Page 108 of The Reluctant Billionaire

It seems I’m also good at putting babies in her.

I clamber over the bed towards her as she throws the bottle down onto the sheets and stretches, combing her fingers through her damp hair so she can pull it up into a big, messy bun on the top of her head. Happily, this affords me a fucking excellent view.

If I thought the version of Lotta I met two years ago was hot, this version of her is mind-blowing. Pregnancy has taken those curves that brought me to my knees at the community centre and put them on steroids. At eighteen weeks along, our baby girl has her stomach swollen into a perfect, smooth, bronzed bump.

Yeah. We’re having a girl.

A little baby girl who I just know will look exactly like her mother.

Told you I’m fucked.

And if Lotta’s bump has me obsessed, don’t get me started on her tits. They are a fucking miracle. They’ve grown three cup sizes already, and I cannot keep my hands off them. Her nipples are bigger, too, and slightly darker. They are quite simply the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.

This time, we went bra shopping together. Lotts thought it would be hilarious to go to Harrods, given my experience there, so I humoured her.

Yeah, we saw Audrey again.

Yeah, she remembered me, even though it’d beentwo fucking yearssince the incident I’d tried to carve out of my memory. I know this because she pointed a finger at me and saidI remember youwhile my wife snorted beside me. Lotta then proceeded to wrap Audrey around her little finger while they went off to the fitting rooms together and left me hanging around the lingerie, trying not to look too much like a pervert.

Afterwards, Lotts informed me that Audrey, disloyal little horror that she was, had recounted the entire story to her and told Lotta she’d never seen a man in such a state. Apparently they had a great laugh at my expense, which I’m sure I deserved.

These days, the only lingerie I buy her is stuff with a lot of holes in it. Stuff thatenhancesour sex life.

I reach her on my knees and tilt my face up for a kiss.

‘Morning,’ she says right before she kisses me, and that single word is filled with love and affection. She rakes one hand through my hair and scratches my beard lightly with the other.

‘How are my girls?’ I ask, releasing her mouth and crouching so I can kiss my way down between her tits and wish my baby girl good morning.

‘We’re good,’ she says dreamily. Her hands roam downwards, stroking my shoulders. We stay like that for a moment, me with my head bowed in worship against the shapely swell of her belly, marvelling at the fact that my two favourite humans exist in one sublime body.

‘I had an idea,’ she says, and I raise my head to look at her. She’s fresh-faced and glowing, and she’s never looked so beautiful to me as she does in this moment.

‘Yeah?’ I palm her bump, though I can’t feel anything. Lotta’s started feeling some tiny internal flutters—she said they feel like goldfish flipping inside her—but it’ll be a while before I’ll be able to experience our child moving inside her.

‘Mmm-hmm. Sit down here.’

She pats the edge of the bed and takes a step away from me. I plant my arse, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and watching with great interest as she sinks to her knees in front of my angry erection. Even pregnant, she’s graceful.

Blow job, I think as she guides my knees apart so she can close the gap between us.Little beauty.But she reaches past me for the bottle of body lotion and holds it up for me. ‘Lube up myboobs,’ she says, a smile playing at the corners of those luscious lips of hers. ‘You know what to do.’

Fuck, yes.Tit wanks are definitely something my beautiful wife has treated me to in the past, but with her tits so engorged at the moment, they’ve reached another level of pleasure for me. Happily, they’re even more erogenous for her during her pregnancy, so she loves it too.

Yeah. I know what to do.I shake the bottle upside down and open it, feverishly squeezing a huge blob of lotion onto my hand with a wet farting noise that makes Lotta laugh.

‘You in a hurry?’

‘For you?’ I reply. ‘Yep.’

I toss the bottle and rub my palms together before putting them on her tits.

Fuck, they’re glorious.

They’re heavy and ripe in my hands. I smear the lotion over them before scooping. Weighing. Smoothing the crease underneath. I work over her nipples with my thumbs as I let my mouth brush over her hair, and she groans below me. I drag a hand between them, making sure that space is nice and slippery for my cock. If I wasn’t dangerously close to blowing already, I’d happily do this all day, or for as long as Lotts let me.

‘I think they’re good to go,’ she says with a laugh, and I kiss her head smilingly.

‘Oh. Yeah.’