Billionaire's Accidental Wife

Chapter 42

Chapter 42 – Ending Another rising moan. Chelsea chanted his name. Soft. A whimper. She threw her

head back again, her soft hair sliding over his arms, her face flushed with arousal. Dave loved her like

that. That perfect moment before her body clamped down like a vise on his, drawing out his hot

release. Her unknowing song, her heat. The look on her face. It all combined to give him a fierce,

primitive satisfaction and added to the wicked pleasure swamping his own body.

The first wave hit her hard, consuming her. He drove deep, his shaft stretching her tight channel. A

ripple went through her, from her womb to her belly and up to her breasts. He actually felt it. Another

loud moan and her entire body locked around him, a vise that clamped down so hard for a moment that

he couldn’t separate pain from pleasure. She shuddered again as another wave built. He felt the

contraction move through her, through him, swelling like the tide, a shock wave jolting outward from her

feminine sheath, surrounding him, vibrating through him. He felt her heartbeat against his.

He thrust again, heard her soft cry, her moan crashing in his ears, and then there was that moment,

that perfect, glorious moment when he felt the power coil in his body, gathering,

and his blood roared-the sound of thunder-racing up through his body, his balls tightening, his shaft

rocketing pulse after pulse of hot seed deep so that his body shuddered with hers as the burning

pleasure washed over him and her tight muscles gripped him hard, milking his shaft until he was empty.

For a moment, everything blurred around him, and he felt spent, deliriously happy, and totally,

completely at peace. Chelsea pressed her face into his shoulder while her body trembled with

aftershocks, each quake rushing through his body like an electrical current, spiralling pleasure through

him. He waited for the air to come back into his lungs and for his legs to get their strength back. He

kept his body tight in hers.

“I dreamed about you for years, Chelsea, of this, taking you over and over. I love hearing your moans

and that little whimper you give when you can’t talk anymore. Your eyes go unfocused and you have

this sexy as hell dazed look on your face. I see you like that every time I close my eyes and my shaft

gets hard as a rock and I’m desperate to be inside of you, I see you soaring into another place.”

He stroked his hands over the curve of her bottom, revelling in the feel of her soft skin. “I swear,

Chelsea, you really were made for me. We fit. You’re so damn perfect I lose my mind when I touch

you.” Chelsea licked at the hollow of his damp shoulder and then pressed kisses up his shoulder to his

neck. She nibbled and bit at him, her body moving in languid circles, still coming down from her

powerful orgasm. “You make me feel as if I’m flying,” she admitted, her voice drowsy. “I’d better get you

inside before you catch a cold out here.” “Christie says the cold air doesn’t give you a cold. Germs do,”

she murmured, snuggling closer to him, not attempting to put her feet on the ground. “Besides, can’t

you feel? I’m still

hot.”

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“Scorching,” he agreed. “And you’ll always be that way to me.” She moved her hips in another long,

slow circle that sent waves of pleasure rippling over him. He was grateful she was so petite. It was

obvious he was going to be carrying her inside. He managed to find the door handle and get it open,

and he staggered in through the bedroom, collapsing on top of the mattress. Chelsea kissed his neck

again and rolled away from him, her naked body sprawled across the bed.

“You think you’re going to sleep?”

“Mmm.”

Dave laughed and went back to retrieve their clothes and the blanket. He stood over her for a long

time, wondering at the miracle that had been handed to him.

Chelsea stirred, turned over, and opened her delicate eyes. Her gaze moved over his face. She held

out her hand to him. Chelsea with her soft, welcoming body and a mouth made in heaven. Chelsea

with her loving heart.

“Turn toward me,” he instructed softly She obeyed him without question, without hesitation, uncaring

that she was tired, only wanting to give him whatever he needed. She made him humble with her

generosity. He pushed his pillow away and laid his head level with her breasts. Soft. Warm. Amazing.

One arm circled her waist and he pulled her body to his, sliding one leg between hers. His hand slipped

over the curve of her bottom, memorising the texture and shape of her before sliding up her thigh to

cup her warm mound. He waited, but Chelsea didn’t protest. “God, baby, I love you.” He whispered the

admission against her throat, kissing his way to her breast. He felt her heartbeat. Her breast was warm

and soft as he gently covered it with his mouth, tongue sliding over her nipple. He felt the answer ripple

against his hand. “I love how you want me, Chelsea.” “Always,” she murmured, pressing a kiss against

the top of his head. She drifted on a tide of pleasure as he suckled at her breast, his fingers exploring

hidden shadows.

“Will you marry me?” Dave asked.

Chelsea smile. “Yes.”

******

Two hours later, they were back at their place. It’s Chelsea’s turn to pick a movie, which means Dave

has time to take a shower because it always takes her a ridiculously long time to decide what she

wants to watch. He wandered into the living room ten minutes later to find her snuggled, fiddling with

her phone. Her mouth falls open when she sees him. “Oh my God, Dave. Why are you naked?”

“I don’t like shirts.”

“What about pants?” she raised a brow. “Got something against those too?”

Dave crosses the room and drops his naked ass on the couch, then grabs the edge of the blanket and

throws it over his lower body. Chelsea watches him in amusement.

“What?” Dave says defensively. “I’ve never met anyone who’s so anti-clothes. It’s so weird.”

He takes her hand and brings it under the blanket. Placed it directly on his semi-hard shaft.” Weird, or Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

awesome?”

She rubs her thumb around the head of his shaft, and then sighs. “Awesome,” she amends.

“So what’d you pick?” He gestures to the TV screen, all the while enjoying the slow, lazy strokes

beneath the blanket.

“Oh, you’ll like this one!” Her hand stills as she turns to beam at me. “It won an Oscar.” A groan slips

out. “No, baby doll. No. I refuse to watch another one of your ‘Oscar winners.'”

She clicks the remote with her free hand, and his eyes widen in delight.

“The Exorcist?” He blurted out. “The fucking Exorcist?” The hand job he was getting doesn’t even

register anymore. He was too pumped that she chose a horror movie, and Little Dave is paying the

price for his non-sexual-based happiness. “See what a good fiance I am? I’m all about the

compromises.” She grins. “This relationship rocks.”

“Damn right it does.” He kisses her cheek and then sucks in a breath when something occurs to him.

“What is it?” she says, concerned.

He turned to her with even wider eyes. “Dear…are we boring?”

Chelsea raised another eyebrow. “Did you really just ask that?”

“Yes, I fucking asked that.” He waved a hand around the room. “Look at us. It’s Friday night, and we’re

on the living room couch, talking about how great our relationship is. That’s the most boring thing we

could be doing.” He sighs loudly. “Is this our life now? Doomed to stay

in and cuddle every night? Is the excitement over?”

“The excitement isn’t over,” she assures him.

“Are you sure? Because it kinda feels like-”

“Hey.” Catherine’s voice cuts him off, and they both look up to see her standing in the doorway

“Yes, dear sister?” He wrinkled his brow. “I thought you were hanging out with the kids tonight.” “Plans

char! “She enters the room, taking in the sight of them under the blanket. “Is Jane around?”

He shook his head. “Nope.”

“Shit.” She drops her hand to her side. Her strained expression is alarming. So is the way she keeps

shifting her feet like she can’t find the right position she wants to be in.

“Everything okay?” Chelsea asks lightly

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Catherine hesitates. “I… Damn it. I was hoping the others would be home so I could tell everyone at

once.”

“Tell us what?” Dave’s uneasiness grows.

“I…uh…” She stops and closes her mouth. She opens her mouth. Stop again. Then she lets out a

breath that sounds like it’s sucked right out of her soul. “I’m having a baby again.”

Silence crashes over the room.

From the corner of Dave’s eye, he saw the wide o of Chelsea’s mouth. Her shock is as palpable as his.

Like an idiot, Dave stares at his sister’s abdomen for a good ten seconds. “You’re having a baby?

Again?” Dave’s mind continues to spin like a carousel. It was never bad news.

Catherine meets his confused eyes and says, “Yes, Dave, and it’s a triplet…”

And beside him, Chelsea starts to laugh.

He swivels his head toward her, but her laughter keeps sputtering out, low and wheezy until finally she

catches her breath and gives me a wry look. “The excitement is over, huh?” The End