Page 193 of First in Line

Satisfied, I let go of her legs, then grab a few tissues from a box on the table to clean her up. I do it two more times until the tissues return somewhat dry and realign the lacey strip of her thong on her pussy. Once I’ve thrown everything in the nearby garbage can, I shove my dick back into my underwear and pants—no cleaning up for me. I like keeping some of her pleasure with me, just like she gets to do for mine.

“Thank you for that, princess,” I say, grazing her hip.

“I should be the one thanking you. I think I saw stars.”

“Happy to serve.”

She slides down the table and lowers her dress, smoothing it down her thighs. I use more tissues, as well as a couple of pumpsof the hand sanitizer sitting on the table, to clean up the surface she was just sitting on.

“Do I look okay?” she wonders.

I adjust her heart locket, which sits wrong on her cleavage. When it’s not on me, she has it. Ophelia is never alone anymore, always carried by one of us.

“You do look like you just saw stars,” I answer. “Maybe wait a little before going out. Unless you don’t mind everyone knowing I just sent you to space with my—”

“I’ll wait,” she interrupts me, blushing a little.

“Good call. I don’t like the idea of other men seeing you like this. It’s my privilege alone,” I possessively say. “Now, I hate to leave you, but I probably have to go before Justine sends everyone looking for me.”

“Right. I’ll be watching the interview with the team. Try not to curse.”

“Hey, it hasn’t happened for like, six Grand Prix. I’m good at this.”

“Hm …”

She distractedly returns my kiss, and just as I’m about to unlock the door and leave, she stops me. “Jax, wait.”

Hoping this is it, that she’s ready to share her secret with me, I turn around. “I—I have something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” She hesitates, clearly uneasy and unsure.

“What is it, princess?”

“I… uh… Gosh, this is hard. I’m…” When the words don’t seem to come, she changes her mind and shakes her head. “You know what? Go to the press conference. I’ll tell you after.”

Touched by her vulnerability, I step closer. “You know you can tell me anything, right? And everything.”

“Yes, of course, but… I feel a little guilty about this because I’ve been keeping it from you.”

There we go. This isn’t a drill. It’s happening here and now. My heart slams against my ribcage with excitement, but I try not to let it show.

“Then you should tell me now, before it snowballs into an even bigger secret.”

She looks so fucking adorable, all sheepish and embarrassed. I nearly melt when she looks up at me through her lashes. But before she can say something, her eyebrows twist with a mix of surprise and suspicion.

“Wait… you already know, don’t you?” she asks.

“Know what?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Jackson. You’ve figured it out, somehow.”

“Figured what out?”

There’s no fooling her. She knows. Squinting at me, she says, “That I’m pregnant.”

My composure cracks, and I smile like I’m the happiest man on earth. Which I am. “I think I knew it before you did, princess.”

Her expression changes to disbelief. “Now that’s presumptuous.”

“Well, I started suspecting it in Azerbaijan, late-September.”