Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
“Or simply dying to get away from you,” Seb mutters, taking a swift sip of his beer.
Spencer smiles mischievously. “I’ll bet you two-hundred pounds, Seb, that I have a date with her by this time next week.”
Julian chuckles and shakes his hand. “Double it. Four-hundred. You don’t have a chance in hell with her.”
“You’re on.” Seb smiles, shaking Spencer’s hand.
Spencer’s eyes dance with delight. “Deal.”
Spencer kisses me on the cheek, his hands dropping to my stomach. “Goodbye, darling. Enjoy your unspeakable things.” With his eyes firmly on Lady Charlotte, he disappears across the room, heading straight in her direction.
I kiss Seb and he rubs my stomach. “Goodbye, Breezer.”
I smile. I have become very fond of this man.
“See you, Seb.”
Julian shakes his hand, and then he leads me toward the door. “Time to go.”
We walk out of the function centre and over to Julian’s Porsche. He has a new one now. It’s navy blue, and of course, it’s the latest model.
He opens my door and helps me in.
Always a gentleman.
He pulls out onto the road and his eyes flash over to me as if he's waiting for something.
“Drive it like you stole it.” I smile.
Without showing any emotion, he puts it into gear and hits top speed in five seconds flat. I laugh out loud as I’m thrown back into my seat.
I love the adrenaline rush it gives me.
Every time he does that, I’m reminded of the very first time I met Julian—the naughty man I love.
An hour later
Julian hisses softly. "That's it, baby," he murmurs against my neck.
I’m on my side. Julian is nestled in behind me and has my top leg lifted over his forearm. His thick body is sliding in and out of mine. His hand rests protectively over my large stomach, and his lips roam from my jaw to my mouth.
Sex with him at the moment is gentle and tender, and the expression on his face as he tries to hold himself back from being rough is simply priceless.
He looks like he's in pain, sitting somewhere between ecstasy and Hell. His hips start to pick up the pace and he holds me in position. I feel the burn of his cock and I close my eyes, letting the pleasure take over.
“Oh, yeah,” he groans against my neck. “That’s it,” he pants.
My body starts to shudder and he grips me tight. “Don’t come yet, babe,” he begs. “Please.”
When I come while pregnant my body contracts so tightly that his body just climaxes instantly. He has no control. None. For the first time ever he has absolutely no control and it turns him inside out.
Maybe that’s why he’s so obsessed with pregnancy sex.
His thrusts get deeper and faster, and I close my eyes to try and hold it off. My breasts bounce as he grips me tight. It feels too good.
I throw my head back onto his shoulder and I cry out as my body shudders, contracting hard. Julian jerks forward and comes deep inside my body.
He hisses as he slowly slides in and out to continue emptying himself, his lips making sure to find mine.
“I love you,” he breathes against my open mouth.
I run my hand through his stubble. “I love you, too.”
3 YEARS LATER
ALINA MASTERS
1984 – 2013
Wife and beloved mother.
In God's hands, we trust.
I stand at the end of the grave with Henry on my hip. I’m now six months pregnant with our second child.
Willow has her arm linked through mine while Sammy is helping his father. I watch on as Julian leans down, brushes the dust from her name and rearranges the pink lilies that Sammy has just placed in the vase. He touches her face in the small oval photo, and she stares back at all of us.
He steps away and put his hands into the pockets of his suit, staring at her.
Things have changed. We have photos of Alina in the house now and I encourage the children to speak of her openly and honestly. Willow has had some grief counselling, along with Julian. Sammy doesn’t seem to need it. He was too young to have ever felt any connection or loss. I’m his mother now, and sometimes he slips up and calls me mum when we are alone.
Sammy takes my hand and smiles up at me.
He is the light of my life.
We come to the cemetery often with the children, and I know Julian still comes alone sometimes, too. He has never forgotten Alina. I know he says he never loved her, but on some level he did. She gave him his two greatest gifts and he will be forever grateful that she went through with those pregnancies.
Henry struggles to get out of my arms, so I put him down and watch as he takes off across the cemetery.
“Henry,” Julian calls. “Come back here, please.”