Love Regardless: A Billionaire BWWM Pregnancy Romance

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lawyer. You never
have been to me.”
    Girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend… the word sounded sweet on
my lips. The word boyfriend sounded alien… but certainly
welcome.
    “ So girlfriend?” I probed, grinning.
He looked down at giving me a genuine smile – not a smirk.
    “ I hope so. So boyfriend?” He asked in
return. He sounded doubtful at first – very doubtful. It was
nearly comical to watch Elliot ever look unsure about anything. I was
Clara the Confident though.
    “ I guess I’ll have you.” I
laughed, nudging Elliot’s hip with mine with a chuckle. He
beamed like a child on Christmas day, before nudging me back. I hoped
it wasn’t just the sex talking, though I have a suspicion that
he felt the same as I did.
    One hand still in his, I slipped into the hot water, my balance
steadied by him.
    With one swift movement he lowered his sweats and followed me into
the water.
    I cocked an eyebrow to him and he smiled.
    “ We both need a good wash.” He said
matter-of-factly. We did, especially after last night.
    Just like that I laid back against his chest, immediately comfortable
in his presence. His firm chest was warm and the gentle beat of his
heart was enough to calm my nerves. He wanted me here – he did.
It was written in no rule book that I couldn’t be a successful
lawyer and a woman at the same time.
    The water smelled like lilacs as Elliot pulled up a small sponge and
began to rub my chest and breasts clean.
    It was hard for me to stay unaware of his body and how it wrapped
around mine so perfectly. We seemed to work in conjunction as he
stroked my skin into a relaxed, supple way.
    I did not stop him when his fingers found their way in between my
legs, to my sex. As if waiting for it, my back arched preemptively,
pushing my behind against Elliot.
    I felt his intake of breath as I expanded for his three fingers.
    I seemed to climax too fast and not fast enough – sweat beaded
at my hairline and my nails pierced Elliot’s hand as I urged
him on.
    “ Elliot…” Words were lost and
all I clung to was his name, the only thing I seemed to know was
Elliot also cruelly changed pace twice, slowing to a stop before I
was ready and only beginning again when I moaned into his neck,
cocking my neck upwards.
    When Elliot finally allowed me to come I slumped back against him,
heaving sighs of relief. This was miles from what I expected my
morning to bring.
    When I felt able, I twisted around in the water to see him. His smirk
of satisfaction was sickening. I rolled my eyes at him, but swiftly
remembering what Elliot said last night and I quickly changed to a
smile, fearing any repercussions.
    “ Oh, and what are you smirking at?” I
challenge him and his grin widened further still, his eyes were
twinkling as if he knew what I’d do and he’s be waiting
his whole life for me to do it.
    Wasting no time in wiping that grin from his face I slinked towards
him, careful to disturb the water as little as possible. As if in
response to my approach he stiffened, legs spreading slightly as a
look of trepidation passed over his features.
    I allowed my mouth to hover over Elliot’s for a second –
just long enough for him to begin to crane his neck to reach me –
and I moved away, kissing the base of his neck softly. His answering
moan told me that he was ready.
    Slowly, I felt his stiff member underneath the water. He was
surprisingly hard already. A pleasantly surprised smile on my face, I
made my hold firmer. He swelled to fit my grasp.
    I watched as both of his hands grip the sides of the bath, knuckles
whitening as I began to slowly move my hand up and down. With each
motion I tightened my grip, focusing on those places that caused him
to close his eyes in pleasure and shudder.
    Playfully smirking, I loosened my grip on his sex altogether when he
shuddered in a particularly intense way. In these moments I touched
his thighs, the inside of which was littered with goose bumps,
despite the warm water.
    Our eyes

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