The Baby Contract

by Amy Brent

  “I can manage,” she said, popping another piece of cheese in her mouth.

  “If you need anything, just call me. I’m only a fifteen-minute drive away. And if you want me to pick up anything on the way home, just shoot me a text or something, and I’ll make sure to grab it for you.”

  Devon stood up and pressed her finger horizontally to my lips. I could smell the cheddar. “Shh,” she said. “Relax. I’ll be fine on my own. You go worry about work. I’m going to relax with my book and enjoy this food. This will be the best afternoon I’ve had in ages.”

  Her finger on my lips was distracting. It drew my attention to the softness of her skin. Soon, I was staring at her lips and thinking about how badly I wanted to kiss them. Then, I was admiring her slender neck, her cleavage peeking out of the neckline of her V-neck T-shirt, her hips in those insanely tight blue jeans.

  For crying out loud, Ethan, get out of here, I thought. I shook my head, took her wrist, and lowered her hand. “If you keep doing things like that, I’ll never be able to leave.”

  Devon’s tongue darted across her lower lip. It sparkled with saliva and beckoned to me. She looked too good. She always looked too good.

  “Sorry,” she breathed. “I won’t keep you.”

  Even as the words left her mouth, I knew I was done for. I wasn’t going in. Poor Eddison was going to be parked at the curb for a while.

  I guess that was why I paid him the big bucks.

  Chapter Twelve

  Devon

  The way he was looking at me made me feel like the sexiest woman on the planet, which was a feeling I had never felt before. It was almost like he was afraid to blink for fear of missing a glimpse of me. I caught his eyes lingering on my lips and falling to my breasts. I could feel my nipples straining against the fabric of my bra. I wanted him to reach out and touch me. I wanted to feel that electricity run through me again.

  I dared not move. If I stayed here, dangling in front of him like a ripe fruit ready to be picked, I was certain he would reach for me.

  His chest was rising and falling more rapidly. He was becoming excited, just as I was. I could feel it around us. I could practically smell it in the air.

  I swallowed.

  Then, all at once, his arms were wrapped around me, and he was crushing me against his powerful body. His lips were sealed over mine, and I succumbed to his need, letting him explore my mouth with an urgent tongue. He tasted like toothpaste. I probably tasted like cheese.

  I didn’t care.

  He smelled like sandalwood and cedar. I breathed him in as he set to work on undressing me. I was aware of his knuckles grazing my hips as he took my pants off; his palms tickling my shoulders as he slid my shirt over my head.

  And, just like that, I was half-naked in front of him. I was glad I had put on a matching black lace set. My tits were pushed up to my chin, and the double straps on my hips from my thong made my curves look even more voluptuous. Ethan noticed. His gaze wandered up and down the length of my body two full times before he began stripping out of his clothes.

  Once he was naked, I did the same thing to him. I admired the hard lines of his stomach and the groove of his hips. I ran my fingers up his chest and over his muscled shoulders. His arms were thick and decorated in snaking veins that I could trace like brail. His skin was hot. Incredibly hot.

  His erection was firm between us. As he pulled me to him again, he cupped the back of my head with one hand and used the other to dance patterns on the very top of my breasts. His cock was pressed up against my belly. I wanted him inside me. I reached between us and took him in my hand, and then began to gently stroke him. I rubbed my thumb over the tip of him, gliding through a trace of precome. I lifted my hand to my mouth and licked it from my fingertip.

  This drove him wild.

  He took hold of my waist, lifted me straight up, and set me down on the kitchen table behind me. He shoved one of the chairs aside with his hip. I waited, the marble table cool on my bare ass, as he moved the other chair out of the way. He stood before me, holding his cock in one hand, and demanded I take my panties off and spread my legs for him.

  I did as I was told.

  “Wider,” he said.

  I let my legs fall open until my knees were nearly touching the tabletop. As he stepped closer I anticipated the moment his cock would touch my pussy. I wondered what he would do. Would he just go for it and fuck me as hard as he could? Would he tease me?

  The tip of his cock swirled over my clit. I leaned back on my elbows and pressed my palms flat on the table. I waited, terribly impatient, as he drew the head of his dick up and down the length of my slit.

  I bit my bottom lip and looked up at him. He was watching me. His eyes were dark, his shoulders were hunched, and there was something incredibly sexy about the way his jaw was clenched.

  “How long are you going to tease me?” I asked as he paused to tap his dick on my clit. I flinched each and every time he touched me. I was so turned on and so sensitive.

  “For as long as I damn well please,” he said huskily.

  He lowered his cock back to my opening and held it there. Then, excruciatingly slowly, he inserted just the head of his dick. I moaned more out of frustration than anything else. I wanted to feel all of him inside me. There was a fire in my belly that was raging to be free.

  “Come on,” I begged, “just fuck me.”

  He didn’t answer me this time. Instead, he put both hands on my inner thighs so close to my pussy that he could reach my clit with both of his thumbs, which was exactly what he did. He pinched my clit between both thumbs and slowly rubbed them back and forth.

  This time, my moan was genuine. What he was doing felt wonderful. I hung my head and closed my eyes. “Yes,” I breathed, completely willing to let him know what I liked.

  As his thumbs caressed me, he began entering me slowly. If there had been something for me to grab hold of, I would have. But there was not, so I bit my lip and stared up at him as he pushed himself deep inside me. I never looked away, and neither did he. He pulled out, his cock covered in my juices, and then entered me again.

  He kept himself steady and never broke his pace. As he worked his cock into my pussy, he rubbed my clit between his thumbs. That heat in my belly became more intense with each and every thrust.

  He was working slowly on purpose. I was sure of it.

  He was going to make me come as many different ways as he could. I wasn’t going to hold it against him. I loved what he was doing to me.

  I went flat on my back. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts fall away, so I was nothing but the extraordinary pleasure. I let out a short sigh, and then, all at once, my first orgasm crept up on me.

  As my mind melted, Ethan continued to fuck me nice and slow. How he hadn’t broken his rhythm, I had no idea. I was so wet and tight around his cock.

  When my orgasm passed, Ethan pulled out of me. I wanted him back inside me as soon as we were apart. He walked to the sofa and motioned for me to follow him with the curl of two of his fingers.

  I slid off the table and padded across the obsidian floors. When I reached him, I awaited further instruction. He pulled me to one end of the sofa and pushed me forward so that my thighs were touching the side of the sofa. Then his hand was in the middle of my back, and he was pushing me down, down, down, until my cheek was on the seat cushion, and I was bent dramatically over the armrest of the couch.

  He spanked me.

  I yelped.

  He spanked me again, harder this time, but I bit back my cry and squeezed my eyes closed. It hadn’t hurt. In fact, it had felt good. All the nerve endings in my pussy were tingling. My clit was pulsing.

  His hand wandered up the back of my left thigh. He meandered slowly to the groove between my legs and traced the outside of my pussy with the lightest touch. I moaned softly. He began rubbing me up and down with two fingers. I was so wet. My juices were leaking onto my inner thighs.

  “Do you want me to fuck you some mo
re?” Ethan asked.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “I can’t hear you,” Ethan breathed, but I could feel him placing himself behind me. I knew his cock was just inches from my swollen pussy.

  “Yes,” I said, louder this time.

  Then all of him was inside me. I gripped the sofa cushion and stifled my cry in the leather. He fucked me hard and fast, so hard I could feel the sofa against my thighs. If his cock hadn’t felt so good, I would have asked him to stop.

  But I didn’t dare. I needed this release.

  My toes curled. I moaned, desperate for him to make me come again. I was so close.

  He pushed his hand into the small of my back. His other hand grabbed my shoulder and held me in place while he thrust against me.

  I came again. This time, it startled me with how fierce it was. My legs trembled and felt weak. I was thankful for the sofa beneath me. Had it not been there, I would have crumpled to the ground like a marionette doll.

  Ethan flipped me over like I was weightless. He yanked me to him so that my lower back was resting on the armrest, and my shoulder blades were lower on the sofa cushion. He stood between my legs. He was running his hand up and down his shaft as he stared at my pussy.

  He thought I was sexy. I wanted to make him as crazy as he made me.

  I brought one of my hands down between my legs. He watched, fascinated, as I began rubbing myself. While I played with my clit, he continued jerking himself off. There was nothing romantic about it. His movements were quick and determined and made me excited. His eyes watched my fingers swirl over my clit with intensity.

  Then, just to see what he would do, I slipped one finger inside myself and let out a soft little whimper of pleasure.

  His hand on his own cock slowed. He reached out and rubbed my clit while I continued fingering myself. I was so horny and so wet, I couldn’t believe it. His finger slid down my clit to my opening. I let him trace the outside of my pussy. Then, I saw the look of hunger in his eye, and he slid his finger to the side to ease it inside me along with my own.

  For some reason, this delighted me. I moaned and closed my eyes. His finger worked alongside mine until I came again. I felt the wetness around my finger and knew he must have felt it too. I was so ready for his cock again.

  He shared the same sentiment. He pulled his finger out, and so did I, and then he stepped in between my legs and didn’t hesitate to shove his cock inside me. I rubbed my clit vigorously. He held my ankles and spread my legs apart as he buried his length as far into my pussy as he could.

  My breaths became gasps, and I gripped the leather edges of the sofa. His balls slapped against my ass and that low growl of sound vibrated up out of his throat. It was enough to send me over the edge.

  I nearly screamed when I came. Ethan leaned over and covered my mouth with his hand. He continued fucking me, hard and fast, as I moaned loudly into his palm. Then he shuddered above me, and seconds later, he was coming too. He gave me a few more pumps before removing his hand from my mouth and pulling out. He was just as out of breath as I was.

  I stayed where I was, draped awkwardly over the armrest of his sofa. Ethan smiled down at me like he was proud of himself and then toyed with me by running his fingers up my still-throbbing pussy. I flinched away from his touch and rolled off the side of the couch.

  “You should get some sleep,” Ethan said, still working to catch his breath.

  I nodded, feeling a little exposed after our session. I went to the dining room table and grabbed my clothes. “I’ll see you in the morning?” I asked.

  “Definitely,” he said with a crooked smile.

  I padded to my bedroom with my clothes in one hand. When I reached the door, I paused and looked back over my shoulder.

  Ethan hadn’t moved. He was still standing at the edge of the sofa. His arms were crossed over his chest, making him look even more muscular. His cock was still rock hard against his stomach and he was staring at my ass.

  Then he realized, I was looking at him. He arched an eyebrow and gave me a catcall whistle before turning away and making for his own room.

  I slipped into my room, smiling like a teenage girl who had just gotten back from her first date with the star of the football team, and closed the door behind me.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Ethan

  I had been sending emails for the last hour when my desk phone rang. I answered it, and my receptionist, Julie, announced the arrival of Reginald. I told her to send him in, got up from my desk, and opened my office door for my financial advisor. I returned to my seat and waited for him while I finished the tail end of my last email.

  I had just hit send when Reginald came in, shrugging out of his coat and hanging it on the coat stand behind the door. “Good afternoon, Ethan,” Reginald said cheerfully, making his way to my desk and taking the seat across from me.

  “Afternoon,” I said with a curt nod.

  “I was surprised to hear from you so soon. What can I do for you today?” Reginald asked, sitting slightly forward on the edge of the chair like he was awaiting bad news.

  “I just wanted to give you an update,” I said, “and thank you for steering me in the right direction. One Billion Fantasies proved to be the perfect solution to my predicament. I found the right girl, and believe it or not, she’s already pregnant. Things are coming together nicely.”

  Reginald lifted both eyebrows in delighted surprise. “I am so glad to hear of this, my boy,” Reginald said rather affectionately. His business tone was gone. This was friends discussing life. I told him about Devon without mentioning her name and confessed how excited I was.

  I realized, fifteen minutes later, that all I had been looking for was someone to share all the news with. Since I was unable to tell Heather or my family, I needed someone to unload all my excitement on. Reginald had become a dear friend, and his enthusiasm about the pregnancy seemed to match my own. By the time he left, my mood was at an all-time high, and I went into all my afternoon meetings feeling confident and excited.

  That excitement ebbed away when my sister called later in the day asking if we could get together for dinner.

  “Dinner won’t work for me tonight, Heather, sorry. I have a meeting with a client from out of town, and tonight was the only time that worked for him,” I lied, feeling a little guilty. But I couldn’t have her over for dinner. Devon’s stuff was all over the place, and I wasn’t going to banish the girl carrying my child to her bedroom for the evening so we could keep our little secret from my sister.

  “Oh,” Heather said. “That’s all right. Is there another time that works for you? I miss you.”

  I glanced at my watch. It was nearly one in the afternoon. “Is it too late to grab lunch right now?”

  “Lunch would be wonderful,” Heather said gleefully. “Same place as last time? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that wrap I had.”

  “Sure thing. See you in half an hour?”

  “Perfect,” Heather said, hanging up the phone.

  Heather had beaten me to the restaurant when I arrived twenty-five minutes after getting off the phone with her. She was sitting at the window reading the menu when I came in. She glanced up, waved me over, and gave me a greeting hug.

  “You look good,” she said. “New suit?”

  “No.” I shook my head.

  “Hm, something’s different. I just can’t put a finger on it. New hair? No,” she said quickly, her mouth tightening into a thin line as she scrutinized me while I sat down across from her.

  “I don’t think I’ve changed anything since I saw you last,” I said, plucking my menu from the table. “You must be imagining things.”

  She placed her index finger on her chin and shook her head. “I’m not imagining anything. Something is different. I’ll figure it out.”

  “Okay.” I chuckled, scanning the menu while trying to ignore her invasive stare. After an awkward minute, I glanced up at her, one eyebrow raised. “Seriously? It’s
going to bother you that much?”

  Heather narrowed her eyes. “Yes. Yes, it is. Maybe it’s the stubble. Usually, you’re clean-shaven, aren’t you? Am I just making that up?”

  “No, you’re not,” I said, even though she was. There were plenty of mornings where I rocked the five o’clock shadow, but I was willing to say anything to get her to stop staring at me. There was a pit of nerves in my gut that told me she was inching closer to finding out about me and Devon, which was completely impossible. My sister wasn’t a psychic.

  But she was a woman, and they knew things.

  I was relieved when she shrugged it off, and we ordered our food. Conversation sort of flowed. I stumbled over my words more than once, catching myself nearly spilling the beans about the baby. I reeled it back in and tried to only talk about things that were work-related. I was sure I was boring Heather to death, but for now, this seemed like the only safe course I could take. I had promised Devon we wouldn’t tell anyone about our arrangement, and it was a promise I was going to keep.

  As I was halfway through telling Heather about my most recent meeting, a shadow fell across the table. My sister and I both looked up to see a tall young man with a mane of blond hair and a thick, tidy beard staring down at us.