Derek
Yes, Paige. I’m so sorry for canceling it—I know I promised you but this case was… I couldn’t risk it.”
I felt like a dick. An asshole. A prick.
Everything I promised her I would never be.
The silence in the office was maddening, but I was deep in a complex corporate acquisition brief, and for the first time in years, I hated being a lawyer.
Because I missed my wife.
Paige’s voice was soothing as she replied, “Derek, it’s okay. I know how busy it can get. Get home when you can. I’ll save you leftovers.”
I glanced at the clock on my monitor. It was eight-fifteen on a Friday night. My stomach twisted with guilt. I should have been home two hours ago, enjoying a quiet, candlelit dinner with my wife.
Instead, I was alone, exhausted, and working in an empty office.
“I promise I’ll make it up to you,” I said, meaning every word. “Tomorrow, I’m all yours.”
“Okay,” she whispered. “Love you.”
Thank fuck she wasn’t mad at me. She was pregnant and tired, and deserved the world.
I was already planning our date for tomorrow.
I smiled, the tension easing around my shoulders. “Love you more, Paige-bear.”
I hung up, staring at the cityscape through the floor-to-ceiling windows. My mind immediately went to the thought of her, my sexy wife, waiting for me.
I was determined to finish the last file before going home. Our new home with a backyard and a pool and spend the night making up to my wife. I planned on kissing every inch of her, starting with that precious, growing bump.
Determination coursed through me as I focused on work. If I got home early enough, I’d be able to spend some time with Lily and read to her.
After I didn’t know how long, I felt my neck prickle. There was someone else in the office.
I looked up, and my eyes widened.
“Am I dreaming?” I mused, gazing at her.
Paige, my pregnant wife, was leaning against the doorway, framed by the dark, empty hallway. She was wearing only a dark trench coat, cinched at the waist, and a small, mischievous smile.
I knew that smile. I was accustomed to it pretty well.
It was her signature smile that she gave me before she took me in her mouth.
She giggled. “Maybe.”
My mouth went dry. I swallowed as she walked closer, her hips swaying. She’s gonna be the death of me. She placed a small bag on the coffee table before crossing the distance between us. She walked around the office table, right up to my chair, and slowly untied the knot of her trench coat.
I was mesmerized by her. Maybe even entranced watching her move.
Paige leaned down and her lips brushed my ear, sending shivers through my body. “Does this happen in your dream? Or am I better than your fantasies, Mister Peterson?”
She parted the trench coat and all the air in my lungs left at the sight of her.
Because she was wearing a lacy black lingerie underneath and nothing else. It was sheer, barely covering her heavy breasts, and—fuck, her three-month bump made her look like an absolute goddess.
My child was growing in the most beautiful body I had ever seen.
I groaned and shook my head, my eyes raking over her like a starved man. I was so fucking lucky.
My hands cupped her belly, and I pressed a soft kiss on her belly.
“Fuck, Paige,” I muttered against her stomach. “You could’ve called me—”
“I wanted to see the look on your face,” she said, running a hand through my hair. “I wanted to see you come undone.”
I stood up, pushing the chair back. My cock was already straining painfully hard against my slacks. I kissed up her stomach, tearing the trench coat off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor to see her bare, glowing skin.
I took my time unhooking her bra and kissing her breasts, fondling and biting them gently. Her nipples tightened into hard peaks, begging for my attention.
“Are you happy now?” I growled, my voice rough with lust. I kissed over her jaw, whispering in her ear, “Teasing your husband at his office in nothing but this… this tiny fucking, see-through thing? You’re going to pay for this.”
“Mhmm, extremely happy, Derek,” she hummed, arching into my touch with her hips, pressing against my hardening cock. “Now make me scream.”
“Paige… I need to fill up this pretty cunt right now,” I said, cupping her pussy through the thin lace. “I need to fuck you on this desk.”
I groaned, feeling her delicious wetness already soaking the fabric. She moaned against my hand as I rubbed her through the lace.
“Do it… fuck me on your desk, Derek,” she gasped, clutching my arm.
She didn’t need to repeat as I scattered all the pen and paper and files from my desk with a sweep of my arm, clearing a space big enough for her. I lifted her onto the cold wood before spreading her on my desk.
We kissed passionately, but it was a desperate, rough, and wild kiss as she tried her best to undress me. I pulled away for a moment to remove my shirt while her fingers fumbled with the zipper of my pants.
I kneeled on the floor and hooked my fingers into the lace of her thong and ripped it off, exposing her slick, swollen pussy. The scent of her sex, sweet and musky, was my undoing.
I covered her pussy with my hot mouth, burying my face in her. She moaned and clutched my hair while I took my time eating her out and getting her ready.
I toyed with her, my tongue circling the tight, sensitive clit and fingering her gently until she was trembling and whimpering, grinding her pussy on my face. I drank in her sweet juices, licking her deep until the only thing I tasted was her. She fell apart on my tongue when I sucked her clit.
Before she could come down from her orgasm, I was standing up and pulling her to the edge of the desk. I bent her over gently, my hands supporting her heavy breasts and her precious bump, before removing my boxers and freeing my throbbing cock. I lined up my tip and slowly slid it inside her, groaning at the feel of her walls spasming and clenching me.
“Mine,” I growled, thrusting inside her warmth. “You’re so fucking tight, so goddamn wet, Paige. Feel how I am inside your cunt.”
She clutched the desk, her knuckles turning white as I began to fuck her hard and fast. I bit her shoulder, kissing the soft skin I had just bruised, and tugged roughly at her hair, pulling her head back so I could see the look of pure ecstasy on her face as I drove into her.
“You are so fucking beautiful like this. My desperate, greedy wife on my desk. Couldn’t wait for your husband to come home and fill up this pretty pussy, hm?”
She cried out, “N-no. Needed you s-so bad.”
“Fuck,” I gasped. “Come with me, Paige. Come for your husband.”
We both climaxed together. I released white hot cum inside her while her pussy clenched me. After catching my breath, I scooped her up gently and took her to the couch.
I set her on my lap, wrapping a throw blanket around us both. We both cuddled in the post-coital bliss, murmuring sweet words.
I saw the far-off look on her face and I kissed her forehead. “What are you thinking?”
Paige touched her stomach. “I’m thinking that it’s a boy.”
I smiled, covering her hand with mine, tracing the bump. “I think it’s a girl.”
Paige shook her head and kissed me softly. “I feel that it’s a boy.”
I pouted playfully. “Well, we’ll have to keep trying until it’s a girl, don’t we? I’m ready to spend every night practicing.”
Paige mock-glared. “In your dreams, Mister Peterson.”
I grinned, kissing her back.
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