The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Dominic

Vanessa's question makes me stop with my hands on my collar, my heart racing faster as I remember exactly what happened.

"No, we didn't use protection."

"Then it's a trap."

"No. I don't think so." I firmly shake my head.

After opening the bathroom while still in her clothes, she pauses and says, "Just because I'm no longer moving around with heavy security because she won't come after me doesn't mean you should just trust her. You're forgetting that things are now different between you two."

"Yes, but she wouldn't do that."

She scoffs. "Keep telling yourself that and you'll be in for a surprise." She closes the bathroom door.

Though I try to ignore it for a while, I just can't seem to forget, so I call Carmella immediately.

"Babe, calling me back already? Are you done with work?"

"We didn't use protection. Did you take care of yourself?"

She bursts into laughter. "Are you seriously asking me that?"

"Just answer the question."

"Of course I did."

"If I find out you're lying to me."

"Babe, come on. You can trust me."

Her tone is a little flirtatious, but that doesn't even excite me in the slightest as I struggle to believe her.

She ends the call from the other side and I drop my phone on the bed, looking at my reflection in the mirror with a heavy breath.

Even as I wait for Vanessa to get ready, I can't stop thinking about it. Carmella better not be lying to me. I can't risk having a baby with her.

I head downstairs to the study just to go over some documents since I'm certain that Vanessa won't be ready anytime soon.

Thirty minutes later, I return to the bedroom, hoping to find her fully dressed up but she's only in her underwear and the matching emerald green makes me smirk a little. She's facing the mirror, giving me the view of her back and I feel a stir in my groin at how the fabric is swallowed up by her ass.

"I'm almost ready," she says without looking at me, not even bothered by my sudden arrival.

"I can see that."

Even though I don't want to, I can't stop looking at her lustfully.

"I spoke to my dad just a few minutes ago. He's coughing some more and I'm worried."

"It was the same thing when I spoke to him yesterday. Do you think the nurse is doing a good job?"

"I think she'll do all she can, but we can't prevent what's coming."

Though she sounds a bit sorrowful and slumps shoulders, she soon straightens up and says, "Patrick called and that was the last conversation I had with him."

"I don't understand."

"I blocked him."

"Good." The thought of it brings me satisfaction as I firmly nod.

"Are you two still talking?" she asks.

"Not since the day I punched him in the face."

She chuckles.

"I'm glad you're staying away from him," I admit to her.

"That's what Mia said."

"Is she single?"

"Who's asking? Frank?" She playfully rolls her eyes.

"Yup."

"Not really."

As she goes on to explain Mia's complicated love life, she leans over the dressing mirror to find some earrings but that just makes the view of her ass swallowing the fabric more enticing as she arches her back a little. Does she even realize what she's doing to me?

When she looks in the mirror again, I instantly look away to make myself busy.

"Hurry up. I should have already been there by now but because you wanted to come with me, I decided to wait."

"Hey, I still took less time to get ready than usual. You have to give me some credit."

I scoff. "You haven't earned that yet. You'll have to be much faster than this."

"Then I guess..."

She suddenly trails off, placing her hand on her lower stomach as she groans in pain.

Panicking, I rush to her. "Hey, what's wrong?"

She places one hand on the surface of the dressing mirror as she twists her face in discomfort.

"Vanessa, what's wrong?" My voice is filled with panic.

"It hurts." She rubs her lower stomach.

Worried, I crouch down in front of her. "Let me see."

I push her hand away, touching her lower stomach myself.

She throws her head back, still looking like she's in pain and all I can think about right now is how I don't want anything to happen to the baby.

"Does it hurt that much?" I ask.

She nods but only a few seconds later, she stops grunting and groaning as intensely as before, and her facial muscles seem to relax a bit more.

"How is it now?" I ask, still rubbing her lower stomach.

"Much better." She sighs with relief.

Her calm state gives me some relief now that she's not in so much discomfort, so I drop my gaze to her lower half, right where I'm rubbing her stomach and it's only now that realize that her pussy is right in my face and the only thing standing in my way is the lace fabric of her underwear. I bite my lip and clench my teeth together, trying so hard not to make this sexual but I just can't help it.

Carried away by her curves and perky breasts in her bra, I continue to gently rub her stomach and look up at her face again. She subtly bites her lip and throws her head back in pleasure. It only gives rise to the pressure in my pants.

Before I lose control and bend her over the dressing mirror, I pull my hand away and turn around as soon as I get up.

"Thanks," she says to me, her breath a little heavy.

"You can get dressed now." It takes everything in me to keep my heavy breathing under control. "If you're no longer up for it, I'll go alone."

"No. I'll be fine," she assures me.

I sigh with worry. "This is the second time that something like this is happening. We need to get you checked."

"I said I'm f-"

"No. I'm not taking any chances and that's final. Now, hurry up so we can leave."

I head straight for the bathroom door, adjusting my pants so nothing is noticeable, but fuck, this is something I won't forget.

Vanessa

After ending the busy day by having dinner at my father's place along with Dominic's parents, we finally come back home and I rush to take off my heels.

With a sigh of relief, I sit down on the bed and examine my feet.

"Next time, just carry a pair of slippers or something," he says to me with concern.

"But I didn't know that-" I stop mid sentence when I look up and find him taking off his pants, his top half already exposed.

Though I look away before he pulls his pants down, I steal glances at him until his pants are all the way down to his ankles. "You were saying?" he asks. He doesn't even look at me.

"Forget it," I shake my head dismissively, trying not to stutter.

Reel.n

As he picks up his clothes, my gaze shifts from his cock to his hands and I find myself thinking about the sensation when he touched me and I was just in my emerald green underwear. I know it was so he could make me feel better but at the same time, it was so sensual that I got a little wet from it, something that's going to be my little secret.

After neatly putting his clothes away, he heads to the bathroom without saying a word and I watch his sculpted figure until the door closes.

I squeeze the pillow beside me as soon as I'm alone, feeling my racing heart. I don't know what's going on but this longing for him is something that makes me question a lot of things, such as how much longer I'll have to control myself when in reality all I want is for him to make love to me.

Just so I don't arouse myself even more, I barely

attention to him when he comes out of the bathroom with a towel covering his lower half.

I step in for my own routine and by the time I come back, he's already in bed, reading a book.

I dress up quickly in my silky night gown that only covers half my thighs, then get in bed as well to read my own book. It's something that I've gotten used to doing by his side even though it hasn't been a week of us sleeping in the same bed.

Despite my efforts to forget his touch and this longing for him, I find myself thinking about it even more and my nipples harden. I'm almost certain he'd be able to see them right now if not for the black fabric.

As I end up playing out what it would've been like yesterday at the beach house and today when he rubbed my stomach, I press my thighs together and can feel myself getting wet.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

It gets me so frustrated that I can't focus on the book, so I close it and get under the covers.

It takes him a few more minutes to finish reading his own, then he turns off the lights and the room turns dark.

Even though I close my eyes to get some sleep, he's still all I can think about and just how badly I want his hands on me.

"Hey," he says.

"Yeah?" I slightly raise my eyebrows while still facing the other side, wondering what he wants to say.

Before he responds, I feel him moving closer and my heart starts racing.

"I don't want a repeat of what happened before we left to see the children, so how about I rub your belly every night before we go to bed?"

His suggestion gives rise to an excitement that I can't explain.

"You really think that's going to make a difference?" I ask without turning to face him.

"Our baby knows that I'm the dad. Don't you remember how you calmed down as soon as I rubbed your belly?"

Though I'm mostly certain that he had nothing to do with how the pain just faded away, I can't deny that I loved the feeling.

"You're right about that." My lips curve into a smile.

"Then come here," he whispers to me.

I scoot backwards until I come in contact with his body.

Gently, he slides his arm along my waist until he gets to my lower stomach and right on top of the silky fabric, he begins to rub in circular motions.

His hot breath on my neck makes

my toes curl up as I close my eyes and I end up arching my back a little, the movement making my ass come in contact with his hard cock. The unexpected sensation makes my eyes grow wide in the dark and his rubbing on my stomach becomes more intense. I don't want it to stop, not with the way he's breathing down my neck and everything that I want right now.

"Tell me when to stop," he whispers dominantly with a hint of lust.

Biting my lip as I intentionally arch my back to feel his hard cock poke my ass again, I say, "Don't stop."