Chapter 277 Chapter 277

Chapter 277 Chapter 277
He pushed inside slowly, carefully, giving her body time to adjust. The angle was different with the pillow, but it allowed him to fill her completely without putting weight on her stomach. They had changed positions in the last month, so he was never directly on top of her when they made love.
"Fuck," Grayson groaned as her heat enveloped him. "You feel incredible. I can already feel your pussy trying to grip my cock."
Honey whimpered at the fullness, at the exquisite stretch. "Move. Please."
He set a gentle rhythm, even as desire urged him to take her harder. Each thrust was controlled, designed to give her maximum pleasure without risk. If he was taking her from behind, he might have thrust harder.
"I want to feel you milk my cock." Grayson's fingers found her swollen clit, circling it in time with his movements. The dual stimulation pushed her rapidly toward another edge.
"That's my good little Red," he praised as her inner walls began to clench on him. "So responsive. So perfect."
When her third orgasm hit, it was gentler than the previous two but no less satisfying. She clenched around him rhythmically, pulling his own release from deep within. He came with a groan, burying his face against her neck as pleasure washed through him.
For long moments, they remained joined, hearts pounding in unison. Finally, Grayson carefully withdrew, immediately checking her face for any sign of discomfort.
"Are you all right? How's the baby?"
Honey smiled, touched by his concern. "We're both perfect." As if to prove her point, the baby kicked against her stomach, making them both laugh.
Grayson reached up to untie her wrists, massaging them gently to restore circulation. Then he settled beside her, pulling her against his chest carefully.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"For what?"
"For understanding that I needed this. That being pregnant doesn't mean I stop being me."
Grayson pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You'll always be my Red, Honey. Always. Pregnancy, motherhood, none of that changes what we have here."
"I love you," she said simply.
"I love you too." His hand splayed protectively over her belly. "Both of you. I didn't realize what I was missing until you came into my life."
They lay in comfortable silence, the sounds of the club muted beyond their private sanctuary. This was their escape, their secret, the place where they could simply be Sir and Red without the weight of their public lives.
"How often can we come back?" Honey asked after a while. "After the baby's born?"
"As often as you want." Grayson's fingers traced lazy patterns on her arm. "Though I suspect you'll be too exhausted the first few months." He knew she would hate to have a nanny, but if she wanted to continue to work and this life, then they didn't have much choice. But the choice would always be hers in the end.
"Probably." She smiled against his chest. "But eventually..."
"Eventually, we'll return. Explore new things together. Continue your education." His voice dropped lower. "I have plans for you, Mrs. Taylor. So many plans."
Heat bloomed across her skin despite her recent satisfaction. "Tell me."
"Not yet." His hand tightened possessively on her hip. "Some surprises should wait until you're ready for them again."
Honey's phone buzzed in her clutch across the room. Reality intruding, as it always did eventually. Before, they were not allowed to bring phones into the room. But because Madam V knew they were married and unlikely to try and blackmail each other, she had allowed it. It wasn't like they swapped partners. Honey shuddered at the thought. She only had eyes for Grayson.
"Ignore it," Grayson murmured.
"It might be important."
He sighed, releasing her reluctantly. "Fine. But then we're staying another hour at least. I'm not done with you yet. I have a new toy I want to try out on you."
Honey sucked in a breath before crossing the room, retrieving her phone.
A message from Lauren: You up for dinner with the girls this weekend?
She smiled, typing back quickly before returning to bed. "Just Lauren. Asking about a girls' night out." They were all married now.
"Let me know when. I'll arrange something with the guys." Grayson pulled her against him again, his hand immediately returning to her stomach. "Now, where were we?"
"You were about to tell me about these plans you have."
"No, I said those could wait." His eyes gleamed behind his mask. "But I do have one plan for right now."
"And what's that?"
"Making you come at least two more times before we leave." His hand slid between her thighs. "Think you can handle that, Red?"
Honey's breath caught as his fingers found her still-sensitive flesh. "Oh yes, Sir."
"Good girl." His mouth claimed hers in a kiss that promised hours of pleasure still to come. "Because tonight, I'm going to worship every inch of you. Show you exactly how much I love this pregnant body of yours."
As his fingers began their magic, as pleasure built once more, Honey sent a silent thank you to whatever fate had led her to The Velvet Room that first night. To the masked stranger who'd become her Sir, her husband, her everything.
Some secrets, she reflected as Grayson's mouth moved lower, were worth keeping. Some masks revealed more truth than faces ever could, and some love stories began in the shadows before stepping into the light.
"I love you," she gasped as he drove her higher.
"I love you too," he murmured against her skin. "Now stop talking and let me make my wife scream."
Honey smiled, surrendering completely to the man she loved.

Six weeks after Henry's birth…
The nursery was painted a soft sage green, afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows. Honey sat in the rocking chair, their son cradled against her chest, his tiny fist wrapped around her finger. They had named him after Grayson's grandfather, whom he had been close to as a child.
Grayson stood in the doorway, still wearing his suit from work, watching them with an expression of such profound love it made her chest ache.
"How was your day?" she asked softly.
"Better now." He crossed the room, kneeling beside the rocking chair to press a kiss to Henry's downy head, then to Honey's lips. "Board meeting ran late. The police called. Riley's officially in prison now. Five years for the blackmail charges alone."
"Good." Honey felt only relief. "I can't believe it took so long to build a case against him. At least he can't hurt anyone anymore." But the witnesses had been hostile. None of them wanted to be involved in a case that would destroy their careers.
"Brittany asked about visiting with the baby," Grayson said, his hand gentle on his son's back. "I told her we'd love to have them over Sunday."
Honey smiled. Brittany had thrived since leaving Riley, enrolled in early childhood education courses while living in the apartment Honey had bought her. Her daughter, Riley's child, was a beautiful baby girl named Tilly.
"That would be lovely." Honey watched her husband's face soften as he gazed at their son. "And tonight?"
Grayson's eyes darkened behind the tenderness. "Tonight, after Henry's asleep, I thought we might..."
"Might what?" Honey prompted, knowing exactly where this was heading.
"Test out that new nursery monitor. See how well it works from our bedroom over your screaming."
Heat spread through her.
"I was cleared at my checkup this morning," she reminded him.
"I know." His hand slid to her thigh, the touch possessive even in this tender moment. "I've been counting the days."
"So have I, Sir."
The title slipped out naturally, and Grayson's eyes flashed with heat. "Careful, Red. Keep talking like that and I won't wait for tonight."
"Promises, promises." Honey shifted Henry to her shoulder, patting his back gently. "But first, our son needs his bath, then his bottle, then—"
"Then you're mine." Grayson stood, pressing one more kiss to her lips. "Completely mine. And I'm going to make up for weeks of restraint."
"I'm counting on it," Honey whispered.
As Grayson headed to their bedroom to change, Honey looked down at their son. Her life had transformed so completely from those dark days with Riley. Now she had everything she'd never dared dream of, a husband who cherished her and didn't give a hoot about her money, a beautiful son, a career that fulfilled her, and the freedom to be exactly who she was.
Some nights, they were Grayson and Honey Taylor, respected business leaders and now devoted parents.
Other nights, they were Sir and Red, exploring the depths of desire behind closed doors.
How did she get so lucky to have everything she had ever wanted?