The Rock Star's Baby Bargain - Lili Valente Page 0,25
inside me, making my knees go gooey in the center. “I just like fucking you too much. My body refuses to settle down and rest in your sex goddess presence.”
I purse my lips. “You could have woken me up, you know. I wouldn’t have minded. Not even a little bit.”
“You were too pretty while you were sleeping, and you need your rest. So do I, so I’m thinking we should do separate bedrooms at the retreat.” He lifts me up, guiding my legs around his waist. “Just for the sleeping part. If that’s okay with you.”
The hot length of him presses against my core, and I twine my arms tighter around his neck with a sigh. “Whatever you want, baby.”
“Whatever I want?” he challenges, the thick head of his erection nudging against my entrance.
“Anything,” I promise, wiggling my hips. I’m already on fire, dying to feel him buried inside me. “As long as you let me come on your cock at least once a day.”
“Three times a day, minimum,” he says as he glides inside me, making me moan as he stretches the places where I’m still a little sore from last night.
“Or more,” I agree, moving with him as he pulls back and pushes in again with enough force to make my tailbone grind against the cold tile.
But the contrast of cool ceramic and the oh, so hot man in my arms is perfect. Sexy. Exhilarating.
“More, please,” I beg as he moves faster, driving into where I’m getting wetter with every passing second.
This man does something to me, something that makes me suspect it would be a good idea to have a spare pair of panties in my purse at all times.
He shifts one hand, trying to reach between us, his fingers bound for my clit, but I shake my head and guide his palm back to my ass.
“I don’t need it,” I pant between kisses. “I’m almost there. I just need you to tell me.”
“Tell you what, beautiful?” he asks tightly as his fingers dig into my ass, and his cock grinds deeper, faster.
“To come,” I whisper, my head already spinning and my skin flushed hotter than the steamy water. “Tell me when you want me to come.”
“You like it when I tell you what to do?” he asks, his breath hot against my neck.
“Yes,” I gasp, clinging to his shoulders. “Please, yes.”
“Then come for me. Come on my cock, Colette. I want to feel your pussy tight on my dick. Right now.”
My head falls back, and a primal sound escapes my chest as my body locks down around his cock. My inner walls squeeze as he jerks inside me, and feeling him losing control with nothing between us is every bit as hot as it was last night.
I hook my ankles behind him and pin him to me, circling my hips as I coax every sparkle of pleasure from the moment.
After a long beat with nothing but the hush of the shower spray hitting the tile and our ragged breathing to disturb the silence, he says, “I told my manager about the baby plan.”
I pull back far enough to get a look at his face, but he doesn’t seem worried or plagued by regret. Still, I wrinkle my nose. “I’m guessing he thought it was a terrible, no-good, very bad idea.”
Zack grins. “Pretty much, but it put things in perspective for me. It’s not something to worry about or a bridge to cross before we reach it. If it happens, I trust we’ll be grown-ups and put the baby’s needs first, no matter what’s going on between us personally.”
“No doubt,” I assure him, brushing wet hair from his forehead with a smile. “I know you might have heard differently from Fernando, but I’m very easy to get along with.”
Zack’s eyes darken. “Fernando is an idiot. No doubt in my mind about that now.”
I arch a brow. “Yeah? Why’s that?”
“He let you get away,” he says in a soft but intense voice that sends more shivers—and a hint of foreboding—prickling across my skin. “Now, I have a serious question for you, Colette.”
I hold his gaze. “Yes, Zack?”
“How do you like your eggs? I take mine over easy, and I like to dip my toast in the runny parts. My last girlfriend thought that was disgusting, but I’m not about to change. Not for her or anyone else.”
Biting back a smile, I nod. “Nor should you. A man should be free to eat his eggs any way he sees