Filthy Rich Revenge: A Filthy Rich Billionaires Book - Lynn Raye Harris Page 0,82

of them could achieve alone. He’d attacked that idea like the tycoon he was, and then he’d hired her as a consultant. He’d even torn up the pre-nuptial agreement, though she’d told him it wasn’t necessary. He’d insisted it was.

Alejandro looked up from his desk as the elevator opened. The smile on his face always made her heart thump. It was a smile just for her. “I thought you were working from home today, mi amor.”

She stepped out of the elevator and it closed behind her. “I have already completed the projections for your next big project. Besides, I wanted to see you.”

One eyebrow lifted. “Dare I hope why?”

“You may hope.”

He came around the desk and pulled her gently into his embrace. “I can hardly get my arms around you.”

Rebecca made a sound of mock outrage. “Alejandro, no woman likes to be called fat. Shame on you.”

He laughed. “You aren’t fat, mi amor. You are radiant.”

She lost herself in his kiss. A second later, he seated her in a cushy chair. He put his hands on either side of her chair, tilting her back. “So tell me,” he said, his lips ghosting over hers, down her neck, back up again. “What did the doctor say?”

“Veronica is perfectly healthy. I too am healthy as a horse. And just about as big.” Rebecca frowned. How the man still found her attractive, she would never know.

“Yes, but can we still make love so close to the due date?”

“You really want to?”

He took her hand, pressed it to his groin. “What do you think?”

Rebecca sucked in a breath. Oh my… “I think you need glasses.”

“I think I adore you. I need you, mi amor.”

“It would be cruel of me to deny you.”

“Oh, indeed.”

“Lock the door.”

“Consider it done.”

When he returned, he pulled her with him to the leather sofa and took her in his arms again. He gazed into her face with a look so serious it took her breath away. “You have made my life more wonderful than I ever thought possible. I am truly blessed.”

“We are truly blessed,” she said. “You, me, and Veronica. I can’t wait to meet her.”

“Neither can I.”

She put her hand on his heart. “Are you afraid, Alejandro?”

He picked her hand up and kissed it. “A little bit. But I understand this is normal. I’ve been talking to Phillipe. He tells me he’s terrified every time Valencia delivers. And he says he never stops worrying about his children, but it’s the usual kind of worry a father has. The terror doesn’t last.”

Rebecca smiled softly. She loved Valencia and Phillipe. They were such good friends, and they saw each other often though these days it was Valencia and Phillipe who traveled to Spain rather than Rebecca and Alejandro traveling to France. Once Veronica was born, they would travel again.

“I think we’ve gotten side-tracked,” she said, wriggling her hips. “I seem to remember a different goal when you locked the door.”

He sucked in a breath. “I am not side-tracked.”

“Then kiss me, Alejandro.”

He grinned. “Do you need me, Rebecca?”

“Very much.” It was crazy but she craved sex with him right now. Had done for weeks. Valencia had told her that her hormones would make her horny, but she hadn’t believed it at first.

He dropped his mouth to hers and she sighed with pleasure. He made love to her sweetly, tenderly, until she shattered in his arms. When it was over and they lay together on the fluffy couch, tangled in each other, Rebecca fell asleep. She didn’t remember doing it, but when she woke there was a blanket on top of her and Alejandro’s voice came from his desk, soft and low.

She lay and listened to the cadences of his Spanish, picking up so much more than she had months ago. She wasn’t fluent, but she was working on it. He set the phone down and looked over at her.

“Ah, you are awake.”

“Yes. How long did I sleep?”

“An hour or so.”

“You should have wakened me.”

“You need your rest, mi amor.”

“Was that the prince you were talking to?”

Alejandro came around the desk to lean on it and watch her pull her clothes back into place. “Sí, it was Nico.”

“How is he coping with the death of his brother?”

“As well as he can, I believe. Nico doesn’t say much about it.”

It was a deep sadness for the nation of Montebianco that their crown prince, Gaetano Cavelli, had recently died. Nico was now the crown prince and the sole heir to the throne. She’d met