Pregnant By The CEO by Cassandra Dee

17

Pierce

I’m awakened by a buzz from my phone. Oh nice. It’s just a weather notification of sunny days head.

Good, because that’s my general mood as well. With Casey, everything’s different. Before, my life had been pleasant but dull. Every day was the same as the one before, and it felt as I’d been sleepwalking through life. But now, my days are glorious. Every minute spent with her is an adventure melded with indescribable pleasure. She does this to me, and it’s better than anything I’ve ever had.

But right now, the brunette’s asleep. I watch, unable to believe my good luck. Just last week, I thought this angel hated me. Now she’s in my bed, with my fluids seeping from her body. It amazes me, seeing this fiery, opinionated woman marked with my seed, and a rush of possession fills my heart.

Because shit, is this for real? Have I truly lost my heart to this woman? It would seem like it. I can’t get her out of my mind. I think about her constantly, and crave her attention. I want to show her the world while also stroking her body. I want her to taste expensive, exquisite delicacies, and then to taste the expensive, exquisite delicacy between her legs.

I want her to have my baby.

Shit. Things have really gotten out of hand. But it’s true. The thought of that curvy body getting even rounder, growing with my child fills me with a sense of possessive masculinity. I imagine the two of us heading together to the country to live in a cottage built for three. I imagine the two of us making a home, cradling a baby together. I imagine myself rubbing her feet as she lays on the couch, stroking a big, swollen belly. I imagine all kinds of futures, and they all involve her now.

I kiss the back of her head and she stirs.

“I fell asleep, didn’t I?” she murmurs, her normally confident, feisty voice soft and gentle with sleep.

I nod and kiss those plush, pink lips. I hold her until she wakes up fully, my heart filled with indescribable joy. Who knew? Asshole Pierce Lane actually has a heart … and it belongs to this woman alone.