All Chapters of Contracted To Him By Her Father: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

In a year and a half, during which time Lorenzo and Sarah had sex on average four times a week and at least twice a night on each of those occasions, this was the first time...ever that Lorenzo hadn't recited his standard mantra. Lorenzo shifted slightly to arrange Sarah more comfortably against him, one arm tucked beneath Sarah’s head and the other resting heavily across her soft chest. Lorenzo’s fingers formed lazy circles on the overheated skin of Sarah’s upper arm, and he had his head on the same pillow as Sarah, so close Sarah could feel his still-unsteady breath feathering through her hair. Lorenzo occasionally dropped soft kisses onto the sensitive gland beneath her ear and along her delicate jawline. Sarah was tensing more and more in his arms, not sure how to react. First the kisses, then the earth shattering sex, then the absence of those five words, and now this unprecedented display of affection. It was as if, just when Sarah found a way to protect her already batte

Lorenzo was as good as his word and mostly left Sarah alone to unenthusiastically browse around the upmarket boutiques in the very high-end shopping mall that Lorenzo had drive Sarah to. Sarah used the first ten minutes away from Lorenzo to buy the pregnancy kits, six of them, all different brands (who knew there were so many choices available?). Surprisingly Lorenzo did constantly call or text her to be sure that Sarah was okay and didn't need him, which got rather tedious after the tenth text message in forty minutes and the fifth call in an hour and a half. In the end, Sarah simply told Lorenzo that she was done shopping, and Lorenzo suggested they meet up and head to a restaurant for lunch. The upscale restaurant was obviously one Lorenzo often patronized, so, even though it was lunchtime on a Saturday afternoon and the place was exceedingly popular, they were seated immediately. Sarah watched the staff fawn all over Lorenzo and the omega bitterly wondered if he had brou

"Lorenzo." Sarah cautiously breached the sanctity of Lorenzo’s study later that night. In all the time they had been living in the house, it was the first time Sarah had ever set foot in the study while he was in it. Lorenzo looked up to see her hovering uncertainly in the doorway and stood up abruptly, nearly sending his chair toppling. Sarah jumped backward at the sudden violent movement, but Lorenzo was around his desk in an instant and approaching Sarah with one hand outstretched. "Sarah," he intoned huskily. "Please come in." Lorenzo seemed almost eager to have her there. Not exactly the reception she was expecting. Lorenzo steered her toward the huge leather easy chair in one corner of the large study, seating her before taking the chair opposite her. Lorenzo leaned toward her, with his hands loosely clasped together and hanging down between his thighs. "I want to know why," Sarah whispered, after a lengthy silence. "I want to know what commodity you so casually traded

What are you doing here?" Sarah paused at the threshold to the kitchen and stared at the gorgeous man who stood in front of the open refrigerator wearing only baggy sweatpants. No shoes and no shirt. Lorenzo turned around slowly to meet her eyes, and Sarah swallowed past the huge lump in her suddenly dry throat; God, he was so much more beautiful than she remembered. Of course, Sarah felt unattractive and sloppy in the Sylvester the Cat silk shortie pajamas that she was wearing. Sarah knew that there was a sleep crease down the side of her face and that her hair closely resembled a bird's nest. "I live here," Lorenzo replied casually, one hand grasping a carton of orange juice and the other lazily rubbing back and forth over the rippled contours of his abdomen. Sarah’s fascinated eyes fell to that hand, and she imagined her own hand replacing Lorenzo’s. Sarah shook her head slightly to rid herself of the erotic image and focused on her outrage at seeing Lorenzo so casually s

"Mind if I tag along?" Lorenzo asked casually, when the Jeweler had just left and Sarah was going to get ready to visit Elisa, and Sarah frowned, disturbed by the notion of her husband ‘tagging along’ with her all afternoon. "Well..." Sarah began reluctantly. "I wanted to discuss some business with Elisa," Lorenzo added. "What business?" Sarah asked flatly. "It's about her loan," Lorenzo elaborated. "What about her loan?" her voice rose in alarm, but Lorenzo’s face remained impassive. "I won't have you upsetting her, Lorenzo." "What are you going to tell her? Sarah asked in a panic. "Nothing you should concern yourself with, Sarah, and I don't want to upset her," he dismissed. "Now why don't you hop into the shower while I clean up down here? I'll use one of the guest bathrooms this morning." Sarah shook her head desperately. "Lorenzo, you can't do this..." "Well, I have no aversion to doing a bit of housecleaning," Lorenzo said, deliberately misunderstanding. "Y