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“Cause I wanna wrap you up. Wanna kiss your lips. I wanna make you feel wanted. And I wanna call you mine. Wanna hold your hand forever.”

We danced around the ballroom floor just as we had in Rich’s living room, like we were the only two people in the world. When the song finished, Rich escorted me back to our table and we enjoyed a fabulous catered meal of prime rib, garlic mashed potatoes and a seasonal vegetable medley. I didn’t want to tip Rich off before my big birthday surprise, so I slowly nursed a glass of champagne before privately asking our waiter to refill my glass with sparkling, white grape juice. I was also relieved that Aubrey Sullivan didn’t show up to this event and ruin my night.

Rich and I took to the dance floor a few more times before the gala began to wind down. It was just before midnight as Rich escorted me back to the limousine. The timing couldn’t have been any more perfect. We were sitting hand in hand when I caught the time on Rich’s Rolex.
Damn these pregnancy hormones were something else … How was it even possible that his wrist alone made a watch look sexy?
Midnight. Showtime.

I loosened my hand from Rich’s grasp and opened my clutch to pull out his gift.

“It’s midnight, baby. Happy Birthday! I have a little surprise gift for you. I hope you love it as much as I do.”

“I’ll love anything you have to give me, Brooke. I’m sure it’s just perfect.”

I gave Rich the teeny-tiny box that I had meticulously wrapped in silver foil paper. He unwrapped it and unfolded the piece of paper that I had placed inside.

Rich just stared at it – tears forming in his eyes. “Does this mean … does this mean that you’re pregnant … we’re having a baby?”

“Yes, Rich. I’m pregnant and having your baby.”

He pulled me into his chest and began kissing me all over – starting with the top of my head to the tip of my nose and finally on my lips. They weren’t his typical, heated kisses, but passionate and sensual, nonetheless.

“I didn’t think it was possible to love you any more than I did, Brooke. But, I do. You’ve just made me the happiest man on this Earth. Thank you for finally agreeing to let me into your life, for agreeing to be my wife and for allowing a part of me to grow in your body. I love you more than words can ever express. You are My Everything, Brooke Christine Anderson. My one and only; my always and forever.”

Early September 2012

I
woke up to the sound of a loud thud, followed by harsh cursing, and noticed the time on my bedside clock read shortly after six. I stretched out and didn’t feel Rich next to me in our bed.
It was still unbelievable to think that the two of us finally shared a bed and an apartment. It had taken us nearly thirteen years, but we were finally where we belonged … together.
I snapped out of my daydream as I heard more cursing coming from our huge walk-in closet. I slipped out of bed and padded my way to the closet to see what kind of trouble my fiancé was causing.

“You all right in there, baby? It kind of sounds like our closet is beating your ass.”

“Yeah, something like that, sweets. Put it on the scoreboard … Rich –zero; closet –one. I can’t find the damn green tie I want to wear to the rally. One of your bins of shoes just fell on my toe. Do you really think eight hundred pairs of shoes are necessary? Come to think of it … it’s more like, Rich-zero; closet-two. Sorry, I woke you up though,” he said, as he grabbed me for a long and drawn out kiss.

“Well, good morning to you too, Mr. Davis. And, I think you’re being just a little dramatic. I probably only have six hundred pairs,” I refuted with a wink. “I’ll go make you some coffee while you continue to duke it out with our closet … just don’t let any of my shoes get hurt in your dispute. Oh, and baby, let me know if you need help packing.”

He smacked my ass which was barely covered in a pair of cotton, boy shorts which read “Kiss it” right over my bum.

I heard him yell, “I plan on it,” as I sashayed out of the bedroom.

Rich had kindly agreed, or more like insisted, to cover my assignment in New York City this weekend. There was a political rally scheduled for an upcoming tax bill and all the political bigwigs who sponsored the bill were supposed to be in attendance. Since it was an election year, it was important for the
Washington Post
to cover the rally.

I was originally intending to cover it since my recent promotion to government editor, but ever since we found out I was pregnant, Rich had become overly protective of me and our baby. I can’t say I was disappointed when he insisted on going because the thought of flying did not sound appealing right now.

Even though I was still very early on in my pregnancy, I didn’t want to risk anything, either. I wish someone besides Rich could go in my place, but this really was an assignment for a seasoned journalist and everyone else with the necessary skills was already booked for the weekend.

Rich sauntered out of the bedroom with his suitcase rolling behind. He looked ravishing with his navy Polo shirt which hugged his biceps perfectly, and his dark wash jeans which hung low on his hips. His hair was still damp from his shower and just the sight of him along with my raging pregnancy hormones had me about ready to pounce.

“Brooke, you need to put your tongue back in your mouth. You’re about to drool all over your chin,” he said, comically.

“Shut up, I was not drooling. You just look mighty fine this morning, Mr. Davis. … It didn’t take you long to pack. Are you sure you remembered everything?”

“Yes, sweets. I don’t need twelve bags like someone else I know. It’s just for two nights. … And, I think I have some time before I need to leave for the airport. Why don’t we try and satisfy your salacious appetite before I head out, Miss Anderson.”

Suddenly, Rich grabbed my ass and hoisted me onto our kitchen island. He took my hands in his and brought each one to his mouth where he placed a gentle kiss on each before lifting my arms above my head and instructing me to keep them in that position. He gently gripped the hem of my tank top before pulling it up and allowing it to graze over my naval and my plump breasts. I quivered as the soft cotton flicked over the tips of my overly sensitive nipples.

After Rich removed my top, I couldn’t keep my hands off his body any longer. I grabbed onto his muscular shoulders and pulled him closer so I could nuzzle into his neck. He smelled of the same scent that I had longed for during the previous thirteen years. I began frantically nipping the area between his ear and chin and would swear I heard him growl.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re being a naughty, naughty girl. Lay back. … We need to remove these panties so I can properly kiss that ass of yours.”

Again, I followed his instructions and laid my bare backside on the cold granite countertop. He ran just one of his fingers from my lips down my entire body, stopping to play with each nipple a bit more before continuing down the path to my panties. I lifted my ass ever so slightly so he could easily remove the small piece of cotton that got in his way of pleasuring me completely. I felt my panties slide down my bare legs and finally ending at my feet and toes before I heard them lightly fall to the floor. I already felt my sex oozing with pleasure even before I felt his mouth, without warning, latch onto my clit. I gasped at the sudden gratification.

“I love how your body responds to me. You are so fuckin’ beautiful, my love,” he said between nips. I began to quiver and felt my orgasm coming on – unabated.

“Don’t let go yet, Brooke. I need to be inside when you … when we … release together.”

Before I could even take another breath, Rich removed his mouth from my pussy and I heard him unbuckle his belt. Within seconds, I felt the head of his already fully erect cock brush against the spot his tongue had just abandoned. I felt a shiver of anticipation course through my body.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, sweets. I need this to last me for days.”

With that, Rich slammed into my ready and juicy pussy as I wrapped my legs around his waist and my backside remained planted against the cold granite countertop. He slammed into me several times and leaned forward just enough to flick and pinch my alert tits.

“Rich … I love you. I’m going to come, baby. Please. let. me. come,” I begged.

At my request, he began banging into me with carnal force and I knew he was going to come apart in a matter of seconds. Feeling my own release, I heard him scream my name. I was seeing the colors of the rainbow and convulsing with pleasure, as I felt Rich come unhinged inside me.

“Oh. my. god. You make me feel like such a man, Brooke. I love you so damn much,” gasped Rich.

He fell against me on the counter for a moment before gently kissing my lips as his warm, swollen dick remained nestled in my body. Placing one last kiss on my cheek, he eased out of me.

“I need to clean myself up so I can catch my flight,” he said, with a hint of exhaustion in his voice. “I would ask you to join me, but I’d surely be late.”

“Next time, baby. There will always be next time,” I reassured him.

With that, Rich ran to the bathroom to clean up before heading to the airport. I found my shirt half in the sink and threw it back over my shoulders before Rich returned to the kitchen with a frown on his face.

“Babe, you covered Hugs and Kisses,” he said, using the pet names he had given my boobs.

“Yes, I did,” I said, rolling my eyes. “You need to get going and I need to get myself showered and ready for work, Handsome. We don’t have time for another rendezvous this morning, but you better be ready when you get back. This pregnant fiancée of yours is constantly in need of you and that sexilicious body of you--.”

He cut me off as his lips met mine in a heated kiss. After our lips parted, he leaned down and kissed my belly.

“Bye my little Roly Poly. Daddy loves you. Be good for Mommy,”’ he cooed.

I nearly melted each time I heard Rich refer to our baby as his “Roly Poly.” He dubbed the fetus during our first ultrasound when the little squirt wouldn’t stop moving. It was during that moment that we decided not to determine the sex of our “Roly Poly” until birth. After all, he or she probably wouldn’t cooperate, anyways.

I watched from our penthouse window as Rich tossed his bags into the trunk of our new Cadillac Escalade. He insisted on buying a bigger and “safer” vehicle ever since we learned about the new addition to our family. Rich walked to the driver’s side and hopped into the SUV before pulling away from the curb and into traffic.

We hadn’t been apart for more than a day since he showed up at my doorstep on Valentine’s Day. So much had happened in the last year. A smile crept across my face as I padded to the bathroom to wash our morning sex off my body and get ready for a typical day at the offices of the
Post
– if you could really call any day “typical” in the news industry.

I
was in the middle of transcribing an interview with the district’s representative for a story I was working on, when the phone chimed on my desk. That’s something else that Rich immediately changed after I finally agreed to our relationship. Although he still wouldn’t fully admit to giving me fluff pieces as punishment for my stubbornness, I found it rather ironic that I’d received nothing but the elite assignments since Valentine’s Day.