the sparkling wine has dripped. He licks and laps, swirls and twirls, and then it stays on my clit. Flicking and licking. Oh. My. God. My arousal is more than I can bear. I curl my fingers around this hot, pulsing girth and nudge it against my hungry opening. My harsh, heated breaths sound in my ears.
“Do you want me to fuck you, angel?”
“Oh, yes. Please!” Please, please, please! I’m practically in tears.
He smiles seductively. The Tuscan sun dances across his face. Lust shines in his sapphire eyes.
Spreading my legs wider, he spears inside me and fills me to the hilt.
We groan simultaneously as I clench my muscles around him. He begins to pummel me. First slowly to gauge me. Then faster and harder. I fist his hair to hold on. He’s taking me to the edge.
“Fuck. You are my truffle, Mrs. Zander,” he grunts into my ear.
So close to coming, I don’t care what he calls me in my cloud of passion.
“Tell me when you’re going to come.”
In a mere breath, I combust. Flames of ecstasy sweep through me. A wildfire. Its path consuming me and taking every cell in its wake.
“I’m coming…”
“Someone’s coming…”
The sound of Jaime’s excited voice cuts the beautiful memory short and brings my mind back to the moment. My new reality.
CHAPTER 9
Gloria
M y eyes snapped open. Coming out of my orgasmic flashback, it took me a moment to remember where I was. What was happening.
Jaime’s blue eyes were as round as two marbles. “Angel, I see a baby’s head!”
Weakly, I glanced down between my legs. I started sobbing with joy. “Oh, Jaime!”
“Push again,” urged the officer, kneeling next to us.
Using every ounce of strength I could muster, I grunted again and gave another forceful push. Uggggggggh!
On the next harsh breath, I heard a piercing wail, and on one more, a tiny blood-streaked lifeform was in the officer’s large hands. Loud applause broke out among the crowd gathered around us. Quirking the tiniest of smiles, I kept my heavy-lidded eyes on the beaming uniformed man as he handed the infant to Jaime. My darling looked as if he’d at once seen a ghost and seen God, the expression on his face a mixture of fear and awe. I wanted so badly to run my fingers along his jaw. Exhausted, I just didn’t have the strength.
“Gloria, it’s Paulette.” His voice was almost tearful. “She’s beautiful. She has your lips and hair.”
I was a speechless, sweating, blubbering mess. Dazed and wasted, I eyed the little bundle of joy, her sweet rosebud lips puckering as she wailed. Our beautiful little girl. My heart swelled with emotion. Finally, one little word tumbled out of my mouth. “Oh!”
Bending down, the kind Chanel manager gently washed our wailing newborn and then swathed her in the pink cashmere shawl. “Your husband is right. She is one beautiful baby.” She gently handed the baby back to Jaime who planted a tender kiss on her porcelain forehead. My eyes clicked open and shut like the shutter of a camera, taking a mental snapshot of this heart-melting moment that would stay with me forever.
I was bursting with love. Oh, how I longed to hold her in my arms, but an intense shooting pain unexpectedly ripped through my core. I winced and quivered. Another baby was on his way. Our Payton. I pushed with another loud grunt, but I felt no movement. I pushed again. Still nada. Panic gripped me. Why wasn’t he coming out? Gritting my teeth, I pushed again. Nothing. Only more agonizing pain.
My watering eyes bore into Jaime’s. Panic was written all over his face too. He knew.
I sobbed. “Baby, something’s wrong. Terribly wrong.”
CHAPTER 10
Jaime
G loria was right. Something was wrong, terribly fucking wrong. She was a trembling bundle of blood, sweat, and tears. Forcing myself to look down, I couldn’t believe how much blood she’d lost. The lining of my jacket was soaked red. And so was the edge of her white shirt. A shudder ran through me.
The lovely Chanel
“Do you want me to fuck you, angel?”
“Oh, yes. Please!” Please, please, please! I’m practically in tears.
He smiles seductively. The Tuscan sun dances across his face. Lust shines in his sapphire eyes.
Spreading my legs wider, he spears inside me and fills me to the hilt.
We groan simultaneously as I clench my muscles around him. He begins to pummel me. First slowly to gauge me. Then faster and harder. I fist his hair to hold on. He’s taking me to the edge.
“Fuck. You are my truffle, Mrs. Zander,” he grunts into my ear.
So close to coming, I don’t care what he calls me in my cloud of passion.
“Tell me when you’re going to come.”
In a mere breath, I combust. Flames of ecstasy sweep through me. A wildfire. Its path consuming me and taking every cell in its wake.
“I’m coming…”
“Someone’s coming…”
The sound of Jaime’s excited voice cuts the beautiful memory short and brings my mind back to the moment. My new reality.
CHAPTER 9
Gloria
M y eyes snapped open. Coming out of my orgasmic flashback, it took me a moment to remember where I was. What was happening.
Jaime’s blue eyes were as round as two marbles. “Angel, I see a baby’s head!”
Weakly, I glanced down between my legs. I started sobbing with joy. “Oh, Jaime!”
“Push again,” urged the officer, kneeling next to us.
Using every ounce of strength I could muster, I grunted again and gave another forceful push. Uggggggggh!
On the next harsh breath, I heard a piercing wail, and on one more, a tiny blood-streaked lifeform was in the officer’s large hands. Loud applause broke out among the crowd gathered around us. Quirking the tiniest of smiles, I kept my heavy-lidded eyes on the beaming uniformed man as he handed the infant to Jaime. My darling looked as if he’d at once seen a ghost and seen God, the expression on his face a mixture of fear and awe. I wanted so badly to run my fingers along his jaw. Exhausted, I just didn’t have the strength.
“Gloria, it’s Paulette.” His voice was almost tearful. “She’s beautiful. She has your lips and hair.”
I was a speechless, sweating, blubbering mess. Dazed and wasted, I eyed the little bundle of joy, her sweet rosebud lips puckering as she wailed. Our beautiful little girl. My heart swelled with emotion. Finally, one little word tumbled out of my mouth. “Oh!”
Bending down, the kind Chanel manager gently washed our wailing newborn and then swathed her in the pink cashmere shawl. “Your husband is right. She is one beautiful baby.” She gently handed the baby back to Jaime who planted a tender kiss on her porcelain forehead. My eyes clicked open and shut like the shutter of a camera, taking a mental snapshot of this heart-melting moment that would stay with me forever.
I was bursting with love. Oh, how I longed to hold her in my arms, but an intense shooting pain unexpectedly ripped through my core. I winced and quivered. Another baby was on his way. Our Payton. I pushed with another loud grunt, but I felt no movement. I pushed again. Still nada. Panic gripped me. Why wasn’t he coming out? Gritting my teeth, I pushed again. Nothing. Only more agonizing pain.
My watering eyes bore into Jaime’s. Panic was written all over his face too. He knew.
I sobbed. “Baby, something’s wrong. Terribly wrong.”
CHAPTER 10
Jaime
G loria was right. Something was wrong, terribly fucking wrong. She was a trembling bundle of blood, sweat, and tears. Forcing myself to look down, I couldn’t believe how much blood she’d lost. The lining of my jacket was soaked red. And so was the edge of her white shirt. A shudder ran through me.
The lovely Chanel
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