"when did you find out?" He asked gruffly. Pregnancy? What the freaking hell was unfolding before him?
"Yesterday" she said simply.
Everything had gone awry. He planned to have revenge sex with Allie for breaking his heart, seven years ago but it had backfired. She was now pregnant with his child. His heir.
He had to do something about it. He couldn't ask if the child belonged to another because he was sure that he took her virginity that time he fucked her in the office.
"Marry me, Allie" he said
As crazy as it sounded, that was the only option. He came from a reputable family and he couldn't afford to have any baby scandals out in the open. His parents also pressurised him to remarry so marrying Allie wouldn't be such a bad idea.
She scoffed "Have you lost it? Marriage? To a jerk like you? In your dreams"
"Jerk?" He asked, astounded. "mind how you insult me Allie, I'm your ---"
"You're not my fucking boss anymore so I can lash out at you whenever I want" she yelled
"Allie --"
"Revenge sex, you said?" She continued lashing out. "you want more revenge sex from me? Then I'll be your mistress not your wife, right?"
"Allie, that's not --"
"No, Luke, you'll let me speak" she yelled further. "I can't believe I thought --" she broke off. "A mawkish part of me thought you'd actually like me. I was foolish enough to think that you wanted me. I..." She trailed off as her voice broke
"I'm not marrying you, Luke. Never!" She spat at him
"Why? Because you hate the fact that I'm the only man that can make you cum the way you do?" He questioned her, impenitent.
She flushed scarlet at his words. Although hated to admit, he was right. But that wasn't the reason she didn't want to marry him.
Her blazing gaze met his.
"That's not why I don't want to marry you. Stop making up nonsense" she said
In a flash, he cupped her face
"Whatever reason you have, discard them" he said with as he arrogantly cocked his head. "Marry me. Even if you don't want to do it for our child, at least do it because of the explosive sexual chemistry we have"
"What sexual chemi---"
She was about to protest but he covered her mouth with his in a kiss that left her in no doubt
His hands stroked down the length of her bare arms. Her skin was as soft as the finest quality silk. His nostrils flared to take in more of her flowery scent and he raised one of her hands to his mouth, planting a kiss on each of her fingertips in turn.
He longed to see every nuance of her expression, but he had to be content with reading her with his other senses: hearing the soft gasp of her breath as he brought her closer to his aroused body, feeling the way she moved against him, signalling her growing need, smelling the sweet musk of her arousal. Then there was the thunder of her pulse when he pressed his lips to her neck. Her sounds of encouragement...the breathless sighs and whimpers of female desire that made him want her all the more.
He placed his hands on her hips, holding her against the pounding ache of his cock, relishing the feminine contours of her body, delighting in the fiery chemistry that flared between them.
Luke kissed her slowly, deeply, drinking in the milk-and-honey taste of her as if it was a drug he had never known he wanted until now. He couldn't get enough of her softness, the sweet suppleness of her lips, the shy playfulness of her tongue as it tangled with his.
He kept his mouth on hers as he helped her out of her dress, the fabric falling from her like a sloughed skin. His hands caressed the small but perfect globes of her breasts, and he lowered his head to take each tight nipple into his mouth, subjecting it to warm, moist caresses that made her whimper in pleasure.
"I love the taste of your skin," Luke said, trailing his lips over the upper curve of her breast. She shivered under his touch, and his body hardened even further.
"I want to taste yours."
Allie said as she tugged his shirt out of his chinos and then set to work on undoing the buttons. He shrugged it off himself, impatient to have her soft little hands on his naked skin. She smoothed her hands over his pectoral muscles then, stepping on tiptoe, placed her mouth to his neck in a softly nibbling little bite that sent an arrow of lust to his groin.
"You're killing me..." He sucked in much-needed air, his body so hot, so tight, so full of thundering blood that it was part pain, part pleasure.
Anchoring her to his hips, he braced her back against the tree, pushing against the aching throb pulsing at the apex of her thighs until she could feel the long, hard shape of his erection.
He thrust his dick into her and she moaned at the back of her throat, gripped by that mindless wanting that overcame her when he touched her.
Luke lifted his dark head and looked down at her in wondering appreciation and then, with a ragged, breathless laugh, he tasted her mouth again even more passionately, the expert plunge of his tongue sending paroxysms of wanton excitement travelling through her.
Only moments later, wild heart pulsing, she was in the midst of a climax and Luke was hoisting her up against him and bringing her down on him with precision. That sudden thrust lit her up like a firework display inside, excitement leaping and bubbling through her trembling body like a dangerously addictive drug. She didn't know what she was doing, even what she was saying, only that she was sobbing something and she was clutching at his hair and his shoulders as another electrifying orgasm tore through her, making her convulse and shake, every skin cell rejoicing as she heard his groan of completion follow her own.
After a mind shattering orgasm, Luke said
"Marry me and you'll enjoy this day and night"
With that, she pushed him away from her and began to wear her clothes.
"No, thanks" she said, adamantly as she flushed. "We'll work out this pregnancy shit without having to get married"
As she made to leave, Luke said
"Three hundred thousand dollars a month"