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“So you don’t still think I tried to sleep my way into a show at your gallery?” I asked, placing a finger over his lips while I hurried to finish what I wanted to say. “A show I didn’t need any help in getting all by myself at another well-respected gallery, mind you. My art stands on its own, and even if it didn’t, I’m not about to prostitute myself to anyone for anything.”
He jolted, his eyes lighting with a possessive gleam, as though I’d just issued a challenge. “Damn straight you’re not. Nobody gets to touch you but me.”
“Am I to presume this means you won’t go around assuming I’m giving some poor, unsuspecting guy a blow job if I need to puke and his trash can is the conveniently nearby?”
He ducked his head and I swore I saw a sweep of red tinting his cheeks. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.
“Could you repeat that? I’m pretty sure I didn’t hear you right,” I teased.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated more firmly this time, his head jerking up so he stared directly into my eyes. “I should have let you explain before storming out of the hotel room six weeks ago, and I shouldn’t have accused you of what I did in the lawyer’s office.”
Holy heck, he’d apologized. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t jerk his chain a little more. “How do I know you don’t think I’m just a call-girl for your exclusive use?”
“Because the only payment you’ve taken is all the orgasms I’ve given you.” His hand drifted down to my belly. “And my baby.” Then he went about showing me exactly how he’d give me those orgasms, stripping my clothes from my body and taking the time to cup each of my breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingertips. He trailed kisses down my chest until he reached my breasts. His tongue flicked against one of my nipples before he sucked it into his mouth. Releasing it with a loud pop, he switched his attention to the other side.
“Lucas,” I whimpered. My breasts had always been sensitive, but they were even more so now. I felt the pull of his mouth on my nipple all the way down in my pussy.
“What, sweetheart?” he purred.
“I need to come.”
“I’m going to make you come, Jade. Have patience and know I’ll get you there,” he promised before moving lower and nipping lightly at the skin on my belly. My hips jerked in response, my pussy bumped against his hard length. I felt the heat of his skin through the fabric of his boxers and moaned in need.
Lucas gripped my thighs, holding them open as he bent over my pussy. His breath was hot against my core, his tongue flicking against my clit and dipping lower to slide inside.
“Tastes so damn good,” he murmured against my damp flesh before he started to fuck me with his tongue. One of his hands slid up my thigh and across my belly, moving down again to play with my clit. After a few flicks of his finger, he pinched it and I went off like a rocket. I shuddered beneath him while he licked me through my orgasm.
“Holy crap,” I whispered when I managed to stop panting and was able to speak.
I watched, entranced by the sight of his muscles bunching when Lucas levered up to shove his boxers down. His cock sprang free, long and hard, before he settled himself between my legs.
“I need you, sweetheart, but I’ll try to be as gentle as I can.”
I reached up to rest my palm on his cheek. “Take me however you want, Lucas. You’re not going to hurt the baby.”
My permission seemed to snap the last of his control. He slammed his cock into me with a hard thrust. I was swollen from my climax and my pussy clenched around him as he pulled back out to dive in again.
“Always so damn good,” he groaned.
“The best,” I agreed.
His eyes heated at my words and he pounded into me harder and faster. “Come for me again, Jade. I don’t think I can hold on much longer. Your pussy feels too perfect wrapped around my cock.”
I circled my legs around his waist as he continued to hammer into me. It only took a couple more thrusts before I went over the edge again, taking him with me.
“Damn, Jade,” he muttered. “That was fucking amazing. I don’t know how the hell we’re going to hide what’s between us when all I want to do is take you like this every time I’m near you.”
“Hide?” I repeated, hoping I misunderstood what he’d said because my heart was still pounding loudly.
“We can’t tell anyone,” he replied, his tone matter-of-fact, as though what he was saying was obvious to anyone with a brain.
Say what now? “What do you mean, we can’t tell anyone? Who the heck do you think I’m going to tell? The newspapers? Because I’m not! The only person I want to talk to right now is my best friend, and she sure as heck isn’t going to go blabbing to anyone about my pregnancy.”
“I’m not accusing you of anything, sweetheart.”
“Not yet, anyway,” I muttered, thinking about how quickly he’d turned on me back at the hotel when he assumed I’d been using him to move up in the art world.
“It’s complicated, Jade,” he sighed. “There’s the company to consider. I need time to finagle some things before anyone can know about us. The board is quite conservative. I’m confident they wouldn’t appreciate the possible scandal associated with their new CEO getting his step-sister pregnant.”
I nodded my head like I understood and offered him a little tilt of my lips which I hoped resembled a smile. Then I yawned widely and rolled away from him, waiting until he couldn’t see my face to allow my tears to stream down my cheeks and onto the pillow. Pregnant and unmarried I could handle. The baby and I being his dirty little secret? Not so much.
8
Lucas
I’d fucked Jade hard after she’d already been sick and exhausted all day, so when she turned over, I let her get some sleep. I smoothed a hand down over her silky blonde hair and traced circles on her naked back as I ran scenarios in my head. I needed to move up the timetable and get a new board in place as quickly as possible. I intended to marry Jade in the next couple of weeks, but we’d have to keep it quiet. Something I wasn’t at all happy about, but it was necessary for the moment. However, when my baby was born, both he or she and their mother were going to have my name. And, hiding it from the paparazzi would be near impossible with both Jade’s and my name on the birth certificate.
I sighed in frustration, my feet itching to pace. Checking Jade’s breathing, the soft, even rhythm told me she was sleeping peacefully, so I slipped out of bed. As quietly as possible, I dressed and went down to my office. I didn’t do well with chaos, I never had. Plans, lists, organization, these were what kept my life on track.
Sitting down at the large, cherry wood desk, I took a minute to remember all the days I’d wandered in here as a kid. My dad would be hard at work on his computer, or leaning back in his chair reading, with a cigar in his hand. Whatever he was doing, he would stop and smile, beckoning me toward him. He’d ask about my day, or give me a little something to do. I always felt welcome. There were many times when I would simply sit on the couch across from him and watch him work. I was so in awe of him, so proud of him.
Maybe, maybe, he knew more about Di than I’d realized. Or, maybe she was exactly what I assumed and I was only wrong about Jade. I was more comfortable with option B, I didn’t like being wrong.
Firing up the computer, I spe
nt a couple of hours researching and making a list for my assistant. I wanted the house to be the best environment for Jade and our baby. I instructed him to hire a chef familiar with what pregnant women should and shouldn’t eat, a delivery of vitamins and supplements Jade should (according to my research) be taking, a company to come in and baby-proof the house, a live-in pre-natal nurse, and an upgraded security system. The list continued to grow, so I told him to delegate some of it out. I also called my attorney and had him draw up a non-disclosure for the new employees. I always required one to be signed, but it was even more necessary considering the precarious state of our relationship.
Feeling accomplished, and much more in control, I shut off my computer and stretched. My stomach rumbled and I checked my watch, it was almost six. I’d let Jade sleep for a little more than three hours, but I was sure she’d be hungry soon. She and the baby needed to eat.
I was reaching for my phone when it started ringing.
“St. James,” I answered gruffly, annoyed at being interrupted when all I wanted to do was feed Jade and take her back to bed.
“Lucas, my boy!” I stifled an irritated sigh at the sound of Charles Finlay, one of, if not the most stuffy and self-righteous ass on the board of my company.
“What can I do for you, Finlay?” I asked, valiantly attempting to sound professional instead of sulky.
“We’re having a get-together at the L’étang tomorrow night. I know it’s late notice, but I’m hoping you’ll join us. We want to introduce you to some of our clients.”
Fuck. This was a golden opportunity to get to know the heads of the companies I would be trying to convince to stay with mine when I booted out the ‘Good Ole’ Boys Club.’ I really needed to attend, but I didn’t want to leave Jade.
“I’m not sure if I can—“
“Make sure you bring a date. We’ll see you at nine,” he interrupted, as though I hadn’t begun to decline, then promptly hung up.
