Page 73 of My Horrible Arranged Marriage (Bancroft Billionaire Brothers #20)

MINA

T hree Months Later

It was chilly in New York. Fall had come with lots of rain.

The city was covered in gray and it could have put me in a dreary mood, but I couldn’t be sad or gloomy.

I was happy. Ecstatic. Life was good. I stepped out of the car in front of the building that housed the new offices for the Bancroft nonprofit.

“I’ll text when I’m ready,” I said to the driver.

He nodded once before he merged back into traffic. I wrapped the coat around me a little tighter. A cool breeze snaked up and washed over my skin. It felt like the right kind of day to make a bold move. Something sweet. Something just a little bit wicked.

I woke up horny, which seemed to be a permanent state of mind the last couple of months.

I was sporting quite the baby bump, but so far, that had not turned down the heat on my sex life with Isaac.

He worshiped my growing body. I didn’t feel the least bit self-conscious about my increasing size. He made me feel beautiful.

Isaac had started his new position at the nonprofit a couple months ago. He was killing it. They were raking in donations and had just recently broke ground on a rehab facility that catered to those that couldn’t afford Betty Ford or any rehab for that matter.

It was a big deal, even by Bancroft standards.

Isaac had found his stride. He was all grown up and I loved it.

He didn’t typically wear a suit unless he was trying to impress investors.

Even in his company polo and slacks he looked hot.

It was so hard to let him walk out the door in the morning.

I couldn’t count the number of times he ended up late because I had to get in a morning quickie.

I was so damn proud of Isaac I could burst. But also?

I missed him. He’d left early and wouldn’t be home until late and I couldn’t wait. I had needs.

“That’s on you, Bean” I whispered. “You make mommy’s hormones go crazy.”

Which was why I stood now in front of a Manhattan skyscraper wearing nothing under my buttoned-up winter coat but a lace bra, a matching pair of panties, and my big baby bump.

I had my big, dark sunglasses on and probably looked like one of the many models and celebrities that moved about these streets.

It wasn’t necessarily a disguise, but it was part of the look. A very intentional look.

Sexy, defiant, and full of hormones. Just how I liked it.

Isaac had no idea I was coming. I walked into the receptionist’s line of sight and smiled warmly.

“Hi there,” I said, adjusting the knot of my scarf with faux innocence. “I’m here to see Isaac Bancroft. He’s expecting me.”

A tiny lie. He always wanted to see me. The receptionist looked me over, one brow arching like she sensed something was up. The coat was probably a little overkill. It wasn’t that cold, but given what I was wearing…

“I’ll let him know you’re here,” she said.

She was new. Otherwise I would have been told to go right in. She didn’t know me but she would.

“Thanks,” I said, shifting on my heels. The coat brushed against my bare thighs as I moved to look at the new pictures of Isaac and his brothers holding silver shovels in the groundbreaking ceremony.

I fought the urge to giggle. I’d never done anything quite like this before.

But pregnancy had turned me into a very specific breed of bold.

The kind that was madly in love with my fiancé, wildly hormonal, and more confident than I’d ever been in my body.

I would so pose naked on a magazine cover.

“Miss, you can go on back. Corner office, all the way down the hall. He’s free.”

I smiled and gave her a knowing wink. “Thank you.” I paused and pulled down my sunglasses. “By the way, I’m Mina. Isaac’s fiancée.”

Her mouth dropped open. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know! I’ve seen a picture of you, but you, uh, you looked different.”

I flashed her a grin. “I looked not pregnant.” I laughed. “It’s fine. You’ll be seeing more of me.”

She bobbed her head up and down. “Of course.”

I headed down the hall, the click of my heels echoing across the floor. The walls were filled with framed accolades and sleek photos of Bancrofts doing Bancroft things—holding checks, cutting ribbons, shaking hands. Power practically leaked from the drywall.

But all I cared about was the man at the end of the hallway.

Isaac’s office door was cracked open. I heard the low sound of his voice as he wrapped up what sounded like a call.

“Yes, we’ll send someone over to look at the property.”

His tone was cool, measured. All business.

“Thanks. Talk soon.”

Click.

I pushed the door open slowly, my heart thudding.

Isaac was at his desk, his jacket off, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened.

He looked so damn good it was unfair. He’d worn a suit today.

I loved Isaac naked. Loved him in a pair of faded jeans and a tee.

But in a tailored suit? My ovaries were begging for another one of his babies.

He looked up and his entire expression changed.

“Mina?”

“Hey, boss man,” I said, shutting the door behind me and locking it with a soft click.

His brow furrowed, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought I’d stop by. Check on my hardworking fiancé.”

He stood, already walking toward me, his smile spreading. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

“Am I?” I asked innocently, reaching for the belt of my coat. “Because I brought a surprise.”

His eyes dropped to my hands as I slowly undid the knot and let the front fall open.

Isaac’s entire body froze. His gaze locked onto my nearly naked body. He stared at my boobs that were absolutely stunning lately. They were cradled in a bra I’d bought specifically for this purpose. The panties were probably a little less visible given the girth around my middle.

He let out a stunned, reverent breath. “Holy shit.”

“I missed you,” I purred.

He looked at me like he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming.

“I might cry,” he murmured, hands moving to cup the sides of my face before sliding down to my waist. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?”

“I have some idea.”

He kissed me. His mouth slammed against mine. I inhaled the scent of his cologne. My body immediately reacted to being in close proximity to him. His hands swept down, fingers splaying gently across my belly, and his forehead rested against mine.

“God, I missed you today.”

“I missed you too.”

“You look…” He swallowed, jaw tight. “Jesus, you look like a goddess.”

I laughed breathlessly. “I feel like one thanks to you.”

“I never really thought of a pregnant woman as sexy, but holy shit. You make me so hard.”

I kissed him, reveling in the feeling of his lips against mine.

Our tongues danced together. I moaned softly into his mouth as he explored every inch of it.

His hands were roaming over my body, caressing and squeezing in just the right spots.

The sensations were intense. I didn’t know if it was the daring entry into his office that had me fired up or just being naked near him. I arched against him, needing more.

He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my jawline to my neck. His touch sent shivers of pleasure coursing through me. I could feel him hard against my lower stomach.

I whispered his name, unable to find the words to express how much I wanted him.

“Mina,” he groaned against my skin. “You drive me insane. You look so beautiful like this.”

His words sent fresh desire burning through my veins. I loved hearing him say those things about me. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer, feeling our bodies mold together.

He nibbled on my earlobe. “I’m going to make love to you right here.”

“I hoped you would say that,” I murmured.

He slowly unfastened my bra and slid it off my shoulders, his hands gliding over my bare skin.

My breath hitched as he cupped my sensitive breasts, his thumbs stroking my nipples.

I arched into his touch, unable to control the needy moans escaping my lips.

He undid the button on his slacks and pulled down the zipper, freeing his erection.

I reached down and took him in my hand, stroking him gently. He groaned loudly with his head dropping back for a few seconds. “Thank you gods above,” he whispered.

“Why are you thanking them?” I asked. “I’m the one with my hand around your dick.”

He laughed and shook his head. “Because some deity saw fit to put you in my life.”

I couldn’t help but feel powerful knowing that I was the one making him feel this way.

I pushed down his pants, suddenly anxious to get my hands all over him.

He slowly backed me up until I felt the desk behind me.

His fingers hooked in my panties and pushed them down.

I stepped out of them, leaving me completely nude with only my heels on.

“I thought you weren’t wearing heels anymore,” he murmured against my neck.

“Today was a special occasion,” I replied.

He lifted me and dropped me on his desk. I squirmed a little and pushed away some of the paperwork. I didn’t know who was going to be putting their hands on those papers, but I didn’t think anyone wanted to be touching my bare ass.

I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but the thought of having Isaac inside me again was driving me wild.

He positioned himself between my legs and slowly pushed inside with no preamble.

I didn’t need foreplay. I’d been wet and ready since he rolled out of bed that morning.

I arched my back and moaned as he filled me up.

He started moving slowly, his eyes locked on mine.

“I love you, Mina,” he whispered against my lips. “So much.”

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer. “I love you too,” I breathed back.

He picked up the pace, his hips slamming against mine. The desk creaked under our weight. I bit my lip, trying to stifle my moans as the pleasure consumed me. He was silky hard and oh so fucking amazing. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as he took me harder.

“Isaac!” I moaned his name as I came apart beneath him.

I was vaguely aware of the busy office beyond that door and tried to keep my voice down.

My nails scratched down his back, leaving marks that would become badges of honor for a man like him.

He was always sporting war wounds. And he loved it.

I loved looking at it but I always told myself to be gentler.

He followed me moments later into sweet bliss, his body shuddering as he released himself inside me.

His head rested against my forehead, breathing heavy. I couldn’t believe what we had just done. But the feeling of being wanted and desired by him was indescribable.

“Holy shit,” he muttered against my hair. “That was insane.”

I laughed softly, still catching my breath. “I know right? But it was so worth it.”

He kissed the top of my head. “I love you, Mina. Thank you for coming here. I like surprises like this.”

“Anytime,” I whispered. “Now help me get dressed before someone walks in.”

We shared a laugh before he helped me gather my bra and panties. We quickly fixed his suit and got ourselves presentable.

“Come home early,” I whispered. “I have a few more surprises waiting.”

He growled softly. “Are any of them going to involve more lingerie?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

He grinned and kissed me again. “I’ll be home by five.”

“Make it four-thirty. I don’t want to schlepp through Manhattan naked again.”

He chuckled. “Woman, what the hell were you thinking?”

“I was thinking I needed you and I know how busy you are. This was more efficient.”

He rolled his eyes. “Please tell me you didn’t take a cab here?”

“I’m not that brave,” I said dryly. “Michael is waiting in the car.”

“Thank God. Keep that coat on tight.”

“Done.”

I stepped back, tightening my coat once more as I prepared to leave his office.

As I walked out, I heard him sigh heavily, and when I glanced over my shoulder, he was still standing there, smiling like he’d just won the damn lottery with that goofy, boyish grin on his face.

I didn’t tell him he might want to comb his hair.

He had that just-fucked look. It would be a good reminder to all the women in the office that I might have been very pregnant, but I kept my man satisfied.