Chapter 52
Chandler
“How do you think the meeting went?” asked Gabriella as she picked up the paperwork from the glass surface of the conference room table.
I was momentarily distracted by the way her blouse scooped down, giving a peek at her even fuller breasts.
It took actual effort to focus on work and not think about what I wanted to do to her when we got home.
She cleared her throat and straightened up, lifting a brow that said “Really?”
I shrugged sheepishly. “Sorry. You know I can’t help it.”
“Meeting. Focus. What did you think?” she said in a serious tone, though the small smirk on her face betrayed her professionalism.
“I think it went well,” I said with a firm nod, getting back to business mode. “The investor seemed enthusiastic about what we could do with his money. It’s like everything that went down with the SEC somehow made us stronger.”
Gabriella nodded, bringing the paperwork to her chest and clutching it there. “We did give the press one hell of a story,” she said, looking pleased. “It almost made Harold Enterprises more human. I think it’s always seemed like some big, bad beast, but what happened humbled us.”
“Humbled everyone,” I said, thinking back to when I thought I had lost everything. The job. The girl. The baby.
“Dad will be pleased,” she said as she strode for the door of the conference room.
“Where is he again?” I asked, following after her.
“Barbados, but he should be getting in any minute now. He and my mom needed a vacation.”
“The retired life,” I said enviously as we walked down the hallway to our offices.
“You don’t really want that,” laughed Gabriella as she peered up at me. “You live to work.”
“I live for other things, too,” I said suggestively, leaning in and nipping at her earlobe with my teeth.
“Hey now,” she said, giving me a playful shove. “Not in the office.” She looked around nervously.
“Why not? It’s not like we haven’t done it before.”
“That was before we were put in charge of the entire company.”
“Fine,” I said with a dramatic sigh.
“But that doesn’t have to stop us as soon as we walk through the door of the apartment…” she said, a smile pulling her lips to the side.
I felt my cock twitch in my pants and suddenly wanted it to be five o’clock on the dot. As resistant as Gabriella had been to get frisky in the office once more, that didn’t stop her from practically devouring me as soon as we got home from work. Her pregnancy hormones were working in my favor.
She turned toward her office, but not before brushing her ass against my growing erection, knowing full well what she was doing.
I let out a quiet groan as I watched her walk to her office across the way.
I backed into mine, not wanting the entire office to see my hard-on.
Today would be a very difficult day to get through.
When we got home, Gabriella delivered on her promise, not even waiting until we were in the apartment.
She had me pressed against the mirrored walls of the elevator as soon as they closed and began their ascent up to the penthouse.
Her mouth moved at the same slow rhythm of her hand as it enclosed around my cock, stroking it up and down through my pants.
I thought I might explode against the fabric right then and there, but I held it together.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, she pushed me against one of the large pillars of the entryway and hastily pulled my pants down to my ankles, followed by my briefs.
She lowered herself to her knees and gripped the back of my thighs before she looked up at me with a mischievous grin.
It was the best damn sight I had ever seen.
Her hazel eyes stayed on mine as she ran her tongue along the underside of the head of my cock, before taking the tip between her luscious lips and sucking.
“Fuuuck,” I whispered. I wanted to lean my head back, but didn’t want to break her intent gaze. She pulled her mouth away slightly, and circled the head with her tongue.
“Mmmm,” she said, licking her lips before forming her mouth in a perfect O and pushing it onto me.
Her mouth was wet and warm and she knew exactly how to use it.
She moved it up and down, easing herself further down, inch by inch until I hit the back of her throat.
She stayed there, running her tongue against the base before pulling her mouth off completely with a dull pop sound.
It wasn’t long until she was on me again, sucking harder as her head bobbed up and down.
I suddenly grew stiff, losing control of my body as I quickly reached for her head and tangled my fingers in her hair desperately.
I shuddered as I emptied into her mouth.
She closed her eyes as she swallowed every drop I poured into her, my entire body trembling with the release.
When I was finished, she pulled her mouth slowly from me and ran her thumb over her slick lips.
She stood up and grabbed the tie around my neck, the fabric slipping through her fingers as she sauntered toward the bedroom. I watched her perfect ass and her hips sway from side to side, still breathless from the pleasure she had just given me. She looked over her shoulder and said, “You coming?”
I thought I just had, but I was ready to go again.
I hurried after her, my pants still around my ankles, and she let out a throaty laugh, knowing she had me wrapped around her finger.
I would literally do anything for this woman and it wasn’t just because she had given me the best blow job of my life just minutes ago.
She was everything I never knew I needed in life.
I loved this woman. I planned on showing her that as soon as I got her into bed.
We spent the next hour exploring every inch of each other, as if we had never done it before.
That was the thing with Gabriella. Every time felt like the first time.
The electricity between us hummed in the air, through our bodies, through our touch.
It was so much that I sometimes wondered how we didn’t spontaneously combust.
As she was on her hands and knees in front of me, arching her hips up even further as I positioned myself to push into her, I couldn’t help but tell her what I was thinking as she looked over her shoulder with that perfect face.
“God, I love you,” I whispered throatily.
“I love you, too,” she said sweetly before her eyes darkened. “Now just fuck me already.”
I couldn’t help but laugh before I gave her exactly what she wanted.
The next day, tired from a long night of sex, we groggily left the office on our lunch break to head to the doctor for Gabriella’s twenty-week appointment.
“This is when I miss coffee the most,” she groaned as I helped her into my sports car and rounded toward the driver’s side.
“No one told you to go for round four…” I said, climbing into my seat and shooting her a playful smirk.
“I didn’t see you complaining,” she said, crossing her arms and raising a brow.
“Never.” I shook my head. “I would have gone for round five…”
“Who knows. Maybe tonight will be the night.” She grinned.
“Tempting, but we have dinner with your parents,” I reminded her.
She smacked her hand against her forehead. “Oh, my gosh. I almost forgot. This damn pregnancy brain.”
“I’ve got you. Don’t worry,” I reassured her.
She reached for my hand and gave it a thankful squeeze as I pulled out into city traffic.
Thirty minutes later, we pulled up to the doctor’s office.
My insides were buzzing knowing we were going to get another glimpse at the baby and hopefully find out if we were having a boy or a girl.
It was a big day. I could tell Gabriella was a little more awake with her own anticipation as we entered the waiting room.
We didn’t have to wait long until we were walked back to the same room where Gabriella settled in on the exam table with her blouse unbuttoned and her skirt pulled under her bump.
“Looks like you’re ready to see baby,” said the nurse with a soft laugh.
“How could you tell?” asked Gabriella with a grin as she placed her hand on her stomach lovingly. She was already the best mother, and I couldn’t help but lean in and give her a kiss on her forehead.
The nurse positioned the wand over Gabriella’s stomach and began moving it around until the image on the monitor showed our baby, which was no longer a blob, but more human-like with arms and legs.
I sucked in a quiet breath as I took it all in.
Gabriella reached for my hand and held it tightly as she stared at the screen.
“Would you like to know if you’re having a boy or a girl?”
We both nodded in unison. It felt like my heart was in my throat.
“It’s a girl!” said the nurse, turning toward us with a big smile on her face.
Gabriella let out a choked sob as her eyes stayed on the screen.
I could feel my eyes start to burn with tears.
It was a girl. We were having a girl. It was both my worst nightmare and my biggest dream come true all at once.
My worst nightmare only because I knew how much this little girl was going to have me wrapped around her finger, and how ferociously protective I was of her already.
Gabriella looked up at me, noting the tears in my eyes, reached up to cradle my cheek with her palm.
“Uh oh,” she said, tilting her head.
“What?” I asked with worry, looking from her to the nurse to the screen.
She patted my cheek, bringing my attention back to her. “I can already see how this is going to play out. You’re going to be the most overprotective, overbearing father to exist.”
I laughed with relief. She wasn’t wrong. Every fiber of my being was in love with my daughter. And her mother. I would stop at nothing to protect both of them. There was nothing more important than who was in this room with me right now.
We didn’t go back to the office after the doctor’s appointment.
We were too excited, too in love with the idea of us having a daughter.
The office could hold it down for the last half of the day.
We went to a baby boutique and picked out our daughter’s very first outfit with matching shoes.
It was a pink ruffly dress that came with a hairbow.
It was the girliest, frilliest thing we could find, and I loved it.
“I can’t believe it,” whispered Gabriella as we paid at the register, her eyes on all the pink as the cashier wrapped it up in glittery tissue paper.
“Me either,” I whispered back.
“Are you happy?” She looked at me hopefully.
“Baby, I’ve never been happier in my entire life.” I pulled her in for a long, tender kiss that probably made the cashier very uncomfortable as she waited for us to take the bag from her hands.
We took the dress and matching shoes to dinner with us that night to show her parents to announce that we were having a girl.
Her father practically sobbed, and her mother laughed lovingly with glee as she patted her husband on the back.
I couldn’t help but laugh and pull Gabriella in close as we soaked in the moment.
We were going to be parents to a little girl. I couldn’t wait.