Her back arched at the darkly whispered command, and she came with a soundless scream. Somehow it was sharper and more intense, like the previous one had just been an appetizer.
Justin groaned as her inner muscles flexed around his cock and he came, his head thrown back. He clenched his teeth, and he looked like a savage god over her.
Rolling so she’d lie on top of him, he wrapped his arms around her. When his breathing slowed, he kissed the back of her neck. “You’re a hell of a woman.”
She laughed.
“What are you doing tomorrow? If you want, we can fly to Mexico for a one-day honeymoon,” he said. “We can take our honeymoon one day a week until we’ve had our requisite month.”
She gasped. “Month? Nobody has a honeymoon for a whole month.”
He kissed her. “We do. You’re worth it.”
She gently pushed back the hair that fell over his forehead. “I can’t. I have to work tomorrow.”
“Boo. It’s Sunday.”
“I’ve been taking a lot of days off recently. I have to make up for it somehow. It’s a really long shot, but I might be able to make partner this year. I don’t want to screw it up.”
“Does this mean you’ll be billing over a hundred hours a week? I don’t think it’s healthy for a pregnant woman to work so much.”
“I’ll be fine. It’s not like I’m on my feet all day.”
“Still.” He put a hand over her belly possessively. “Junior might not like it.”
“Junior, is it?” Would he be disappointed if it was a girl?
“We’ll see. I don’t care, so long as it’s healthy.”
“You don’t want a boy just like Barron?”
Justin shuddered. “One Barron is plenty.” Justin brushed the tip of his nose against hers. “I want our child to have the best traits from both of us.”
Vanessa smiled. “You’re so sweetly sentimental. I never knew.”
“Don’t tell anybody. It’ll ruin my reputation.”
Giggling, she snuggled closer…and wished the moment would never end.
Chapter Eleven
After Vanessa had left for work the next day, Justin pulled out his phone and dialed John Highsmith’s personal mobile number.
Justin wasn’t a client yet, but Highsmith seemed eager to earn Sterling & Wilson’s business. The company needed a new legal team in California, and the firm was one of the best.
“Hello?” Highsmith’s voice was smooth but guarded.
“This is Justin Sterling.”
“Justin! How good of you to call.”
Justin smiled. It was lunchtime on a Sunday. He doubted there was anything good about the timing. “Am I interrupting anything?”
“Not at all.”
“Oh, good. There’s something I need a little help with.”
“If it is within my power,” Highsmith said, relishing his vowels. He sounded like he was auditioning for an Elizabethan play.