Love Regardless: A Billionaire BWWM Pregnancy Romance (7 page)

“
Close your eyes.” He commanded
softly, and I did so without questioning.

With his free hand, I felt him unbutton my blouse, exposing my lilac
bra. Elliot then ran his tongue from the base of my neck to my navel.
I shivered in response. With his teeth, he tugged down my
loose-fitting jeans ever so slightly, and blew a sharp breath of
fresh air down there. I wriggled further still.

He released my hands for a moment.

“
Stay perfectly still. Don’t open your
eyes.” His face was directly over me, his breath kissing my
cheeks as I nodded.

Unhooking my legs, I heard him move away from the bed. Immediately I
panicked, what if this was all a sick joke? I listened as he seemed
to be pulling open drawers or closets.

But he was back before I could even think about peeking. I felt him
climb onto the bed, kneeling over me, legs either side of mine.
Slowly, as if moving with a simple caress, he withdrew my hands from
my blouse and unhooked my bra, removing that too.

“
Oh, Clara.” His low hush of amazement
was music to my ears, as he bent and kissed each of my nipples in
turn. As though trying not to get distracted he pulled away, and
inched down my pants bit by bit until I felt like begging him to
remove them. My matching lace panties earned another low hush of awe,
before they were gently pulled from me.

His hand was back on mine.

“
You can open your eyes.” His
whispered in the darkness.

One by one by eyes took in the full magnanimity of
his body, his
fully naked
body.

The foil wrapper of the condom shone in the darkness from his hand,
but he laid it down on the bed, while looking at me up and down. I
looked at his full beauty. He was large, impossibly large, and so
large that I felt like wondering what this night would cost me. I was
not a virgin, but still.

Thankfully all thoughts were stripped from my mind as he pushed me up
further on the bed, and laid his full body on top of me. Without
wasting any time he took one of my nipples in his mouth, and twisted
the other one playfully with his finger until it stiffened.

“
Don’t touch me.” He whispered
as he released my hands. “This is for me.” His
authoritative voice was shocking, along with his command, but I did
as he said and kept my hands to myself.

This proved difficult however when his fingers found my sex. Stroking
outside and around he smiled when he felt how ready I was for him.

“
Eager, are we?” He asked laughing
darkly.

I tried my best not to squirm as he began to move his fingers in a
circle on the outside of my sex.

Suddenly, never breaking eye contact, Elliot pushed a finger inside
me. I yelped, my back bowing into an arch in reaction.

He laughed further still as he pushed another finger inside me.
Barely giving my body time to adjust, he began to forcefully push his
fingers in and out in a perfect rhythm.

I was close, so close that I begged Elliot to make it stop. He
stopped suddenly, removing his fingers. He took a second before
licking them, carefully and slowly. I gaped in awe, panting.

The foil packet was opened swiftly as Elliot slid the condom over his
erection. His frown told me that he hated using condoms.

Elliot looked back at me with the devilish grin yet again, before
swiftly grabbing my waist and flipping me over, until I was lying on
my stomach.

I had no time to adjust before Elliot plunged himself inside of me.

I gasped and screamed as his entire length filled me. I was right, he
was huge.

Before he began to thrust, Elliot bent down and held onto both of my
breasts squeezing strongly.

His pushes were powerful, so powerful I whined in pleasure as he
plunged himself deeper still – again and again – until I
bit the pillow in front of me to cope.

“
Come on, Clara!” He hissed. As though
his hiss was a timer, I felt myself expand and explode around him.
His grunting and heaving told me that he too was close.

With one final plunge he filled me, warming me instantly.

He collapsed on top of me, breaths raspy.

After half a minute he pulled out. I heard him remove the condom, but
did not turn around – I couldn’t. I was trapped in his
spell, irrevocably mesmerized.

Elliot flopped down on the bed beside me and I inched over to give
him room.

The silence remained unbroken as we looked at each other before
Elliot rolled over towards me and fell asleep, one arm outstretched
protectively over my back.

The morning dawned too quickly for my liking – I was not ready
to wake up from the spell Elliot had cast last night. I did not want
him to become my client again, and I his lawyer.

The light entered through a skylight overhead, announcing the dismal
drizzle, but the clear opal blue sky. The first thing I noticed was
the pain in my lower region and the second was that one of the
blue-gray sheets had been pulled up further on my body.

Peeking through my long lashes, I saw that the bed beside me was
empty with the blankets cast backwards and sheets ruffled. Instantly
shame-faced, I sat up, dragged the sheet with me to cover up.

Looking around I saw our clothes strewn over the carpet. I felt
instantly dirty. Snatching up my bag, I pulled out my phone and
penned a quick text to my secretary telling her that I would be in a
little later than usual.

Then, the door open, and Elliot walked in dressed only in a pair of
sweats.

“
Hello there.” He said smiling, his
dimples were pronounced as he grinned at me.

I smiled, still blushing. Even in just sweats with unkempt hair
Elliot looked delectable.

“
Would you like breakfast?” He asked
and I immediately shook my head. If I ate I felt I would get sick –
the nerves of Elliot’s presence hadn’t worn off after
sex, so it seemed. Though as always I thought he looked particularly
calm.

“
A bath?” He asked, smirking as if
knowing of my sensitive stomach. A bath, with Elliot seemed like a
dreamlike situation that I could never have hoped for.

“
Please.” I whispered standing,
registering the pain in my lower abdomen and sighing. It was worth
it. I tried my best not to let my wincing show.

Elliot strode over to his closet and quickly threw me a dressing
gown, steeped in his sandalwood scent. Casting him a grateful smile,
I donned it swiftly and followed him to his attached bathroom.

The claw-foot tub complete with Jacuzzi settings at the end of the
room caught my eye. Elliot was already leaning over it, the hot tap
sending steam and obscuring my vision of him. Without looking around,
he carefully added a dollop of bath cream and bubble bath. A smell of
lavender found me at the door.

Elliot turned off the running water, and looked to me.

“
It’s ready.” He didn’t
leave and something about his face told me he wouldn’t.

For a moment, neither of us moved, until Elliot took his lengthy
strides to reach me by the door. Leaning around me, he pulled the
bathroom door closed. Taking my hand, he pulled me towards the bath.

I urged myself to move, but no matter what I said to myself I didn’t
move to stop Elliot as he carefully untied the bathrobe and slid it
from my shoulders. All kinds of doubts followed me now in a way that
didn’t last night.

“
I’m your lawyer.” I said, eyes
trained on the floor as I stood their bare before him.

“
And my girlfriend, I hope.” He said
laughing at me as my mouth popped open in surprise. I liked the way
that sounds. I frowned, irked, but Elliot continued before I had time
to complain. “And you’re not just my lawyer. You never
have been to me.”

Girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend… the word sounded sweet on
my lips. The word boyfriend sounded alien… but certainly
welcome.

“
So girlfriend?” I probed, grinning.
He looked down at giving me a genuine smile – not a smirk.

“
I hope so. So boyfriend?” He asked in
return. He sounded doubtful at first – very doubtful. It was
nearly comical to watch Elliot ever look unsure about anything. I was
Clara the Confident though.

“
I guess I’ll have you.” I
laughed, nudging Elliot’s hip with mine with a chuckle. He
beamed like a child on Christmas day, before nudging me back. I hoped
it wasn’t just the sex talking, though I have a suspicion that
he felt the same as I did.

One hand still in his, I slipped into the hot water, my balance
steadied by him.

With one swift movement he lowered his sweats and followed me into
the water.

I cocked an eyebrow to him and he smiled.

“
We both need a good wash.” He said
matter-of-factly. We did, especially after last night.

Just like that I laid back against his chest, immediately comfortable
in his presence. His firm chest was warm and the gentle beat of his
heart was enough to calm my nerves. He wanted me here – he did.
It was written in no rule book that I couldn’t be a successful
lawyer and a woman at the same time.

The water smelled like lilacs as Elliot pulled up a small sponge and
began to rub my chest and breasts clean.

It was hard for me to stay unaware of his body and how it wrapped
around mine so perfectly. We seemed to work in conjunction as he
stroked my skin into a relaxed, supple way.

I did not stop him when his fingers found their way in between my
legs, to my sex. As if waiting for it, my back arched preemptively,
pushing my behind against Elliot.

I felt his intake of breath as I expanded for his three fingers.

I seemed to climax too fast and not fast enough – sweat beaded
at my hairline and my nails pierced Elliot’s hand as I urged
him on.

“
Elliot…” Words were lost and
all I clung to was his name, the only thing I seemed to know was
Elliot also cruelly changed pace twice, slowing to a stop before I
was ready and only beginning again when I moaned into his neck,
cocking my neck upwards.

When Elliot finally allowed me to come I slumped back against him,
heaving sighs of relief. This was miles from what I expected my
morning to bring.

When I felt able, I twisted around in the water to see him. His smirk
of satisfaction was sickening. I rolled my eyes at him, but swiftly
remembering what Elliot said last night and I quickly changed to a
smile, fearing any repercussions.

“
Oh, and what are you smirking at?” I
challenge him and his grin widened further still, his eyes were
twinkling as if he knew what I’d do and he’s be waiting
his whole life for me to do it.

Wasting no time in wiping that grin from his face I slinked towards
him, careful to disturb the water as little as possible. As if in
response to my approach he stiffened, legs spreading slightly as a
look of trepidation passed over his features.

I allowed my mouth to hover over Elliot’s for a second –
just long enough for him to begin to crane his neck to reach me –
and I moved away, kissing the base of his neck softly. His answering
moan told me that he was ready.

Slowly, I felt his stiff member underneath the water. He was
surprisingly hard already. A pleasantly surprised smile on my face, I
made my hold firmer. He swelled to fit my grasp.

I watched as both of his hands grip the sides of the bath, knuckles
whitening as I began to slowly move my hand up and down. With each
motion I tightened my grip, focusing on those places that caused him
to close his eyes in pleasure and shudder.

Playfully smirking, I loosened my grip on his sex altogether when he
shuddered in a particularly intense way. In these moments I touched
his thighs, the inside of which was littered with goose bumps,
despite the warm water.

Our eyes met the moment my tongue touched the tip of his bulging sex.

He immediately shifted his hips, his breath raspy.

I’m in control.

The thought was delicious to me.

He didn’t last long when my tongue began to move with ease. I
had only sucked several times when I knew he was close enough for me
to withdraw.

Afterwards I quickly slipped from the water, leaving Elliot there
breathing heavily. He looked at me incredulously as I donned the
bathrobe again.

“
Leaving so soon?” He asked, eyebrows
raised.

“
Some of us have a case to work on…”
I replied playfully, as I turn to the bedroom. I left him smiling as
I set about finding my clothes and changing as fast as I could.
Elliot followed me into the room – sweatpants intact.

“
Thank you for the wine… and the
entertainment.” I’m not sure what made me speak so
seductively but I leaned down and snatch up my bag, tucking my phone
into my pocket. I was nearly at the door before he spoke.

“
I asked my driver to take care of your car.
It’s waiting outside for you.”

I don’t let him see me rolling my eyes and I let my back face
him.

“
Of course you did.” I whisper as I
walk from his apartment, a small smile playing on my lips.

*****

I made a small pit stop at my apartment to dress appropriately and
grab a small fruit salad. I was immediately thankful that Kally isn’t
home.

I called my driver and told him to be ready to take me to the office.
I tried my best to ignore his quizzical look as he noted that I
hadn't been home. Charlie is used to my habits – and how few of
them involve time for socializing and men.

Weeks pass this way as the weeks roll into months. I stay at Elliot’s
to avoid Kally’s questions and work later in the evenings to
make up for my mornings.