by Tia Siren
“Look, I get it. People want the playboy to settle down. You’re getting serious with some chick and you think I should, too. Everyone does. Sure, there might be a girl who’s caught my attention. It’s not like I sleep with other women while I’m sleeping with one. She’s my thing right now and then I’ll move on to the next one. Not a big deal.”
“Didn’t sound that way when we last talked,” Marcus said.
“Dude, back off. I’m not telling you anything. She wants to keep it private, and I don’t blame her.”
“Who the hell would be ashamed of sleeping with a billionaire?” Marcus asked incredulously.
“Someone with a nosy-ass family who can’t keep their shit to themselves,” I snapped.
“I’m gonna pretend that wasn’t a dig at me,” Marcus said. “So, when can you talk about her?”
“Look, she is special. She’s not like all the other bang-em-and-leave-em women I’ve done in the past. I’ll talk about it when I’m ready,” I said.
I brushed past Marcus and walked down the stairs. I was pissed that he felt he could corner me and assault me like that. Did he not realize I was his fucking boss? I was going to have to start drawing some boundaries with him. With all of them, to be honest. This speculation about my love life and what the fuck I was doing wasn’t just some gossip they could theorize about while stuffing their bodies full of alcohol. By the time this night was finally over, I could be dating the Duchess of Cambridge for all they knew!
This was why I hated the media and why I really hated coming home sometimes. I loved my family and I’d take bullets for them, but shit, they had some fat mouths.
I was so worked up, in fact, that I didn’t see Hanna when I first rounded the corner. When I bumped into her, that beautiful tit of hers grazed my arm and I lost it.
“Come here,” I growled. I yanked her arm and pulled her into the guest bedroom in the back before anyone could come around the corner and see us. I slammed my lips against hers and swallowed her moans with my mouth, but she soon caved to me when her hands came up to cup my cheeks. My tongue slid into the warmth and safety of her mouth, and I couldn’t help but taste every inch of her while her sweet, tight body pressed firmly against mine. Her dress had me so worked up that I’d had to beat off in the bathroom. And after Marcus had cornered me, I still had some steam to blow off.
And I knew just how to do it.
I backed Hanna into a corner while my lips assaulted her neck. When I felt her body jar against the wall, I sank to my knees. I gathered the loose fabric of her dress and tossed it over my head. Before she could move any further, I tossed one of her legs over my shoulder. Her thigh felt so good pressed against my cheek, and I turned my head to sink my teeth into the meat of her. She bit back her groan and thrust that sweet, dripping pussy into my face. All I did was slide the fabric over before I lapped up the drippings she had for me.
“Shit,” she muttered.
I wasted no time in plunging my tongue into her silky pussy. When she started grinding down on my face, I pinned her tightly to the wall. I wanted her to bend to my will and shut up with those fucking demands she had about getting pregnant. I knew that barreling her body with an orgasm only I could give her would shut that pretty little mouth of hers. I raked my tongue up to her swollen clit and sucked it between my teeth. When I squeezed down on it lightly, an audible groan peeled from her lips. I slapped her thigh, punishing her for a sound I needed her to keep to herself, and she sighed in ecstasy before my tongue resumed its assault.
She mumbled my name and held back her nasty thoughts. Her juices dripped down my chin and her hips desperately tried to come unpinned. Her body trembled and her legs grew weak. I could feel her clit swelling between my lips as my tongue continued its flickering assault.
Her thigh clenched beside my cheek, and suddenly her body began to tremble against the wall. She gathered the fabric of her dress aside and found my hair, clamping her hands into it as she pulled me in deeper. I flattened my tongue over her clit, throwing her over the edge again in a breathless attempt to steady myself. When her body finally released its pleasure and collapsed to the floor, I caught her in my arms and held her until she could steady herself on her knees.
“Oh. My. God,” she said between pants.
I held her up with one arm while my free hand flew to my belt buckle. The moment she heard it clatter, her eyes widened. She whipped her face, red and covered in a beautiful orgasmic sheen, up to mine, and that determined woman I knew all too well finally rose up behind her eyes.
Fuck.
“Have you considered my offer?” she asked, still breathing heavily.
“No,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Then,” she said as she got to her feet, “no more sex.”
I watched her get up and adjust herself in the mirror before she made her way out of the room. The only thing I could do was lean my head against the wall and pull out my throbbing cock.
The moment I heard the door click behind her, I was back to picturing her beautiful body.
Chapter 17
Hanna
God, it had felt so good to tell him no. The last time we had been together, my body had yearned for his so badly, I’d tossed all my plans aside. I knew I couldn’t do that again. He looked so incredible in his outfit for the cocktail party, and I knew he was just as excited as I was, but I was the one who had the demands. The expectations. The control. If he wanted me, he’d have to give me what I wanted.
I wanted a child. I wanted to be a mother. I wanted to be strong and energetic and full of life so I could take on all the responsibilities that came with that child, and I was ready to take that on. I knew I was. I was ready for the long nights and the tantrums and the diapers and the bottles. I was ready for the growing up and the milestones and the beginnings of making my own family. I was ready to hear my child tell me they loved me for the first time. I was ready for his or her first words. I was ready for the nights when my child couldn’t sleep and wanted to crawl into my bed because they felt safe with me.
With Mom.
But what I wanted was more specific than that. I wanted Kason’s baby. I wanted him to be the father of my child. I wanted my child to have his eyes and his smile. I wanted my child to have his ingenuity and his determination. The child we created would be beautiful and have all the best traits of each of us. I trusted him. I trusted him with my body and I trusted him with my plans. My future. It wouldn’t get any better than this. There wasn’t any other man I’d ever come across who I would trust enough and find attractive enough to father my child.
Plus, the sex was incredible. I’d had sex a few times before him, but my partners had all been so selfish. They wanted in as fast as they could get in before they got theirs and got out. It hadn’t taken them more than a few minutes to get what they needed, and then they’d rolled off me and fall asleep. They were boys compared to Kason. The multiple orgasms and the electricity that flowed through my body and the fire he set in my pelvis…I’d never felt anything remotely like that before, and I knew that meant we were compatible. I knew that meant my body had chosen who it wanted to father a child with.
I trusted my gut.
I had walked out of that room with my head held high while Kason had fallen to his knees. I’d crumbled the sexiest, most intelligent man on this planet, and there was something satisfying about that. Every time I turned on a television or talked to Marcus, Kason had some new flavor of the week on his arm. To think that I could bring such a playboy to his knees was nothing short of empowering. I chatted with people during the rest of the cocktail party, wondering exactly what Kason had done in that room. The mere thought of him having to relieve himself before being presentable was enough to make me shiver.
I had brought the billionaire to his knees for my own pleasure. I had something he wanted desperately, and I could use that as leverage to get what I wanted.
It had been close, though. The moment I’d heard his buckle come undone
, there had been a part of me that had wanted to do it. A part of me had wanted to cave again. Men like Kason always carried condoms, and I knew if I caved, he would have one ready so he could take my body again. The idea of his raging cock filling me time after time was enough to make my nipples pucker beneath the beautiful dress my mother had bought me. The idea of him pinning me to the wall and snapping his hips into mine until I orgasmed around his dick made the insides of my thighs warm. He would’ve pressed his hand against my mouth to muffle my sounds. He would’ve sank his teeth into the meat of my breast, marking me as his own before he covered it up with my dress.
God, if I didn’t stop thinking about him, I’d have to excuse myself to the bathroom.
The cocktail party was boring, and Kason did everything he could to avoid my presence. It became a little game of cat and mouse. I’d find him in one room and smirk when he left. Then I’d conveniently find him in another room and he would make an excuse to leave. He couldn’t fool me. I knew he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.
Once the cocktail party was over and everyone had dispersed, I got my answer.
I’d walked back home after helping Mrs. Marx break down everything. When I got to my bedroom, my phone was vibrating on my nightstand.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hello, Hanna.”
His voice sent shivers down my spine, and I closed my eyes before I took in a deep breath.
“Hey there, Kason.”
“I’ve been thinking about your offer,” he said.
My body came alive and my soul took flight. My ears perked up and tears of happiness lined the rims of my eyes. Was this it? Had I found the perfect man who would agree to give me a child? Had Kason Marx—the boy I’d crushed on since middle school—finally decided that having a child with me wasn’t as bad as it sounded?
“Yes?” I asked.
“I was wondering if you had some time to talk about it over dinner. We could tell your parents that we’re going to iron out the details of your internship.”
“Couldn’t we do that anyway?” I asked.
“I can place calls to HR and my accountant and have the details ready to be talked about, yes.”
“Then I don’t see why we couldn’t have dinner and talk about both of our respective offers.” I grinned. I felt like a kid on Christmas. The hottie from high school was asking me out for dinner, and we both had things we needed to iron out. We were approaching this like a business deal, and it made the blood in my veins boil with anticipation. The idea of having Kason’s perfect child growing inside me was enough to force tears of happiness down my cheeks.
“When would you like to go to dinner?” I asked.
“How about in 20 minutes? You can keep your dress on if you’d like.”
Wait, what? He wanted to do dinner now?!
“I thought you said you had some calls to place,” I said.
“I own the company. Really, all I’m doing is informing them of the change. I’d come with the employer paperwork in hand, ready for you to fill out and designate a start date. We can negotiate wages and everything while we’re there.”
“I can be ready in 20 minutes,” I said.
“I’ll come over in a few.”
I hung up the phone and squealed in delight. I rushed to the bathroom and freshened myself up a little bit before running downstairs and telling my mother that I was going to dinner with Kason. My mother hugged me and my father asked what was going on. I told him Kason finally had the details of my internship and that he was willing to make it a paying job.
“I’m so proud of you, honey. So very proud,” my father said.
Twenty minutes later, I was in the car with Kason and we were driving into town. We didn’t talk too much—I could tell he was deep in thought—but everything inside me told me I was mere minutes away from getting everything I’d ever dreamed of.
And all with the perfect man.
He was an absolute gentleman. He opened my car door and ushered me calmly into the restaurant with his hand on my lower back. He pulled out my chair and even ordered what he thought I would love off the menu. Everything was absolutely stunning. A man would only do this for a woman he was about to make happy, and I was about to burst with joy.
“Which topic would you like to broach first: the internship or your offer?” Kason asked.
I grabbed my drink and brought the straw to my lips before I leaned back in my chair. I felt like a business mogul brokering the biggest deal of my life. My legs began to tremble with nerves.
“My offer,” I said.
“Then I’ll get straight to the point.”
He leaned onto his forearms with that sly trademark grin of his on his face. His eyes sparkled in the candlelight, and the shadows of the restaurant were etched deeply into his features. The moment the words flew from his lips, I was ready to tug him into the bathroom and start fulfilling our deal. The moment he made me the happiest woman alive, I would be ready to throw all caution to the wind and tell him to take me any way he pleased.
Any way that got me what I wanted.
“I’m not willing to get you pregnant, Hanna,” he said.
All at once, my world shattered around me. The confidence fell from my body and slipped out onto the floor. I set my drink down on the table while I tried to choke back tears of disappointment. Why would he do this? Why would he bring me to this wonderful restaurant and treat me with the utmost respect if he wasn’t going to give me what I wanted?
What the fuck was the point of this dinner?
“Kason, I just want the child. I don’t need the father,” I said. “You’ll get to go back and live your life! What more could you want?”
“I can’t let you do that to yourself. Hanna, you’ve glamorized being a single mother, and it’s one of the most difficult jobs there is. Those Dove and diapers commercials, that’s not what parenting is like.”
“Oh, and you’d know?” I exclaimed. I crossed my hands over my chest and shoved my breasts together. His eyes flickered down to my cleavage.
“Not a chance,” I snapped. “You know I’ll be fine, Kason. I always am. I don’t want a relationship with you. That’s not what this arrangement is.”
“Then I’m not sleeping with you if that’s all you want,” Kason said.
Wait a second. He was stealing my line!
“If it isn’t you, then it’ll be someone else,” I said.
“I’m not doing that to you, Hanna. I’m not getting you pregnant and then leaving you to be a single mother. I’m not ruining your education like that, and I’m not ruining your life either.”
“Having a child is hardly ruining someone’s life, Kason! With that kind of talk, you’re better off with this deal! You can spread your seed and get some wicked sex, then have nothing to do with the beauty of the child you’ve created.”
“The answer is no,” he said sternly.
“Then why the hell did you bring me to dinner, huh? You could’ve just told me no over the phone. There was no reason for the pomp and circumstance.”
Tears rimmed my eyes but I didn’t give a shit anymore. I felt embarrassed and led on. At least I’d been honest with him about my intentions from the beginning. What he was doing was cruel!
“Because I enjoy the time I spend with you and I’d like to convince you to continue using protection so I can continue to be with you.”
“I’m not just having sex with you, Kason. I have a goal and I’m sticking to it.”
“Why is this really happening, Hanna? Why are you so hell-bent on having a child before you graduate college?”
I sighed. “Kason, I don’t expect you to understand.”
“Try me.”
I panned my eyes over to him and felt globs of tears spill over onto my cheeks. His eyes were hooked on me, ready for every worth that poured from my lips. For whatever reason, I couldn’t hold myself back.
“Because my mother is graying,” I admitted.
“You want a chil
d because your mother’s getting older?” Kason asked.
“If they ever knew,” I said, choking back tears.
“Talk to me, Hanna. Open up to me. Tell me what’s going on,” he said.
“Marcus got the best of them, you know,” I said.
“How so?”
“They were young when they had him. Marcus has all these stories. Stories about him and Dad going camping. Of him and Mom baking in the kitchen. Of them taking him to the pool all day and walking with him on the beach at night. They’d spent afternoons in the sun just to watch him run around. The way he lights up about it, it’s just… wonderful, you know?”
“And you don’t have those memories?” he asked.
“Not the way he does,” I said. “My memories are of rocking in the chair with Dad while the sun shone outside. Of hearing Mom say ‘no’ when I wanted to help cook because she was cooking for too many people. Of sitting on the balcony when we went to the beach because Marcus was old enough to go play but they didn’t have the energy to go to the beach that day. They did the best they could, they really did. And I love my parents, I really do. But, I want children. I always have. And I can’t do that to my child.”
“You want to have children now so you can give them what they gave Marcus,” he said.
“I don’t know why being a mother is such a bad thing,” I said, grabbing my drink. “Mom loves it. I watched her move around the kitchen cooking for her family. I watched her set up for the holidays to surprise my father when he got home. I watched her support him all throughout his life—support all of us throughout our lives-- and I want that. I want to be that for my child. But, I can’t be that for my child if I’m tired from my own old age, Kason.”
