CASSANDRA
Cassandra’s eyes flutter open to the morning light. Her stomach churns with nausea, and Emilio’s heavy arm draped around her waist isn’t helping. She tries to gently move his hand, but it’s like trying to shift a boulder.
Why does he have to be so big? She thinks, trying to keep her nauseat bay,
“Emilio?” she whispers, attempting to lift his arm.
He stirs, asking. “What’s wrong?”
“I need to go to the bathroom, but your arm is so heavy I can’t move it.”
She gives Emilio a smile, and he returns it. She wants to
nts to tell him she’s pregnant. It’s good news, isn’t it?
Emilio pulls her close, kissing her softly before releasing her. The sound of Alex fussing through the baby monitor breaks their
“I’ll check on him.” Emilio says.
Cassandra gets out of bed and rushes to the bathroom, trying to keep her nausea under control. Maybe she should have some peppermint or ginger tea. If she gets sick now, Emilio will definitely get suspicious.
She takes a quick shower and changes into a two–piece suit. After applying her makeup, she slips into her heels and ties her hair into a neat chignon at the nape of her neck.
Downstairs. Emilio and Alex are already up and about. Just like yesterday, Emilio has bathed and fed their son. He’s not dressed for work, though.
“Aren’t you going to work today?” she asks, making herself some tea. Food is out of the question this early.
“I’m working from home today, so you don’t need to take Alex to daycare. I’ll be here.”
Cassandra joins them in the living room. “Are you sure? Won’t he distract you while you’re working?”
“No, I want to spend some time with him.”
“Okay. I’ll try to leave work early so I can join you guys.”
“We’ll be waiting.”
Cassandra kisses Alex’s forehead and is about to leave when Emilio grabs her wrist, pulling her towards him. He brings her face close to his, their eyes locked.
“I have “Her words are cut
cut off by his kiss. Several minutes later, she manages to say, breathlessly, “I…I have to go, Emilio.” “I’m not stopping you,” he whispers against her lips.
Cassandra can feel her knees weakening and her body responding to his touch. It takes all her self–control to pull away from him. “I’ll see you guys later.”
She rushes to the elevator before she loses all her willpower and ends up naked under him.
Despite her recent fatigue, Cassandra’s sexual appetite has increased, and so has her love. She needs to talk to someone and get some advice about her pregnancy.
During her lunch break, Cassandra calls Beth and asks her to meet at a nearby café. Five minutes later, she’s sipping on a cup of tea when Beth walks in. Cassandra, seated at the back, stands up and waves to her
Once Beth is seated, she says, “Cassandra, how are you? I was surprised when you called.”
A waiter comes and takes Beth’s order. Then Cassandra says. “I’m sorry if I disturbed you. I just needed someone to talk to.” “No, work wents “No, work wasn’t too busy.” Beth touches her hand. “Is everything okay? You sound stressed.”
You sound
pregnant!” she blurts out, “And I haven’t told Emilio yet. The guilt is eating me up; I can’t keep it a secret anymore.” “Why don’t you just tell him?”
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They sit in silence for a moment, then Beth says, “If you put it like that, he might think you did this on purpose. But keeping quiet is only making things worse. You can’t hide this from him forever.”
“I know. I just don’t know what to do. Everything is such a mess.”
“Talk to him. I’m sure he’ll understand. Some things are out of our control. He’s a very understanding man, and he’s just as responsible for this as you are.”
Cassandra sighs again. “Your nephew is something else. There’s no winning with him. He won’t think for a second that he’s also responsible he thinks I’m still on the pill.”
“Everything will work out,” Beth says. “How about you two come for dinner at our place? I’ll have Luis call Emilio, and we’ll pretend we never had this conversation.”
“Thanks, Beth. I know you don’t owe me any loyalty since you’re Emilio’s aunt, and I’m sorry for putting you in this difficult situation.”
“You’re family, and family is there for each other through hard times. Take care of yourself and the baby; everything else will fall into place.” After a moment, Beth asks, “Have you seen a doctor to find out how far along you are?”
“I’m about seven weeks.”
“Even more reason to take it easy. You want to avoid stress at this early stage. Tell Emilio anything. Remember, the baby can sense and feel every emotion of yours.”
when you’re ready, and don’t feel guilty about
Cassandra glances at her new diamond wristwatch, a gift from Emilio. Her initials and his are engraved on the back. He can be so romantic when he wants to be. “I have to go now, Beth–my lunch break is over–but I appreciate the talk. I’m looking forward to secing you tonight.”
Beth nods, and Cassandra leaves.
The day at work flies by. She hasn’t felt sick since her morning tea, and her thoughts keep wandering to her husband and son, curious about what they’re up to.
When Cassandra gets back to the penthouse that afternoon, it’s peaceful. She sets her bag down on the coffee table in the living room and heads upstairs. Their bedroom is empty, so she slowly makes her way to Alex’s room.
Outside his door, she hears Emilio’s soft voice talking to their son. She watches him cradle Alex in his strong arms, their son’s head nestled comfortably against his father’s chest.
Emilio is dressed in black designer jeans that cling to his muscular thighs and a matching turtleneck that accentuates his broad shoulders and biceps. He looks delicious, and a warmth spreads through her. Damn him for being so good–looking, so charming, and so irresistibly sexy–it’s no wonder she finds it hard to resist him.
Her husband turns, and their eyes meet. He gives Cassandra one of his irresistible smiles, and she melts,
Stepping further into the room, she sees Alex is sound asleep. Emilio lays him down, and Cassandra lightly brushes her fingers across his cheeks, then leans down to kiss him.
In the hallway, Emilio’s arm wraps around her shoulders, and she looks at him. He hasn’t shaved, and he still looks incredibly handsome.
“How was your day?” Cassandra asks, avoiding his dark, captivating eyes.
“I missed you,” he says, surprising her.
Cassandra meets his gaze and sees the desire there. They didn’t make love last night or this morning, and the wait only intensifies her longing for him.
Emilio removes the pins from her hair, and it cascades down around her face and shoulders. “My beautiful wife,” he says, making her blush. “Mine.”
His fingers stroke her neck, and her eyes close. This man knows how and where to touch her, knows how to make her body burn, knows how to make her cry out in pleasure. When they’re making love, her body isn’t hers; it’s his, and they both know it.
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No man will ever possess her the way he does; she was his from the first day they met. No wonder she never found another man attractive–her heart, body, and soul already belonged to this sexy god of a man.
“Did you
miss me too?” Emilio asks.
“Of course, I did,” Cassandra replies, still under the spell of his touch at her neck.
“I want to hear you say it,” he whispers in her car.
Her insides quiver, and her throat goes dry. She swallows. “…I missed you too, Emilio.”
“Say it again.” he urges.
Cassandra’s skin is on fire, and he hasn’t even really started touching her yet. She leans into him, gripping his arms for support, but his arm is already holding her waist.
“Cassie….” he groans, inhaling her scent.
“I missed you,” Cassandra says again, her hands exploring Emilio’s broad frame. “I missed your lovemaking.” Her hands slip under his sweater, and he is so warm and firm and manly that she needs his naked body against hers now. “Please make love to me.”
Emilio groans loudly and lifts her up. Seconds later, Cassandra finds herself lying on the bed with her husband looming over her. They lock eyes, and she loses herself.
Then he kisses her passionately, his tongue seeking hers, and she matches his kiss with all her might, savoring his taste and touch. Her hands move restlessly over him, and needing more, she pulls off his turtleneck. He has already unbuttoned her shirt and is taking it off. Through it all, their lips never part.
One of Emilio’s hands grips her waist, and as he presses his hips down into her, Cassandra can feel his hard length. She moans into his kiss and wraps her legs around his waist, not wanting the delicious friction to stop.
Emilio unhooks her bra, and soon his hot mouth is on her erect nipple. A soft sigh escapes her lips, and her fingers tangle in his hair to keep his head in place. She loves the erotic sensation of his mouth on her breast.
Cassandra starts to squirm under him, and a rush of wetness floods between her thighs. The pleasure he gives her breasts sends waves of sensation down there, and she can feel her body teetering on the edge. She can’t climax now; they’re both still only half–naked, and she needs him inside her.
“Emilio….” she says, her voice trembling with need. “I…I can’t h–hold back anymore. I need you. I want to feel you inside of me.”
“Come for me, sweetheart. Don’t fight it. Surrender to the pleasure your body craves.”
