The Next Level: A BWWM Billionaire Marriage And Pregnancy Romance (3 page)

“
I’ll
see you upstairs,” he whispered, a noticeable bulge in the
front of his slacks.

Chelsea
giggled as if she were back in high school as the stairwell door
opened. She slipped past the man going up and headed for the
elevators. If they didn’t have such an important case coming
up, she would have invited him back to her office for a little play
time, but she knew better. Mr. Whitehill had already warned her about
slacking on her work. Not that she had, he just wanted a reason to
lecture. Or maybe a reason to stare at her stocking legs. It was hard
to tell.

She
disappeared into her office ignoring the stares, whispers and
giggles. Let them talk. She was marrying the man of her dreams and so
close to making partner she could taste it. After she closed the door
behind her, she could feel her cellphone buzzing away. Reaching a
manicured hand down into her bag, she pulled out her phone. Sangi’s
picture popped up. Just in time.

“
Tell
me you got the flowers squared away.”

“
Okay,
slight problem with the flowers,” Sangi responded.

Chelsea
groaned before flopping into her chair. “What now?”

“
These
flowers are so pretty, I just want to keep them in my apartment.”

“
Don’t
scare me like that! So, we have a florist?”

Sangi’s
laugh filtered through the phone. “Only the best. He’ll
have everything ready in time for the wedding. The gardenias are
beautiful, Chelsea. You’re going to love them.”

Chelsea
sighed in relief. “Thanks, hon.” She bit her bottom lip.
“I’m meeting his parents this weekend.”

“
Get
the fuck out of here.”

Chelsea
laughed. Her best friend, the ever present sailor mouthed woman.
While Chelsea could contain her language and be appropriate, it
seemed almost impossible for Sangi to do. She shook her head.

“
I’m
serious,” Chelsea said. “I’m nervous. More nervous
than fifth grade ballet recital, nervous.”

“
Well,
it is some serious shit. Don’t worry, I’ll have your
back.”

“
How
can you have my back?”

“
I’m
going with you!” Sangi declared a little too loudly.

“
Why
on earth would you want to go? Why would I let you go?”

“
Come
on,” Sangi whined, making Chelsea roll her eyes, “I want
to see how the WASP’s live. Let me go, let me go.”

“
I’ll
ask Matthew. I have to go, someone’s knocking. Bye.”

“
Come
by for drinks tonight.”

Chelsea
laid her phone on the desk. One of her co-worker’s peaked her
head in and dropped off some paperwork before quickly disappearing
again. Chelsea drummed her fingers on her desk when the idea hit her.
She logged into her laptop and opened up a new search page. She bit
her bottom lip before she forced herself to type in Matthew’s
name. Matthew Rawlins.

The
computer loaded quickly and before she could stop herself she was
scouring the internet. She saw a name attached to his family and
clicked the link. His father’s page, Rawlins construction,
popped up. A man of about fifty with thick black hair, thin build and
the same baby blue eyes stared back at her. They were definitely
related. The man had his arm wrapped around a young man’s
shoulder who looked like Matthew, but after a few moments she
realized wasn’t Matthew. They had the same blond hair, same
smile, same way of holding themselves, but he had the most alarming
emerald green eyes. Chelsea scrolled down a bit and saw the caption.

Father
and son, Lyle and Andrew.

He had a
brother?

*****

“
I
just don’t see why you don’t tell me these things,”
Chelsea called as she slipped out of her work clothes. She could hear
Matthew banging around in the kitchen. She could tell by the sound of
tinkling that he was pouring glasses of something.

He
walked into the room, the only clothes he wore his black boxers. “I
don’t know, we’ve been busy. It’s not like you talk
about your family much,” he said as he held out a wine glass
filled with dark red liquid.

“
Are
you kidding me? I only talk about them all of the time. Why do you
always avoid the subject?”

Matthew
sighed. He sat his glass on the nightstand then crawled into the bed
with her. He ran a hand down her stomach, her thigh. His fingers
curled around her leg. She smacked at his hand and he yanked it away.

“
Okay,
I just don’t like talking about them. I mean, what would I say?
They spend too much money and drive fancy cars. Besides, I thought
this was supposed to be about us.”

She
rolled her eyes. “Don’t pout at me. You’re not
cute.”

“
Damn
straight. I’m sexy,” he said as he climbed on top of her.

Chelsea
giggled as he bit into her neck. His teeth grazed her skin just
gently enough to tickle her. She felt his eager hands working.
Sighing, she knew the battle was lost. Matthew had a gift for winning
even the smallest of arguments. She supposed it came with dating an
attorney. His mouth trailed down from her neck. He kissed her
shoulders, gently. Then he was moving on kissing her collarbones, the
tops of her breasts, before he wrapped his lips around one of her
nipples. Her toes instantly curled.

Matthew’s
fingers reached up. He gripped her left nipple between his fingers.
She moaned as he lavished attention on both of her breasts, a shudder
passing through her body. She could feel his cock stiffen beneath his
boxers as he was pressed against her body. Chelsea wanted nothing
more than to rip those boxers off and climb on top of him, but she
could tell it wasn’t going to be that easy to gain control. The
thing she loved most about sex with him was the variety. Sometimes
they were loving, passionate, other times they were in a power
struggle that always ended up being mutually satisfying.

Matthew
grinned at her as he worked his hands around her back, opening the
lacy pink bra she wore before he tossed it to the floor. She heard it
land softly. His fingers gripped her breasts, firm but gentle. She
felt the warmth of his tongue glide over her nipples as she closed
her eyes and arched her back. He went after one nipple, then the
next. Back and forth until she was slowly turning into a puddle.

Chelsea’s
eyes were still closed when she felt that warm, wetness travel south.
His tongue ran down between her breasts, down her stomach and
finished just above her smooth mound. She felt his fingers gently
pull her matching pink panties away before he took an agonizing lick.
A moan caught in her throat, her hands threaded through his blond
hair. She felt him begin to slide the panties from her body, the soft
material slipping over her skin like water. Then he was back between
her legs again, his eager mouth licking her pussy without restraint.
She arched up from the bed, pulling his face in closer. She could
feel the warmth of his breath mixing in with the even strokes of his
tongue. A moan slipped from between her lips as he flattened his
tongue and ran it over her clit. Shudders passed through her. In her
belly she felt the familiar rushing of her building orgasm. Still
holding onto his hair she rode her orgasm out, her pussy grinding
against his mouth as if she couldn’t get enough of the
wonderful feeling.

Her eyes
opened in time to see his muscular body raise up. He wiped his mouth
with his arm, the look in his eyes said he wasn’t nearly
finished. She watched, still panting, as he stepped off of the bed
and slipped his hands inside of his boxers. He took his time sliding
them off, both teasing her and giving her time to recover. Chelsea
let out a small groan as his cock was freed from his boxers, the head
glistening with precum. A hand wrapped around her ankle. Matthew
pulled her to the side of the bed, pushed her legs back until he had
open access to her dripping pussy.

Chelsea
could see the savage look in his eyes. She knew he wouldn’t go
easy on her. The head of his cock was rubbing against her wetness,
gathering it up so he could thrust into her more easily. As he pushed
himself inside of her she let out a long, low moan. She could feel
every inch of him push in bit by bit. When he was settled, his balls
resting against her ass, he began to thrust. She gripped his
shoulders as he thrust in and out of her, every movement heaven and
torture. The sound of her moans began to fill the room, until his
deep moans joined them.

Chelsea
was fighting against his hold, the pleasure too much for her body to
handle. Matthew laughed as he thrust away in contentment. Her fingers
dug into his skin, she knew there’d be fine, red lines later.
Chelsea caught herself moaning out his name over and over. He was
pushing himself in deeper, rubbing against her spot. She tossed her
head from right to left unable to keep still. Matthew’s hands
left the mattress. Instead, he rested his hands on her arms, pinning
her against the mattress. He knew her to well, she thought. She was
about to back up, run away a bit from the mounting pleasure that was
taking control of her.

Her
voice came out in halting, stuttered breaths. She gazed at Matthew
and he looked back at her. Chelsea knew he was just as turned on as
she was. Inside of her pussy, his cock twitched and throbbed. She
could tell from the way he was tensing up that he wouldn’t last
much longer. Chelsea stopped fighting the mounting pleasure and gave
in to it. Their moans melted together as she came on his cock. He
filled her with warm cum before he leaned forward, his body resting
on hers.

“
Matthew?”
She said softly.

“
Yes,
babe?”

“
You’re
crushing me,” she said with a laugh.

*****

Freshly
showered, her hair piled on top of her head, Chelsea slipped into a
pair of shorts and a tank top. Matthew was sitting in front of the
television in a pair of boxers, a box of Chinese takeout by his side.
A pair of chopsticks stuck out of the top, so she guessed he was
finally full. As she walked over to the couch to slip on her flip
flops, Matthew grabbed her hips.

“
Where
are you going all dolled up?” He asked.

“
Dolled
up? I’m in denim and a plain top. If you think this is dolled
up, you’re going to die at our wedding.”

He
grinned as he pressed his face against her belly. “So, where
are you going?”

“
Sangi’s,”
she said knowing his response.

Matthew
groaned. “Why?”

“
Drinks.
And we need to discuss the wedding, she is my maid of honor,”
Chelsea paused before she snapped her fingers. “Oh yeah, Sangi
wants to know if she can come to your parents this weekend. I told
her I wasn’t sure…” she trailed off.

“
No
way! This is a family thing.”

“
So,
none of your friends will be there?” She asked with a raised
eyebrow.

“
Well….”

“
Exactly.
Besides, if she went I might actually feel more comfortable about the
whole thing.”

He
sighed. “Fine. Are your parents coming too?”

“
Friday
is no good and mama works doubles on Saturday. Maybe Sunday though.
It’s been awhile since I’ve seen them too.”

Chelsea
leaned down and kissed him. His mouth was soft against hers. She felt
his strong hands sliding down her hips, his fingers slipping between
her thighs. She slapped his hand playfully.

“
I’ll
be back soon. You don’t have to wait up,” she said as she
grabbed her car keys. “I love you.”

“
Love
you too,” he called, but she knew he was already tuned back
into Sports Center.

Chelsea
drove the short distance to Sangi’s house. She lived in a
single story house she’d inherited when her parents passed. It
was in a reasonably good part of town filled with families and
elderly people who’d never left the neighborhood. Once her
mother had died, the traditional forest green shutters and awning
against pale bricks had been changed to a colorful array of rainbows.
Some people tried to get her to change it, but there was no talking
to Sangi once she’d made up her mind. In the driveway, there
was a yellow VW Beetle.

Chelsea
knocked on the door, but she could already hear music thumping out
through the house. She stood on the tips of her toes and knocked more
loudly, still nothing. She sighed before she pushed the door open and
stepped inside. The smell of incense filled her nose, both pleasant
and overwhelming. She caught a glimpse of something colorful flash
out of the corner of her eye and headed to the kitchen. Sangi was
singing at the top of her lungs and dancing wildly. She wore a
multi-colored skirt that brushed across the floor as she moved and a
dusty rose tank top. He black hair was in a long pleated braid that
rested against her brown skin. Chelsea shook her head, a smile on her
lips as she picked up a black remote on the counter and pressed
pause.

“
...only
youuuuuu! Charlie! I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you come in,”
Sangi said.

Chelsea
laughed. “No, you were too busy doing whatever...that was.”
She was tempted to go down the don’t call me Charlie route, but
she knew Sangi. She’d been calling her that since first grade,
it was never going to change.