His Amazing Baby_A Miracle Baby Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  But he doesn’t stop there. Once he realizes that I’m looking back at him, a smile slowly spreads across his face. He’s not ashamed at all that I was staring at him. No, he seems genuinely pleased to have been caught.

  I turn away as fast as I can, my heart hammering in my chest. “Spencer Winterfield is staring at me,” I whisper to Logan.

  “He’s doing what?” Logan asks.

  “Staring right at me. And smiling like a creep.” Logan goes to turn and look, but I stop him by grabbing his arm. “Don’t look!”

  “Maybe he just wants to talk.”

  “When I caught him, he didn’t move to come over here. He just… smiled. It was creepy.”

  “He smiles?” Logan asks, grinning at me.

  “Come on, I know it sounds stupid. But seriously Logan, he gives me the creeps. Like, majorly.”

  Logan’s grin slowly disappears and he nods. “Okay. I’ll keep an eye on him.”

  “Thank you.”

  We get to the bar and order drinks. Once I’m given my glass of wine, I risk a look back over at the table where Spencer was standing, but I’m relieved to find that he’s gone.

  I let out a breath and turn back to Logan. But as I go to sip my drink and step away from the bar, I nearly freaking scream.

  Spencer is standing right there, grinning enormously and staring at me again. He’s closer now, and he still doesn’t seem ashamed to be looking right at me and smiling like a maniac.

  Before I can say anything, though, Chester and Muffie appear beside him. I realize that they were with him the whole time, and I just didn’t notice them.

  “Logan, Everly, so good of you two to make it,” Chester says. He shakes Logan’s hand and kisses my cheek before I’m forced to go through the greeting ritual with Muffie and Spencer.

  When Spencer comes in to kiss my cheek, he lingers for a second too long, his hand on my lower back. “You look lovely tonight,” he whispers.

  I pull away from him, a creeping chill running down my spine, but nobody else noticed. Logan and Chester are too busy talking about the charity, and Muffie already wandered off to some other group of people. I’m left alone, standing across from Spencer and his creepy grin.

  I know this is part of the job. I have to put up with Spencer for the sake of the project. I can’t be a jerk to him and blow him off, or else I’ll risk alienating Chester, which will ruin everything. But he’s just so damn creepy, and every time he looks at me, I just get an awful feeling.

  I don’t really understand it. But just being near Spencer makes my skin crawl. He looks at me like I’m a piece of meat, like he literally wants to devour me. It’s unsettling to say the least, and everything about him screams bad news.

  I stand there awkwardly listening to Logan and Chester make small talk. Meanwhile, Spencer is just grinning at me like a crazy person, his eyes wide and manic-looking.

  I can’t take it anymore. I reach up and squeeze Logan’s arm. “Excuse me,” I say to Chester. “I’m not feeling well. I think I’ll grab a little fresh air.”

  Chester cocks his head at me. “Of course, dear. Please, by all means.”

  “Sorry,” I say, giving the men a quick smile, before hurrying away.

  I know that probably seemed a little rude and abrupt, but it won’t mess anything up. Besides, I can still feel Spencer’s eyes on me as I walk away.

  I need to get out of there. I suddenly feel stifled and exposed all at once, and the memory of that email comes charging back into my mind. Someone violated my personal life once, who says it won’t happen again?

  I hurry back out of the banquet hall and practically stumble onto a set of stairs. I start climbing them, not really thinking about anything. I walk as fast as I can until I finally reach the top. I push through the door and step out onto the roof of the building.

  It’s a cool night as I walk over toward the ledge. I stop, not wanting to get too close, taking deep breaths to calm myself. I know I’m overreacting, but I’m already on edge as it is. Spencer being a huge creep just set me off. I know I just need a second to reset before I go back down there and make nice with Chester. I’ll be extra charming, just to make up for this, and come up with some stupid excuse for why I had to abruptly walk away. Preferably an excuse that doesn’t include how horribly weird Chester’s son is.

  I look out across the city. It’s a relatively tall building, so the view is actually pretty good. I don’t want to go back down to the party, but I know Logan needs me. I can handle one creepy asshole if I have to. I’m just being a little paranoid right now, is all.

  But before I can turn to leave, I hear the door open. My heart nearly skips a beat as I watch a man step out through the door.

  At first, I think it’s Spencer. I’m ready to scream for help when he steps out closer to me, and I realize that it’s Logan.

  I let out a breath. “Logan,” I say. “You scared me.”

  “Scared you?” He walks over to me, concern clear on his face. “What’s wrong?”

  I shake my head, looking away. I suddenly feel so silly and foolish. “It’s nothing, really. I just needed to get some air.”

  He steps up next to me and sighs. “I know this is hard,” he says softly.

  “Really, I’m okay.”

  He reaches out and takes my hand softly in his. “You’re doing great, you know that? Seriously, Everly. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

  The way he’s looking at me makes me completely forget all about Spencer Winterfield.

  “You don’t have to say that,” I answer, though my heart starts beating faster. The way he kissed me comes flooding back through my body, and I realize that we’re very alone up here, and it’s very, very beautiful outside.

  “What you’re doing…” he turns toward me and reaches up, tipping my chin up toward him. “It takes a lot of strength. Even if you’re doing it for money.”

  “I’m just doing what anybody would,” I whisper, heart beating fast. He’s so close and so damn handsome. I don’t know what to do. I’ve been trying to keep him at a distance all this time, even though we’re getting closer and closer. It’s impossible not to feel like I know him when we live together and I’m helping to take care of his baby daughter.

  “Nobody wants to live a lie, Everly, and yet you’re doing. That takes strength, and grace, and intelligence.” He hesitates for a second before stepping closer to me. His arms wraps around my hips and pulls my body against his. I gasp slightly, my hands on his chest.

  “Thinking about what I’m putting you through… it drives me insane. You think I want some creep grinning at you all night? Or your personal photographs used against you?” He shakes his head softly.

  “It’s not your fault,” I say, looking up into his deep eyes.

  “Maybe not. But I feel responsible. When this is over, I’m going to make it up to you.”

  “How?” I ask him, before biting my lower lip.

  “I’ll give you whatever you want. But for right now… I think I know how to make you feel better.”

  “Logan,” I whisper, but I know it’s useless.

  He kisses me deeply, and I know I’m lost. I can’t fight this even if I wanted to. I’m dripping wet and I need him more than I ever thought I would. I feel safe in his arms, like all of the problems that are crashing down around us are suddenly gone. When he kisses me, the only thing I can think about is how much more I need.

  He says he’ll give me whatever I want. But right now, I know I’ll give him whatever he wants, and I know exactly what he wants from me.

  15

  Logan

  As soon as my lips touch hers, I know I can’t be patient any longer.

  I’ve given her space. I know she’s nervous about mixing this business arrangement with something more, and I’ve respected that. But now, I can’t wait any longer. I know she wants this as much as I do, I can taste it in her kiss, feel it in her body as she presses against mine. I know she’s desperate for my thick cock an
d I’m not going to be patient and kind any longer.

  She’s my fucking wife. Maybe it’s fake, but we’re still married. That part is legal and real. And I’m going to fuck my wife the way a man should.

  I kiss her slow and deep, my hands running over her hips. She slides her hands up my chest and wraps her arms around my neck as I kiss her deeper, her tongue touching mine, her mouth open. My cock is hard as fuck and I know she can feel it pressed against her body, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She’s not pulling away this time, and I’m not going to let her.

  I take her hair in my right fist and tip her head back. She gasps as I kiss her neck softly. “Do you know how badly I’ve been wanting to taste you, wife?” I ask her softly.

  “I don’t know,” she says.

  “You know. You can see it in the way I look at you. Like I want to fuck you for hours and even that won’t be enough. I want to feel you raw and broken, Everly. I want to hear you scream my name as you come so hard you can barely fucking breathe.”

  “Yes,” she whispers. I reach down with my free hand and slowly start to pull the hem of her dress up her legs. “God, I want that too. But we’re so exposed, Logan.”

  “Exposed?” I smirk and softly bite her ear as I grip her hair. “You think this is exposed? I haven’t even started to take off your clothes yet.”

  She groans as I pull her dress up further. I steer her away from the edge of the roof and press her up against the wall of the building. We’re deep in the shadows, away from the edges but still near the doorway. If someone comes up, they’re going to see us, but I don’t care at all.

  She doesn’t either. I get her dress up over her ass and pin her back against the rough wall, keeping it there. She’s wearing these little black panties that makes me even fucking harder as I slide my hand down between her legs, feeling her smooth skin.

  “Fuck, girl,” I whisper before kissing her again. She’s dripping wet. Absolutely fucking soaked. I don’t think I’ve felt a pussy this wet in a long time, if fucking ever. Her panties are sopping and useless, so I slide down around her thighs as my fingers press up inside of her pussy.

  She gasps into my kiss as I slowly slide my fingers back out and find her clit. I rub her in circles, gently at first, making her gasp and moan softly as I kiss her deep and full. I move back to kiss her neck, pulling her hair back again, and pressing my fingers deep inside of her pussy.

  I fuck her pussy with my fingers like that. “God damn, you’re so tight,” I whisper in her ear. “I think you’ve been saving this pussy just for me. You’ve been dreaming of my thick fucking cock deep between your legs, stretching you out, ripping you to pieces. You want me to fuck you rough and deep, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Logan,” she groans. “God, I want to taste you. I want every inch.”

  I smirk and slide my hand back up out of her, making her gasp and look at me. I pin her wrists up over her head and kiss her full, pouty lips before dropping a bit lower, kissing her exposed cleavage. I keep her pinned against the wall, her hands above her head, her panties stretched between her thighs. She’s completely dominated and controlled, and she knows it. I kiss her full breasts before releasing her wrists and dropping to my knees in front of her.

  She gasps as I grab her ass and press my mouth against her soaking clit. I suck and lick her, wanting to get every single fucking drop. I love the way she tastes, and the way she wraps her fingers through my hair and moans just drives me fucking crazy inside. I suck and eat her clit, sliding my tongue along her slit. I roll it down low and press my tongue inside her pussy before sliding back up, lapping up her every fucking drop.

  Her moans fill my ears and there’s nothing else for me but Everly. I need her body so badly I can barely stand it. I slide two fingers deep inside of her as I suck her clit. I don’t care that her dress is shoved up against this dirty wall. I want to tear it off her body, get it filthy, make her fucking filthy. I fuck her pussy with my fingers as I suck and lick her clit.

  She grips my hair harder, and I like it. I love that I’m making her tense and crazy. My cock is throbbing in my pants, and I don’t know how much longer I can take this. I’ve held back for so long, but now I need to plunge myself deep between her legs. I want to feel her full breasts under my hands as I thrust deep inside of her.

  I work that pussy with my tongue and lips while my fingers do their job. She’s so lost in the moment that the only sounds she’s making are soft, deep moans. She says my name when I press my fingers deep inside of her, and I know I could make her come right now if I wanted to.

  But I don’t want that, not yet at least. I pull my fingers back out and stand, crushing her mouth with mine. She doesn’t seem to mind that she can taste herself on my lips, and that just makes me want her even more. I slide my fingers inside of her again as she wraps her arms around my neck.

  I push her back against the wall and pull one strap of her dress off her shoulder. Her eyes bore into mine as I expose her breast and tease it with my tongue. Meanwhile, I unbuckle my belt and pull it open.

  She drops to her knees before I can finish. I stare down at her as she pulls my pants down around my ankles and slowly slides my boxer briefs down. I love the look on her face when she sees my thick cock.

  “Holy shit,” she whispers, taking it in both of her hands. She slowly strokes my shaft.

  I smirk at her. “I bet you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into.”

  “I had no clue.” She shakes her head, eyes wide. “I don’t know if I can handle this, Logan.”

  I take her hair in my fist again and tip her head back. “Let’s find out.”

  She opens her mouth and I slide my cock between those perfect lips. I hold her thick dark hair in my fist as she slowly takes my cock into her mouth as far as she can, which isn’t far. There’s nothing fucking sexier to me than a woman struggling to take my whole cock into her mouth, and Everly has to struggle a lot. She’s a petite woman, and I’m a big man.

  She goes to work sucking my cock. Pleasure flows through me, and she slowly loosens up and gets the hang of it. I press myself deeper into her mouth and throat, and she takes me like she’s greedy for every single inch.

  “Fuck, girl, seeing you down on your knees like that drives me insane,” I say to her. “I’ve been picturing this every day since we first met. That’s right, even before all this, when I was just your boss. I used to picture making you choke on my big fat cock while you were wearing your sexy little work outfits. I wanted to tear those blouses open, send buttons flying everywhere, before spanking your white ass raw and fucking your cunt until you couldn’t stand.”

  She sucks me faster and faster, and I know she likes what I’m saying. I don’t want her to stop her work to respond, because it feels so fucking good. I press myself deeper, making her gag, and she pulls back, gasping and looking up at me. She strokes my cock with a hand full of her saliva, and she has to use both of her fists to get my whole cock.

  “You get it now?” I ask her. “You get how badly I need you, Everly? I’ve been dreaming about your soft skin under my rough body since we met. I’m going to take every inch of you.”

  “Yes Logan,” she groans. “Oh god, yes, boss.”

  I smirk and pull her to her feet. I spin her around and tear her panties off, tossing them aside. They’re useless at this point, anyway.

  I pin her up against the wall and spread her legs nice and wide. I make sure her dress is up over her ass and her soaking pussy is perfectly exposed before I press her wrists behind her back and slowly tease her pussy with my cock.

  “God damn, girl,” I whisper in her ear. “Do you think you can handle this? Right here, out in the open? I want to feel you, stretch you out, make you come.”

  “Please don’t tease me,” she whispers back. “I just need it. And I’m tired of waiting.”

  I smirk and give her what she wants. I press my cock slowly between her legs and deep inside of her pussy.

  She gasps as I fill h
er to the brim. She groans, wiggling her ass back against me as I fill her completely. I slide myself deep into her tight pussy and she groans, deep, low, and needy.

  “That’s right, girl,” I whisper in hear ear. She looks so fucking sexy with her dress a mess, her body pressed against the wall, one of her breasts exposed, her wrists behind her back.

  I slowly start to stroke myself in and out of her. I take it easy at first as she gets used to my size. I whisper in her ear, tell her how fucking sexy she is, how fucking good her cunt feels wrapped around my thick cock. She responds by wiggling her ass against me, moaning low and throaty.

  Soon, I start to fuck her faster. I release her wrists and she presses her hands up against the wall. I grab her hips and thrust myself deep inside of her. She twists around and kisses my lips as I pump into her tight little pussy, stretching her out, working her rough.

  “God damn,” she whispers. “Oh fuck, Logan. This has to be a bad idea, because it feels so fucking good.”

  I smirk and slap her bare white ass, just like I’ve always pictured. “You think this is wrong? I think we can make it so much dirtier.” I grab her hair tight and pull her back against me as I rock into her.

  I fuck her rough and hard, making her gasp and moan. I’m totally lost in the moment as I fuck her deep, pressing harder and harder as I pull her close against me. I reach around her hips with my free hand and start to work her clit as I fuck her tight pussy.

  Her whole body is wracked with pleasure as she starts to buck back against me. Her ass slams against my cock as I fuck her rough and hard. I want to take her like an animal. I release her hair and feel her breasts, exposing them completely.

  I know she’s going to be a mess after this, but I don’t care. I don’t care about that fucking charity downstairs, or about the shelter, or about Winterfield. I don’t fucking care about any of it but Everly.