Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
“Of course you do. I was just—” I gasped, he abruptly flipped us over.
He leaned close to my face, his entire body hovering above me. Looking down with an expression I couldn’t place. “You’re carrying my child, a life we created, and you waited till fucking now to tell me? What’s this bullshit about deserving to know her father?”
“I—”
“She should have known me from day one, Lexi. You’re lucky you’re pregnant, or I would put you over my goddamn knee and spank your little ass until my hand stung and your cheeks were bright fucking red.”
My eyes widened. “Ale—”
He cocked his head to the side, silencing me. “I’m going to tell you how this is going to go. I’m going to forgive you for hiding the fact that you were fucking pregnant. Putting my baby girl’s life in danger.”
“She was never—” His finger came down on my lips, silencing me again.
“And you’re going to forgive me. We’re going to start over. None of this platonic bullshit of seeing where this goes…” He gestured in between us. “Because the only place it’s going right now, is in the fucking bedroom so you can sit on my face and I can fuck you with my tongue. If you’re a good girl, I will let you come.”
My mouth parted, releasing the air I didn’t realize I was holding.
“And I will win back your trust. I will never hurt you again, cariño. I promise you on our daughter’s life, you’ve always been my world. Now she will be too.” He placed his hand on my belly feeling her for the first time. “But if you ever keep something like this from me again, I won’t hesitate to remind you what the palm of my hand feels like against your perky goddamn ass.”
He didn’t give me a chance to reply before his mouth was on mine. Crashing our lips together, kissing me gently, adoringly, fervently. Savoring every last touch, every last push and pull, every last movement of my lips working against his. It was one giant buildup of months of him wanting to feel my mouth on his. Kissing me deeper, harder, and with more determination.
The passion and the longing that radiated off of him, sent spasms down my body. Immediately making me wet. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I put my arms around his neck as he pushed me further into the lounger, instantly picking me up as if I weighed nothing. Gripping my ass as I wrapped my legs around his waist, he carried me to the bedroom. Our mouths never stopped devouring one another.
He growled, slipping his tongue passed my parting lips again. Working it in ways that had me grinding my pussy against his cock. It had been so long since I felt that friction with him. He held onto the back of my neck, bringing us closer but still not nearly close enough. There was no space or distance between our ravenous bodies other than the small baby bump, as he laid me on the bed.
“I love you,” he whispered in between kissing me.
“I love you, too,” I murmured, not breaking our connection. “I want you.”
“You have me,” he groaned. “You’ve always fucking had me.”
My dress, bra, and panties were off within seconds. He kissed his way down my body, slowly savoring the feel of my heated skin against his cool lips, stopping when he was at my stomach. I peered down at him, watching as he tenderly rubbed all along my belly, kissing every last inch.
“I’m sorry for everything I put your mama through. I promise I’ll make it up to her by being the best father I can to you. I already love you so much, mi niña bonita.”
My eyes watered again, hearing him speak to our unborn baby girl.
“You’re going to be a Martinez because your mama is going to marry me,” he murmured out of nowhere.
“Ale—” His mouth collided with mine again, taking everything I was giving to him.
He rasped, “That wasn’t a question.”
He spent the rest of the night making love to me. Starting the beginning of our future.
Finally, officially together.
“Alejandro,” I called out, walking into the living room. Only calling him by his real name in the privacy of our own home. A new name came with his new identity, but he would always be Alejandro Martinez to me.
I’d spent all morning in my ballet studio he had custom built in our home, trying to work off the baby weight. The studio was already here before I flew to Italy to be with him. He said it was one of the first things he had put in when he bought the house. Wanting to surprise me if and when I came. We had more space than we knew what to do with. The house was a massive, gorgeous Mediterranean style home situated on a cliff that overlooked the water.