One Night Baby - A Romance Compilation

by Tia Siren

  I shrugged a shoulder. “Crazy for you.”

  “You just told the entire world about our son.”

  I nodded. “I did. I’m so proud of him. I want you in my life, and I don’t care who knows. Will you please move in here and live with me? I want to be a family, you, me, and Tommy. I can take care of you. You don’t have to worry about finding a job unless you want to.”

  She shook her head. “Tyler, I don’t expect you to take care of me.”

  I waved my hand. “I don’t mean it as an insult. I mean it as I want you to be my family, to live here with me, and take care of me.”

  She laughed. “I don’t know. You’re kind of a handful.”

  “You don’t have to answer me right now. It’s an open offer. No pressure and definitely no ultimatums,” I said with a grin.

  “Thank you. I appreciate that. I will think about it.”

  “What is it you want to do?” I asked, completely serious. “I mean, what would make you happy? I know you hate the waitressing, and I don’t blame you.”

  She smiled. “Well, if we’re talking rainbows, unicorns, dreams, and all that stuff, I would paint. I would get up in the morning and go to my private studio and paint. I would come out at the end of the day, covered with paint splotches, and feel completely satisfied after creating a masterpiece.”

  After a few seconds, I couldn’t keep quiet any longer. “Emily, I can give you that life,” I said quietly. “Move in here and I will get you that private studio with a hundred blank canvases just waiting for you.”

  “Tyler, I don’t want to be a freeloader,” she replied.

  I sighed. “You wouldn’t be. Men and women live together and, in many cases, one of the parents stays home. Why can’t we be like that? You are giving me something in return. You’re not taking advantage. I want you in my life.”

  The thoughts and emotions running through her head were practically visible to the naked eye. She was an independent woman, and I didn’t want to take that away from her. I wanted to share it with her.

  “I don’t know.”

  “Of course you can work if you want to, but don’t feel like you have to take the first job that comes your way. Take some time and be choosy. Hell, paint and maybe you can make a ton of money by selling your art. I don’t care. I just want you to be happy. If I can help you reach your dreams in even the tiniest way, it would mean the world to me,” I told her, leaning forward to kiss her.

  She laughed. “You don’t take no for an answer, do you?”

  I grinned. “Not really, no. When I want something as badly as I want you here with me, I go all out, and I fight until I get it. I’m going to fight for you, Emily. We can be happy together; I know it. This is about two people sharing a life together, creating a family. It has nothing to do with money. The money is just a perk. I’ve worked hard for it, and I want to share it with you and Tommy. Will you please let me?”

  She was looking into my eyes, and I saw the moment the conversation had been forgotten and passion had taken its place.

  “Let’s go to bed,” I whispered, standing and pulling her up with me, leading her to the stairs.

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Emily

  Unlike the last time he had led me into his bedroom, things were moving much slower. That burning desire was a slow burn rather than the eruption of passion that made us both a little crazy. He closed the door and turned out the main light, leaving one bedside lamp glowing.

  “I’m glad you’re here,” he whispered, walking me to his bed.

  “I’m glad I’m here, too.”

  He walked toward a door that I knew opened into a walk-in closet that was about the size of my bedroom back in my apartment. He opened the door and came back out with a white shirt box sporting a huge black bow on top.

  “I got you something,” he said with a sexy smile.

  I looked at the box, then him. “What is it?”

  He handed it to me. “Open it.”

  I carried it to the bed, noticing it weighed almost nothing. I pulled off the bow and opened the box. I gasped at the lacy number that was sitting on tissue paper inside. I smiled as I pulled it out, holding the extremely provocative piece of lingerie up to my chest.

  The heat in his eyes was taking that slow burn up a few notches.

  “Wear it?” He said the words as a question, but I knew it wasn’t really an option.

  I wanted to wear something sexy for him. I liked the way he looked at me as if I were the most beautiful woman in the world.

  Walking toward him, I held the scrap of ribbons and lace in my hand. “Give me a few minutes,” I whispered, kissing him before heading into the bathroom. It took me a few minutes to figure out what went where, but the end result was erotic. I felt daring and sexy.

  I opened the door and saw him standing there, completely naked and very hard, the room awash with the glow of at least twenty candles. I walked toward him, watching him devour my body with his eyes before I slowly turned around, letting him look to his heart’s content.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” His voice was raspy as he reached out to touch me. “I’m going to feast on you, then fuck you until you beg for mercy.”

  His harsh words raked over my skin as I imagined him doing exactly as he promised.

  “Get on the bed,” he ordered, reaching out to touch between my legs.

  His abrupt touch took me by surprise.

  “You’re already wet. I knew you would be.”

  I nodded my head before reaching out and wrapping my hand around his erection.

  Walking to the bed, he followed close behind me, slapping my ass when I reached it. I crawled on top of the king-size bed and lay on my back, my body shivering with excitement.

  The man wasted no time spreading my legs, the crotchless panties leaving me exposed to his gaze. He reached out and stroked a finger down my slit before dropping his stomach to the bed, his mouth covering my pussy. His magical tongue was light as a feather before increasing in intensity and taking me to the brink of a climax.

  I arched and writhed as he took me close, then stopped, leaving me trembling with intense need. His rough tongue pushed inside, his teeth pressed against my sensitive flesh. I ran my fingers through his hair, holding his face against me, refusing to be left hanging once again.

  Tiny pinpricks erupted over my body as the climax spiraled through me. He crawled over my body, and with strength I didn’t know I had, I pushed him off me, knocking him flat on his back.

  “My turn,” I told him, running my tongue over one nipple before clamping down hard and sucking.

  “Fuck me!” he shouted as I repeated the action on the other side.

  I followed the happy trail of hair down the center of his flat stomach to where his cock was proudly jutting out. Just as he did to me, with no warning, I closed my mouth over the top and sucked him hard and deep into my throat, sliding my lips down his shaft.

  “Emily,” he groaned.

  His hands moved to my hair. I reached up, grabbed his hands, and slammed them to the mattress while I bobbed up and down on his dick. I heard him cursing under his breath before he wrenched his hands out from under mine. He grabbed my arms and yanked me forward, pulling my mouth away from him.

  “Fuck me,” he ordered.

  I used the back of my hand to wipe my mouth as I rose up on my knees. His hands roamed over the lace stretched across my stomach before he yanked, ripping away the ribbon that had been stretched across my nipples. I gasped at the aggressive move, and then, hotter than ever, I slid my body onto his cock. His dick felt bigger, stretching my opening as I pushed myself onto him.

  I moaned and threw my head back, letting the sensation of being completely filled by him take center stage in my mind. It was too good. I wanted to stay like that forever, with him inside me. One of his hands cupped my breast while the other held one hip.

  “I can’t move,” I whispered, knowing that was what was expected.

  “D
on’t move,” he replied. “Just feel me in you.”

  My head jerked forward, looking down at the man who had completely changed my life. He looked up at me, and there was no stopping the climax. My thighs squeezed together, clenching his dick inside me as tremors rocked through my body. He held perfectly still while my body squeezed around him.

  “You’re amazing,” he said, moving his hands to stroke over my thighs, relaxing the muscles that had been clenched tight.

  “No. You are,” I breathed out, still not wanting to move.

  “Ride me,” he commanded.

  I watched his face as I slowly moved forward before pushing back. His jaw was clenched and his eyes burned with desire. I moved back and forth, letting the feel of him inside me envelope me completely. Every one of my senses was tuned in to him and what we were doing in that moment. I took my time, riding him at a leisurely pace, basking in the glory of having him inside me.

  He took over the pace, increasing it to a point that I had to hold on to his chest as my body bounced up and down on top of him. I could feel another orgasm spinning out of control. I held on and rode it out as his body pumped into mine.

  Before the spasms stopped, he threw me to the side and crawled over me, sliding right back inside me and fucking me so hard and fast, I was convinced I was going to fly off the bed.

  “Tyler,” I cried out.

  He pulled out, leaving me feeling empty. I blindly reached out for him. He moved his hand between my legs, his palm cupping my pussy. I opened my eyes and watched him staring down at me.

  “Roll over,” he rasped out.

  I did as he asked, rolling to my stomach before going up on my elbows, my ass in the air in open invitation. He got on his knees and lovingly stroked a hand over my ass before moving to the thin band of ribbon that encompassed my waist. He pulled hard. I heard a tearing sound and felt the ribbon connected to the thong drop from my waist.

  There was more tugging and ripping before the lace teddy was tossed to the bed beside me and he positioned himself behind me and slid home. I groaned with his reentry, feeling my body stretching all over again.

  His hand came down hard, slapping my ass, pulling a scream from my throat and sending an electric spasm straight to my core. He slapped the other cheek, sending juices running down my leg.

  He gripped my hips with both hands, and with an intensity I didn’t know was possible, he fucked me hard and fast to the point that my body felt like I was going to explode into a million pieces. I held on to the bed, my arms splayed wide, reaching for something to keep me in place.

  “Tyler!” I called, knowing I was going to burst at any second.

  His response was a loud, guttural roar as he exploded deep inside me. I cried out and pushed back against him, taking him deeper as my body rocked and heaved with the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. Stars exploded in front of my eyes, and I thought I was going to pass out.

  We collapsed on the bed, side by side, my body trembling. My arms and legs felt like jelly. There wasn’t an inch of skin that wasn’t tingling.

  “I can’t do that again,” I breathed out.

  He chuckled. “Why not?”

  “I think you can truly die of ecstasy. I didn’t think it was possible, but now I know it’s real.”

  He rolled to his side and kissed me. “If I’m ever too much, you stop me. I never want to hurt you, physically or emotionally,” he said, sincerity in his eyes.

  I smiled and kissed him back. “You weren’t too much. That was amazing.”

  “Move in with me and we can have amazing every night,” he said, that boyish grin on his face.

  I looked at him and shrugged a shoulder. “Okay.”

  His eyes widened. “Seriously?”

  “If you promise to do that to me every night, definitely.”

  He leaned down and kissed me. It was full of promise and made my heart feel as if it would burst.

  When he pulled away and looked at me, I reached up to cup his cheek. “I don’t think I knew what love was before you. I do now. I think I fell in love with you that first night we met. There was something about you. I still don’t know what it is, but it’s something I can’t ignore.”

  “I hate that it took so long to find you.” He grinned. “We could have been doing this the past four years.”

  I laughed. “Maybe not quite like that. I was pregnant for part of that time and some of that wouldn’t have been physically possible,” I joked.

  “I would have loved to see you pregnant. I bet you were even more beautiful with my son growing inside you.”

  I smiled. “Maybe you will one day.”

  His eyes widened. “I hope so.”

  “Now we need to talk about closet space,” I said, laughing as his face wrinkled with distaste.

  He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue delving inside my mouth as his hand reached up to caress my breast.

  “Or we could talk about it later and do other stuff right now,” he whispered.

  I burst into laughter. “There’s no way you are ready for other stuff.”

  He grabbed my hand and placed it on his erection. “With you, I think I’m always going to be ready,” he said, his voice husky.

  I had a feeling I was going to share the same affliction. The man made me wet just by looking at me a certain way. He could bring me to an orgasm with no effort at all. I knew then we were meant to be together.

  Epilogue

  Tyler

  Six month later

  Landon was in my office, going on and on about his Saturday night with twins. I knew he was greatly exaggerating his sexual prowess, but let him talk anyway. I was happy for him, but that wasn’t the life for me anymore. My life was with Emily and Tommy, and I couldn’t have been happier.

  “Hellooooo!” Landon said. “Where’d you go?”

  I blinked. “What?”

  “Your mind is somewhere else. Are the twins boring you?”

  I smirked. “Not really my thing. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself though.”

  “You’re a lost cause. I’ve lost you to the dark side.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “The dark side?”

  He nodded. “Yep. Marital bliss.”

  “We’re not married.”

  “Why aren’t you anyway? I’ve seen you two together. Neither one of you is going anywhere. Don’t you think it’s time to make your little arrangement official? You can’t keep living in sin,” he teased.

  I thought about what he had said and nodded my head. “You’re right. Let’s go shopping.”

  “What? What the hell do we need to go shopping for?”

  “A ring.”

  “Holy shit! You’re serious?” he asked, suddenly surprised.

  “You just told me we should.”

  His mouth opened and closed. “I didn’t think you would actually listen to me.”

  “I did. I’m going to. I’ve actually been thinking about it for a while. I need to make some calls. I want to do it right away,” I said, pulling out a yellow pad and jotting down the ideas that were flooding my brain.

  “I’ll leave you to it. You’re kind of freaking me out. I want no part of this,” he said, his hands raised as he backed out of my office as if it were contagious or something.

  I ignored him and got back to making my plans for a grand proposal. I wanted to surprise her, and I wanted it to be big. I wanted Tommy involved as well. I picked up the phone and called Sarah, recruiting her to help me with the planning. She was all too eager to assist.

  It took us two weeks, but I was confident everything was going to be perfect for our big night.

  “Are you ready?” I asked, stepping into the huge master bathroom.

  She was putting on mascara, wearing the most beautiful gown I had ever seen. I had picked it out for her with Sarah’s help last week. The gown was emerald green. Sarah had called it regal. I called it sexy. In it, Emily looked like a goddess.

  “I am. Did you check on Tommy?”r />
  I grinned. “Don’t cry when you see him. You’re going to ruin all that you did there.” I pointed at her face.

  She laughed. “I’ll try not to, but seeing my little man in a tux is likely to cause a few tears.”

  It was inevitable. The moment she laid eyes on our son, she cried. Once she had dried her tears, she touched up her makeup and we headed for the hotel where we first met.

  “What charity is this ball for?” she asked as we walked toward the ballroom.

  I shrugged. I hadn’t thought that much about that minor detail. It was just a ruse to get her there. “Something for kids,” I mumbled.

  The doors opened, and we walked into the ballroom. Emily froze and looked around. “It looks just like it did our first night together,” she whispered, looking at the twinkling lights hanging from the ceiling and the little tables along the wall where we had decided to go to the room.

  I looked around, feigning surprise. “Does it? I guess I don’t remember,” I lied.

  “Sarah’s here!” she exclaimed when she saw her friend talking to a lovely couple that worked for me.

  “Go ahead and catch up. I want to introduce Tommy to a few people,” I told her.

  She nodded and headed in the direction of her friend while Tommy and I went the other way. I stopped to introduce Tommy to April before moving on to a quiet corner of the room.

  “You ready?” I asked him with a great deal of seriousness.

  He nodded his head. “I’m ready.”

  “You remember what to do?” I asked, testing him but having full confidence he knew exactly what his job was.

  He looked exasperated the way only a four-year-old could. “Yes, Dad.”

  I laughed. “All right, here you go,” I said, handing him the first red envelope. “Go give that to Mom and we’ll get started.”

  I watched him make his way to Emily before slipping away into the crowd of people. As I was making my way to the stage, I ran into Kathy, who was doing her best to stay out of sight until her presence was to be revealed.

  “You’re a good man,” she said, hugging me close. “I’m so happy Emily found you.”