All Chapters of Winning Back My Pregnant Wife: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Christian Genevieve lay on his chest, absently twisting her finger in and out of his chest hair, her thoughts clearly drifting somewhere far away. She kept her calculations to herself, and Christian was far too cautious to push too hard right now, lest he push her away entirely.He supposed he didn’t really need to know if he was anything more to Genevieve than a financial whiz who also happened to be easy on the eyes and spectacular in bed. Gavin was right. All that mattered was the money. He needed to keep his eye on the prize—a prize that was less than a month away now.But the closer it got, the more the tension coiled in his gut. It was like a pitcher throwing a no-hitter who was rolling along doing his thing, only to realize it was the ninth inning. The end goal was right in sight, and suddenly, everything started tightening up.“What was the real story with Julian and Sarah?” Christian asked casually, breaking the silence.The entire situation surrounding Julian Sterling’s ex-

Sarah He closed the distance between them, melding his mouth to hers in a way Sarah knew she could never grow tired of. She ran her fingers through the neatly styled tendrils of his hair, using the grip as leverage to pull him even closer. Leaving every lingering question unasked, she decided to simply soak in the intoxicating feeling of his lips pressed to hers.Marcus rose from his knees, crawling onto the mattress and pressing the full weight of his body against hers. Sarah loved the heavy, commanding feel of him over her, sliding her hands underneath his suit jacket and watching his muscles tense beneath her touch. He completely stunned her with the depth of the kiss, making her desperate for anything he was willing to give. It made her forget entirely about the crew waiting on the other side of the thin bedroom door. She hadn't been awake when they boarded the private jet, but if it was the same flight crew from their departure, there were plenty of people just a few feet away.

Sarah“I think I’m going to go to bed,” I announce, fighting a massive yawn as I push the knit blanket off my lap.Marcus and I had settled onto the couch to relax after the chaotic blur of getting back to Manhattan. Well, *I* relaxed—mostly just spacing out and doodling random shapes in my sketchbook while the TV played low background noise. Marcus, on the other hand, had been furiously typing on his laptop and hammering away on his phone the entire time. I’d tried telling him he could go work in his actual office, but he’d insisted on staying right here in the living room with me. I wasn’t exactly about to fight him on it.Right now, his thumb is casually brushing over the inside of my ankle while his eyes remain locked on whatever numbers are flashing across his screen. About an hour ago, right in the middle of a high-stakes business call with his investors, he’d reached out, grabbed my feet from where they were resting against his thigh, and started methodically massaging the sole

SarahTo: Sarah KaneFrom: Marcus KaneBaby, I’d be upset by how sweet my coffee tastes this morning, but I don’t know if it’s from you adding a bit of the West Coast to it or because the taste of your sweet pussy still coats my tongue from this morning. Either way, I don’t hate it. Sincerely, The man who is dying to bend you over his desk and take you again after watching you walk around in that skirt all damn day.I stare at my computer screen, reading the message three times while pressing my thighs tightly together to stifle the sudden, violent wave of arousal. My fingers hover over the keys as I try to form a coherent response, my face burning.I look up across the room. From my side of the massive, glass-walled conference room, I can see Marcus sitting at the head of the table. He looks entirely unbothered, calmly adjusting his cuffs while the board members around him are locked in a heated debate about regional logistics. They look furious; I just feel hot, soaked, and utterly

MarcusJulian watches me closely through narrowed eyes, his gaze tracking every micro-expression on my face. It takes every single ounce of my legendary corporate restraint not to clench my jaw, not to give away even a fraction of a reaction to the way Sarah is expertly devouring my cock under the desk.She’s blowing me with a level of enthusiasm that is downright lethal. It’s a miracle I’m still standing—or rather, sitting straight—while my ex-business partner stands three feet away. I’m honestly shocked she isn't making a single gagging sound with how deeply she’s taking all of me down her throat.“You’ll tell her I stopped by?” Julian asks, his voice steady as he turns his gaze out toward the sprawling skyline behind me.“I don’t see the reason for it,” I reply, keeping my tone perfectly flat, completely detached. “From the way she’s spoken, the two of you are entirely over, Julian. It doesn’t seem like she has any desire to speak to you.”As if she’s actively nodding in agreement