The Billionaire's Sweet Surprise (4 page)

He growled with pure pleasure. He was going to make Emma remember why she fell in love with him in the first place.

“Oh God, Vince,” she cried, one hand curled in his hair as he fucked her pussy with his tongue and the other clapped firmly over her eyes as she succumbed to the sensation of his marauding tongue plundering her swollen clit over and over.

Her thighs trembled and he knew she was ready to come.

“Vince,
OhmyGod!
Yes!” And then his feisty pregnant princess shattered and nearly toppled to the floor when her legs gave out but he caught her easily and kissed her hard.

“I think you’re the hottest, sexiest little thing in my life and there’s no one I’d rather fuck than you right this minute. So stop freaking out over shit that’s not real.”

Face flushed, Emma clung to him and nodded as she slowly came out of her haze.

“Now, bend over that desk, sweet girl,” he told her, his tone leaving no room for argument. She bit her lip and did as she was told.

He framed her plump ass with both hands, loving how everything about her was lush and full. “You have an ass that won’t quit, baby,” he said, appreciating her curves. “Jesus, you’re killing me.”

He wasted no time in jerking his cock free and going behind his wife, thrilling at how easily she turned him on. He would never tire of this view.

He pressed the head into her cleft and her tight sheath closed around him like a hot, wet glove.

Oh fuck. That was good
. “Emma,” he breathed her name as he slowly thrust against her. “God, I love you.”

She pushed against him and he gripped her hips as he tried to be gentle but a beast was roaring inside him, demanding to go hard into that sweet heat.

“Harder,” she moaned and he nearly lost it right there. His greedy wife wanted his brutal cock and he was happy to give it to her.

A small sliver of worry followed though even as sweat broke out on his brow from the intense pleasure.

“The baby?” he managed to ask in a tight voice, holding himself back by the thinnest margin.

“Fuck me right, Buchanan,” Emma growled and he shuddered with unadulterated lust at his wife’s carnal abandon. “Do it now!”

He laughed and grabbed a handful of his wife’s long blonde hair, pulling it deliciously tight, bowing her slightly as she trembled, her rounded belly barely clearing the desk top as she braced herself. He drove into her, burying his cock into his tight wife until his balls slapped against her ass.

“My greedy little woman,” he moaned with whole-hearted approval. “She likes it hard and rough.”

“Oh God, yes!”

Vince hammered her pussy with his cock, lifting her onto her toes with each thrust.

Her drenched core dribbled onto his shaft as the sloppy sounds of sex filled the room.

He could never get enough of this woman. Ever.

Just watching her pussy gobble up his cock, penetrating that wet, juicy core with each powerful thrust, was enough to send him hurtling into the pleasure zone but he tried to hold back.

He wanted to make it last.

But he was too close to blowing. “Emma,” he gasped. “I can’t hold back!”

“Not yet,” she panted, pushing against him, demanding her own pleasure without hesitation. “Not yet!
Almost
…”

Vince gritted his teeth, his eyes crossing from the effort it took not to come.

He pounded her hard, knowing his wife needed that G-spot brutalized in order to hit the high note.

He punished her with his cock, driving into her without mercy until she gasped with a keening shudder.

“
Yessss
, Vince!”

And he knew that was the cue to let loose.

He gratefully let go of his control and allowed his orgasm to crash around him, stealing his ability to think or reason.

All that mattered was the intense pleasure squeezing every last drop of fluid from his balls, jetting spurts of man-juice into his wife’s womb.

He pumped load after load into her tight channel, bathing her insides with his cum.

This was his favorite part, of course. Filling his wife with his seed. It was primal, animalistic…perfect.

Vince slowly pulled his cock free and once again, caught his wife as she nearly fell to the floor in a heap.

A dazed smile was his reward for fucking her like a cheap whore. God, what a woman!

He kissed her tenderly as he carried her to the small sofa. He tucked her into his lap, loving the feel of her damp, well-used pussy on his lap.

“What took you so long?” she asked with a satisfied smile, curling her fingers along the nape of his neck.

“I was trying to be a gentleman,” he answered wryly.

“I didn’t marry a gentleman,” Emma reminded him.

“You’re right, you didn’t,” he agreed, parting her legs and sliding his fingers along her soaked seam.

He pushed his finger inside her, his passage made easy by the fluids still dribbling from her core.

He pinched her clit and she jerked. “And you’ve been a pain in my ass for the last few weeks.”

Emma giggled. “Well, it’s about time you did something about it.”

Vince slowly pushed his finger inside her, loving the way her eyes darkened with need.

She was an insatiable little thing, which was another reason why they clicked so well together. “I’ll remember that, sweetheart.”

He slowly worked his finger, taking time to caress, flick and rub her clit and within moments, she was coming again.

She gripped his shoulder as she broke apart, panting and moaning until she shuddered and curled against him with a happy sigh.

He withdrew his finger slowly, enjoying how she jerked as he grazed her sensitized clit and then licked her juices away. She buried her face against his neck, embarrassed.

“I love the way you taste,” he said.

Emma lifted her head and smiled. “And I love you.”

“You forgive me for being reluctant to share the bad news?”

She nodded. “Is it really bad news? Or are you secretly relieved?”

Vince answered without hesitation. “I’m ready to close that chapter of my life. Malvagio is part of my past, not my future.”

“It means a lot to hear you say that. I hate feeling as if I’m being the prudish wife who is making you choose between your former life and your new one.”

“No one is making me choose. I made the choice willingly.”

Emma relaxed against him. “Thank you.”

He rested his chin lightly on the top of her head, loving the way she nestled against him.

She shifted slightly as if in discomfort and rubbed at her stomach.

“Everything okay?” he asked, concerned. Damn, he’d been too rough. He helped her off his lap. “Babe, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m sure it’s fine. Just a little twinge. Maybe we did overdo it a little.”

Emma tried to stand but cried out as she doubled over. “Vince…I don’t feel right,” she admitted with a gasp, her face blanching with pain. “I…I think I need to lie down.”

Fear struck his head and he scooped her up in his arms, not willing to take a chance. “You’re going to the hospital.”

“No,” she protested. “I’m sure it’s just a pinched nerve or something. It’s fine.”

But even as the words left her mouth she was panting, clutching at her stomach and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

He carried her to the car and bundled her into it, texted Nolan and Dillon and went straight to the hospital.

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-9-

She couldn’t be in labor. She had four more weeks to go. But as much as she wanted to believe Vince was overreacting, there was no mistaking the rhythmic band of pain squeezing her insides. “Call Lana,” Emma told Vince in a panic. She needed her sister with her. “Slow down, Vince! I don’t want to die on the way to the hospital!”

Vince ignored her sharp tone and seemed to drive even faster.

Thankfully, he was an above average driver and when he pulled up to the emergency room entrance, she was secretly relieved because the pain was intensifying with each passing moment.

She groaned as another wave hit her. “It feels like someone is scraping razors across my lower back,” she told Vince, tears stinging her eyes. “It’s too early, Vince. I’m not supposed to go into labor for another four weeks!”

“We’ll see what the doctor says, sweetheart,” he said, once again picking her up as if she weighed nothing when in fact, she could probably kaleidoscope his spine.

He strode into the bright hospital corridor, shouting orders and she wanted to die of embarrassment but she was also glad to have him on her side. When Vince wanted things done, they got done.

“We need a doctor! My wife’s in early labor!”

Nurses appeared with a wheelchair and Vince deposited her gently. The triage nurse took her vitals and then wheeled her over to an empty bed.

“How long have you been having contractions?” the nurse asked, handing Vince a paper gown for her to put on.

Emma frowned, unsure. “I don’t know…I mean my back has been killing me for days but, um, this pain,” she sucked in a tight breath, waiting out the agony “just started after we…um, had sex.”

“Hmmm, okay. We’ll get someone in here to check you out. In the meantime, try to relax and use your breathing.”

“She’s four weeks early,” Vince insisted. “I want my wife’s doctor right now. Page him, call him, send a smoke signal, whatever it takes but we need Dr. Albright now.”

“Honey, it’s okay,” Emma tried to reassure Vince but the pain was intense. She groaned and clutched her stomach. “Why do people tell women to breathe when they’re having contractions! It doesn’t fucking help!”

The nurse, apparently accustomed to panicked fathers, just nodded and disappeared.

Vince slipped his hand into Emma’s and held tight. Emma responded by nearly cracking his hand in two when the next contraction hit.

“Ahhh, honey, those are my bones you’re crushing,” he said, trying to loosen her grip but she was holding on for dear life.

“It hurts, Vince,” she cried, losing her ability to stay calm in rapid fashion. She knew labor would be painful but this was off the charts. “This is our penance for having sex!”

Vince wisely remained silent and just allowed her to squeeze his hand as she needed. Dr. Albright appeared a few moments later with a concerned smile.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. “You’re not due yet.”

“Dr. Albright…please make it stop. It’s too early,” she begged, afraid for her baby.

“Let’s take a look under the hood and see if we can make it stop,” he said, sliding on gloves and encouraging her to scoot down so he could examine her.

After a long minute, he rolled back on his stool and removed his gloves with a frown. “You’ve been in labor for some time. You’re five centimeters dilated. That’s nearly halfway there. I don’t think we can stop this. Have you been in pain?”

“My back,” Emma answered, panting. “It’s killing me.”

“Back labor in the beginning stages often feels like a dull ache. It’s easy to mistake it for the usual ache of carrying around the extra weight in the front,” he said frankly. “Well, it looks like your baby is anxious to meet you.”

Emma looked to Vince with tears in her eyes, then back to Dr. Albright. “What does that mean for the baby?”

“It means we’re going to give you a shot to help the baby’s lungs and then we’re going to do our very best to make sure your baby is healthy.

In the meantime, let’s get you into a room.” He clapped Vince on the shoulder. “Get ready…someone’s about to be a dad.”

Emma had never seen Vince pale so quickly. He turned to her, his gaze strong for her sake.

“Everything is going to be fine. This is the finest facility and our baby is going to get the best of care.”

“I know,” she said, holding his hand as she waited out another intense contraction. “I just want him or her to be okay.”

“Me too.”

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-10-

Within a few hours, everyone was at the hospital waiting for the news. Vince emerged from Emma’s room to give details but Lana bypassed him and went straight to Emma’s room, which was fine because Emma wanted her sister with her.

“Is she okay?” His sister-in-law Penny approached to ask, concerned. “What happened?”

Vince pushed his hand through his hair, so worried he couldn’t think straight. “Dr. Albright thinks she may have been in labor for the last few days but back labor is sometimes hard to recognize, particularly for first-time mothers.”

Penny nodded in sympathy. “That’s true. I had wicked back labor with Robert.”

Shannon, Nolan’s wife, nodded vigorously. “It’s the worst. I didn’t realize I was in labor with Aubrey until the pain got super intense and I thought I was going to die.”

Nolan, who hadn’t been around for Shannon’s pregnancy, kissed her knuckles. “I wish I’d been there for you,” he said solemnly. “But I promise I’ll definitely be there for the second one.”

Shannon shot him a look that said,
not now buddy
, and Nolan just grinned. If Vince knew his twin, Nolan would win that argument eventually.

“I feel so bad. It feels like my fault.”

Penny frowned. “Why? Babies come early all the time. We have to remember that we’re on their time schedule, not the other way around.”

He bent to whisper privately in Penny’s ear. “We had sex right before…and it was, uh, a little vigorous.”

Penny chuckled and patted him on the arm. “Well, don’t beat yourself up too much. Sounds like she was already in labor before you started knocking boots although I have heard that there’s something in sperm that does move things along.”

“What?” His spirits fell. “So it
was
my fault?”

“Calm down,” Penny said, openly laughing. “Four weeks isn’t terribly early. I mean, it’s early for sure, but it’s not like she’s only six months along. It’s going to be fine.”

Suddenly Lana came skidding around the corner, gesturing wildly. “C’mon! She’s at 10 centimeters and she’s starting to push! Get in there! She needs you!”

“Go! Go!” Everyone urged with happy smiles and Vince nearly tripped on his own feet in his haste.