His personal assistant, p.14
His Personal Assistant, page 14
"Carter, please!" He was driving me crazy.
"Be patient beautiful." He smirked, and I knew he was teasing me on purpose.
The jerk. Teasing a pregnant woman was never a good idea.
"No, I have to be in a meeting with Logan and the Japanese investors in twenty minutes. So fuck me now, or I'm leaving." I narrowed my eyes to let him know I meant business.
Of course the mention of my meeting with Logan and other investors had his nostrils flaring and his jaw clenching in agitation. Exactly what I wanted.
"Who the fuck set up this meeting without consulting me?" His words were nothing more than growl.
"Logan did. You know since he's the chief of operations—" He gave me a sharp thrust that stole my breath.
"Don't get sassy with me, wife, you know I don't like you being in a room surrounded by other men. Why the fuck wasn't I told about this?"
"Hmm...maybe because when you sat in on our the meeting with the investors from Australia you nearly bit someone's head off because you thought one of them was staring at my chest."
I rolled my eyes, even though I secretly loved it when he went all caveman over me. Although, I did have to bend over backwards — figuratively speaking — to get back in the Australians' good graces but it was worth it to see Carter get all worked up over me.
And speaking of which.
"Carter, hurry up, I want to be fucked before this meeting."
I squeezed my inner muscles, trying to entice him into giving me what I wanted.
“I don't want you surrounded by a bunch of men without me there."
I rolled my eyes again in exasperation. "Please, you have nothing to worry about. Those men know I'm your wife, and Logan is going to be there, too. Besides it not like they're going to be lusting after me with this big belly, I'm huge."
He reached one hand up to grip my ponytail and jerked my head back roughly, it made me gush out more liquid heat. Finally my possessive caveman was coming out to play.
"Those men don't give a fuck that you're my wife. They see this round belly and know that you spread your legs for me every night, and they want to be the ones in my place."
Suddenly he pulled out of me and then slammed back in just as quickly.
"But this tight pregnant pussy belongs to me. Every fucking inch of you is my property."
God he was going to make me cum just from his words, which were accompanied by hard deep thrusts into my core. He pulled my hair harder making me whimper.
“I’ll let you go to this meeting, but you’re going to do it with my cum coating your pussy and my scent all over your body. Lay on your back.”
He released my hair and helped me lay down on my back on his desk. He ran his hands once more over my big belly before moving them down to my spread thighs, opening me up wider.
“Hold on to the desk beautiful.”
I bit my lip and reached down to hold the edge of the desk. I locked eyes with Carter, feeling him pull out of me before thrusting back in hard. His rough movements pulled a moan from me, and had my back arching off the desk on it’s own accord. One of his hands left my thighs to hold my belly.
“Fuck, baby, be careful.”
“It’s okay, Carter, don’t stop. Oh God, yes, don’t stop daddy.” I called his name as he plowed into me, holding my belly in one hand and my thighs open with the other.
“You’re so damn tight beautiful, feels so fucking good.”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
His fingers moved to my clit and rubbed in firm circles.
“Daddy!” I cried out as his fingers worked me over until I fell off the edge in climax.
My insides spasmed with my orgasm and I felt Carter thrust into me a few more times before erupting inside me with a harsh groan. But before he finished releasing every last drop, he pulled out of me and spurted his last ropes of cum onto my pussy and inner thighs. I was too weak to sit up and watch him but I felt the warmth of his seed in me and on me. Keeping his promise that he was going to cover me in him before I went to the meeting.
I stared up at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath from my orgasm. Carter was busy spending quality time with my belly, rubbing his hands all over the hard mound and peppering it with kisses. I smiled as I felt the baby kick within me; responding to his daddy's touch. I was content to lie there for a few minutes and let Carter love on the baby, but the wooden desk was quickly becoming uncomfortable to lay on being that I was seven months pregnant. And I also needed to get ready for the meeting with the potential investors.
"Mmm, alright husband help me up. I need to get to get ready." He made no attempt to leave my belly as I tried to sit up. "Carter, hurry, I don't want to be late."
He murmured something unintelligible against my stomach but I knew what he was saying. "Charlotte can't attend the meeting in my place — the investors specifically requested to meet with Logan and I. Besides she's in my office watching CJ."
Carter grunted in annoyance but pulled back before helping me sit up on the desk. I watched as he tucked his cock back into his pants and fixed his own clothes before reaching for me again and helping me slide off the desk. He lowered my dress back into place just below my knees and adjusted my sweater before bending down to help me put on my shoes.
I hadn't been able to see my feet since my second trimester ended and it seemed like I needed my husband's help for even the simplest of tasks these days. It was the same way with our firstborn, Carter Junior or CJ, he was such a big baby that Carter made me work from home in bed for the last two months of my pregnancy. And now here I was eighteen months later, big as a whale again and needing my husband to re-dress me after a quickie in his office. Not that he minded at all since he loved to knock me up, and any excuse to turn into an over-protective caveman over me.
Once my shoes were in place, he stood before me with a disgruntled look on his face. He was still upset about the meeting. I smiled up at him and lifted on my toes to drop a kiss on his jaw.
"Don't get yourself all worked up daddy, the meeting will be over before you know it." He hugged his arms around me and leaned down to nuzzle my neck. "You know I fucking hate it when you have other men around you. Why can't Charlotte handle it?"
I shook my head at him, we went through this every time. Charlotte was my assistant who'd been with me since Carter gave me three months to put a wedding together. We got along instantly, and in fact, she was the only reason I’d been able to pull the wedding off without having to neglect my work.
"I just told you. Charlotte is in my office getting some work done and watching our son, who's currently taking a nap."
He grunted.
He was still getting used to Charlotte watching over CJ by herself. I was constantly having to remind him that she was trustworthy, and it made me less anxious to attend meetings knowing our son was only a few rooms away and not in the daycare downstairs out of my reach.
"He's fine, daddy, why don't you catch up on some work."
He shrugged. "I don't have shit to do, since all of our clients prefer to deal with you over me—"
"That's because I'm the nice one," I interrupted.
He nipped my jaw before continuing, "And I delegated a bunch of shit to Logan so that I can have more time to spend with you and our son."
He pulled back from my neck and locked eyes with mine. That glint in his told me he was up to no good.
"Carter."
"Maybe I'll just head over to your office and check on him while you're in the meeting."
"Ohhh no. You are not waking up our sleeping son in the middle of his nap and making him cranky for the rest of the day. Absolutely not."
He shrugged. "Fine. Then I'll just sit in on the meeting with you and Logan instead."
I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes at him. "Is that really necessary?"
He smirked. "It's that or I go relieve Charlotte of her babysitting duties."
I rolled my eyes but threw my arms up in defeat. My husband could be so impossible sometimes. "Alright you can sit in on the meeting, but you have to promise not to say a word. I don't want you going all crazy and potentially costing us this deal like last time, okay?"
He shrugged like it was no big deal he'd almost lost his own company a lucrative investment deal with the Australians last year.
"No fucker is going to stare at my wife's tits, investor or otherwise."
I huffed. "Promise, Carter. Not a word."
He leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. "I promise to sit quietly and let you run the show."
I smiled. "Thank you, daddy."
I left the comfort of his arms and headed for the door, so that I could stop by my office to collect some paperwork before the meeting.
"But if I see one of those fuckers eye fucking you, I'm going to lose my shit."
I turned to shoot him a glare before continuing through the door before he could see how much his words secretly thrilled me. Even with me being the size of a whale, my husband's inner caveman was never far away.
And I loved him for it.
EPILOGUE
Carter
I looked over at my two youngest who were playing somewhat quietly with their building blocks in the middle of the floor. It looked like they were using them to build a series of mazes all over the floor, but knowing their diabolical little minds they were plotting some shit that would destroy my office if I turned my back for a second.
You'd think the brains of a three year old and an eighteen-month old would lack creativity, but not my kids. They came out my wife's womb ready to destroy shit. And right now, they were providing me with a much needed distraction from worrying about how Winnie's doctor's appointment was going.
I usually went to every appointment with her, but Parker and Evan had both been feeling sick this morning so we decided to bring them to the office with us since Winnie's doctor was in the same building — just a few floors down. Somehow she convinced me that she’d be fine going alone — something she’d gotten good at doing since we got married — I didn’t even remember agreeing to shit until the little ones were using my couch as a damn jungle gym and she was waltzing her pregnant ass out of the office.
This was her fifth pregnancy so we were experts on how everything worked, but for some reason this one felt a little different. My wife was in the middle of her second trimester but already she was showing as if she was in her third. We’d both assumed that the baby was just on the bigger side, like CJ was when he was born, but she told me she’d ask the doctor to double check that everything was okay. I’d been hoping to be there myself to hear what the doctor had to say, but I’d just have to wait to find out. I hated that shit.
Her pregnancies with each of the boys had been smooth, with the exception of her morning sickness during the first trimesters, and I didn’t want that to change with this child. A loud crash pulled me from my thoughts and I looked at the floor to see that my kids were no longer in the same spot, and the door to my office was opened.
Fuck me. How’d they even know to unlock it?
I bolted from my desk and out to the hallway where I saw Logan racing toy trucks with my boys down the fucking hallway. Fuck that was close. I was suddenly missing the days when they couldn’t walk and stayed exactly where I put them. Nowadays, my kids got into everything. Like their mother’s filing cabinet in her office when I was supposed to be watching them but got distracted when I had to curse out an idiot on the phone and was trying to avoid their little ears overhearing their daddy’s bad words. They’d turned some important files into drool-covered napkins covered in markers. Don’t fucking ask where they found some damn markers.
Their mother happened to walk in at the exact same moment that I found the little devils destroying her shit and nearly took a swing at my ass. Of course it wasn’t the kids’ fault at all, just mine. And damn if I didn’t have to pound her pussy good to get out of the doghouse for that one. And the funny part was, the shit that got destroyed was for my company and I wasn’t even pissed about it. But that had more to do with the fact that my wife ran shit these days — everyone saw me as nothing more than a figurehead. Of course none of them had the fucking guts to say it to my face but it was clear in the way they went to my wife for everything. I wasn’t fucking stupid. But I didn’t give a shit because my wife was happy and it allowed me more time to spend with our boys. And as long as she let me keep planting my kids in her womb, I was satisfied. Although, lately I’d been thinking about telling her ass to slow down because this was our fifth kid and not only was she successfully running my company, but she had also become a partner with First Class — the clothing boutique she worked at before becoming my assistant — and served as a consultant for their maternity line, which they’d introduced at my wife’s suggestion. Seriously there was nothing my woman couldn’t do, and I was damn proud of her.
Logan looked up from the mayhem he was helping my boys create in the middle of the hallway and smirked at the relieved look on my face.
“They escaped,” he smirked.
“Yes, I can see that asshole.”
He just laughed and kept playing trucks.
“Where’s Winnie?”
“Downstairs — she had a doctor’s appointment.”
He looked up at me in surprise. “Wow, you let her go alone?”
I shrugged. “Not exactly, she fucking conned me into it. Besides someone had to watch the boys since Charlotte is out today.”
“Where is she?”
Was he not fucking listening? “I just fucking told you she was downstairs—”
“Not Winnie, asshole, where’s Charlie?”
I shrugged again. “No idea — that’s privileged information I guess. My wife just said she was out.” I smirked. “And you do know Charlotte hates it when people call her Charlie, right?”
His attention was back on the boys but I knew he was still listening. “Yeah, I know.”
I shook my head and laughed. On his best day, Logan was an asshole. He was always trying to get a rise out of someone; it used to be me, but ever since Charlotte started working as Winnie’s assistant he’d set his sights on constantly trying to piss her off. And I had to admit, now that I was no longer the one he tortured with his shit, it was fucking funny to watch.
“When does she get back?” He asked as we both watched Parker crash his truck into one of the walls while Evan decided his had suddenly turned into an airplane.
“How the fuck should I know, I don’t even know why she’s out today.”
“Not Charlie, dumbass — Winnie.”
Fucker. I glared at him and gave him the finger when I was sure the boys weren’t looking our way. He just laughed before going over to show my sons how to use the walls as ramps to launch their trucks off of. I checked my watch to see it’d been almost an hour since Winnie left for her appointment.
“She should be back any minute now, she left about an hour ago.”
It couldn’t hurt to check though. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and sent my wife a quick text just to be safe. If she didn’t respond I’d run down there to make sure everything was going smoothly. I pocketed my phone, waiting for her response and laughed when Evan’s truck slipped from his little hand and fell on Logan’s foot.
“Shit little man, no need to throw trucks at your favorite uncle.”
I rolled my eyes. “Language, Logan.”
He gave me a look that said ‘fuck off‘ and kept playing with my kids.
“Don’t you have anything better to do than entertain my two little weapons of mass destruction?”
He chuckled. “Yeah, actually I do, but since your wife isn’t here I can’t consult her about the new project the marketing team is working on.”
I stared at him. “You really want me to punch you in the face don‘t you.”
The fucker just grinned at me. “You can try.”
“I’m the owner of this damn company, did it ever occur to you to consult me?”
He tilted his head as if he was really thinking about it. “Nope, not at all.”
See what I meant? He’s an asshole.
“Fuck off asshole and grab a kid, we’ll talk about it in my office. I deserve to know what’s happening with my own damn company.”
He just shook his head before leaning down to grab Parker while I grabbed a squirmy Evan who was still fascinated with driving his truck all over the damn walls. I’d barely taken two steps before an outraged scream had me stopping in my tracks.
“CARTER!”
What the fuck?
I looked over at Logan, who’d also stopped at the sound of my wife screaming my name like she’d lost her damn mind. He shrugged, but the way his eyes were bulging from his head revealed he was just as shocked as me. The look on his face would’ve been damn funny, if I wasn’t suddenly worried that my wife was about to commit murder. We stood stock still and it was a few moments before my wife turned the corner, headed straight for us.
She pointed a finger in my direction, “You over-possessive egotistical fertile asshole, I’m going to fucking kill you!”
I raised a brow at that. I did a run through in my head but couldn’t think of anything I’d done recently that’d have her this pissed off. Damn pregnancy hormones. I looked back to Logan, who was still frozen in place, and decided to get him out of the line of fire. Just in case.
“Logan, take the kids to your office and play trucks and shit until I calm her down,” I said under my breath but I knew he could hear me. The man had bat hearing or some shit.
He nodded in response and I passed Evan off to him, so my hands were free to deal with whatever my wife threw at me. Literally.
She was in the midst of angry waddling over to me when the boys escaped Logan’s hold and ran head first into their momma’s legs. Winnie carefully leaned over and loved on our sons for a few moments. They climbed her legs and rubbed on her belly until they no longer found their mother’s presence intriguing. Logan walked over and scooped the boys back up before heading in the direction of his office; leaving me alone with my very angry, very pregnant wife who was back to staring me down with an angry glare.
