Chapter 27 Zofia
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The last twenty-four hours had been the biggest emotional whirlwind of my life, but I didn’t think there was anywhere else I’d rather be than right here. We were still in his office, him holding me on his lap, one hand rubbing up my back, the other draped over my legs.
“I can’t believe you did all this for me,” I murmured against his chest. My ring was back on my finger—where it belonged, because I’d felt naked without it the last day. You don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone right?
Well, I knew one thing for sure—I never wanted to lose him.
“Of course,” Nic said, giving me one of his signature smirks as he ran his thumb over my rings, over and over. “You’re my wife. I’d do anything for you.” He nuzzled his face into my neck. The tone in his voice made my heart soften. It was quiet, reverent.
“Nic…”
“I really do mean it, Zofia. I love you. I’m in love with you. This might have started out as a contract, but there’s nothing fake about us, Gorgeous. There hasn’t been for a long time.”
My heart practically soared as I melted into him. I didn’t know how badly I’d needed to hear those words until I’d said them.
“I was so scared,” I admitted. “When I took that test, and it said positive… All the fears came rushing in. That you wouldn’t want this. That you’d decide you didn’t want me.”
“Fuck. Zo.” He pulled me into his arms, hugging me tight before pulling back to look me in the eye. “I could never not want you. Why would you think that?”
I gave a little shrug. There had been a million thoughts running through my head, and I hadn’t shared any of them. “I didn’t know if you’d want kids right now. You just took over as CEO. We got fake married, for goodness’ sakes.”
Plus, I was two years older than him. I might have been thirty, but he was only twenty-eight. There might have been a million things left he wanted to do before he had a kid.
He pushed the hair out of my face. “Zofia Larsen, even if our intentions were fake, that ring on your finger is real. Our marriage is real. I’m here for you, every step of the way.
It’s a surprise, yes, but the best one.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead, then my cheek.
“It’s you. It’s always been you. From the first time I met you in the elevator, I was intrigued by you.
Watching you from afar as you grew with the company, I admired you.
But when you became my assistant… I think that was when I started to fall in love with you. ”
My heart was pounding in my chest. I hadn’t expected him to be so excited about me being pregnant. To be so on board, immediately.
Nicolas just stared at me, eyes sweeping over my face, like he was pondering something.
“What?” I asked him, furrowing my brows. “Say something, please.”
He shook his head. “I told you I loved you.”
I nodded. “You did.” I wrapped my arms around his neck.
His hand was resting on my thigh. “You didn’t say it back,” he whispered. “And I hate to ask, but I need to know how you’re feeling, gorgeous.”
“Of course I love you, Nicolas,” I said, curling my fingers into his blond hair.
“Why do you think I was so terrified that you were going to end the relationship? I’d fallen in love with my husband, and all I knew was that we were supposed to be putting on an act, but it stopped feeling like we were just pretending a while ago.
And then the way you took care of me made my heart practically explode in my chest, because you were so tender and I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you. ”
His soft kiss on my lips made me melt into him.
“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and everything I told myself I couldn’t have.
I figured if I could have you by my side as my assistant, it would be enough.
But then I spent every day with you, and I knew how important you were to me.
When you told me about your lie to your mom, I took advantage, and I shouldn’t have.
” Nic shook his head. “I should have just told you how I felt without the stupid contract.”
I laughed, my palm cupping his cheek. “I never would have said yes, and you know it.”
He grumbled. “Maybe.”
“Where’s the contract now?” I asked, sitting up curiously.
Nic frowned. “Why?”
“Because it needs some amendments,” I told him.
“I have a better idea,” he said. “We rip it up, and then we make a new one.”
He cupped my chin, pulling my face to his, kissing me deeply.
My husband—for real this time. No contract, no obligations.
“I can get on board with that,” I told him, kissing him again. “We’re still letting my mom plan a traditional wedding, though, right?”
He grinned. “Absolutely. I loved seeing you in that white dress, but I can’t wait to see you in that saree. Whatever you want to do. Maybe we can have the ceremony on our anniversary, like a vow renewal? That day is important to us, and I want to celebrate our beginning.”
“Yeah, maybe.” I looked down at my stomach, knowing I’d be showing in a few months. “We’ll have to wait until after the baby, anyway.”
“Fuck.” His eyes were reverent as they swept over my midsection. “A baby, Zo.”
I let out a soft breath. “I know.”
“When do you want to tell people?”
I bit my lip. “It’s still really early. There’s always a chance that I could… lose it.” I winced, looked away. “I need to make a doctor’s appointment. Maybe after then? Just so we can confirm first.”
He brushed a piece of hair back behind my ear. “Whatever you want to do, Zo. I meant it when I said it’s your body. I’ll be here to support you every step of the way. To take care of you in any way I can. You’re the one carrying our baby, and I’m yours for whatever you need.”
I smiled. “Thank you. It seems so silly that I was ever worried now. About your inheritance—about all of it.”
He grinned. “I hope you know you’re stuck with me now.”
“Promise?”
“Every day for the rest of my life.” He stood up with me still in his arms, carrying me out of his office.
I buried my face in his chest. “Nic, set me down. People are going to talk.”
“So what?” His voice was low against my ear. “If I want to carry my pregnant wife out of the office so I can take her home and make love to her, that’s what I’m going to do.”
I blushed. “You’re too much.”
“Nah. For you, there’s no such thing.”
“You can put me down now,” I said as Nic carried me into the house, bridal carry over the threshold like we were newlyweds.
In a lot of ways, we sort of were.
My husband shook his head. “Nah. I enjoy carrying you.” He grinned, making his way to our bedroom. Ours, because it was.
He sat me down on the floor, eyes sweeping mine like he was making sure I was okay.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, appreciating how much taller than me he was as I stepped onto my tiptoes to kiss him.
When I was wearing heels, the different wasn’t as evident, but I liked how he made me feel tiny.
“I hated spending last night away from you,” I admitted. “But I needed the space to figure out my feelings.”
He gave me a sad smile. “I hated every moment of being apart. Sitting here, wondering if I was going to have to go back to being alone. All I wanted was you by my side. You in my bed.”
“Our bed,” I reminded him.
He brushed his nose over mine. “Our house isn’t complete without you in it.”
Nic’s hands crept up my shirt as we continued kissing, and we finally pulled apart only for him to pull it off me. He unclasped my bra, dragging it off, before his hands found my breasts.
I gave a small whimper as he flicked my nipples.
“They’re sensitive,” I told him as he brought his lips to my breast, sucking one into his mouth as his hand massaged the other side. I couldn’t hold back my voice as his tongue dragged over each stiff peak, making me moan.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he switched to the other. “That’s so hot.”
We quickly helped each other undress, our clothes ending up in a pile on the floor. As soon as we were both naked, Nic carried me onto the bed and sat me in the middle with my thighs spread wide for him.
He looked hungry, like he was ready to devour me.
“Let me make you feel good,” he murmured against my lips.
I nodded as he kissed down my body, each press of his lips against my skin making me wet with anticipation.
He rested between my thighs, hands gripping each of my legs to keep me spread, and then ran his tongue up my entrance.
Nicolas let out a groan, the vibration going straight to my clit, before driving his tongue inside me, like he couldn’t get enough of my taste.
“So sweet,” he muttered, circling my clit.
I gripped the sheets when he slid a finger inside me, feeling just how wet I was for him while he continued to give my clit the attention I so desperately wanted.
He suctioned his lips to it, sucking hard as he added another finger inside, pumping them inside of me.
“Right there,” I told him as his fingers rubbed against just the right spot. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t, fucking me with his fingers, bringing me closer to a climax with every stroke. “Soak my face,” he murmured, alternating between suction and lazy strokes of his tongue, my clit hyper-sensitive from his ministrations.
I shook my head. “I-I can’t.”
“You can,” he encouraged me, adding another finger and pressing them against my G-spot. “Let go for me.” Nic’s tongue fluttered against me, and I came, feeling my release rush out of me.
“Good girl.” Nic pulled away, licking his lips, before slipping his fingers into his mouth and licking them clean.
He crawled back over me, his hips resting between the junction of my thighs, his hard cock pressed against my stomach as he cupped my breasts before kissing me softly.
I could taste myself on him, and the kiss quickly became more intense, our actions filled with fervor.
Nic tugged on my lower lip with his teeth, tongue swirling over mine.
I moaned against his mouth as he repositioned his hips, allowing his cock to grind against me.
I’d never needed anyone the way I needed him, never wanted anyone the way I wanted him. Like he’d been made for me, the only man who could ever drive me wild like this. It was everything, and it still wasn’t enough. I needed him in me.
Wanted to feel all of him.
No holding back. Not anymore.
I wrapped my arms around his back, fingernails digging into his shoulders as he kept rocking his hips against me, each motion bringing his tip in contact with my clit.
“Nic,” I whined, dropping my head back against the pillows. “I need you inside me.”
He dropped his head onto my shoulder. “I’m trying to go slow because I don’t want to hurt you,” he told me. “But fuck, Zo, I need you so bad.”
I spread my thighs wider. “You have me. Now let me feel you. All of you.”
“No condom?” He rasped, his voice dragging over my skin, making my nipples pebble.
I shook my head, giving him a small smile. “You already got me pregnant.”
He groaned as his tip breached my entrance, sliding into my warmth. I was grateful for how wet I was when he slid in easily.
Nic made eye contact with me as he buried his hard cock inside me, never looking away.
“Good?” He murmured as his hands smoothed down my sides.
I nodded, tilting my hips to take more of him. I could feel every single inch, the stretch of taking all of him always incredible, but there was something even more intimate about having him inside me raw. No barriers. Just his warmth buried in me.
“Can’t believe I’m bare inside your sweet pussy right now, baby,” he said with a grunt as he began to thrust. “Feels so fucking good, I’m not going to last. Fuck.
” He pulled out to the tip before plunging inside again, and I gasped from the sudden pleasure.
Each snap of his hips drove him deeper inside, hitting my cervix with every stroke.
My hand stroked lightly over his spine. “It’s okay,” I told him. “Make love to me. Show your wife how you feel.”
His eyes were burning as they met mine, and I knew exactly what he was thinking.
“I love you,” he groaned as he pumped into me in a steady rhythm, my hips rising in time to meet his thrusts. Nic’s lips met mine again, kissing me roughly as his hips bucked against mine.
“I love you, too,” I murmured against his lips, wrapping my legs around his backside, keeping him pressed deeply inside me. My fingers tightened on his back, and I ran my nose up his neck, pressing soft kisses to the sensitive skin of his throat.
“Come inside me,” I whispered. “Fill me with your cum, husband.”
“Fuck. You want it, wife? You want my cum and my babies? Want me to bury it deep inside of you?”
I moaned as my second orgasm burst through me, this one feeling longer and more intense than before, somehow. “Yesss.”
“Can’t believe I put a baby in you without even trying.” Nicolas groaned again, fucking me through my climax, prolonging the pleasure. “I’m so close.”
“Please,” I begged.
He grunted, his cock growing even harder inside me, and I could feel the way his length pulsed as he spilled inside, warmth flooding my insides. Nicolas kissed me as he pumped every last drop into my womb.
His body pressed against mine when he finally relaxed, then rolled us onto our sides while keeping himself buried in me.
“That was perfect,” he said, his voice deep.
I hummed in response, burying my face against his chest.
It was everything I’d wanted. A husband who loved me. A baby on the way. My dream job.
All because of a contractual relationship that had gone so terribly right.
“No more condoms,” I said, wiggling myself to get him in deeper. He felt so good, and there was no going back.
He pulled out of me, and I let out an involuntary whine at the loss, already feeling his absence.
“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Nic murmured, sitting back on his heels as he watched his cum drip out of me.
I smirked, widening my legs to give him a better view. “Now we just need a repeat on your desk, but this time, you can fill me up and keep my panties.” Reaching down, I gathered his cum, pushing it back inside me. His eyes darkened as he watched me. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Zofia,” he groaned. “I’ve made a monster.”
“Maybe.” I winked.
“Speaking of… there was more to my surprise,” Nicolas admitted. “Tomorrow, I’ll show you your new office.”
“Office?” I asked, feeling surprised.
“Yeah. I wanted you to have your own place.” He gave me a devious look as his hands gripped around my ankles. “With a door and a lock.”
I fluttered my eyelashes. “Planning on doing naughty things to me, Mr. Larsen?”
Curling up at his side, I smiled when he wrapped an arm around me.
“Always, Mrs. Larsen.”
I wasn’t sure I’d ever loved two words more.