Chapter 34
Chester
Iopened the sliding door to the wood-paneled balcony.
The sea breeze flowed in and caught on the sheer, white curtains.
I breathed it in, drops of saltwater spritzing my face as the waves rolled underneath.
The sun’s rays gently beat down against my skin as I stretched my arms over my head, looking out at the water.
I stepped out onto the balcony and gripped the railing, seeing nothing but sea on the horizon.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had taken a vacation.
A real vacation. Not one that was a business trip, but was actually unplugged from emails and phone calls and virtual meetings.
It had only just started, and I was already relaxed.
I heard the rustling of the bed sheets behind me and a tired “mmmm.” I turned to see Juliet looking at me with a sleepy smile as she nestled her head into the fluffy pillow, her blonde hair spilling around her in loose waves.
“That feels nice,” she said, looking up at me.
“You feel okay?” I asked with a yawn, leaning against the sliding door, the ocean at my back.
“Mhmm. Never better.”
When I suggested taking a cruise to the Bahamas for our babymoon, I hadn’t taken in consideration how seasickness might come into play for someone who was six months pregnant.
We were two days in, all at sea, and it hadn’t been an issue so far.
Still, I had stocked up on sea bands and meds that were approved by Juliet’s doctor. Just in case.
We had spent the past two days up on the deck, sunbathing and sipping on pina coladas.
Virgin for Juliet, of course. She proudly showed off her growing bump by wearing bikinis, slathering sunscreen over her firm belly and using it as a makeshift table for her book.
We were both reading books for parents-to-be.
Hers was geared toward mothers, and mine was geared toward fathers, with a silly pun for a title.
Will had bought it for me shortly after I told him about Juliet being pregnant.
If we weren’t up in the sunlight or taking a dip in the large pool, we were in our suite, tangled in the sheets of our king-sized bed.
I couldn’t keep my hands off of Juliet. The glow she carried with her wherever she went made her even more striking than usual.
The pregnancy radiated from her. Plus, her already ample breasts had doubled in size and it was a struggle to keep my hands off them.
Thankfully, her pregnancy hormones were working in my favor.
Which was why I gave her a sly grin as she looked at me from the bed, wearing a floral, gauzy nightgown that hugged her body snuggly.
She bit her lip and leaned back on the bed, her bump lifting toward the small chandelier on the ceiling.
I strode toward her, the sea breeze blowing against my bare back, and climbed onto the bed.
I hovered over her carefully, my torso grazing against her stomach.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, reaching my hand to clasp her face as I looked down at her.
She really was, with her light blue eyes and rosy lips, the small mole just above her top lip that always drew my eye directly to her mouth.
I leaned in to kiss her softly. Her lips tasted like vanilla and sea salt, and I eagerly ran my tongue across them to savor it.
“Mmm,” she said against my mouth, the dull vibration running through me until it settled in my groin.
I readjusted my body so I was lying next to her, our mouths still pressed together in a kiss.
With her. Lips still on mine, she twisted her body so her back was facing me.
She pressed her ass into me, my cock responding immediately with growing hardness.
She pulled away from our kiss, and smiled up at me slyly before reaching down and grabbing the hem of her nightgown.
She slid the delicate fabric up over her hips.
My eyes wandered down to see she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
I let out a low groan as my hands roved up the front of her body, feeling her growing curves, and settling on her breasts that now spilled out of my hands.
I kneaded them through the thin fabric as I pressed my lips against her neck.
She pulled her long blonde hair away from her skin to give me better access to her soft skin.
I ran my tongue up the nape of her neck, pushing my hips forward slightly, my erection pressing into her.
I slipped the straps of her nightgown down the smooth skin of her shoulders, until they hung loosely off her arms. I tugged the fabric down, releasing her breasts from the fabric so they sprung up into my hands.
“I didn’t think these could get any better,” I whispered against her ear as my thumb and forefinger found her nipple, kneading it gently.
She let out a little gasp, arching her back to give my hands more, her ass pressing further into me.
If I wasn’t still wearing pajama pants, I would easily slip inside her.
As if knowing this, she reached behind her and slid her fingers under the waistband of my plaid pants.
She pulled the fabric down until my cock sprung free and was now skin to skin with her.
She lifted her leg up and back, draping it over my thigh.
The tip of my cock slid toward her opening, met with her slick wetness.
I slipped into her with ease, slowly pushing my way into the deepest parts of her.
She moaned with pleasure as she reached her arm behind her and gripped my neck with her palm.
With my hands still on her voluminous breasts, I moved my hips to match her movements as she rocked backward in a slow, steady rhythm.
Every fold, every ridge of her slid up and down my cock, each sensation causing me to throb in her tight walls.
I reached for her face, turning it upward toward me so I could put my mouth against hers.
As our tongues explored each other, she let out little whimpers, the sounds shooting straight to my cock.
I wouldn’t last long.
I could feel it building from my toes, up my legs, with each slow thrust.
The way her hand clenched my neck and her erratic movements, I had a feeling she wouldn’t either.
I began thrusting into her quicker, harder, hearing her gasps with each slap of our skin.
She broke free from our kiss and let out a small scream, her fingers digging into the back of my neck. Her breasts bounced with each thrust.
“Chester,” she groaned, adjusting her hips to allow me to go deeper.
“Fuck,” I growled, thrusting further into her until the rising tension in my body split me open as her walls throbbed around my cock.
She let out a long throaty moan as I exploded into her, releasing everything I had deep inside her.
Her hand released my neck and reached for the pillow, gripping it so tight her knuckles turned white, as she trembled around me.
I kissed her neck softly, feeling every last drop of me get swallowed by her throbbing, wet pussy.
We lay like that for a while, spooning, my cock still inside her.
I thought she might have fallen asleep with how steady the rise and fall of her chest was.
But then she let out that satisfied “mmm” I loved so much before turning to face me.
Her eyes matched the ocean outside, deep and blue as they looked up at me.
“How did we end up here?” she whispered thoughtfully.
“What do you mean?” I asked, propping myself up on my elbow as I leaned my head on my hand.
“Making love on a cruise ship in the middle of the Atlantic.”
“Funny how life works, huh?”
She furrowed her brow slightly, deep in thought.
“What is it?” I asked, stroking her cheek with my finger softly.
“It’s just crazy, that’s all. After everything we’ve been through…”
I nodded in agreement, thinking about the last several months. Everything that had happened since we met.
“I still can’t believe that picture didn’t destroy me,” I said.
“How could it?” She shrugged. “You were making love to your girlfriend. Lost in the throes of passion. It could have happened to anyone.”
I chuckled. “True.”
“I’m surprised how little I care that I was, once again, naked on the internet.”
“With a body like that, why would you?” I purred, my eyes roving over her near naked body, her nightgown bunched up over her bump.
She shook her head at me, giving me a playful nudge to the chest.
“What? I love it.” I shrugged.
It had been some sort of miracle that the tabloids hadn’t destroyed me or my reputation after the photo was leaked.
It hadn’t been confirmed whether it was Mia or someone else who had gotten their hands on it, that leaked it to the press.
The tabloids had come out the next day, Juliet and I plastered on almost every front page with shocking headlines.
Office Affair Gone Full Frontal.
CEO Caught In The Act.
Brandfield Takes His Sex Life To New Heights.
I had met with Will that next morning to talk everything through, starting with Juliet’s pregnancy.
He had been so ecstatic, he cried. I had never seen him cry in the twenty plus years I had known him.
Knowing that we had a baby on the way, he was more determined than ever to fix the mess I had found myself in, and he had been reluctantly dragged into as my silent partner.
We worked with my publicist to come out with a statement regarding the photo and the extent of my relationship with Juliet.
It was a gushy statement that the public ate up, and completely true.
I had fallen for the woman of my dreams, and got lost in the passion of a workplace romance.
I never stated that I had regretted it because I didn’t.
We had a baby on the way, and it had made it all worth it.
The public loved a good happy ending.
The board members took a little more convincing, but at the end of it all, they agreed to let me stay in charge of the company I had spent years building.
I got to continue building my empire. Living my dream.
Will was relieved that he didn’t have to step in.
His music career was just starting to take off, and this would hinder his chances of making it big.
Thinking about it, it really was crazy how Juliet and I made it through all of that and were now sailing to a chain of islands to celebrate her pregnancy. Our family.
“I love you,” I said, stroking her cheek.
“I love you too, baby.” She leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
“And with Mia behind bars, we have one less thing to worry about,” I said.
“Serves her right,” muttered Juliet.
“I still can’t believe you decked her.” I chuckled.
“She was threatening the man I love. Threatening me. She deserved it.” Juliet shrugged, a smile creeping across her lips.
She did deserve it. She also deserved the prison sentence she was served.
Though it was never proved that she leaked the photo, I had enough evidence from the phone recording of her conversation to put her behind bars for conspiracy and extortion.
She had tried counter-suing, but with my high-power attorneys, it wasn’t going anywhere.
“Are you happy?” I whispered, leaning my forehead against Juliet’s.
“Of course, I’m happy,” she whispered back. “I’m with you.”
“But is it enough?” I asked.
“Chester. I’ve always wanted to be a mom. Being an accountant wasn’t my dream. It was a bridge to get me by. I was good at it. Even better as a personal assistant…” She winked. “But it wasn’t my passion.”
“I see how much you love your job, and I would have been devastated if you lost it. You’re living your dream. It’s one of the things I love about you. Your determination and work ethic. It’s sexy.” She smiled up at me.
“Honestly, I don’t even know how I got the accounting job. If I hadn’t, I probably would still be working at the small non-profit or waiting tables. I also wouldn’t have met you…” she continued.
“Well, did you ever want to be a wife?” I asked, my nerves making my voice shake slightly.
Her eyes grew wide as she pulled her head away from mine, studying my face. “Of course,” she whispered, her eyes glossing over.
I smiled and rolled to the other side of the bed, opening the drawer of the nightstand.
I pulled out the small, velvet black box I had hidden away when we first arrived.
I sat up on the bed, and pulled Juliet to sit beside me.
I opened the box to reveal a solitaire oval diamond ring, glimmering in the morning light.
Juliet sucked in a breath as she flew her hands to her mouth, looking from the ring to me, back to the ring, to me.
“Chester,” she said in a whisper of shock.
“Juliet, since the day I met you, I knew there was something about you that was special. I didn’t know how to stay away. I didn’t want to. I don’t ever want to be without you. I love you for the woman you are and for the family we are about to have. Will you marry me?”
She searched my eyes, two single tears streaming down her cheeks, before she flung herself at me.
“Yes!” she exclaimed as we fell into a heap into the sheets.