How to Have Your Boss's Secret Baby - London Casey Page 0,61
skin.
I jumped to my toes and groaned.
His middle finger was like a magnet to my clit.
It almost pissed me off how aware Cole was of my body. There was no digging and searching for my clit like some guys were known for. Cole knew everything. Every spot. And he knew what to do when he got there…
As the tip of his finger teased my clit, my hips rocked back and forth.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. “Just… put him on the spot…”
“What?” Cole asked.
His lips kissed up my chest.
My left hand moved over the full tip of his cock and I squeezed.
“Put him on the spot,” I said.
Cole lifted his head from my chest.
We both stepped out of our pants at the same time.
“What do you mean, Maya?” Cole asked.
My left hand slid down his beautiful cock and I paused again.
“Tell him shit or get off the pot,” I said. “It’s been long enough. You don’t have time for his bullshit anymore. You’re bigger and better than him. Fuck him. You don’t need his stupid money anymore.”
“That’s not the smartest move in the world,” Cole said.
“Neither is knocking up your secretary, but we’re doing okay,” I said with a grin.
Cole kissed me and guided me to the bed.
I pulled at his cock, wanting him inside me right fucking now.
He lowered himself down and that first rush of pressure and pleasure was better than any other feeling in the world.
I put my head back and let out a long groan.
Cole kissed my chest. Then my breasts.
He always took it slow at first.
Gently fucking me.
Trust me, that felt really good.
But I needed more.
Somewhere in his idiot guy mind, he thought his cock was big enough to hurt the baby. Which just proved that no matter how many times you show a guy a picture of a woman’s body, they have no idea what they’re actually looking at. Other than boobs, a clit, and two holes. One that was okay to enjoy. The other… optional depending on personal preference.
I reached down and dug my nails into his firm ass and pulled.
That was the cue to fuck me.
To really, really fuck me.
Which he did.
The workday floated away.
My ass boss became the greatest sex of my life.
Cockhead Cole transformed into Elevator Guy like a man turning into a wolf in some cheesy scary movie.
I moved my hands from his ass to his face and I pulled him down to kiss me.
His right hand grabbed my left breast and he grunted into my mouth.
I wrapped my ankles around his lower back and kept pulling, wanting and demanding more.
This was our routine.
Sex after work…
Sex before bed…
Sleeping together all night…
Sex in the morning…
Getting pregnant was maybe the best thing that had ever happened to me.
I wore a bathrobe that was like a blanket.
Cole ordered takeout and we sat on my bed and talked, ate, and laughed.
He took a shower - alone for once - and I kind of just got lost in everything.
The whole hiding thing really sucked at first.
Now I was used to it.
At work, everyone knew I was pregnant.
It was none of their business about it though.
I really didn’t care if there were rumors or not.
All that mattered was that the baby was healthy.
And I trusted Cole.
There was still that one thing…
Nobody from my former life knew.
I had talked to Connie and Jen plenty of times. And they still didn’t know.
My mother didn’t know.
I was too far along to try and hide it too. Which meant I was going to catch hell when they all found out.
Cole entered the bedroom in nothing but a towel.
Wet hair. Sexy eyes. Damp muscles. The V line that made my mouth water.
My mind was suddenly cleared of anything important.
Or so I thought.
“Cole. I didn’t tell anyone yet.”
“What?”
“About the baby. Anyone back home. Where I’m from.”
“You should,” he said.
“And say what? Can I tell them about you?”
Cole swallowed hard. “I don’t know…”
“I can just say I’m with someone. It’s new and unexpected but we’re doing good. Right? Are we doing good?”
Cole walked to the bed and leaned over me. “We’re better than good, love. We’re fucking amazing.”
His right hand slipped into my robe and he flirted with my breast.
I reached forward and opened the towel, wanting his cock again.
We kissed.
All that serious stuff went out the window again, for good.