causing a glass of water to spill followed by, “I’m coming… I’m fucking coming.”
With warning, I suck harder, enjoying the taste of him filling my mouth. As his body slows down, I slow my movements, licking the tip of his cock clean.
“Jesus, you know how to give head,” he utters, breathless.
“Well, it helps that you have the most perfect and deliciously inviting cock in the universe.”
He zips his pants and buckles his belt making himself presentable again.
“Come here,” he commands.
I sit on his lap, placing my arms around his neck before running my nose against his skin. He smells so damn good I catch myself closing my eyes and inhaling his scent.
“Did you just sniff me?”
“Uh… umm, yep.”
“I don’t want to be away from you for the next ten hours.” His voice remains still, but I can see he’s struggling.
“I love you. Nothing will change in the next ten hours, especially that. We need to get back to the real world.”
Stroking his face, I lean in and plant a soft kiss on his lips.
“I want to see the baby.”
I pull away, slightly confused by his request. “Sorry, sweets, but you kinda got to wait until it comes shooting out of my vagina.”
His expression tightens like he’s trying to find the right words. “I mean, I want to see the baby… you know, in an ultrasound. I want to hear the heart beating.”
I continue to gaze at him, trying to figure out what he wants, what exactly is bothering him. “What’s wrong?”
“I need to know this is real, that this isn’t a dream. I want to hear our baby’s heartbeat. I need to confirm with my own ears that it’s beating strong.”
Bowing his head, it takes a moment to click. He’s scared that first of all, this is the only reason we are together, and second, if anything happens to this baby, that I wouldn’t want him.
“Lex… look at me.”
He lifts his head, looking like a little lost boy, afraid and unsure. “I love you, Alexander Matthew Edwards. Whether it’s with or without this baby, we still would have found a way to be together. No matter what happens, I’m here. Remember, obsessed together forever? I want to hear the baby’s heartbeat, too. I will book it. Now promise me you’ll try to be productive today.”
“How can your simple words calm me?”
“Because that’s what we do, calm each other during a storm or mini-meltdown.”
“I love you, Charlotte.”
“I love you, Lex. Now, please get to work because I need that coffee. It’s been torturing me all morning.”
With a smile, I hop off his lap as he places his laptop in his bag. He kisses me goodbye, promising to call me throughout the day. I pour myself a coffee, and with much delight, take a sip. In an instant reaction, I spit it back out.
“Oh, by the way, it’s decaf,” he yells before closing the door. “Sorry, no regular for you.”
“That witch! She got to you, didn’t she?”
“She got to everyone.” He laughs as he walks out and leaves the apartment.
***
There’s something comforting yet odd about sitting at my desk. This has been my home away from home, but today it feels slightly off. It’s because I miss him, and it is only eight forty-five. Ten hours is a long time.
I make my way to the boardroom for our weekly Monday meeting. I’m not surprised when Eric drags me into the most random conversation with Emma, but I have to admit it makes me laugh and takes my mind off this separation anxiety consuming me.
After the meeting finishes, I look up the number and book in the ultrasound. Sitting back at my desk, I open my text messages, not surprised one bit there’s already one sitting in there from Lex.
Lex: So, I’m sitting here listening to why we need to sell our shares in another division, but all I can think about is your morning breakfast feast this morning. This is driving me crazy.
Me: Hmm, by morning breakfast feast, I’m assuming you’re referring to my protein shot? Yes, it has crossed my mind, too… Okay, maybe like a million times. Do you realize it’s only 10 am???
Lex: Yes, I do realize that. Time has never dragged so slow. Was the stock market always this boring?
BTW… your glasses will be the death of me
Me: I think you need to get your mind out of the gutter and back into the boardroom, Mr. Edwards. A productive CEO always sets positive examples for his staff. By