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My gaze fell downwards, and he tracked it until comprehension dawned on his features.
“I had a different life before I took over the family business,” he explained, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.
I picked up the driver’s license. “This will be useful as an ID, but I can’t drive.”
Sebastian grinned, a real one that reached his eyes and made him look younger. “We’ll have to fix that.”
Chapter27
Sebastian
Four Months Later
Iwalked upstairs with a tiny box in my hands and my black satchel hanging at my side. For months, I had fought with myself, battling with whether I should go through with it. At one point I stopped and wondered what type of man would do such a thing, then I remembered I paid to breed a woman who was down on her luck. So, the idea wasn’t so farfetched. Planting a tracking device in Belle’s arm might not have been a noble thing to do, but I didn’t want to take any chances. After she told me about her past three months ago, I was more protective of her than I’d ever been of another person in my life. It was worse now that we knew she wasn’t carrying just one baby, but two.
The news that Belle was pregnant with twins pleasantly surprised me, and my excitement at the prospect was almost overwhelming. She was already five months along, and I couldn’t wait for the babies to come.
Every preconceived notion about this whole process had slowly dissolved over the months, and now, seeing Belle pregnant and falling for her had given me something I thought I had lost forever. It gave me hope, a reason to stay the course, a reason to not give it all up. Belle gave me a second chance, and she didn’t even know it. I thought about this entire process, and it had become something I thought I’d never have again. I was in love with Belle, and eager to be a father.
It was terrifying.
My previous loss still haunted me, and the thought of losing Belle and the babies was a constant nightmare that lingered in the back of my mind. I couldn’t live through it. Now that my frozen heart had melted, I could no longer pretend I didn’t care about her. It was impossible.
I paused outside of Belle’s room, feeling the coldness of the door handle beneath my fingertips. Noticing the small sliver of light peeking through the crack. I wondered if she was still awake. She had a habit of sneaking around the castle late at night. Between her curious mind and her bottomless pit stomach it wouldn’t be a surprise if I caught her sitting up in bed devouring a snack, but I hoped that wasn’t the case, especially since I had the chef lace her bedtime tea with a strong sedative. I had Barclay contact my doctor to make sure the tracker wouldn’t harm the babies or Belle. He reassured Barclay that they would be fine, and that Belle wouldn’t feel a thing.
She was lying on her side on the bed, fast asleep, with her pregnancy pillow squished between her legs. It helped to support her belly, which was already swollen because of the presence of two babies instead of just one.
My footsteps glided across the room until I stopped near the bed. Just being in her presence had me wanting to touch her, to feel her. Kneeling, I ran my hands over her naked body. She’d started sleeping nude a few weeks ago because she got overheated so easily, and I loved it.
Fuck, I loved her. Every single inch of her. The corner of my lips turned up at the sight of her swollen ankles. She hated them and complained that they made her look like Miss Piggy. Nothing about the bodily changes bothered me, except her false contractions. They put me on edge, and I constantly worried every time she winced or held her belly. Still, she didn’t complain much. In fact, she glowed. Pregnancy agreed with her.
She didn’t stir at my touch, which was a good thing. It meant that the sedative was working. Pressing kisses down her arm, I kept going lower until I reached the mound of her hip. She’d gained enough weight to give her a delicious curve here. I had to wonder if her natural weight was more on the curvy side. She’d been so mistreated that she was frail when she got here, but I liked this fuller figure.
Sitting back on my heels, I removed the tracker from the packaging and numbed the underside of her arm, right next to where I had removed her birth control device so long ago. She didn’t even move when I gave her the shot, so I wasn’t worried when I made the tiny nick in her skin. The device was only the size of a pea, but flat, like a thin sheet of paper. It sat inside a pen-like structure with a thin but blunt end that had an opening. I placed the tip to her skin and pressed down on the lever. Like a sling shot moving at the speed of light, the tracker broke past the skin, settling in her arm unnoticed.
It went in with no problem, and I held an alcohol wipe to the dot until the bleeding stopped. I pulled it away and examined my work. It was nearly seamless. Good. I didn’t want to place a band-aid there or Belle would notice.
Packing everything back into my satchel, I kissed her forehead and covered her body with the thin blanket bunched at her ankles. Then, I took everything to my office before returning. I slipped into the bed beside her, rearranging the pregnancy pillow so that I could press myself against her back, spooning her as I fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up first, as usual, but I stayed in bed, waiting for Belle to wake up. One advantage of her pregnancy was her increased libido. She woke up horny every morning. I was more than happy to scratch that itch, even though I had to be gentle with her.
My tablet chimed before she woke up, and I grabbed it off the nightstand. We had a doctor’s appointment today, and it was a reminder. I acknowledged the alarm with a press of a button and checked my email. There was nothing important.
Maxwell had taken over a lot of my mundane work responsibilities over the last couple of months. I’d hired a second assistant to help him and me, and it freed up time to focus on Belle and the babies. When this all started, I never thought for one second that I would give up something for Belle—oranywoman—but here I was.
Turning back over to Belle, I nibbled on her ear. She loved that, and it was my favorite way to wake her up because she was always turned-on immediately.
Belle whimpered as she slowly woke, arching her back, which drove her ass into my aching erection. Ready to hear her moan instead, I slid a hand down her side, following the curve of her hip, and slipped my hand around to her clit. Rubbing in a tight circle, I smiled against her shoulder as she trembled.
“Sebastian…”
She didn’t have to ask for what she wanted. I knew exactly what we both needed.
Lifting her leg, I gripped my cock and lined it up at her entrance from behind. She was so wet already that I slipped right inside, making us both groan. Bringing my hand around to the belly, I held onto it as I thrust in and out, whispering in her ear.
“Look at you, dirty girl. So wet and ready for me first thing in the morning. Did you dream about this cock inside of you?”
Her hand gripped my arm hard, and I nipped at her neck.
