My Billionaire Fling by Maci Dillon
SOPHIA
Two Weeks Later
“Gabe, get out!” I squeal, hearing him approach the door to the guest room.
“Why, what are you hiding in there?”
Slamming the door in his face, I return to the closet. “Give me a minute, please.”
He huffs like a child sent to the naughty corner as I continue to zip up the garment bag to secure my gorgeous silver-blue ombre vintage fifties gown.
This halter neck design with a cream Chantilly lace overlay was made for me. The skirt is full, and the bodice shows off my curvaceous chest and slim waist. With early signs of a baby bump, it fits a little tighter than it did when I first put it on, but I felt like my mother the moment I stepped into it weeks ago, and I can’t think of anything more perfect for my special day.
Smiling wistfully, I close the door and step out into the hall, where I find Gabe leaning against the wall patiently. “Did you buy your dress?” he asks with his signature cheeky smirk that causes me to forget my damn name.
“Yes, and it’s bad luck for you to see it before the ceremony, so this room…” I point to the guest room door I pulled shut behind me, “… is off limits to you.”
Laughing, he agrees. “Does this mean we’re good for a close friends and family wedding on the rooftop this Saturday?”
It’s only two days away, but yes. “Oh, I’m so ready to become your wife.”
He pounces with excitement, pushing me against the wall and kisses me deeply. “Always and forever.” When he pulls away, my mind is a lust-induced fog. Damn these pregnancy hormones, my libido is super-charged, and I’m constantly consumed with desire for this man. I attempt to pull him back to me when he bends over and kisses my tummy.
“How’s my baby boy doing?”
And just like that, my sexual cravings disappear.
“What’s that look?”
“You know it’s going to be a girl, right?”
He smiles widely. “Either way, I don’t mind. Are you sure you don’t want to find out?”
“You’re never going to give up, are you?”
“Nope.” He chuckles, whisking me off my feet and storming into our bedroom.
Gabe sets me on my feet, and with a strong sweep of his tongue across my lips, I open to him, my hands rapidly removing his clothes while he strips me naked. We’re all hands and broken breaths. “Fucking love you,” he moans, peppering kisses across my cheek to my ear. I stretch my neck to the side as he nibbles, caressing my skin with his lips all the way to my collarbone.
Once we’re both naked, Gabe pushes me back onto the bed. I scurry upward, Gabe’s dark, hungry eyes following every movement like a predator on the hunt. He climbs up the bed, his broad shoulders rippling as he prowls over me. Teasing my inner thighs with sweet kisses, I quiver beneath his affectionate touch. He draws a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, aware of their tenderness.
But fuck, it feels so good. His thumb and finger twist the other puckered nipple until I’m squirming, clawing at his back, unable to get close enough to the man I’m about to marry. His presence is overwhelming in the best way.
“Gabe, I need you inside me.” I gasp when he pops my nipple from his mouth and kisses the other. His lips trace a path to my throat as he centers his body over mine, the head of his cock tapping at my entrance.
“Fuck, Soph. Your pussy is so wet.”
“Only for you, Gabe.”
“I own you, Sophia.”
“Always and forever.”
Gabe enters me with ease, his long, thick cock my favorite intrusion. Moving together as one, the friction of his pelvis over my clit has me at a four out of five on the orgasm scale in a matter of seconds.
“Gabe,” I whisper, grinding into him, chasing my bliss.
He knows I’m close. In one swift movement, he rolls to his back, pulling me with him.
I sit back and cup my breasts. Gabe’s hands squeeze my thighs, holding me in place as I ride his cock. My head falls back, and he instantly demands my attention.
“Look at me while you fuck me, Sophia.”
His mouth falls open when I rotate my hips, changing up the pace. Rocking back and forth, I pick up speed again and collapse over him. Gabe clutches me to his chest and pumps his hips harder until I’m shaking uncontrollably. “Kiss me, Gabe. Fuck me with your tongue while I come on your cock.”
“Love your dirty mouth,” he groans and kisses me deeply.
Seconds later, my moans morph with his groans. I sit back slightly to watch him come undone beneath me as my pussy clenches around him and pleasure bursts from my core.
Rolling to the side, I snuggle against him while we catch our breath. Gabe runs his hand through my hair, relaxing me, lulling me close to sleep.
“You absolutely certain sex won’t hurt the baby?” Gabe whispers.
Silently I giggle, hiding my face in his neck. “Don’t laugh, I’m serious.” He chuckles.
“I wasn’t laughing,” I lie, chuckling out loud.
“Your silent giggles were shaking the bed.” He rolls me over and pins my hands above my head.
His love for me burns in his eyes, and I know right then, I am the luckiest woman alive.
“I’m coming to the next appointment with you, just to be sure.”
Laughing again, I agree. “I want you at all the appointments, Gabe.”
“Good, because I’m going to be the most hands-on dad you’ve ever known.”
“Even if we have a girl?”
“Yep.” His face screws up. “Except for the diaper changes, they’re all yours, regardless of the sex.”
Flipping my eyes back at him, I accept this. “Fine.”
“I’m going to miss you when you go back to work.”
Technically, I’m still working, but I only go into the office for four to five hours during the day when I’m feeling at my best. After the wedding, we’re going to honeymoon in Greece for a week, and I’ll return to work at the office full-time afterward.
“In six months, you’ll have me back at home fulltime,” I remind him.
“I’m counting down the days already.” He moves to my side and rubs my stomach.
“Is it strange that I can’t wait for your baby bump to grow?” He kisses my torso, goosebumps breaking out over my sensitive flesh. “You’re going to be the most beautiful pregnant wife and a perfect mother, Sophia.”
His affection makes me tear up. “What if you hate my body after it’s all stretched out of shape?”
Sadly, I’m coming to terms with the fact my skin may stretch and scar, and my boobs will soon be hanging around my navel. At least that’s what I make of all the mom-to-be forums I’ve been ferociously searching through online.
“You’ll always be gorgeous to me, I promise.”
