His Absolute Authority: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #3) (25 page)

The way he said it, and the fact that he nearly never said things like that (with the exception of dirty talk during sexy situations...) made me laugh.

"Triplets?" he said while searching through the cupboards for bowls, beef stew, a pot, and some bags of easy cook rice.

"Oh God, I hope not," I said.  "I'm going to be large enough as it is, don't you think?"

"No, no," he said.  "It's not like that."

"It is," I said.  "I'm going to get fat."

He laughed.  "I think it'll be sexy."

"You think it's sexy for me to get fat?" I asked.  "I don't think I want to have sex with you now."

"It's not fat, it's... it's different.  It's the fact that we're bringing new life into this world.  It's sexy in a different sort of way.  I don't know how to explain it."

"So you'll still want to have sex with me when my stomach is out to here?" I asked.  When he looked at me, I held my hands out in a ring around me.

"I don't know if you'll get that big," he said.

"I might," I countered.  "If I do, will you still want to have sex with me?"

"Yes," he said.  "A lot.  Fuck, Jessika, you don't even understand.  If you weren't hungry, we'd be locked together on the bed right now and I wouldn't want to leave for hours."

"You really think it's that sexy?" I asked.

"Not only do I really think it's that sexy, but I honestly can't wait to start a family with you.  I think you'll be a wonderful mother.  I'm so happy that you're mine.  I wouldn't want to do this with anyone else."

"You'll be a good father, too," I said.  "And you're a pretty good husband, as well."

"Just pretty good?" he asked with a grin.  "That's why Jeremy mentioned pickles and ice cream on the phone before, wasn't it?  He knows?"

"He told you?" I asked.

"No.  He said something, but then he played it off.  I fell for it, I guess.  I didn't suspect a thing."

"Good, because I wanted to be the one to tell you," I said.

"You were," Asher said.  "You told me.  Ugh.  I'm seriously so happy.  This food, alright, it's cooking.  I want to kiss you.  Can I kiss you?" he asked.

"You're asking me if you can kiss me?" I said, laughing.  "Asher, of course you can kiss me."

He did.  We kissed.  It was so silly and sweet and passionate all at once.  It was indescribable and wonderful.

It was so strange to me how this morning could be so tumultuous and worrisome, but only half a day later and... here we were, having none of that stress.  It still existed, yes.  We needed to deal with it, but...

There was so much more to life.  There always was more.  We could do anything together, me and Asher.

We'd created life.  A baby.  Maybe twins or triplets?  I was going to get fat.  The thought made me laugh.  I laughed into Asher's kiss, and he laughed, too, kissing me despite it.

I nearly started drooling as soon as the savory smell of beef stew started wafting out of the microwave.  Asher teased me and dabbed at my lip.

"Let's eat," he said.

They were only two simple words, but it seemed like more.  We were on a new journey.  We were discovering things about ourselves that we'd never known before.  And I liked it.  I loved it so much.

I felt like I could conquer the world, and I thought maybe I would do just that.  As soon as we finished eating—and maybe after making love until we fell asleep—I wanted to talk to Asher about my ideas.  I thought we had a real chance to fix everything that had happened over the past few days; not just ignore it or fight against it, but to change it and fix it.

We would make it better together.

I
n celebration of the re-release of
His Absolute Authority
, please enjoy this free bonus scene.  This is an erotic dream sequence scene that takes place during the time that Jessika was asleep on the train, before being woken up and then finding out she was pregnant.

~*~

I
was laying in bed, at home, in the mansion.  I didn't know how I got here, or why I was here.  There was something wrong about it, off, and I knew I shouldn't be here right now, but I couldn't say exactly what made me think that.  The world seemed blurry around me, like perhaps it didn't actually exist, dreamy and intoxicating.  It...

Asher came into our bedroom from the attached private bathroom, smiling at me.  "Fuck," he said.  "You look so sexy, Jessika."

I laughed at him, not sure why he'd say something like that completely out of the blue.  I liked it, and Asher had a tendency towards these things, but it still always seemed strange to me.

"I don't know why you'd say that," I said.  "I think I just woke up."

He didn't say anything to that, oh no.  Instead, he walked close to the foot of the bed, then crawled onto it on hands and knees, prowling closer to me.  The look on his face said a lot of things, and none of them seemed good.  Or all of them were good.  I squirmed, backing away from him for no real reason that I could see, except I didn't have anywhere to go.  With my back against the mattress, head now pressed against the pillows, blocked from going anywhere by the bed's headboard and the wall behind that, I was trapped and left to my husband's lustful whims.

I liked it.  I loved when Asher got like this.  I liked when he took me, came to me, held me, kissed me, touched me... without asking, because there was no need to ask anymore.  Just his own decision, my sexy and adoring husband left to his own devices.  A fleeting glimpse of a memory where we used some of my actual devices—the sex toys from my old apartment—popped into my mind.  Were those here now?  Did he plan on doing that again.  Or...?

Something strange happened.  Odd.  I didn't know how to describe it, because I'd honestly never felt something like this before, but it seemed so natural and regular that it seemed odd to fight against it, too.  My mind bucked and reeled for a fraction of a second, but then calmed, soothing me into accepting what was going on, what was happening.

Asher spread my legs with his hands, taking up residence between my thighs.  He swept one hand up my leg, to my knee, my thigh, and further still, brushing past the bottom of my flimsy negligee.  He pushed my sexy lingerie past my stomach, letting the fabric pool beneath my breasts.  This was all regular and normal, but what happened next wasn't; or it wasn't exactly, but it seemed so right.

He moved his other hand to my stomach now, following a trail along my other leg.  Up, further, around the curves of my cute, pregnant tummy, resting lightly near my belly button, and then caressing my little baby bulge.

Oh God, I was pregnant.  An odd flash of concern, denial and uncertainty, flickered through my mind, then vanished as quick as that.  Why shouldn't I be pregnant?  I felt normal, sort of.  Fine... the dreamy blur surrounding me still seemed a bit off, but everything else felt good.  Everything else felt...

Asher leaned close to my pregnant stomach and kissed me lightly.  Then more.  He trailed kisses all around me, here and there, all while caressing and teasing my newfound curves.  His other hand snuck up my chest, under my negligee, and found one of my breasts.  As soon as he touched it, I gasped.

"You're always so sensitive now, aren't you?" he asked.

Pure sensation addled my mind, and I didn't know what to say.  I somehow managed to let out a gasp of a "Yesss," but that was it.  Asher squeezed my breast in his hand, two fingers gently moving towards my nipple, and...

As soon as he touched me there, as soon as his fingers found my nipple and pressed together to clamp onto my sensitive little nub, I nearly screamed.  It felt so raw, like absolute ecstasy and pain all wrapped into one.  I didn't know what to think of it.  I was sensitive, yes, but... too sensitive, if that made any sense?  I liked it, though.  Asher squeezed my breast gently, playfully fondling my nipple with two fingers, rubbing and rolling it around between his fingers.

He moved out from between my thighs, deciding to lay next to me on the bed instead.  His lips found my ear and he nipped lightly at my earlobe.

Whispering, he said, "I love seeing you like this, Jessika.  Fuck.  You're so sexy.  I love seeing you squirm on our bed with your lips parted like that, barely able to contain your lusty moan, and I love it all the more that you're doing it with my baby inside of you.  I made you this way.  All of you is mine now, and I'm never going to let you go."

His fingers dipped past my pregnant curves, sneaking between my legs.  He tucked his hand in the middle of my thighs, cradling my needy sex.  One finger dipped inside of me, wetness slicking the way and giving him ample, easy entrance, while his other fingers teased and toyed at my folds.

"You can't even speak, can you?" he asked.  "You don't know what to say right now.  You can't think.  Fuck, I love it.  I don't want you to talk or think or do anything but give yourself to me, Jessika.  Do you understand?"

I nodded.  Or, I think I nodded.  I didn't know what I did.  I moved in time with Asher's manipulations, writhing and wriggling on the bed, becoming more and more his with each passing second.  He pushed back my lingerie even further, revealing my bare breasts to the open air.  With one final nip at my earlobe, he kissed a trail from my cheek, to my neck, to my breast, and...

My back raised high off the bed, arching wildly as soon as he popped my nipple into his mouth.  I let out a scream or a moan or a gasp at the sudden sensation.  It felt so... so... it felt...

His tongue licked and lapped at my nipple, then swirled around it, then harsh, sucking, pulling at my sensitive flesh, then less, softer, licking, and...

His fingers pressed into me, one, then another, and finally he slipped in a third.  I could feel his bulging cock pressing hard against my thigh, trapped beneath his pajama pants.  Belatedly, or perhaps because I never really cared to notice in the first place, I realized Asher wasn't wearing a shirt.

He ground his fingers into me, pushing hard and deep, flicking at my clit with his thumb, all while sucking hard at my nipple, licking and lapping at my breast.  Perhaps the best and most wonderful part of all was his other hand, though.  He gently massaged my head, running his fingers through my hair, as if he somehow wanted to soothe and calm me while the rest of his body did nothing but excite me.

"Asher," I whimpered, becoming more and more distracted and lost by the minute.  "Please... please Asher, I want you..."

My hand feebly made an attempt at grasping his pajama bottoms and pulling out his throbbing cock, but he easily moved away, denying me.

"Cum for me, Jessika," he said.  "Cum for me, first, and then I'll give you what you want."

Easier said than done, I thought.  Except, all the while he'd been working me up to exactly that.  He sucked even harder, bordering on painful now, sending me bucking and squirming on the bed, back arched as high as it could go.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him glancing with absolute lust at my pregnant stomach.  He begged for me to cum with his fingers, pulling and pushing, his thumb grazing against my clit.

I gave in to him.  I didn't know how long he'd been doing this, or how long I'd been forced to endure his sexual torture, but I gave in.  My body spasmed hard, orgasm wreaking ecstatic havoc on each and every one of my muscles and my newfound curves.  I felt too big to contain all of this pleasure and wonder, but Asher didn't care.

He liked it.  He loved it.  He loved me.  He loved watching me, teasing me, pleasing me.  He didn't care that I was pregnant, that I was larger now, oh no.  He didn't find it unattractive in the least, he... he thought I was sexy.  Sexier?  No, not that, I thought, just something else.  Something different.  He always found me arousing, and this was a new and arousing thing for the both of us.

Somehow, at some point in time, I came down from my orgasmic glee, back settling onto the mattress.  I felt tired and exhausted now, more sated than I'd felt in a long long time.  That wasn't to say that Asher didn't satisfy me always, but... currently I felt like I could barely even more.  I didn't have to, though.

Asher spread my legs apart again, settling in between them.  He lifted up my thighs slightly, holding my legs tight, then guided his waiting erection between my post-orgasmic, glistening folds.  I didn't think I could move before, but as soon as he thrust deep into me, I gained some sort of sexual second wind.  I gasped, eyes clenching shut, body reveling in the fullness brought about by his cock buried inside me.

Asher let go of my legs and grabbed my hips instead, pulling me against him.  I shifted and bucked on the bed, moving as he moved.  He pulled himself slowly out of me, then pushed back in, just like that, slow and smooth, in and out.  I was so wet, still aroused, from my recent orgasm, that I thought we might need new sheets after this.  I thought that briefly, anyways, and then I couldn't even bother caring anymore.

Asher's fingers and palms reached upwards, caressing a trail from my hips to my bulging stomach.  I had a brief moment of panic, of concerned uncertainty, but he brushed it away with a smile and a smoldering gaze.  Honestly, I didn't think I'd ever seen my husband like this.  He looked so hot and erotic I could barely stand to look at him.  I turned my head to the side, refusing to meet his gaze, and he just laughed.

His hands wandered across my pregnant stomach while he thrust hard into me.  He seemed to love it, loved touching me... loved me.  Us.  Our bodies joined together, yes, but more than that, too.  A family.  We would have one, together, we would...

"Jessika, you feel so good.  I love the way my cock feels when I'm deep inside you.  I love the way your pussy wraps around my shaft, squeezing and milking me for all I'm worth.  That's how we ended up like this, isn't it?  Your body didn't just want my cock inside you, it wanted more.  You got it, too.  I've given you everything I can.  I'll give you everything always, too.  Anything you want, Jessika.  I love you."

"I... I want you, Asher," I whimpered, whispered.  "I want you inside me.  I want you to cum.  I want to have your baby."

"You will," he said with a devilish grin.  "I'll give it all to you.  You're going to have my baby and I'm already inside you, but I'll feel you with my thick, creamy cum in a second, my beautiful wife.  First, I want to savor everything about you.  I want to take in everything.  Your look and how you feel.  You're so wet and hot for me, aren't you?"