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  MR. BIG DEAL

  THE MR. BIG SHOT SERIES: BOOK FOUR

  S. E. LUND

  MR. BIG DEAL

  The Mr. Big Shot Series: Book Four

  Copyright 2022 S. E. Lund

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  CONTENTS

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  About the Author

  Also by S. E. Lund

  CHAPTER 1

  June 2019

  Alexa

  “One night isn’t enough.”

  My mother ’s voice was disapproving. She stood in front of her laptop on a FaceTime call with me, her hands on her hips.

  “You two need two nights away, minimum, so make sure you pump enough milk for as many feedings as you’ll miss.”

  I hesitated. Could I really leave Leif for two whole days? He was only six weeks old…

  “I don’t know if I can do that,” I said, sitting in front of my own laptop. My mom had sent me a message that she wanted to FaceTime and offered to give Luke and I a weekend off so we could have some time to ourselves. Leif was now six weeks old and was doing well by all standards.

  Luke and I were tired, but happy. We’d barely had a day to ourselves since Leif was born, but both of us were glad to have the chance to stay home with him during his first year. We knew that many families didn’t have that luxury.

  “You can feed him all day Friday, and your dad and I will give him his evening feed and the one in the middle of the night. If you pump enough bottles, you can spend the day together, Saturday night, and then come back Sunday. We’ll be fine.”

  “I’ll have to pump all week so that we have enough bottles. That’s…” I counted the number of feeds between Friday evening and Sunday evening. “That’s at least sixteen bottles…”

  “If you’d supplement with formula, you wouldn’t have to pump so much.”

  “We’re not ready for that yet. Maybe when Leif is six months old, we’ll introduce him to some formula. Not until.”

  “Okay,” Mom said with a sigh. “Have it your way. If you wait until Saturday, you’ll be so tired, you won’t be able to enjoy your first evening and night alone. You know what I mean. You’ll both sleep like logs. You want to have a nice romantic dinner and then spend the evening together enjoying each other’s company.”

  I knew what she meant, of course. Luke and I could spend the evening enjoying each other’s bodies, which we had rarely done since Leif came into our lives. The first six weeks I spent healing and trying to adjust to twice a night feedings.

  “We’ll be happy just to sleep through the night if possible.”

  She clicked her tongue in disapproval. “You’ll have to get up and pump, so I bet you won’t sleep through the night.”

  “I tell you what,” I said. “We’ll go on Friday, and I can nip home once during the day on Saturday to feed Leif. That way, you won’t have to do so many feeds. I can do the same on Sunday, and then we can go for a sail in the afternoon. That would be really nice.”

  “Deal,” Mom said, and I could hear the relief in her voice. “You can feed Leif, go out for a nice meal in a real restaurant, then go to the hotel, have a good unbroken sleep, and then come by in the afternoon to feed Leif. Rinse, repeat. Your dad and I are happy to stay with Leif both nights.”

  “Okay,” I said and took in a deep breath. “How about next Friday? That will give me time to bank some bottles of milk, so you’ll have enough. Two a day should do the trick.”

  “I’ll leave that part to you,” Mom said with a chuckle. “In my day, we didn’t worry about pumping because we started to bottle feed as soon as possible.”

  “I know. Thanks for the offer. I’m sure Luke will be happy.”

  We said goodbye and I ended the call, smiling as I thought about the chance to spend a weekend alone with Luke, and most of all, to get a really great sleep.

  That had been the one thing — besides sex — missing in our lives.

  Frankly, at that point in the new motherhood thing, sleep was what I missed the most because Luke was always there right beside me. Sex was the very last thing I thought about. I was sure that Luke was still in need, because other than sleep interruption, he wasn’t as physically affected as I was, but he was discreet enough that I didn’t hear him taking matters into his own hands, so to speak.

  For the next week, I pumped as many bottles of breast milk as I could, placing them in the freezer so they’d stay fresh for our weekend away.

  When Friday came, Luke and I were nervous about leaving Leif, but excited about the chance to eat a meal in a restaurant and actually sleep. We planned on going to bed at ten o’clock, and sleeping until at least three in the morning, when I figured I’d have to wake and pump. Then, another six or seven hours of sleep after that.

  We’d both feel right as rain.

  Mom and Dad showed up at six on the dot and were happy to take Leif from my reluctant arms.

  “You kids go now,” my father said, shooing us out the front door. “Take your overnight bags and git. Your mom and I know what we’re doing. You’ll be fine. See you tomorrow!”

  He literally pushed us through the front entrance, smiling as he did.

  “Thanks, Dad,” I said and gave him a quick kiss. I glanced back at my mother, who was holding Leif and staring lovingly at his little mostly bald head.

  I knew she would be very happy to have him all to herself all weekend. My dad would be lucky to get any Leif time and I smiled as I imagined them fighting over who got to hold and change and bathe and feed him.

  We had a lovely meal at a local seafood restaurant, then checked in at the at the East Hampton Bed and Breakfast that we had booked along the coast father north, in a room overlooking Gardiners Bay. We literally fell into bed at nine-thirty, and without much fanfare, kissed each other and fell asleep.

  I woke up in the middle of the night in a room of total darkness with the exception of the light from the clock radio on the bedside table, which read three thirty, and a thin sliver of moonlight from under the heavy curtain at the window.

  At first, I didn’t know where the heck I was…

  All I knew was that my breasts felt like twin watermelons and both nipples were leaking.

  It was feeding time.

  Then, I remembered…

  I was in the bed and breakfast. Leif was back at the beach house with my mothe
r and father.

  “You okay?” Luke sat up beside me, his voice hushed. He was as exhausted as me. He switched on the lamp beside the bed. “Time to pump?”

  “Yes,” I said and sat on the side of the bed, acutely aware of the wet spots on my lacy nighty. “I guess Mom and Dad will be up now feeding Leif.”

  I glanced down and touched my nightgown. The nursing bra and nursing pads hadn’t managed to protect it.

  Oh, well. At least I had ample milk, which was a godsend.

  Luke went to the bathroom and switched on the light. While I got out the sterilized bottles from the bottle bag, and removed the pump from its case, Luke had a quick pee and then I heard water running while he washed his hands.

  He came back into the room, fully naked, his delightfully buff physique not yet taken on the Man Bod appearance that John warned it would.

  He pulled on some boxer briefs and came over to help me.

  I was lucky to have such a supportive spouse and I knew it. Maybe all men of our generation were as interested in taking part in the daily life of parenthood. I knew that my father missed out a lot when he was so busy with his career while I was growing up. He intended to make up for it by being as involved in Leif’s life as he could be.

  I plugged the breast pump into the socket on the nightstand and then proceeded to pump my breasts, emptying them of the milk that would go immediately into the small refrigerator in the dining room area of the suite. Luke sat beside me and put an arm around my shoulder. “Six hours straight. I think that’s a record.”

  “I know,” I said and smiled. “I feel positively half-refreshed.”

  He leaned over and kissed me. “We get to sleep in today. I feel like a king. Your mother and father are angels of mercy.”

  I laughed. “Don’t kid yourself. They love it. My father never had the chance to be with me much while I was a baby, so he’s eating the granddad thing up.”

  “It’s actually really sweet,” Luke said and sighed. “I wish my stepmother wasn’t such a bitch and didn’t have a grudge against you. That way, we could all be one big happy family, the way I always imagined.”

  I exhaled heavily. I wanted us all to make amends and be happy, but Luke just didn’t think he could forgive her for what she’d done to hurt me — to hurt us. He insisted that releasing the video of Blaine assaulting me was a bridge too far. We’d talked about it, wondering what we would do if she did come around and apologized for everything, and was on good behavior going forward.

  “I can’t take her back,” Luke had said. “Not now. Not after what she did.”

  So, my parents and Luke’s Stepdad Grant would have to do. Luckily, Grant was on good terms with us, so at least he would be invited to family get-togethers and holidays. I wanted Leif to know what it was like to have a big family around him, supporting him throughout his life.

  I filled up two bottles worth and when finished, I handed them to Luke, who dutifully put them in the refrigerator. I put the pump away, got up and had a pee, and then went back to bed. Luke was back under the covers and when I snuck in beside him after replacing the nipple pads with fresh ones, he pulled me into his arms for a kiss.

  “Feeling better? Less like squeezing two basketballs between your arms?”

  “Yes, thanks,” I said and snuggled into his embrace. “I love being able to nurse Leif, but honestly, I’m looking forward to when he feeds less, and you can get up and give him a bottle while I sleep.”

  “You know I’d be happy to do it now,” Luke said defensively. “I told you I would…”

  “No,” I said quickly, sensing the hurt in Luke’s voice. “I want to keep nursing at night until he’s older and my milk supply is more certain.”

  “Okay, if you’re sure. Kaylee said that you could let me do one feed in the night as long as you pumped.”

  Kaylee was our new Nurse Practitioner, who helped get me settled back home with Leif after the hospital visit.

  “I know, but I want to wait until Leif is older. Kaylee said that at six months, babies often stop feeding as often at night, so we could try at that point. Until then, I’ll be fine.”

  Luke kissed me forehead. “Okay, but the offer stands if you change your mind.”

  With that, we snuggled down and soon fell back to sleep.

  CHAPTER 2

  Alexa

  When I next woke up, my breasts were once again full and aching. I glanced at the clock radio and saw that it was nearly seven thirty in the morning.

  Time to get up.

  I slipped out of bed, checking on Luke as I did. He was lying on his stomach, a pillow over his head as usual. I took the breast pump and two bottles into the bathroom, intending to pump without waking up Luke if I could help it.

  I went to the second bathroom nearer to the kitchen area and closed the door before switching on the light. In the brightness of the overhead lights, I looked as tired as I still felt. There were bags under my eyes and my hair looked like an old broomstick made of straw, with bits and pieces sticking out from my loose braid.

  I really did need a holiday.

  Luke and I were really lucky — luckier than most new parents. We didn’t have to worry about money or jobs, with Luke doing most of his work via Zoom or Skype. I was on a leave of absence from Columbia and didn’t have to worry about studying or writing papers. We had a beautiful house in Westhampton Beach and a housekeeper who kept the place spotless and did our grocery shopping.

  All we had to worry about was Leif and sleep.

  Leif was doing great, hitting all his developmental targets, and was starting to show a bit of a personality. He smiled a lot and I loved it when he got all coy, like his whole body smiled back at me.

  I loved him so much…

  I was able to pump both my breasts without waking Luke. Then, I went to the master suite bathroom and turned on the shower and stepped inside, glad of the hot spray, which helped to wake me up. I was able to finish my shower and get dried off and dressed without waking up Luke, which was my goal. Once I was finished, I went to the kitchen area and brewed a pot of fresh coffee.

  The scent of coffee was what finally woke Luke. I heard him rustling around in the bedroom, having a shower and then getting dressed. On my part, I stood at the patio door leading to the veranda and watched the clouds on the horizon. It was a hot hazy summer made a bit cooler by our closeness to the ocean. I would be glad for September and October and the relief from the heat and humidity.

  Luke was still inside the shower, humming to himself.

  I stripped off my clothes and joined him, my arms around his neck. We kissed and stood in the shower for a while, just enjoying our wet skin pressed against each other.

  “This is nice,” he said. “I miss this.”

  “Me, too.”

  We washed each other, and then, he turned the shower off, pulling me out of the stall and onto the bathmat.

  “You’re so sexy, so ripe and full, I want you right now.”

  “I want you, too,” I said, and he took my hand, pulling me into the bedroom. Before I could protest, he kissed me, his arms slipping around me, pulling me against him. I wrapped my legs around him, to encourage him and that did it. He pushed me onto the bed, lying on top of me.

  “You are so beautiful,” he said, taking my hands in his.

  I looked up into his eyes – his very determined eyes — and saw his lust and his love. His hair fell into his eyes in that sexy way, and he was breathing fast. I knew he wanted me.

  I was so ready for him, my flesh swollen and wet. I couldn’t wait for his hardness to fill me up completely.

  "You sure you’re ready?" he whispered. “We can do other things if not.”

  I shook my head. “I’m more than ready. It’s been more than six weeks.”

  He kissed my neck. "You can say no, and I'll stop. I don’t want to hurt you."

  "I want this," I said. "I want you. I need you."

  He I kissed me again, deeply this time, claiming my mouth,
sucking my tongue into his mouth while he ground his erection against my sex. My back arched at the sensations, and soon, I was panting, needing to feel him enter me.

  He pulled off my nightgown, so that I lay naked beneath him. He ran his hands over my body, from my hips to my waist, and then cupped one breast in a hand.

  "You are so lush," he whispered, then kissed his way down from my jaw to my neck. I glanced down and was afraid that I’d leak because of arousal, but so far, nothing and I tried to relax.

  I closed my eyes as he ran his tongue all around the curve of my breasts then swiped it over the hard bud of one nipple. I groaned and arched my back, pressing my breasts, unable to stop myself.

  "Please," I whispered, my eyes closed, my body throbbing with need. “I need you now.”

  When I looked in his eyes, he was smiling, enjoying my pleading.

  "Be patient," he said, his voice amused. "I like it when you beg for it."

  I smiled. “Don’t get too used to it.”

  He ran his tongue down my belly to my navel, and then lower to my thighs, which were spread. He pressed them open even wider and ran his tongue all around my clit without touching it, driving me wild with need. Finally, when I thought I would cry out from desire, he stroked it fully, pressing his tongue flat against it.

  I couldn’t help but move my hips, needing the sensation.

  "So wet," he whispered, pressing my legs farther apart. "Nice and wet."