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Chapter TwelveLailaniStanding in front of the mirror, I can’t help but admire my curves. When trying to figure out what to wear to dinner, I was nervous at first, not sure what I had to wear that wouldn’t make my belly front and center. I called Phillipa upset, asking her what to do and she laughed at me. Tole me it was just hormones from the baby and to be proud of my belly. She said nothing is more beautiful than a woman growing life. When she put it that way, it made me feel better. The truth is, I really only have like two dresses I can wear anyway. So, I decide on the grey sleeveless dress with a twist between the breasts, which makes them more pronounced. It comes about two inches above my knees and has a slit going up the right thigh. The back is crisscross and shows quite a bit of skin. I finish them off with a grey and white pair of Christian Siriano's that Phillipa bought me for my birthday. Smoky eyes, my hair in a ballerina bun with a few tendrils falling down and a pair of simple diamond earrings. So now, looking at myself, I have to admit I look beautiful. Almost ethereal. I guess there is truth to the pregnancy glow. Knock knock. Well here we go. “Jesus.” he says when I open the door. “What the hell are you trying to do to me?” I smile, feeling even more beautiful with the reaction he just had. “Are you ready?” his voice hoarse as he fights to hold himself back.
“Yes.” Grabbing my hand, we walk down, get on the elevator and into the car. The ride to the restaurant is quiet but thick and filled with a barely contained need to attack. Pulling up to the restaurant, he parks, getting out to give the keys to valet. Before he can make it around, the valet guy opens my door and holds his hand out to help me, when Dun does his growly thing.
“If you plan on keeping that hand I advise you to step back and put it in your pocket.” Squish. Well shit. I hope there isn’t a wet spot on the bottom of my dress. “Have to fucking threaten people even with my son in your stomach. Need a goddamn bodyguard.” I hear him grumble to himself. I giggle at how pissed his sexy face is. “You think it's funny baby? You like to see me lose my shit over you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I respond, suddenly sweaty and achy.
“Ah ah. Not yet, greedy girl. Got to feed you and then we have to talk. Then...I will fuck you.” Hell. I am going to leave a big ass wet spot on the chair. The date flies by, the conversation light and without the serious stuff. I think we both know it is going to a tense night. Before I know we are waiting for the car to be brought to us. Same valet guy practically throws the keys to Dun, with his head down and sprints inside. I shake my head at the man beside me. So bad. By the time we make it to the room, my panties are practically drooping off of me. “Turn around and face the wall.” I lift my eyebrow at him not wanting to give in so easily even though we both know I am going to. “Don’t make me repeat myself baby. We both know you have pushed me past the point of giving a fuck about your screams and comfortability. So if you don’t want me to drill this ten inch beast inside your intestines, do as I say.” Squish. Crap. Facing the wall, I throw all bullshit to the wind and moan, my legs squeezing together, as I wait for him. I can hear him moving around the room, knowing he is driving me crazy. I hear him as he removes his jacket and unbuttons his pants. The moment he moves behind me I know without a touch. “Smell so sweet, baby. How wet are you?”
“Dun…” I can’t seem to find any other word.
“Answer the question. How wet are you?”
“Too wet.”
“Stick your hands between your legs and show me.” Shit. Trembling, I bend to do as he says, not much mind you since my stomach doesn’t allow for too much. Remembering, he braces me, one hand on my stomach, the other on my waist. “Rub your hands up your thighs and show me how much has dripped.” oh hell. Feeling how much of my sugar is coating the inside of my legs shocks even me. Moving my hand up and down, I bring it from under my dress and show him. “Fuck. Give me your hand.” he growls, snatching my wrist and licking my whole hand. Holy shit is this so fucking dirty. “God damn it, Lani. Put your hands on the wall and bend over.” needy and pushed to the edge I hold onto the wall needing something to keep me up. Not bothering to remove my panties, he shoves my dress up, moves my sopping excuse for panties to the side and slams inside of me roaring like a lion as I yell my elation at being filled with him once again. He leans over my back, whispering in my ear, “don’t fucking move. Any movement will send me deeper and we might hurt my son. Keep your greedy ass still. Do you understand?”
