The Executive’s Affair Trilogy Bundle (Trinity, Desire, Unconditional) (11 page)

She wrapped her legs around his waist, tucking her heels under his ass. "Yes, yes," she chanted.

“I’ve been thinking about being inside of you all day,” he whispered as he thrust into her.

She tightened her legs around him and dug her nails into the flesh of his back. Her tight pussy sucking him deeper into her, milking him, riding his thrusts was going to drive him mad it felt so damn good. He steadily and skillfully pushed her to the edge of insanity before retreating to a slower more controlled movement. His thrusts were shallow, diabolical and torturous.

“Look at me, love,” he said as he felt her start to lose control beneath him. Her eyes opened, and the love he saw staring back at him made both his heart and his cock swell. He groaned and fought to hold back his release. It was too soon. He wanted to savor this moment. To savor her; the feel of her legs wrapped around him, the feel of her hot wet pussy surrounding his cock, the sound of his name coming from her lips.

"Laszlo." Her voice was but a whimper. "I need…oh, God, yeah, please. I…"

"What do you need, love? Hmm?" His lips pressed against hers, tasting her raging desire. He didn't need her to tell him what she needed. He could feel it, feel her tightening around him. She was going to come and damn if he wasn’t going to do the same. His cock grew inside of her, ready to explode with his release. “Fuck...” he growled as he put his weight into his arms, pushing into her harder until she was literally screaming his name. "This what you need, baby?"

"Yes!" she screamed.

Impaling her with one final hard thrust, her juices showered his already sensitive cock seconds before he exploded. He jerked inside of her, his dick spurting his seed into her dark warmth. Her arms locked around his neck, his rested on either side of her head as her juices mixed with his semen in a wave of raw bliss. A maelstrom of eroticism rained upon their senses as the world melted down around them.

He shuddered, collapsed his body on to hers, and buried his face in her hair. Once he'd caught his breath, he readjusted his weight back into his arms and looked down at her. "Are you okay?" Since he'd learned she was pregnant, he worried about being too rough or hurting her during sex.

Trinity smiled. "I'm so much better than okay."

Laszlo breathed a sigh of relief and eased out of her. He rolled onto his back and brought her with him. There was no way in hell he was letting go of her tonight. Trinity laid her head on his chest and draped her arm over his stomach. Then she yawned. He squeezed her closer to him and kissed the top of her head. "Get some sleep, love."

Trinity awoke feeling sore in all the right places, for all the right reasons. She stretched and opened her eyes. Laszlo was sitting up beside her, legs extended, and his laptop propped up in front of him. She wiggled closer to him and slid her hand beneath the blanket, finding his leg and coursing her hand up the length of it. Her gaze was focused on him, watching and waiting for him to react. Without a word, he slowly turned his head toward her, cocked a brow, and gave her a faint smile. God, she loved that look. It radiated raw sex appeal. "Morning," she mumbled.

Laszlo closed his laptop and put in on the night stand. He slid down so that they were lying face to face, his arm enveloped her side, and he pulled her to him. "Good morning, love."

She smiled at the little endearment that she'd grown to adore. "I take it you're not going to the office today?"

"No." He shook his head. "I thought we could spend the day together. We need to talk about some things."

Trinity sighed with agitation. "If this is about yesterday, I told you I was sorry. And I swear it won't happen again."

"It's not about yesterday," he assured her. "We need to start planning the wedding."

"Really?" She smiled broadly. The idea of spending an entire day planning their wedding was amazing. God, she loved this man so much. The mere thought of not being with him…it was too much to handle.

He laughed. "Yeah, I met with Natasha yesterday and she thinks…what's that look for?" he asked.

Trinity rolled her eyes, moved away from him, and sat up. Natasha. God, she hated that woman. She was Laszlo's publicist, and apparently she was his personal advisor too. Natasha was gorgeous—model-like height with looks to match, olive skin, jet black hair, and emerald green eyes, curves that any woman would kill for and large breasts. Natasha and Laszlo had a "thing" before Trinity had come into his life, but Trinity wasn't convinced that Natasha respected that. In fact, Trinity would be
t money that Natasha was still after Laszlo. And that terrified her. Natasha seemed perfect for Laszlo. She had the looks, the class, the connections, the social skills—everything that Trinity seemed to lack.

Laszlo reached for her. "What's the matter, love?"

She jerked out of his reach as an unsettling thought settled in her mind. Is that why Laszlo hadn't been available to take her calls yesterday—because he'd been with Natasha? A wave of nausea overcame her. She took several deep breaths, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth. When it passed, she turned to look at Laszlo. "What exactly does Natasha think?"

"That we should wait until after the baby is born to get married. She thinks if we rush to get married now, it will look like a shotgun wedding."

Of course she did. Trinity wasn't stupid. She knew Natasha didn't want this wedding to happen, and Natasha was going to do everything in her power to stop it. Trinity stood and slipped her robe on, tying it tightly around her waist. "And what do you think?"

"Well, I think she knows what she's talking about. I hate to say it, but my image is so closely tied to many of my business dealings that I'm afraid if we mess this up it'll affect other things."

Trinity glared at him. She never understood why he was so damn obsessed with his image. "What if I tell you I don't want to wait? That I want to get married next weekend?" She didn't really want to get married next weekend, but she didn't want to wait until after the baby either.

He stood and pulled on a pair of boxer shorts. "I'd ask you to talk to Natasha. She can explain all of this better than I can."

"I don't want to talk to Natasha," she snapped.

"Hey." Laszlo came around the foot of the bed and pulled Trinity into his arms. He kissed her forehead. "Where's all this animosity coming from?"

Trinity put her hands on his waist, rested her forehead on his chest, and closed her eyes. She wanted to be upset with him, but it was impossible when he held her like that. "I'm sorry," she sighed. "It's just…I always imagined when I had kids, it would be after I was married. I don't want my kids to grow up like I did."

Laszlo reached under her chin and tilted her head to look at him. He held her gaze, searching her eyes as if looking for some hidden truth, and then he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her slowly, softly. "Okay," he whispered against her lips. "We can get married as soon as you want."

She pulled back and looked at him. "Really?"

He smiled. "Yes. I'll call and have the jet fueled. We can fly to Vegas today if you want."

Tears sprang to her eyes and spilled down her face. "Thank you." Her lips trembled as she spoke. "I don't want to go to Vegas today, but I don't want to wait nine months either. I was thinking maybe next month." More tears streaked down her face. What if he said no? What if Trinity was pushing him too hard?

"Please don't cry," he said, wiping her tears away. "This is supposed to be a happy time."

Trinity smiled weakly and nodded. "I know."

"Then it's settled. We'll get married next month."

"What about Natasha?" her voice was filled with contempt, hatred, and jealousy.

"She'll have to deal with it. I'm not marrying her; I'm marrying you." He once again pulled her into his arms, one hand was wrapped around her back, and the other held the back of her head. "
You're the woman I love. You're the woman I want to spend my life with, no one else, just you and me and our baby."

Trinity's breath caught in her throat. It amazed her how he knew exactly what to say, as if he'd peeked into her brain and heart and saw the jealousy and insecurity eating away at her. "I love you so much." Those words didn't come close to conveying how she truly felt about him.

"Get dressed. There's something I want to show you," he said.

"Can I shower first?"

He grinned. "Now that sounds like a good idea."

Trinity giggled as Laszlo took her hand and led her into the bathroom. He quickly started the shower, removed his boxers and her robe, and then helped her into the shower. They'd only showered together a handful of times, and each time had been highly erotic. Based on the way he spun her around and pressed his lips to hers, she had no doubts this time would be just like all the others. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, loving the purely masculine taste of him, loving how his tongue explored her mouth, and how his erection pressed into her bare stomach. Trinity moaned, and he kissed her harder. His lips left hers and trailed kisses down her neck while his hand made its way between her legs. A single finger pushed on her clit, eliciting a cry of pleasure from her. That same finger slide into her, and she bucked against his hand in a demand for more. He didn't disappoint. His fingers worked in and out of her while his thumb circled her clit. She pulled his face back to her and kissed him hard on the lips, biting at his tongue and bottom lip.

Laszlo pushed her up against the wall. Trinity put her foot on the corner rim to give him better access. Her hips involuntarily surged forward with each stroke of his fingers. The insatiable desire to have sex all the time, to have orgasm after orgasm, to have a want so intense it burned her alive, was hands down the best part of the pregnancy. She couldn't get enough of him, of his kisses, his caresses, his fingers, and his cock. She loved it!  She thrived on it. Trinity grasped his arms and dug her nails into his biceps as her orgasm ripped her apart from the inside out. She screamed and bucked and writhed. As always, Laszlo was in tune with her body, his fingers were relentless, drawing out her orgasm, prolonging the extreme pleasure only he could give her. "Laszlo," she panted his name and shivered.

"Yeah, that's it, love" he crooned at her ear, nipping at the soft lobe.

Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she was powerless to do anything except melt into his arms, which held her firmly against his hard body.

He removed his fingers from her and brought them to his mouth. "Mmm," he said sucking her juices from them. "You taste so sweet, Trin." And then he lowered his fingers to her pussy again and dipped another one inside, dragging it up the length of her lips before bringing it her mouth. He rubbed it over her lips. "Taste yourself."

Hesitantly, she parted her lips and took his finger into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip. This wasn't the first time Laszlo had done that, but it was still so erotic and heady to taste her own juices. For a moment she worried that it would induce another wave of nausea. Thankfully it didn't. Laszlo yanked his finger away and replaced it with his tongue, kissing her with a frenzied desperation.  He reached between their bodies, and she sucked in a breath at the feel of his cock pressing against her opening. He nipped at her bottom lip, and she leaned forward to meet him, eager to have him inside of her as soon as possible. She moaned loudly when he entered her. His cock was so large. It felt bigger, thicker, than normal. "Lasz," she whimpered unsure her legs would hold her up for the duration.

"Put your legs around me." She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he held her by the ass, her body pinned between him and the shower wall. "Fuck," he groaned.

"God yes," she said on a long breath. Trinity speared her fingers in his hair. His wet strands were like silk between her fingers. With slow controlled movements he began to thrust—all the way in, and then all the way out, until just the head remained tucked into her folds. He repeated this several times until she was practically begging him to fuck her harder and faster. The slow steady pace was delicious torture, but she was ready for more. She needed it.

"Shit, Trin, I just can't get enough of you." He crushed his mouth over hers and kissed her hard as he increased his thrusts. "Fuck you feel so fucking good."

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She was practically screaming. Laszlo had never been shy about talking dirty to her during sex, but he seemed to really let loose when they were in the shower. It ratcheted her desire for him, to hear such vulgar words said with so much love. "Laszlo, I'm gonna—"

"Do it, love. Come for me. I want to feel you come all over my cock."

The back of her head fell against the shower wall with a thud. She bit down on her bottom lip so hard she swore she tasted blood. "Fuck!" she screamed as a second orgasm crashed over her harder than the first one had. Her knees were shaking and her back ached, but it was still too good to stop. Despite Laszlo's face being contorted into a grimace, and his jaw clenched he continued to fuck her. Trinity could feel his cock swelling and stretching her even more than he already was. It was glorious. By the time she crested the peak of her third orgasm, Laszlo was spilling his hot seed deep into her.

He rested his head on her shoulder and shuddered. "Holy fuck," he said.

Trinity sighed. "My God," she said on an exhaled breath. "Will we ever get enough of this?"

"I sure as hell hope not." He kissed her softly on the mouth and eased out of her, gently setting her legs back down.

"Me too."

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"What is this place?" Trinity asked with awe as she looked around. It was some sort of park; that much she knew. There was an ornately carved gazebo standing in the center of the clearing, which was surrounded by large weeping willow trees and fully bloomed apple blossom trees. A small pond was to the right of the gazebo. It was picturesque, with cattails and ducks. Birds chirped loudly and squirrels hurried up and down the trees, giving the secluded spot a certain fairytale-like quality. It was absolutely breathtaking. Trinity stood in one spot and slowly turned in a circle trying to take in all the scenery.

"My dad used to bring me here when I was a kid. We'd sit for hours and feed the ducks and talk. I found out after he died that he'd bought this piece of property from the town with the understanding that he'd maintain it, but it could never be open for public use. It was always our special place," Laszlo said as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. He kissed her temple. "I've never brought anyone here before."

Trinity leaned into his embrace, resting her head on his chest. Tears threatened to ruin the moment. She drew a shaky breath. "So, why did you bring me here now?" she whispered.

"Because I want to marry you here, Trin."

She slowly turned around in his arms and faced him. The look in his eyes, the softness in his face, it was too much and her well-hidden tears spilled free. Crying all the time was getting really old, really fast. She hoped that this too would pass as the pregnancy progressed.

"I hate to see you cry, love." He wiped away her tears.

"I'm sorry. I’m just…you've made me so happy."

Laszlo smiled down at her. "Does this mean you'll marry me here?"

Trinity nodded. "It's beautiful and perfect."

He dipped his head and kissed her. "So are you," he whispered against her lips. He took her by the hand and walked toward the gazebo. "I figure we can say our vows here, and we can set up chairs out there," he motioned toward the clearing where they'd just been standing, "and, if you want, we can set up a few tents over there," he pointed out behind the gazebo, "for the reception."

She watched him with a smile on her face. It warmed her heart to hear him talk so passionately about their wedding—it meant he'd been thinking about it, thinking about the day that they'd vow to love each other forever, the first day of the rest of their lives together. How had she gotten so lucky to have a man like Laszlo love her? She woke up every day terrified that it had all just been a dream.