Chapter 23 Every Day Until You're Pregnant**
WARNING: MATURE CONTENT R-RATED 18+
Roman looked completely unbothered by her panic. He simply stared at her with that intense gaze that made her pulse race.
Growing desperate, she grabbed his shirt. "Say something! This affects you more than me!"
He captured both her hands, his voice calm. "Why are you panicking? The solution is simple. I can stall the medical appointments for a while, and create reasonable delays." His eyes grew heated. "And then... I'm going to get you pregnant quickly, for real."
Evelyn stared at him in shock. Of all the responses she'd expected, that wasn't one of them.
She scoffed. "What do you mean 'quickly for real'? What exactly are you suggesting?"
"Exactly what it sounds like," he replied smoothly. "We're going to work very diligently at getting you pregnant now. Starting today."
Evelyn's temper flared. "I agreed to a real relationship, maybe children eventually, but not now! I just graduated business school. I have career plans. I have a life, Roman!"
Roman watched her calmly, then pulled her close. "Sweetheart, you need to breathe. Do you have a better solution?"
When she realized how loud she'd become, she took a breath. "No... I don't."
"Sooner or later, you'd have to get pregnant to maintain this story. Why not now?" His gaze grew smoldering, almost hypnotic. "Besides, these things take time, Evelyn. We'll need to... practice. Extensively."
Evelyn found herself getting lost in his heated stare, her thoughts growing hazy.
"But I don't want to bring a child into a marriage based on contracts, not now" she whispered. "Not without love. That's not fair to a baby."
Roman smiled softly, his voice tender. "Who said there's no love?"
Evelyn looked at him, dazed and confused. "What do you mean?"
"Hmm?" His voice was barely a whisper. "Who said there's no love, Evelyn?"
Before she could respond, he lowered his head and kissed her softly, then deeper, until she forgot all her protests and melted into his arms.
Roman gave her no time for second thoughts. He'd been craving her since yesterday, and now being so close to her… he didn’t think he could spend hours in the cold shower again.
His hands found her spine, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss. Evelyn moaned softly, the sound helpless and vibrating between them. His palm slid lower, lifting her dress in one possessive sweep. When his fingers grazed her bare skin, she gasped and broke away, breathing hard.
Roman refused to release her, his arm tightening around her waist.
"W-weren't you going to work?" she stammered, cheeks flushed, eyes wide and glassy.
His voice was hoarse with raw need. "Work can wait."
He leaned close, lips brushing her ear. "I need to focus on getting my beautiful wife pregnant."
Before she could protest, he lifted her effortlessly. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried her to the bed, his kiss deep and consuming.
When her back met the mattress, he broke the kiss to study her face, eyes dark and blazing.
"Relax," he whispered, his thumb stroking her cheek tenderly. "I've got you, darling. Let me love you."
He reclaimed her mouth with hungry passion while his hands moved urgently—yanking his tie loose, shrugging off his jacket, shirt buttons flying open. He pulled away only to drag her dress over her head, discarding it impatiently.
Evelyn trembled beneath him—not from fear but from overwhelming desire. She wanted to fight it, to hold onto her anger, but his touch ignited her. Every kiss, every caress chipped away at her resistance until only need remained.
The rest of his clothes fell away, and he settled between her thighs. He didn't rush in, instead he teased her first, dragging the thick length of him through her slick folds, coating himself, making her whimper and arch toward him.
"Roman—" she gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders.
"That's it, my love," he breathed against her lips. "Feel how much I want you. Only you."
He pressed in slowly, watching her face—the flutter of her eyes, the parting of her lips on a silent moan as he filled her completely.
Evelyn's back bowed, a broken moan escaping as he stretched her, the fullness overwhelming.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Still so tight. How the hell am I supposed to last when you feel like this?”
Roman stilled, his forehead pressed to hers, trembling with restraint. "You're perfect," he whispered. "My perfect wife. You feel like heaven, Lyn."
He began moving slowly, hitting every sensitive spot. Evelyn's nails scored his back, her breathing coming in needy whimpers.
"Ahhh— Please," she breathed, surprising herself.
"Anything for you, darling," he smiled against her neck.
He dove in deeper as the bed creaked beneath them, pounding into her again and again. The room filled with the sounds of their passion—her desperate cries, and his ragged breathing.
He shifted angles, hitting a spot that made her see stars. Evelyn’s head fell back, a sob tearing from her throat.
“AHHH—Roman—”
“That's it, darling,” he groaned, his pace relentless. “Let go for me. Come for me, wife.”
She shattered, clenching around him so tightly he hissed, his rhythm faltering for a second. But he didn't stop; he fucked her through it, drawing out her pleasure until she was shaking, with tears on her cheeks.
Only then did he let himself follow, thrusting deep one last time and spilling inside her with a deep groan, hips jerking as he filled her completely.
They collapsed together, trembling and spent. Roman didn't pull out immediately. He rolled them gently, pulling her close, gently pressing soft kisses to her temple, cheek, and lips.
"My beautiful girl," he murmured hoarsely. "You did so well."
Evelyn, boneless and dazed, could only cling to him, her heart racing for reasons having nothing to do with the pleasure still echoing through her body.
A moment later, he swept her up and carried her into the bathroom, still joined in the most intimate of ways. He filled the tub with warm water quickly and slid down into the water with her in his arms, settling her between his legs, back to his chest.
Evelyn went completely limp, head lolling against his shoulder.
Roman laughed quietly, the sound rumbling through his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, lips brushing her ear.
"You need to work on your endurance, little wife," he whispered teasingly. “We’re going to be doing this a lot more often now. Every day, until you’re pregnant.”
At least this has given him the chance and a reason to fulfill his deepest desires, ‘should he thank his father for this?’ he thought with a smile
Evelyn made a weak, embarrassed sound, but he simply kissed her temple.
He washed her slowly and reverently, his fingers sliding over her skin with care. As his hand slipped between her thighs again, cleaning her gently, she whimpered.
“Shh,” he soothed. “Just taking care of my wife.”
After bathing her gently, he carried her back to bed, tucked her in, and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead.
"Sleep, darling. I'll be back early tonight."
He dressed in fresh clothes and left for work, looking every bit like a composed CEO.
Evelyn lay there, boneless and dazed, wondering how he was still able to prepare for work calmly, like he hadn't done anything.