestling as they passed every boundary they had set, and discovered everything about each other until they quivered with release, their arms locked around each other, their lips bruised with desperate kisses, and their bodies fulfilled in love.

They lay together in her bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms, and in the morning, when they awoke, they made strong and passionate love again. This limitless, boundless desire and release became their new routine, at every turn, in many places, at any hour, and they could not keep from wanting each other, or getting enough of one another.

***

Two weeks from the night that their intimacy had gone so deep, Elise discovered that she was pregnant and her heart almost broke in two. She had wanted the baby, and now she had it, but at what cost, she asked herself, because now they had reached the point in their contract when they would not be intimate anymore. She would be living with him for three years and not be able to love him, as the purpose for their intimacy had been realized.

She didn’t want to tell him, and she kept it a secret for a few days but David knew his lover, his friend, and though he tried to find out what was wrong with her, she would not answer him, she only loved him harder and longer, holding him more closely at night. At last, another week had passed and she knew she could not keep her pregnancy a secret from him any longer.

Her body was changing, her breasts were growing sore, her stomach was cramping, her cycle was gone, and she had begun to be nauseated from time to time. He would notice, and then what would he say when he discovered that she hadn’t told him?

Elise rested her head on his shoulder one morning after they had made love and she kissed his cheek and his lips and then looked at him sadly.

“What’s bothering you?” he asked in a worried tone. “Whatever this thing is that has had you in its grasp for the last week, we can work through it. Talk with me, please. Tell me what it is. I’m here for you.” He leaned to her and kissed her, tasting her softly, and then letting her go and looking at her carefully. “Please, Elise, please tell me.” He touched her cheek encouragingly.

She drew a deep breath. “I’m pregnant,” she whispered.

Realization dawned on him and he laughed and pulled her tightly into his arms. “Well that’s wonderful! That’s… that’s the best news I’ve ever gotten! Are you feeling alright? Is that what’s wrong?”

Tears sprang to her eyes and she closed them, trying to hold everything in, but it was no use, they rolled down her cheeks and she gasped with sadness. He held her close to his chest and rubbed her back.  “Elise, what is it? What’s the matter?” He looked at her with a worrying gaze.

She shook her head and turned it away from him, but he placed his hands on her face and made her look at him. “Talk to me, please. What is it?” he asked in a near whisper.

She wept aloud. “I’m pregnant. Your contract states that we won’t be together after this… we won’t be making love anymore.” She closed her eyes and shook her head and then looked up at him. “I don’t want to give this up. I want you, David, I need you.”

David looked at her and understood what she was saying to him. He closed his eyes and touched his forehead to hers for a long moment, connecting with her, and then raised his head and looked back down at her. “Listen to me, Elise, please.” He touched her underneath her chin and she opened her eyes to look into his.

“I don’t want to stop being with you. I know the contract says we don’t need to do this anymore now but I don’t want to give you up. I don’t want a night in this house without you by my side.” He kissed her long and hard and then raised his head and looked at her again. “I can’t get enough of you, Elise. You are all I want. You are all I want for the rest of my life. I love you. Stay with me here, be my wife, be the mother of our child, please.” He kissed her again, closing his eyes and losing himself for a long moment before lifting his head to look down into her eyes again. “I love you. Stay with me,” he whispered.

Elise felt as though her heart had been freed from the deepest and darkest prison and all she could do was smile at him through her salt tears. “I love you, too,” she whispered as he kissed her tears away.

“Will you stay with me?” he asked again.

She nodded happily and wrapped her arms around him, feeling his erection grow against her thigh, making her hunger for him again. “I’ll stay. I love you, David, and we are going to have a long and beautiful life together.” She giggled through her happy tears and her husband laid her back in their bed and made love to her again until neither of them could breathe for the all the passion they discovered.

***

It wasn’t until later that morning when Carlson came to the house with an ashen face and a tired, drawn look and pulled David into his home office for a private conversation that things began to take a turn for the worse.

David walked out of his office with Carlson several hours later and both of them looked ill. He would not speak to Elise about whatever it was that Carlson had told him, and Elise was left to wonder what had shaken them both up so much. She would find out but it wouldn’t be for several months as her baby grew within her belly, her businesses expanded and she opened new stores, and she believed her life was a perfect dream come true.

It was after all of that, that the clouds parted and she learned the truth about her marriage to David.