He lifted his hand. “No. If you're coming in here to tell me that Paul's leaving, then no, I don't have time.”
Jamie stopped short, not liking his tone at all. She was going on too little sleep to deal with him acting like an ass due to his stress. “Fine. Then talk to him yourself.” She turned on her heel and walked back into her office.
He walked in behind her. “What did you say to him? Did you try to stop him? Tell him the benefits of working here?” Alex ran his hands through his hair. “We can't keep losing people to their stupid-ass dreams of wanting to have some fairytale love affair.”
“Alex. Really?” She walked to the door and closed it. “Not everyone is interested in being married to their job. Some people want a real life. A smile and a relationship that they get to invest in.”
“Are you saying that I don't invest in our relationship?” He lifted an eyebrow.
She walked toward him, grabbed her purse, and gave him a scathing look. “I'm going on two hours of sleep, my dad's in the hospital, my husband is having chest pains, and I'm pregnant. Back off.”
“Baby.” His expression softened as he reached for her. “I'm sorry. I got a call this morning from—”
“I don't care. I came into the office to get some work done. I’ve changed my mind.” She tugged her purse on her shoulder. “I'll be at the hospital. Talk to Paul yourself. It's your problem anyway.”
She didn't look back, but thankfully made it to the car before letting herself break down and cry.
Chapter 8
She drove home instead of going to the hospital. A long cry in her bed would do her some good, no doubt. She'd gotten home and settled into the sheets about the time someone opened the front door. Assuming that it was Mark, she grabbed her robe and tied it tight before walking out into the living room.
Alex turned from the entrance to the kitchen and tilted his head. “Baby. I'm sorry. Please hear me when I tell you that I would never do anything to upset you.”
She bit her lip, trying to keep from crying. He’d followed her home. He’d left work and followed her home.
“Jamie.” He walked toward her and wrapped her in a tight hug, moving her back to the bedroom without much effort.
She lifted to her toes and pressed her lips to his, needing so badly to feel passion from him for something other than his business.
He opened his mouth and leaned into the kiss, pressing his tongue along hers and groaning as he tugged at the belt on her robe and pulled it from her shoulders.
“So beautiful. All mine.” He leaned down and brushed his fingers over her nipple before pulling it into her mouth and following her down to the bed. She pulled at his shirt, and he moved back, unbuttoning it as he watched her.
“I love you.” He reached down and ran his fingers down her swollen tummy. “Both of you.”
“I know.” She let a few tears go. “I'm just tired, and I'm worried about my dad.”
“He's going to be okay. Forgive me for snapping at you. I swear I can't seem to control myself around you. I'll try harder.” He moved down and kissed her tummy before gripping her thighs tightly and opening them. “So hot.”
“I don't want you to control yourself around me. I just need sleep.” She reached down and touched the side of his face. “Make love to me.”
“Fuck yes.” He moved down between her legs and licked at her, groaning low in his chest as he pressed his strong hands to her inner thighs. His licks grew almost frantic, and the sensuality of watching him enjoy himself almost forced her to come. She cried out as he sucked her clit into his mouth and glanced up at her, the look in his eyes saying sorry so much better than words ever could.
She came hard, her back arching as she lifted up off the bed and cried out.
He mumbled against her as he continued to lick and suck at her.
“Enough,” she groaned and pressed herself against him, her actions contradicting her words entirely.
“Never enough.” He flicked his tongue across her before moving back and working on his slacks. “Roll over, baby. Get comfortable and let me touch you while we make love.”
“Mmmmmm...” Pleasure rolled through her as she turned over and got on her knees. Pressing her hands to the bed, she glanced over her shoulder to see him naked and proud. His body was beyond delicious, and the thought of turning around and taking him in her mouth was almost enough to do it. Almost.
He crawled up on the bed and ran his hands over her ass and lower back. “Damn, I'm a lucky man.”
They groaned in tandem as she lifted her ass and he pressed deep inside of her. His hands tightened on her soft curves as he pressed down with his initial thrust.
She let out a shaky sigh and let her head fall forward. Why making love to him left her calm and centered was a mystery, but with where she was emotionally over work and her father, she needed it. Needed him.