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The ache inside me builds, a hollow, pulsing need that only Vik can fill, and waiting is no longer an option. I brace one hand on his massive shoulder, sit up, and lift my hips. I position myself over his hard tip, tilting my pelvis up, and slowly, deliberately lower myself down.
“Oh god.” A long, breathless gasp tears from my throat as I bottom out on him, taking his full, massive length into my body in one deep, agonizingly perfect stroke. The sensations are overwhelming, between the pregnancy making me entirely too sensitive, tight, and wet, along with knowing Vik loves me, truly loves me.
“Not god, Romy, just yours.” Vik fills me completely, stretching my walls until I feel like I’m going to burst around him. My core wraps around him like a velvet glove. I close my eyes, head dropping back as I sit fully on his lap. I let out a shaky breath when he flexes his cock inside me.
“Do that again, please.” My eyes open and tip down to see us joined so seamlessly. Another few weeks, and with my growing belly, this position may not be possible.
“Like this?” He does as I ask, taking over control, hands instantly clamping on my hips, his fingers digging into my skin with a bruising, desperate grip. Even being on the bottom, his power is undeniable. He takes over, his hips lifting, driving up into me with a steady, undeniable force that has me gripping his shoulders for dear life.
“Exactly like that.” My eyes start to close.
“Look at me,” Vik demands, his voice a gravelly whisper. I force my eyes open. He’s staring up at me; his features are contorted with a mix of intense pleasure and fiercepossessiveness. I begin to move with him, riding him, sliding up and down his thick and long shaft in a soft, passionate flow that gradually grows faster and more urgent.
“Vik,” I mutter his name. The wet friction-filled sounds of bodies colliding echoes in the massive, quiet office. “So close.” The familiar, tight coil of tension begins to unwrap in my lower abdomen. My pussy flutters, and the spike of pleasure is something else. I arch my back, the ends of my hair dragging across the tops of his thighs, and his thumb presses down on my clit, prolonging the sensation with each and every thrust.
“Not yet,” Vik says with a rugged pant.
“Vik, no, please,” I cry out, trying to force myself back down on his cock. “I’m right there.”
“I know, beautiful, I know. Hold on,” he mutters, his voice straining past the limit. With a surge of effortless strength that leave me breathless, he lifts me off him entirely. A whimper leaves my lips at the sudden feeling of emptiness, but before I can voice it, he spins me around on his lap. In one swift motion, he shifts us, placing me in a reverse cowgirl position.
“Oh my god.” He presses his heavy palm firmly against my upper back, guiding me forward. I instinctively reach out, my hands finding purchase on the cool, smooth wood of the massive coffee table in front of us. I grip the edges, my arms extended, my chest lowered, naturally tipping my pussy back and up, exposing me completely. I can feel him behind me, his hot, heavy breath fanning against my back, and he doesn’t wait. Vik drives back into me from behind in one powerful, unrestrained plunge.
“Fuck,” a loud, broken sob tears from my lips as he bottoms out inside me. The angle is entirely different—deeper, harder, and mercilessly precise.
“Going to make you come for me so hard, you’ll drip all over you, all over me, all over the furniture, and all over the floor.” I know what that means. Vik loves nothing more than to make mea mess. I begin working right along with him, pushing my hips back to meet every single one of his heavy, pounding thrusts, using the table to push off, demanding even more.
“I love watching you.” He lets out a dark, primal growl, his hand resting on my lower back, his thumb tracing the dimples there. “I love taking you with your stomach full of our child right in front of me, but this view from behind…” he rasps, his voice vibrating against my spine as he continues to tunnel in and out of my tight, wet heat. “Watching my dick stretch you, Romy. Seeing this…” He pauses, delivering a slow, deep stroke that makes my elbows buckle slightly. He reaches his hand down between our bodies, his fingers finding the slickness from my center on his cock. I know where this is heading and I’m more than excited. He slides his thumb up, rubbing it firmly over the fleshy, forbidden entrance just above where we’re joined.
“Vik,” I whimper, my head dropping as my body begins to shake. He gathers more of my wetness on his finger, and with a sudden, firm pressure, he presses his thumb inside my ass. The dual sensation is a total cataclysm; the fullness of his dick combined with the intense feeling of his thumb stretching me shatters my remaining restraint. My walls convulse violently, clamping down around his length in a fierce grip as I come apart. “Vik!” My cry is high, piercing the office as my orgasm rips through my body. It’s wet, it’s hot, and I swear the hair on my head tingles with how hard I come. He delivers three more punishing pumps of his hips, burying himself as deep as possible inside me.
“I love you,” he grunts, the words raw, guttural, and completely Vik as he coats my pussy with his release. His upper body collapses against me, holding me tightly against him. It’s not until he pulls me back, his hand dipping between my thighs, thumb sliding slow, smooth circles on my clit, that he says, “Knew I’d make you squirt. Ready to go again?” I laugh.
“I love you, too, and I’m ready whenever you are.” Because one thing is for certain: Vik is as insatiable as I am these days.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
vik
“You know,” I start, taking in the sterile, crisp scent of the exam room that fills my nostrils. Christ, the smell is not all that great. I take my seat in the hard plastic chair beside the exam table, grasping Romy’s warm hand in mine. “We could have circumvented this entire wait game weeks ago. One phone call to the chief of medicine, a private blood panel, and the results would have been emailed to us within the hour.”
“Hush, Vik.” She doesn’t look my way, only stares at the blank monitor of the ultrasound machine, a small, stubborn smile playing at the corner of her lips.
“I’m serious, beautiful. I don’t see why we needed to wait. I have all this money. What better way to use it than to our advantage?”
“Because I love Dr. Charles, I love this clinic, and that’s all that matters,” Romy says teasingly, cutting her green eyes toward me and giving my hand a light squeeze. “Besides, we settled on a house this past weekend. A real house, with a yard, ground level, but with a hefty price tag that I didn’t agree with. Don’t push your luck.”
“I’m not pushing anything.” I let out a low rumble of laughter, my gaze shifting down her body. It’s incredibly hard to take her threat seriously right now. Romy is sitting slightly propped up on the paper-lined table, her top tucked up and under her bra, exposing her beautiful, rounded abdomen of her twenty-week pregnancy. “I’m just saying. Patience has never been my strong suit.”
“Clearly, because who moved up the closing date by offering above asking price in order for us to be in our home within seventy-two hours since first seeing it?”
“Are you complaining?” I follow up her question with one of my own. The penthouse is already sold. Her apartment is still in her name, and she’s keeping it as an office until her lease ends. Which means I have less than three months to convince her to use one of the empty spaces on my floor as her office. I’d much prefer her in my own building with me, but even I know my limits.
“Well, no. I do love our home even though we still have the whole financials to discuss.” She rolls her eyes before saying, “Some things are worth waiting for. Aren’t you excited to find out this way?”
“I’m excited just to look at you,” I counter, dropping my hand to press my palm flat against the bare skin of her stomach. The contrast of my large, tanned hand against her soft, pale skin is a reminder of how entirely wrapped up in Romy I’ve become. “But yes, I want to know who’s in there.”
Before she could answer, there’s a light knock and the door swings open with a soft click. A young ultrasound technician walks in carrying a tablet.
