Smiling, I reply, “I know you can, but she offered and I accepted. What’s the big deal?”
Harrison runs his hand through his hair. “I guess it’s not a big deal,” he mumbles. “I just didn’t expect the two of you to hang out.”
“It’s lunch, Harrison. I’m not inviting her to be in our wedding,” I sass.
“Damn straight you’re not! That position is already taken,” Gabby pants as she continues to run like her ass is on fire. Chase, who’s running just as fast, almost trips himself up when he glances down and checks out my sister’s ass.
Harrison and I each step off our machines. “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to be overbearing. If you want to have lunch with Gina, that’s completely your prerogative.”
I wrap my arms around his waist, pressing my large belly into his lower stomach. “I’m used to the caveman routine.”
“It’s not a routine,” he teases, followed up by a gentle swat on the ass. His lips swipe across mine once again in a kiss that promises more to come, hopefully soon.
“Hey, Harrison, I was thinking of adding a few personal training sessions to my plan. I know you recommended Carlos last time. Do you think he’s still available to work me over?”
Gabby asks as she slows her jog down to start her cool down.
“I’m sure he is. He stays late on Wednesdays now, and even takes a few clients on Sundays,” Harrison tells my little sister.
“Carlos?” Chase asks, practically stopping his run and turning a wide-eyed face to Gabby.
She shrugs. “He seems more than competent to give me what I need,” she coos, clearly insinuating something a little on the dirty side. I already know that’s completely for Chase’s benefit, to get a rise out of him.
And it appears to be working.
“Fuck that. You need someone to work you over, I’m your man, baby.”
“I’m not sure you have the stamina to handle me, Callahan.”
“Baby, I have stamina for days. No need to worry your pretty little head about that.”
“Are they still talking about training sessions?” I whisper to Harrison, making him bark out a laugh.
“Of course we’re talking about training! What else would we be talking about?” Gabby asks over her shoulder with a friendly smile on her face.
“Definitely. I’m the only man for the job,” Chase responds, his eyes glued to my sister’s ass as she walks on the treadmill.
“If you both say so,” I mumble as Harrison entwines his fingers through mine.
“We’re gonna leave you two to talk about your pending training, then. I’m gonna steal Winnie away to go over her schedule for next week,” Harrison says, gently pulling me away from my sister and his best friend.
I groan aloud; I can’t help it. I hate going over our own training schedule. Harrison always thinks he needs to add different Callanetics exercises into my routine, and then I spend the next ten minutes arguing with him about why I don’t need to do them. He bores me to death with the added benefits, and I tune him out. It’s the same routine we’ve battled for the last eight weeks, since my gestational diabetes diagnosis.
My legs are heavy as we make our way through the gym and down the hall toward the offices. With Gina gone for the day and Chase up front torturing my sister, there’s no one back here. We enter Harrison’s office together, and he quickly shuts the door. He throws the lock—not a good sign for me if we’re about to argue over next week’s schedule.
I open my mouth to try to head him off, when his lips slam against mine. With my mouth still open, his tongue easily dips inside my mouth, licking and tangling with my own. A groan spills from my mouth as his fingers thread into my hair and he pulls me tautly against his body. His erection is there, large and heavy in his shorts, and making the ache between my legs that much more intense.
“Fuck, you can’t wear this anymore in public,” he growls, tracing his lips along my jaw and down my neck.
“Wear what?” I ask, my brain struggling to catch up.
“My shirt. I know it’s mine, Winnie, and when I see it stretched across your belly, it makes me want to do dirty things to you,” he whispers, just before nipping at my earlobe.
Gasping my agreement, I throw my arms around his shoulders and try to climb him like a tree. It doesn’t work, of course, considering I have a basketball attached to the front of my body. Harrison guides me backward until my ass hits his desk. His lips devour mine, stealing every ounce of breath and sanity I have left. I hear the sweep of his hand and the sound of things falling, but I pay no attention to it. I can’t. All I can think about is the way he makes me feel.
The pleasure he gives.
Harrison lifts me up and sets me on top of the desk. My legs instantly wrap around his hips as I grind against his erection. My body is on fire, alive with reckless desire, as he makes a grab for my T-shirt. The moment it’s gone, I internally groan at the image I must present. I’m wearing a no-frills sports bra, which does nothing but flatten my girls to my chest. But I’ve learned that the bigger my boobs get, the more I need the sports bra when working out.
“Fuck, Winnie,” he barks, glancing down between us. You can clearly see his erection, tenting out his shorts, but also my swollen abdomen and my nipples, tight and aching in the confining material. He slowly pulls down my shorts, my hips lifting in assistance. “What were you thinking about earlier? You know, when you almost tripped on the treadmill.”
Cool air kisses my heated flesh as he removes my panties right along with my shorts. “I was thinking about you. And this desk.”
His nostrils flare and his eyes darken further. “What were we doing on this desk?” he asks quietly, relieving me of my sports bra next. Before I can answer, his mouth descends, greedily sucking one nipple into his warm mouth.
I gasp as pleasure shoots through my body. My pelvis tilts and I grind against his cock.
“What were we doing on this desk, Winnie?” he asks again, shifting to show my other nipple equal attention.
“You were sitting on the desk,” I moan, my hand moving to his hair. “I had you in my mouth.”
Harrison stops and glances up at me. “We can try that next.”
“Yes, please.”
He drops his head again and licks at my nipples. “So polite. I think that deserves a reward,” he says, his hand dropping to remove his shorts.
“Yes, yes, definitely a reward,” I beg, reaching for his hard erection. As soon as it’s in my palm, I give it a few quick strokes. You know, to make sure he’s good and ready.
It’s his turn to moan now. “Fuck, you keep doing that and this won’t take long at all,” he bites out between strokes, grabbing the neck of his shirt behind his head and pulling it over.
“That just means we can get to round two quicker,” I reason.
Harrison’s eyes burn into mine with the same intensity I’ve always seen reflected in them when we’re in this moment. He looks at me as if I were the only woman on the planet, the only one he wants.
I lean back and glance down, unable to watch this moment with my belly in the way.
“Close your eyes, Winnie. Close your eyes and just feel,” he whispers, taking my hand in his. He wraps it around the base of his cock, his large, warm fingers around mine, and guides himself to my entrance. “I can already feel how wet you are, baby. I can already feel how badly you want this right now.”
“So much,” I whisper as, together, he starts to enter me.
My breathing stalls in my throat as I stretch to accommodate him. My legs wrap around his back and lock the moment he’s fully seated inside me. I lean back on my elbows as Harrison places both his hands on my stomach. And then he moves. He thrusts his hips, filling me completely, stroke after stroke. The entire time, he never moves his hands, just lets his hips and legs do all the work.
“You look so fucking good on my desk, with my cock buried inside you.”
I clench around him as his words and his dick continue to drive
me closer and closer to the release I’ve been craving. I can’t seem to find words as he pumps harder into my body.
“So fucking beautiful,” he growls, his hands gripping me as he thrusts deep. “Mine.”
My orgasm hits quick and fierce. Harrison pauses for a second, closes his eyes in euphoria, and then slams hard into me one last time when his orgasm follows. We’re still for several moments before he bends down and takes my lips with his. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I pant, trying to catch my breath.
“I love this,” he adds softly, rubbing his hands over my tight stomach. His cock twitches inside me. “I love it so much,” he says, pulling out and gently sliding back in. “I think you should stay pregnant.”
“Well, we’re on our way to achieving that.” My giggle turns to a gasp as he flexes his hips and hits that magical spot deep inside me.
“You are the most radiant pregnant woman ever,” he adds, lifting my legs and holding me in position. After a few slow, teasing strokes, Harrison pulls out completely, making me whimper in protest. “Come on, love. The shower in my bathroom is calling our name,” he says, as he leads me toward the small adjoining room off his office for round two.