clit and suckled.
Emily arched her back and groaned.
I heard the knocking too and I didn’t really care.
It couldn’t have been anyone important or anyone for me.
I was crashing at Emily’s place.
It was supposed to be a for now thing but we both had no real urge to change what we had.
I loved the cozy place.
She loved having me there.
It was win-win.
“Liam,” Emily groaned. “The… door…”
I pulled at her clit and popped my mouth free.
I went right back for more.
She propped up to her elbows and grabbed the covers.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned.
I growled.
I was not stopping until she came.
Simple as that.
Emily hooked her right leg around to the middle of my back and dug her heel in.
That was her move.
That was her way of telling me she was very close.
I fucking loved when she did that.
My tongue lapped down and up, coating itself with her honey.
Her hips danced the same way my tongue did.
With the tip of my tongue, I drew left to right over her clit, her body shaking harder each time I did so.
Outside the open bedroom door I heard the knocking again.
This time… it was pounding.
“Liam… we have to… ohgod…”
My hands grabbed her hips and I pulled her against my mouth with force.
She dug her pussy with purpose against my tongue and I sucked her clit again.
She gasped for a breath and pulled at my hair as her back crashed to the bed.
I fucking had her.
She exploded with force, fresh honey pouring from her body as I was thirsty, hungry, and fucking greedy for it all.
Emily cut me short though… just a few glorious seconds of drinking her pleasure before she wiggled away and shut her legs.
“Go,” she ordered and pointed to the door. “Now.”
She pulled the covers over the lower half of her body.
“When I beat the hell out of whoever is at the door, I’m coming back for seconds,” I said.
I licked my lips.
She looked flustered.
She wanted me to have seconds. And thirds.
I grabbed my t-shirt and shut the bedroom door behind me.
The pounding at the door continued…
“The building better be on goddamn fire,” I yelled. “Or else you’re…”
I opened the door.
“Cole,” I said.
“You busy?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I was in the middle of devouring Emily.”
“Fuck. Sorry. Am I cockblocking?”
“Yeah,” I said. “So… fuck off…”
“I fucked up,” Cole said.
“What?”
“I fucked up big time, Liam. You’re the only person I can trust with this.”
“With what?” I asked.
Cole reached into his pocket.
What he showed me made me do a double take.
Make that a triple take.
Or a quadruple take.
He held up the picture and shook his head.
“Yours?” I asked.
“Mine,” he said.
I kept blinking.
I didn’t want to state the obvious… but I kind of had to…
The ultrasound picture was…
“Holy fuck, Cole,” I said. “Who the fuck did you get pregnant?”
How to Have Your Boss’s Secret Baby
READY TO READ EVEN MORE?!
It was one night with my boss.
Now I'm pregnant.
And he wants to pay me to keep it a secret.
We're both in over our heads here... and the last thing I need is to fall in love with him.
After all, he's still my boss.
I'm just having his secret baby.
Want more? Go to Amazon.com and type in “London Casey How to Have Your Boss’s Secret Baby”
OR
CLICK HERE!!!
FREE PREVIEW!
(Cole)
I looked down and Maggie was on her stomach, asleep.
She had a tattoo on her right shoulder. It looked like a ballerina with wings. I had always wanted to ask her about it, but I didn’t want to cross that line where we actually talked about something other than sex.
The only time I wanted to hear her voice was when she was calling out my name or say something filthy that she wanted me to do to her.
And trust me… she could get wild.
I touched the ballerina tattoo and shook my head.
She was probably some small town girl who grew up taking dance lessons, never really sure of her dreams. Good in school, smart, all that shit. Then when the real life decision came to her, she chose a lawyer. Why not? A strong woman like her would make a great lawyer. But a wild fire was lit in her heart. The artist side of her. So she bolted to the big city to take it over and couldn’t do it.
Was that anything true to Maggie’s life?
I had no fucking idea.
All I knew was that after I sent Mr. Pickle home with the blonde beauty I ordered for him, I paid my tab with Maggie, left her a more than generous tip, and then asked when her