Page 21 of Sinful Affair
“Right, we have to wait three minutes,” I say as I open the door, to see Henry standing there like an excited school boy.
“It’s going to be the longest three minutes ever…” he groans.
I press my hands against his chest, “Patience baby,” I whisper against his lips and kiss him softly. “I’m sure we can do something to make the three minutes pass…” and he grins down at me.
Walking back into my bathroom—one hot as sin fuck later—I reach for the test with trembling hands as I turn it over.
“Oh my god,” I whisper as I turn to see Henry smiling from ear to ear, “I’m pregnant.”
He rushes over to me, scooping me into his arms and kissing me. He walks me towards my bedroom and drops me down on the bed as his hungry hands tear through my panties, pushing my skirt around my waist and slides his cock straight into me.
“Fuck yes,” I moan, my hands in his hair as I bring his lips back to mine as he rides me hard and slow into the mattress before I come all over his cock and his own orgasm drowns him.
We lay twisted in bedsheets a while later, my head on his chest as he trails his fingers up and down my spine.
“Shit,” I sit up quickly, wrapping the sheet around me.
“What?” his eyes full of worry.
“I left my bag in the office,” I groan, flopping back down on the bed, he leans over me, his lips on mine before he drags them down my body, nipping at my skin before his tongue swipes through my cunt.
“Let me just eat your pretty pussy, then I’ll take you to get it.”
And before I can even protest, he has my eyes rolling in the back of my head.
The drive to the office is too quick for my liking, and Henry’s fingers are laced through mine. The building is quiet as we ride the elevator to our floor and Henry pulls me down towards my desk when we hear soft moans. Interest piqued; Henry keeps moving forward until we see Clarissa’s door ajar with a soft light radiating from it.
I tighten my grip on his hand as he stands outside and pushes it open only to see his wife getting fucked by Tony the copy guy.
“Fuck, Henry!” she calls out and Tony slaps her ass.
“My name’s Tony, don’t be calling me your husband’s name. I’ve told you for the last year not to mention his name,” Tony growls completely oblivious that me and her husband are in fact here.
“It’s not what it looks like,” she pulls away from Tony whose eyes lift and widen when he sees Henry, but all Henry does is laugh, shaking his head from side to side.
“Oh dear…” and that’s when her eyes fall to mine and Henry’s hands.
“I fucking knew it,” she hisses trying to cover herself as she rushes towards us, and Henry holds his hand up.
“So, all of those late nights make sense now…” he snorts.
“You’ve been fucking her?”
“Yeah, for the last month so don’t even try and say I deserve this. You’ll be hearing from my lawyer, pack up your fucking shit and go.” He fumes, his grip tightening. “Oh, and just so you hear it from me, Bella is pregnant with my baby. Her name will be on your desk first thing in the morning, replacing you.” He shakes his head as she calls his name, but he ignores her, dragging me out of the office.
“Henry!” she shouts out, but he continues forward and once we’re in the elevator, he bursts into laughter.
“What the fuck,” he sighs before clasping my face, “it’s me and you baby, you’re mine, always,” his lips crash into mine before he pushes the emergency button on the lift and fucks me until I am a puddle on the floor.
EPILOGUE
BELLA
Laying on my bed in a cute white lingerie set that Henry bought me, I wait patiently for my man to return home. Cradling my bump, I sigh in blissful happiness. I never knew you could be this happy. Never knew that the stories and happily ever afters I read in my books do actually come true.
A lot has happened in the last four months, Clarissa and Henry finally divorced and the last I heard she was working in some run-down publishing house the other side of the city and I believe she is still with Tony, the copy guy.
I mean, if she’s happy, that’s all that matters right?