Boss's Accidental Baby: A Billionaire Small Town Second Chance Romance (Secret Love) Page 12

  After she left the room, I wiped the jelly from my stomach and sat up with Kit supporting me. He had become very overprotective and had been babying me ever since he found out I was pregnant. I didn't mind it much, especially on days where I felt like absolute death. But today felt different – more intimate in a way.

  “When do you want to tell our families?” he asked, sitting next to me in the hospital bed with his arms around me.

  I leaned my head against his shoulder and smiled softly. “Later. Right now, I want to enjoy it with you and only you.”

  21

  Acacia

  “Do you want to watch a movie while we eat dinner?” Kit asked me as he shut the front door and took off his jacket.

  I sank into the couch, exhausted, and sighed softly. “Sure. What do you want to do for dinner tonight?”

  He joined me on the couch and I moved to lay my head on her shoulder. “What are you in the mood for?”

  I thought about it for a moment, absently running my fingertips over my stomach. “Maybe Chinese? I haven't had pork fried rice in a while. What are you in the mood for?”

  Kit moved his hand to touch my stomach and he kissed the top of my head softly. “I don't really care what we eat. Whatever you can keep down is fine with me, sweetheart. Chinese does sound good though.”

  “Chinese it is then. I think I'm going to jump in the shower, I'm still sticky from the ultrasound.” I laughed, moving my shirt up to touch the sticky part of my skin. “Do you want to join me?”

  He smirked. “Sweetheart, the answer to that question is always yes.”

  “We should get egg rolls, too. It sounds delicious right now,” I told him as I stood up and stretched briefly.

  He smiled up at me. “I always get egg rolls when I get Chinese food; it would be absurd not to.”

  “Exactly,” I said with a laugh, pulling my shirt off as I backed toward the bathroom and tossed it at him playfully.

  Kit pulled my shirt off his face and smirked at me as he stood up. I watched his muscles flex as he pulled his off, too, and admired his broad chest lustfully. He caught my gaze and winked. “Like what you see?”

  I leered at him as I unbuttoned my jeans and removed them. “Why don't you come with me and find out?”

  He took long-legged strides around the couch and quickly picked me up, carrying me through the apartment as I giggled sensually. “I don't know what's gotten into you, sweetheart, but I like it.”

  “What? I can't just appreciate the sexy man that I'm in love with? There has to be a reason?” I teased, and then realized what I had said.

  Kit had stopped just inside our bedroom, looking at me with an eyebrow raised and a smile tugging at his lips. “What'd you just say?”

  “I said I'm in love with you, Kit. And I have been for a really long time. I have been trying to tell you for weeks, but you keep interrupting me and you know what? Maybe you were right to, because after going to that ultrasound appointment and seeing that look on your face, it made me love you more than I ever thought possible,” I told him sincerely, tears brimming my eyes.

  He smiled warmly as his arms tightened around me. “I love you, Acacia Perry. More with every passing second, and knowing that you feel the same is the best feeling in the world.”

  I sobbed softly as tears slipped down my cheeks. “I love you, Kit Harrison, with every breath that leaves my body, and you don't know how good it feels to finally admit that to you.”

  Kit kissed me amorously as he carried me toward the bed, smiling when we parted. “I should've told you how I felt sooner and I am sorry for that. But I can promise you that for the rest of my life I will remind you daily how much you mean to me and how fiercely I love you.”

  “You already do.” I smiled warmly. “I'm barely pregnant and you already won't let me do a single thing for myself.”

  He laughed. “Well, I don't want you to exhaust yourself. And you've been so sick the past few weeks, I just want you to relax as much as you possibly can.”

  “I'm not that fragile, baby.” I laughed when Kit set me on my feet. “But I do appreciate all of the things you do for me.”

  “I know that you're not, but that doesn't mean I can't treat you the way you deserve to be treated. For years I have watched you from afar, wishing that I could show you that. And now that I finally can, you're going to see just how passionate I can be; and when our child gets here, he'll see what it looks like to have parents who love each other deeply,” he told me, looking deeply into my eyes.

  His mention of our child made my heart race and I kissed him sweetly, standing on my toes to deepen it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body against his eagerly as his arms enveloped me. Our kiss quickly developed into a series of passionate and hungry kisses that had Kit backing me into the bathroom, his hands traveling from my waist to my hips.

  I smiled against his lips as Kit unhooked my bra, the quick beating of my heart and warmth between my legs doubling. My deep emotional and sexual attraction to him had become so much stronger in the last couple of weeks; maybe it had to do with the pregnancy hormones running through me. Or maybe it had to do with our admission of love and the ultrasound we'd both been anxiously awaiting. Whatever the case, when Kit's hand slipped into my panties to stroke my sensitive nerves, everything else disappeared and I couldn't control my lust.

  I blindly reached for the shower knobs, turning them so the hot water beat against the shower floor, and closed the curtain. And when Kit pulled away from our kiss to look at me fondly, I pulled him back in for another series of eager kisses.

  He chuckled erotically and backed me against the counter. “I seem to remember you saying you'd show me something if I followed you; is this what you wanted to show me? How much you want me?”

  I smirked up at him and slipped my hand into his pants eagerly to stroke his hardness. “I haven't even begun to show you.”

  Kit gripped my hips tightly as I continued to stroke him, groaning softly when I picked up the speed. It gave me a certain pride to know I could affect him this way with just my hand, and I wanted to give him a slow seduction, to tease him over time until he couldn't take it. Until he had been sufficiently teased into action, so he'd throw me into the bed and devour the fire burning inside of me.

  When he started to get increasingly eager, I pulled away from him and started toward the shower. I smirked at him as I stepped out of my panties and pulled the curtain back. “Coming?”

  He quickly pulled his clothes off and followed me into the shower, capturing me in his arms once we stood under the hot water. Our lips met once again, bodies pressed tightly together as eager hands touched, caressed, and squeezed. I moaned softly when his fingers dipped between my legs to tease at my labia and dove inside to explore my inner walls.

  For a moment, I dissolved into the pleasure that Kit gave me, kissing him passionately and moving my hips against his hand. But after a while, that desire to please him returned fiercely and I sank to my knees before his proud erection. He looked down at me and tried to say something, but I shushed him and took him into my mouth. I kept lustful eye contact with him as I bobbed and stroked his hardness, the hot water falling onto my back and against my face.

  He cursed softly and steadied himself against the shower wall. “Jesus, don't stop what you're doing. It feels amazing.”

  I moaned softly when he twitched inside my mouth, and I eagerly upped the speed and depth of my bobs. And I got lost in pleasing him for so long that I hadn't realized Kit had turned the shower off until he pulled me to my feet.

  I opened my mouth to ask him what he was doing when he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. My original plan to tease him until he gave me what I wanted hadn't taken nearly as long as I thought it would, and somewhere deep inside I felt proud of the fact.

  Kit tossed me onto the bed and quickly positioned himself over top of me, wasting no time thrusting inside of my quivering core. His eyes were narrowed lustfully as he looked dow
n at me before capturing my lips with his.

  I moaned appreciatively as the heat behind his kisses and the urgency of his thrusts satisfied my desire. The fire that had been building inside of me was hypersensitive with each motion, and I couldn't help myself as I moved my hips in time with his.

  “If you keep moving your hips like that I'm going to finish too soon,” Kit groaned against my lips.

  “But it feels so good,” I moaned in response as the friction against the little bundle of nerves at the apex of my core tingled appreciatively.

  He gripped the sheets beside my head as his thrusts gained momentum and his kisses got sloppier. I knew he was close, and I wanted to be the one to push him to his limits, to show him how I could please him. So before he could, I quickly flipped him over onto his back and climbed onto him eagerly.

  I gasped as I pushed him inside of me again, and pleasure oozed through my entire body as I rode him. It coaxed a vulnerable, drawn-out moan from my lips and a series of high-pitched moans followed suit afterward.

  Kit cursed softly as his hands moved up my body to caress my breasts, kneading them lustfully as his hips moved against mine. I moaned as pain ebbed and waned from my tender breasts, ignoring it in favor of the liquid pleasure between my legs. It didn't take very long for the climax that had been building inside of me to release, making my legs shake as I suddenly couldn't keep up with his eager thrusts.

  I was still in the midst of my climax when Kit wrapped his arms around my waist and flipped me onto my back again. His hands found mine and he pinned them to the bed as he thrust quickly and deeply for several moments. And eventually when he couldn't hold back anymore, Kit groaned as his climax took hold over him.

  22

  Kit

  Acacia and I left early Monday morning on our travel to LA and arrived around 8am on Tuesday. She had insisted on doing most of the driving, and I tried to argue with her – but she pulled the pregnancy card on me, so I gave in. Even though she had to make several stops along the way for the bathroom and snack runs, we made good time and checked into our hotel with time to shower and change.

  “Do you think my nipples will ever look normal again?” Acacia asked me as she dried off, staring at her breasts with a pout.

  I grabbed her hips and leaned down to gently kiss each. “I think they still look perfect, sweetheart. And you shouldn't worry so much about it; you'll always be just as beautiful as the day I met you.”

  She looked up at me with big doe eyes and sighed. “Maybe you're right. I'm probably looking too far into it, and all the hormones are driving me crazy.”

  I kissed the tip of her nose and then her forehead. “It's okay. We'll get you some food and you'll feel better once you see my restaurant. I know how much you've been looking forward to it.”

  Acacia smiled warmly at me and went into the bedroom to get dressed. “Can we get some coffee, too? And before you start worrying, the doctor said I could have a cup a day as long as it isn't too much caffeine,” she called over her shoulder.

  The overprotective part of me wanted to say no, but the part of me that liked when she wasn't angry at me advised against telling her no. “Sure, there's a really nice cafe down the street from the restaurant. And if we get there before noon it's happy hour prices. Should I call ahead?” I asked, following behind her.

  “No, I want to look at their menu in person,” she answered, pulling the sunflower sundress over her head and straightening it.

  “Okay, sweetheart. Are you excited to see LA? There's a lot we can go see and do while we're here,” I said, gathering our things around the room.

  “I am! And you know I already did a bunch of research about everything, so I have a sort of schedule drawn up so we can do everything before Thursday,” she stated, giving me a sheepish look as she brushed her hair.

  I laughed fondly. “I knew you'd have it all planned out, and I'm very excited to see it. But I also don't want you to overexert yourself. You are pregnant, you know.”

  She rolled her eyes at me. “I'm barely pregnant, baby. You don't have to keep babying me, at least not until I'm too pregnant to do anything for myself. Besides, exercise is good for pregnant women. It makes labor easier.”

  I held my hands up. “That doesn't mean I can't be concerned about you; and you have had some pretty serious morning sickness the past couple of weeks. I just don't want you to overdo it and end up making yourself sick, is all.”

  Acacia stood from the bed and kissed me sweetly. “I know and I appreciate everything you do for me, especially worrying over the little stuff. But if I'm starting to get sick or tired, I'll tell you. This vacation is all about forgetting our stresses and enjoying ourselves. Especially, you know, the whole stalker situation.”

  “They've been so quiet the last couple of weeks, it's frustrating. The PI can't do his job if the nut job doesn't do anything for him to track. Not that I'm not grateful that you haven't gotten any texts or threats, but I just want this guy behind bars and away from you. Especially now that we're having a baby,” I told her, brushing the hair behind her ears, holding her face gingerly.

  She smiled up at me. “No more talk about this, baby. Let's get going and start our wonderful day of fun!”

  Acacia was a sight to behold as I took her around LA, her eyes alight with glee as we took in the sights, tried street foods, and visited all of the little shops and the beach. I couldn't help but observe her more than anything else, basking in the glow of the California sun and her growing pregnancy beauty. In the past couple of weeks I hadn't seen her look so happy, and even though she chose to ignore the looming stalker, I knew it bothered her late at night when we went to bed.

  “Can we go to your restaurant now? I can't wait to see everything!” she exclaimed as we walked down the street, hand-in-hand.

  I looked at my watch and smiled. “It should be slowing down enough for me to show you everything. C'mon, I'll even make you our highest selling dish, too. You've got to be getting hungry by now.”

  “I'm okay,” she stated, just as her stomach growled noisily and we burst into laughter. “Okay, maybe I could eat.”

  “Don't worry, sweetheart, we're almost there. And I called ahead while you were in the bathroom to tell them that we're coming; they're going to set us up a booth. You're going to love it, and the wait staff, too,” I told her as we rounded the corner to the street my restaurant sat on.

  She smiled. “I'm excited to see the décor most of all. Is that bad?”

  I shook my head. “Not at all. I know how much you love the design aspect of restaurants. I mean, look at the mural you did for your parents' basement. You did an amazing job, and I'm honestly thinking about asking you to do one for my restaurant as well.”

  Acacia stopped walking just outside of my restaurant. “Oh, no, no. I couldn't possibly do that! I'm not a good enough artist to put my work up on a restaurant as classy as yours.”

  “Nonsense, you're an amazing artist and I wouldn't trust anyone else to do it! Besides, if it doesn't work out it's as easy as painting over it,” I teased, bumping her hip playfully with mine and then opening the door for her.

  She sighed heavily. “I'll draw up some ideas, but don't just tell me you like them because we're dating. You have to be honest with me from a business perspective. I'm also working on designs for my restaurant, too.”

  “I'd love to see those designs, too. Have you decided what kind of restaurant you want to open up?” I asked her as we walked inside.

  She smiled sheepishly. “I might have. But I'm not ready to tell anyone about it yet. I want it to be a secret for a little longer.”

  I nodded at Alice, the host for today, and she guided us toward the booth.

  “Well, that's okay. I'd still love to see your designs; that won't give it away or anything, would it?” I asked Acacia.

  “You can see the art designs, but not the restaurant designs,” she agreed.

  Alice sat us down in the booth and left us alone with two menus, a
fter informing us that our server would be right with us. I grabbed Acacia's menu from her hands before she could read it and smiled deviously at her.

  “You don't need to look at the menu; I've already planned all of the food out. And before you pout, I guarantee you're going to love it,” I told her firmly.

  She rolled her neck dramatically and then rested her chin against folded hands. “Fine, but if it smells, tastes, or looks disgusting and I vomit, you're holding my hair while I vomit. I swear, pregnancy makes it so hard to enjoy food.”

  “Don't worry, sweetheart. I took all of your food aversions and cravings into consideration when making the meal plans today. I may have also threatened a few people, but that's a completely different story,” I added and laughed.

  “You threatened your staff?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

  I smiled innocently. “I might have. But only because I wanted you to have an amazing experience in my restaurant. And I might have told them that you're an important food critic that I'm trying to impress.”

  She smirked at me and playfully slapped my arm. “You're so dramatic, you know that? Those poor people are probably frantically running around the kitchen trying to impress this big important person, and all along it's just little ol’ me. And while I appreciate the effort, it feels a little mean, baby.”

  I shook my head and gave her a serious look. “No, sweetheart, you're the most important critic of all. If I want to impress anyone around here, it's definitely you. And with that being said, let me show you around the restaurant a little.”

  “Shouldn't we wait until the server takes our order?” she asked as I stood up and held out my hand for hers.

  “Like I said, baby, I called ahead and already ordered our food. And if you're thirsty we can get you whatever you want on our tour,” I promised, pulling her out of the booth with a cheeky smile.