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“She’s my vice president, my personal assistant, my best friend—just about everything except my lover,” he managed to choke out past the lump in his throat.
He couldn’t believe it, but there was no one else who knew about his dad who wasn’t bound by doctor-patient privilege. If he hadn’t been so worried about him and Bella, he would have realized Mary was to blame the second Bella told him that the mysterious “package” had mentioned the murder.
“She’s the one who sent me the medical records,” Bella said, guessing the truth.
She was smart, his girl, as well as beautiful and tough and sweet and all the rest of it. He nodded slowly, struggling to understand why Mary had done it, what could have caused his best friend to try to destroy his only shot at happiness.
“Do you love her?” Bella asked, waiting until he nodded. “Then you’ll figure it out. We’ll figure it out. She might have been thinking she was doing what was best for you. You came home saying you were in love with a woman you’d known for less than a day, and you were going to get married. I mean, in most normal circumstances, that would be lunacy.”
“Are you always so understanding of people who try to permanently fuck up your life?” Heath asked, knowing there was some truth in her words despite the sting of betrayal that still lingered in his own mind.
“No, sometimes I have them exorcised.” She gave him a wink before she lifted her shirt over her head, revealing what was indeed a black bra, a very sexy black bra.
“Right now, I’m not going to let anyone fuck up what I’ve been dreaming about for the past four months,” she whispered as she slowly moved to straddle him on the couch, lifting her black cotton skirt until he could see her black panties pressing against the fabric of his gray trousers.
“Have I ever told you how much I love it when you curse?” Heath smoothed his hands up and down the insides of her thighs, amazed that her skin was even softer than he remembered and that his cock had sprung back to full attention in
less than two seconds.
“I think you mentioned it once.” Bella started to lower the straps on her bra, but he stopped her with his hands.
“Please, allow me.” He tugged the fabric away with his teeth as his hands smoothed around the curves of her ass, urging her to rock against his erection as he flicked a welcoming lick to each of her newly exposed nipples.
“Heath.” She arched into his mouth as he started suckling her, swirling his tongue against her swollen tip.
When she moaned in response and ground against his shaft, he knew he wasn’t going to last long this first time. Four months was longer than he’d gone without sex since he was old enough to drive, but he hadn’t wanted to fuck anyone but Bella. He hadn’t even wanted to jerk off, he’d been so depressed. Both factors, of course, contributed to the desire that was now swiftly getting beyond his control.
He needed her fast and hard and hungry. They’d get around to slow and sensual the second round.
“Bella, I need to fuck you,” he growled as he moved on top of her on the couch, tearing at his belt and disposing of his pants and boxers in record time.
“Yes,” she nodded, looking as desperate as he was. She’d already slid her bra the rest of the way off of her arms and was reaching for her underwear by the time he gripped the top of the skirt and panties and ripped them off in one frantic motion.
“We’ll do this better the second time.” He settled on top of her, crushing his lips against hers as he spread her legs and found her pussy, thankfully already drenched.
She moaned as he positioned his cock and slid home in one swift motion, beginning to roll his hips as soon as he was buried deep inside of her, gliding his pubic bone over her clit again and again. He might be incapable of extended foreplay, but she was going to come on his cock.
She was going to come hard, pussy milking him, fingers clawing at his back. His pride—and his love for her—wouldn’t settle for less.
“Come, Bella, come, baby.” He whispered the words against her lips before he kissed them again, devouring the groan she sent vibrating into his mouth.
“Heath, we’re going to have a baby.” She began to rotate her hips, counter to his own, giving him the most unbelievable sensation as the head of his cock pressed against the walls of her pussy.
“That’s okay with me, but I’ll get a condom if you want.” He moved faster, deeper, praying she wouldn’t want him to get a condom. This felt too unbelievable. He didn’t want to stop, and if she were to get knocked up, he would be the happiest man in the kingdom.
“No, I—”
“Oh good, baby, because I really don’t want to stop. I love you. I want you to have my baby. God, you feel so good.” He reached up to roll her nipples with his right hand, feeling her start to tense beneath him as he pinched and plucked at the tips.
“No, Heath, I mean…I’m already…pregnant! God, oh God, I’m coming,” she cried out beneath him as he pumped into her clenching walls, her hot, wet, pussy contracting around him, making him come harder than he ever had before, even harder than that first night.
Which he honestly hadn’t thought was possible—she’d been so hot that night, waking him up seconds away from the main event.
“Shit!” he shouted as his spilled himself inside her. His balls, his cock, his entire being felt profoundly sated, elated, ready to take on the world.
“Shit?” she repeated a few seconds later when he had collapsed on top of her, relishing the feel of her nails skimming up and down his back.
“Not what I meant to say. Are you two okay under there?” He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her to him, smiling as he buried his face in her neck. She smelled a little sweaty and completely sexy and just her scent was enough to make him hard again.
