The Beautiful Billionaire

LINDEN What was I thinking? Probably, I wasn’t in the right mind. I was just overwhelmed by the fact that I was making progress in getting my wife back.

I was still stirred by what was happening around us lately. Estelle almost died. I mean, our lives were definitely not normal like everyone else. But if she said yes, I would marry her in an instant. But she neither said yes or no.

We arrived home, and she pretended I didn’t exist and walked inside the house. And here I thought I was making progress.

I take that back.

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Pissed off, I looked at Sax. “Yeah. Why won’t I be?”

“Then what just happened?”

“I wish I knew.” I left him and climbed upstairs. Maybe I should take it back or pretend it never happened. Thankfully, our bedroom door wasn’t locked, so she wasn’t completely shutting me out.

“Estelle?”

“I’m here,” she answered from the nursery. The room wasn’t closed to be done. I found her sitting on the chair with an iPad in her hand.

“I’m probably like a broken record right now, but are you okay?”

She turned to me with a small smile, giving me the iPad. “Yeah. Check this out. Tell me what you think.”

I took it from her. It was the nursery designed in three different pinks. A floral wall pink. The pretty light pink chandelier hung from the ceiling. The name Rae was in white calligraphy decorated with flowers. On the floor was a pink carpet just right in front of the crib on the corner. Beside it was the old rose recliner, the bed was on the left, and the changing table and drawers were on the right.

“This is beautiful, baby.”

“I asked Willa to draw my design. Do you want to change something or add to that?”

I smiled. “No. The design is perfect. I love it. So we call our baby Rae?”

“Yeah.”

“I think it’s beautiful. The name suits her.” I gave her the iPad back.

“I thought so.” She got up. “I’m pretty tired. I’m going to go to bed.”

“Okay.” I turned and left the room. I didn’t know how far the damage I had done, but I was going to correct it.

“I want Gustav to be found.” I met Lynx in the control room.

“What do you wanna do with him then?”

I ignored the question. “Any updates from the DEA?”

“We will have it by tomorrow. Anyway, I got a report from Team Phoenix. The mission was successful.”

“That’s great news.” Quinn was on that team. The mission was to support the brothers-in-arms surrounded by the local arms lord in that area. They were ambushed and outnumbered.

“They’ll be here soon.”

“Thanks, man. Let me know if you have an update on Gustav’s whereabouts.”

“You got it.”

I went back to Estelle. I found her just coming out of the shower, still in their robe. She was even surprised to see me. Her eyes widened a little, gripping the tie a little bit tighter.

“Did I interrupt you or something?”

“No.” Her answer was a little defensive, but her cheeks said otherwise.

“Are you sure? I thought you were blushing.” I tried to hide my smile, but she saw it, narrowing her eyes at me.

“I was just trying to shave my legs but couldn’t do it anymore. Am I that big?” She motioned at herself.

“No,” I replied confidently as I held her hand, taking her back to the bathroom. “All your weight gain is just on your tummy.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“Why would I lie to you?”

“Where are you taking me?”

“Help you shave your legs.”

“No. It’s okay. It’s not urgent.” When she tried to pull her hand back, I tightened the grip.

“Let me help you, Estelle. It’s my fault why you can’t shave your legs. I knocked you up. The least I could do is help you, even as simple as shaving.” I let her sit on the bench before I went to get her shaver and cream on the cabinet.

“Are you sure you know what to do?”

I smirked. “I let you trim my beard, and you can’t trust me with your legs?” I checked the label of the cream as I sat on the floor. “Is this safe?”

“Yeah.”

I applied a good amount of her leg. The hair wasn’t even long, but she was just self-conscious. I didn’t give a damn about women’s hair. It was expected and part of the body, but it was a plus if there was no hair on their private part.

I put her foot on my knee so that I could shave her leg well. She fixed her robe to make sure I wouldn’t see her pussy. I knew she was still naked beneath what she was wearing. I could even see the valley between her tits. Her nipples were prominent against the robe.

Estelle had a pretty pair of long and toned legs. I started running the razor over her skin and finished it quickly. I did the same to her other leg.

“Let’s wash your legs.”

“I’m lazy. I think it’s good.”

“Why do you want to shave your legs? Do you have a date or something?”

“Yeah. I have.”

“Good. Let’s wash them before your date, smell the cream on your legs, and think you did it for him. Lucky bastard.” I lifted her and carried her bridal style, making her yelp.

“I can walk, you know.”

“You just said you were lazy.” I took her to the bathtub, grabbed the spray, and washed her legs. “You should take care of these. They’re perfect legs.”

“What’s with your obsession with my legs, Gabriel?”

“Not only your legs. Pretty much every part of you.”

“Wow. Pretty much. So there’s something you don’t like in me?”

“Your stubbornness.”

She rolled her eyes as she sat on the edge of the bathtub. Once I was done, I carried her again.

“I think I’m a little spoiled for today. And you’re not busy, and come here to help me shave.” She wrapped her arm around my shoulder.

I looked at her. She was amused. “I will do anything and give you everything.”

I put her down on the bed and crawled to her side, making sure I wouldn’t press her tummy.

“I need to change. I’m completely naked under this, Gabriel.”

“That’s the whole point.” I pulled the tie of her robe.

“Gabriel.” She protested, trying to cover her chest but not her whole body.

I slipped my hands on her thighs to lift her robe. I was right. She was bare. I pulled the robe up, revealing her baby bump. I placed both of my palms and planted kisses on her abdomen. Her muscles contracted. I watched her bite her bottom lip. The grip on the robe tightened.

I moved my lips down just below her belly button.

“What the hell are you doing?” she asked, but she wasn’t mad as she pressed her thighs together.

“Open your legs.”

“No.”

“Baby, open your legs, please?”

“I’m not going to have sex with you. You won’t probably do that once you see my inner thighs.”

“We won’t have sex today, baby. Why won’t you open your thighs for me to see? Because the skin darkens? It’s normal, Estelle. I read it in a book.”

“You should stop reading that crap.”

I smiled. “I also read that most pregnant women enjoy sex during their first and second trimester. They have a high libido.”

She groaned. “Well, you should know that I’m not like most women. I’m not crawling into you, am I?”

“Then open your legs. Do you also need shaving down there?”

“Oh, my God,” she exclaimed with a little exaggeration. “I waxed, okay? After my pregnancy, I’m getting laser. And I will kick your face if you won’t stop embarrassing me.”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s normal. A dark inner thigh won’t change the way I feel about you. Now be a good wife and open your legs.”

“God. You’re so annoying.”

When she didn’t resist, I held her legs and spread them apart. Her pussy was bare. Yeah, the skin darkened a bit, and she’d sacrificed her body for our child, and it didn’t change the fact that I loved her and would still eat her.

“Happy?”

“Are you kidding me? Of course. I missed my pussy.”

“You’re so crude.” Her scowl deepened.

I moved my head between her legs and kissed her inner thighs. I heard her groan, but not in protest. She was sensitive and responsive before. She was even more right now.

“Oh, God.” She moaned at the first lave of my tongue on her pussy. Voluntarily, she spread her legs apart, showing me the good part. My dick came alive.

“You still taste the same, baby.” I didn’t waste any moment. I spread her pussy lips and flattened my tongue as I lapped her. Then I captured it with my mouth with a good suckle. I ignored how painful my cock was in my jeans.

She writhed, fisted my hair, and bucked her hips against my face. I knew she missed me, and she missed this. I missed her. She wouldn’t just admit it. I groaned in approval and satisfaction. I glided my tongue into her pussy, fucking her until she threw her head back, letting go of a long moan.

Fuck. Her orgasm came so fast and intense that she didn’t see it coming. Her body just stiffened and then shuddered-the gush of her release flooded my mouth.

Once I was done lapping her clean, I lifted my head. She was breathing hard, staring at the ceiling, but with a smile on her face.

“That was fast.”

“I hate you right now.” She blushed deeper.

I smirked. My ego is bigger than Texas. “Wait. You want another orgasm?”

“Screw you, Gabriel. One orgasm doesn’t change the fact that you hurt me.”

“I know, my love.”