How to Have Your Boss's Secret Baby - London Casey Page 0,70
“I understand.”
I thought about telling her about Cody. About my past. My childhood. What it was like to be me. Because I understood what she felt. Which was the reason I showed up. Which was the reason I got her out of that house and brought her to this hotel.
“I can’t believe you showed up. You were that horny, huh?”
“That’s exactly what it was,” I said. “I started to think about your body and went for a walk to your office and Don was at your desk.”
“The IT guy?” Maya asked.
“Yeah.”
“And you didn’t sleep with him?”
“Your tits are bigger, love,” I said.
Maya laughed.
I loved her body moving against mine.
“Poor Don,” she said.
“I mean, if he shaved his face and cut his hair…”
“Stop it,” Maya said.
I hugged her tighter.
I kissed her shoulder.
I wanted to tell her about Cody.
About my life.
I also wanted to tell her how much I cared about her.
And that I loved her.
Chapter Thirty-One
Maya
I thrust my hips back against Cole’s amazing cock and buried my face into the pillows. That allowed me to make any noises I wanted without letting the other hotel guests know that I was once again letting my boss fuck me senseless.
His hands were so strong.
And I loved when he grabbed my ass and pulled me against him hard, then slid his thumbs along the sides of my back, digging into my muscles.
It was like sex and a massage all rolled into one.
His hands moved up and then around to my breasts.
I couldn’t get flat on the bed thanks to my pregnant belly, so Cole had an easy time cupping my breasts tight.
He fucked me.
I fucked back.
Morning sex was the only way to exist in life.
I felt myself starting to reach that moment when I was going to lose control and there was a knock at the door.
A heavy knock.
I threw my head back and closed my mouth tight.
Cole stopped.
His cock still inside me.
Throbbing.
My body clenching against his thickness.
“Good morning!” a voice said. “Breakfast is ready!”
“They’ll leave it,” Cole whispered. “It’s fine.”
His hands moved down to my ass again.
Slowly, he pulled back and thrust forward.
I pulled two pillows to my face as I felt myself starting to come.
Cole growled as my body pulsed against him.
The knocking sounded again.
“Is anybody home?” the same voice called out. “Your breakfast is ready!”
I couldn’t pick my head up because I couldn’t stop groaning.
It felt too good.
Cole just kept going too. Fucking me as I came, knowing that if he kept that up, I would come again.
His hands moved to my hips and his fingers locked tight as he pulled, slamming against me.
I shut my eyes and saw dancing stars.
Or maybe they were dancing cocks.
Because the pleasure just kept going… or coming…
The knocking sounded again.
“A hot, steamy breakfast is waiting!” the voice yelled.
“Just fucking leave it!” Cole yelled. “I’m fucking my woman!”
I lifted my head and gasped.
I looked back at Cole and he winked at me.
The knocking stopped.
The voice went away.
My face turned bright red.
But I didn’t care…
I didn’t want Cole to ever stop.
Cole touched my chin and kissed me one last time.
“Are you going to tell me you miss me?” I asked him.
“No. I got what I wanted. Sex three times, and coffee.”
“I hate you, Cole,” I said.
“If you need anything, call me. Or text. This place isn’t who you are, Maya. You’re not going to fall into any traps.”
I stared at Cole and I really wanted to believe him.
“Worst case, if you get worried, just think about my dick.”
I laughed. “You think it’s that good?”
“I know how good it is,” he said. “Look what it did…”
Cole put his hand to my stomach and kissed me again.
I thought my knees were going to give out.
He walked to his car and I walked to mine.
It was like we were sneaking around having an affair or something.
In a sense, we kind of were.
He needed to be the single playboy to finish the deal with Mr. Pickle.
But here the story didn’t matter.
I controlled the story here.
Which was the one thing that kept me calm on the ride back to my mother’s house.
It felt so weird pulling up to her house in a car that I wasn’t driving.
The car stopped out front and I walked to the door.
This time when I opened the door, I smelled coffee and heard music.
“Mom?” I called out.
“Maya?” my mother’s voice yelled from the kitchen.