One Night Baby - A Romance Compilation

by Tia Siren

  “Did you miss your pill or something?” he asked.

  “That day, yeah. I swear to god, Kason, I didn’t realize it. It wasn’t intentional and I didn’t notice it until that morning when I went to take my pill and saw I was behind one. So, I went to the drugstore on the other side of downtown—”

  “You drove 45 minutes? Shit. Hanna, why didn’t you call me? I would’ve taken you. How much was it? I’m gonna reimburse you.”

  “Wait. What?” I asked.

  “I should’ve gone with you, Hanna. Don’t you ever do something like that again when it concerns me. Do you understand?”

  I stared at him in disbelief. He was upset because I hadn’t told him. He was upset because he hadn’t gone with me. Shit, I should’ve told him the truth.

  The fuck was wrong with me?

  “Okay.” I nodded.

  “The pill’s making you sick, isn’t it?” he asked.

  I nodded. “A bit.”

  He held me in his arms, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He stood up with me and stepped out of his jeans. When he took me over to his bed, I could already feel his dick growing between my legs again. I giggled into the side of his neck, and he peppered my cheek with kisses. When we lay down, I ran my hand through his hair.

  “God, you’re so beautiful. Why didn’t you just tell me that from the beginning?” he asked.

  “I thought you’d be upset with me or maybe think I forgot on purpose.” I shrugged.

  “I would’ve given you the benefit of the doubt, Hanna. I know you.”

  “I know, I know…”

  “Give me more credit next time,” he said.

  “I can do that.”

  “So…” Kason drawled. “Since you’re not on your period…”

  “Uh huh.” I smirked.

  “I figured we could, uh…”

  He trailed his fingertips up my leg, and both of them fell apart for him in an instant. His touch set my skin on fire, and I could feel my clit pulsing between my legs. He massaged the insides of my legs and I bit back my moans. When his fingers parted my pussy lips, I felt my juices spill out onto his bed.

  “So wanting for me,” he said.

  His fingertips slowly slipped inside me, and all at once my body gave itself over to him. He pumped me until my wetness covered his fingers. Then he slid up to my clit and slowly began to circle it. I bucked into his hand, and he covered his lips with mine, swallowing my moans so our parents wouldn’t hear us from outside.

  “We have to be quiet,” he murmured against my lips.

  My hands threw themselves into his hair, and I pulled him on top of me. My body was rolling into his and his fingers were working my clit so well, but I needed him more than I ever had. I needed to know he would still be with me through this. I needed to feel him fill me up in only the way he could. I needed to forget about what was happening. I needed the pounding of my body to rid me of the dizziness and nausea I felt because of my gaffe this morning.

  “God, Kason. Yes.” I breathed into his lips.

  He removed his fingertips just before I threw myself over the edge and slipped into me without a second thought. I buried my face into the crook of his neck so his skin could catch my sounds. He set a slow tempo while he planted his hands beside my head. I clung to him as closely as I could while my legs shook around his waist. All at once, the sickness I felt fled from my body. With every pump, my body shook with electricity, and his groans vibrated my skin while he tried to keep himself quiet.

  “You feel so incredible,” he murmured.

  “You fill me so perfectly, Kason,” I whispered. “Please, don’t stop.”

  “I don’t intend to,” he said. He pulled back and looked deep into my eyes, and all at once, the world stopped. My heart thudded heavily in my chest and my breasts stood at attention for the beautiful man floating above me. Stacey’s question ricocheted in my head, and for a split second, I tried to shake it off.

  I tried to ignore how real it felt.

  But I knew I couldn’t deny it any longer.

  I had feelings for Kason. Strong ones.

  “Oh, Kason,” I whispered. I cupped his cheek, and he turned his lips to kiss my palm. Then he slowly started up his thrusts again. But this time, they were more wanton. This time, they were more desperate.

  This time, they were much heavier and louder.

  We threw his covers over our bodies while our panting breaths intermingled with one another’s. His dick sank into me and grew in size with every stroke, and my pussy walls clamped down around him while that slow burn in my pelvis slowly began to grow. We were swallowing back our sounds and digging our fingernails into each other’s bodies, and suddenly, my body began to tremble.

  “Come for me, Hanna. Come for me and soak my balls in your smell.”

  “Fuck, Kason. Oh, god. I’m so close. I’m so close. I’m—yes. I—”

  My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my body trembled as he sank his hips into mine. He rolled deeply into my body while I shook beneath him. When his dick finally twitched inside me, he sank his teeth into my shoulder and grunted into my skin. This was the first time he had ever come multiple times for me, and I smiled and sighed in sweet surrender as my body collapsed on his bed in a fit of pleasure. I was humming for him and my heart was thudding in my ears while he peppered my neck and cheek with kisses before he captured my lips in a long, deep kiss.

  “Hanna,” he said.

  “Yeah?” I whispered.

  He placed his forehead on mine and kept our bodies connected. His cock was slowly shriveling up inside me, but he didn’t dare move. We were trembling in each other’s arms, and his eyes were so heated with passion and indulgence. I honestly didn’t want to let him go.

  No matter who found us.

  “Come down behind me in ten minutes,” he choked out. He slowly slid out of me, and suddenly, I felt very empty. He gave me a kiss on my nose before he climbed out of bed, and for the first time since we’d started this little charade of ours, I felt unfulfilled. Used. He put his clothes back on and wandered down to the bathroom. When I saw him go down the stairs, I lay there and stared at the ceiling. I could feel him pouring out of me while tears rose to my eyes. It was at that very moment—alone in his childhood room—that I could admit to myself that I had more than just a crush on Kason.

  And he would never feel the same.

  “Damn it,” I whispered.

  I waited ten minutes and then rolled out of his bed quietly. I shuffled to the bathroom and cleaned myself up with some tissues. I rearranged my clothes and splashed some water on my face. Then I slowly made my way downstairs.

  “So, where did you two get off to?” Kason’s mom asked.

  “Kason wanted to talk about a few things with my internship and schedule since I’ve gotten signed up for classes,” I said.

  “Yeah, and I went ahead and called HR to give them her schedule so we didn’t schedule her during classes,” Kason added.

  “He also wanted to try to talk me into a paid internship.”

  “Hanna, you really should take him up on that offer,” my mother said.

  “I’m thinking about it. I just don’t feel right with him hiring Marcus and everything.”

  “I wouldn’t offer it to you if I didn’t think you deserved it,” Kason said.

  “And like I said,” I said to him, “I’ll think about it.”

  At that moment, Kason’s cell phone rang. He groaned and lobbed his head back before he picked it up. I could tell by the way he stormed out of the room that it was probably another business call. He said the name Brad and something about a prototype before he bounded up the steps, but he caught my eye just before he disappeared upstairs. Our mothers were back to gabbing and he winked at me knowingly, but all I could feel was a dangerous flutter in my chest.

  My emotions were raging out of control, and that wasn’t good.

  For anyone.

  Chapter 26

  Kason


  I heard my phone ringing and groaned as I rolled over. I looked at the clock and saw it was barely seven in the morning. I knew it could only be one person. The CFO of my company, Brad Holmstead, had been fucking up my existence for the past few days. When my phone started ringing yet again after I let it go to voicemail, I knew it was serious.

  “What, Brad?” I said as I answered.

  “We can’t get this prototype out. Because people are rushing, it’s not passing tests. It’s just not safe. We need you and your mind back here to figure out what the fuck is going on, Kason.”

  “Can I seriously not go out of town for a month without you torching the damn place?” I asked.

  “Like I said, not my fucking fault you left in the middle of a project.”

  “I’ll have your job,” I said.

  “No, you won’t. Please get back, Kason. We’re in hot water.”

  I knew the moment I hung up the phone that I’d have to go back. Things were falling apart and this was our biggest project in four years. We were revamping our basic security system to include our own 911 call and help center, and we were expanding the security branch of our division to include personal safety. We were the first tech software company to do it, and we were setting a precedence. The damn prototype was supposed to have been sent out to all the call centers in the San Francisco region four days ago, and we were still fucking testing.

  Damn it.

  I rolled out of bed and started jamming my shit into my suitcase. I picked up my phone and booked a flight back home. When I hopped in the shower, I turned the water to cold. I wouldn’t have time to get coffee, and I needed to be alert when I got back to town. It wouldn’t fucking help if I fell asleep on the damn plane. I shivered through my shower and thought about what I would tell my mother. Then it dawned on me that I’d be leaving Hanna.

  And the weird thing was that I didn’t want to.

  I got out and got dressed. When I made my way downstairs, my mother was just coming out of her bedroom. She looked at me with my suitcase in my hand, and the look on her face broke my heart.

  “Mom, I’m so sorry,” I said.

  “What’s going on?” she asked.

  “A prototype that was supposed to be set out Monday is still being tested, and apparently I hold the magic key to making it work.”

  “Well, I’m sorry that’s happening, sweetie.”

  “What’s going on?” my father asked.

  “Kason has to go back early. Issues at work,” my mom said.

  “Ah, son. You sure you have to go back?”

  “I’ve been putting off my CFO for days. We’re now critical.” I sighed. “Dad, I’m really sorry.”

  “It’s all right. We’ll fly out soon to see you.”

  “I’ll pay for the tickets,” I said.

  I poured myself a cup of black coffee and chugged it despite how hot it was. I knew I needed to go next door and say good-bye to Hanna, but really, what I wanted to do was fuck her senseless one last time. The earliest flight out wasn’t for three hours yet, and I knew I could spare an hour and still get there on time. My private jet wouldn’t get here and back before a commercial flight could get me home, so I had to settle for economy and suck it up until I could land.

  “You guys pick a week—any week—and let me know. I’ll fly you guys out. You can stay with me, and I’ll take off work and treat you to all the sights San Fran has to offer.”

  “We know you will, sweetie.” My mom smiled. She always called me “sweetie” when she was secretly disappointed, and it ached my heart that I’d hurt her. I was going to fucking kill Brad when I got back, and someone was going to get fired the moment I walked through those doors.

  I just didn’t know who yet.

  “Let us know when you land?” my dad asked.

  “Always.”

  I went outside just as the cab I had called pulled up. I threw my suitcase in the back. I handed the driver a few bucks and told him to wait here. Then I walked over to Hanna’s place next door while I called Marcus.

  “Hey, Kason! We still on for tonight?” he asked.

  “Change of plans. I know you’re finishing up with some clients, but I’ve gotta get back into work.”

  “Something wrong?” he asked.

  “I want you to post something on the blog as soon as you can,” I commanded.

  “Sure. Switching over now. What’s the subject?”

  “The title should be ‘Practice Makes Perfect,’ and here’s what I want you to put in it…”

  I talked him through everything that was going on with the product and he took notes. He asked a few questions like “when was it originally due?” and “what are the problems currently being experienced?” I felt like I was talking to a reporter who was on my side while I stood on Hanna’s doorstep. When I hung up with him, he told me he’d get to work. I wanted him to create a small and digestible post about how our company holds integrity and quality over deadlines, and then I wanted him to blast it all over our social media accounts. It would make us look good during the delays and would hold people off until I could get home and get this shit fixed.

  “I’ll miss ya man. I’ll fly out soon,” Marcus said.

  “You better with the money I’m paying you.”

  I hung up the phone and knocked on the door, and Hanna’s mom answered. She embraced me in a hug and tugged me into the house as I told her I couldn’t stay long.

  “Why not?” she asked.

  “Work issues. I have to go back early. My plane leaves in an hour,” I said.

  “I’m so glad you got to come home, though I’m sure your parents are disappointed. Hanna’s in the shower if you want to say good-bye, but you’ll have to wait a few minutes. She just hopped in.”

  “Thanks.” I smiled at her.

  “We’re really gonna miss you. I know Marcus was looking forward to tonight.”

  “Well, he’ll be able to fly out soon to see me with the money I’m paying him.”

  “Thank you so much for what you’ve done for my kids. Really,” she said.

  “It’s not a problem. They’re very qualified individuals.”

  “Kason?” Lisa asked.

  “Yeah?”

  “If I tell you something, can you promise not to repeat it to anyone?”

  “Of course, Mrs. Rendon. Anything.”

  “I always hoped Hanna would end up with a man like you. With the way you two were growing so close, I honestly hoped that was what was taking place.”

  I stood rooted in place for a while and simply stared at her. At first, I wasn’t sure I’d heard her right, but when she disconnected her gaze and sighed, I knew I’d heard her just fine. I gave a little chuckle to let her know I had registered what she’d said, but I really didn’t know what else to say. Did I enjoy spending time with Hanna? Of course. Was she a great lay? Good god, yes. But a relationship? An actual, fruitful relationship with a woman who hadn’t graduated college, who was twelve years younger than me, and who wanted a child so badly she could taste it?

  Honestly? I wasn’t as deterred as I should’ve been.

  “Kason?”

  Hanna’s voice ripped me from my trance, and when I panned my gaze up to her, she looked absolutely gorgeous. She was in nothing but pajama pants, and a tank top but her hair was dripping wet and her skin was still flushed from the heat of her shower. I wanted to take her in my arms and hold her close just so I could memorize the way she melded into me one last time, but I’d settle for a verbal good-bye while her mother was standing there.

  “I’ll leave you two alone,” Lisa said.

  “Is everything all right?” Hanna asked.

  “Hanna, there’s been some issues at work,” I began.

  “I know. You’ve been getting a lot of phone calls.”

  “And I have to go back.”

  Her face fell and my heart dropped to my toes. The happiness fell from her face and the light dimmed behind her eyes. All at once, I threw my arms around her and
pulled her close. I kept murmuring how sorry I was into her hair and how I wished I could stay longer, but she seemed oddly rigid.

  “I’m really sorry, Hanna,” I said.

  Then an idea struck me.

  “If you’d like, and if you’ll agree to the pay, we could start your internship early,” I said.

  “Really?” she asked.

  “Yep. I can start you anytime. That was one of the many phone calls I made and took over the past few days. You’re in the system and we’ve secured your class schedule, so all you have to do is confirm the hourly pay.”

  “What is it?” she asked.

  “So you’ll let me pay you?”

  “Will it get me started earlier so I can see you?”

  I let her go and looked down, and her hopeful eyes stared back up at me. Was she taking this internship because she needed it? Or was she taking it because she wanted to see me?

  Did it honestly matter which one it was?

  I wasn’t really sure it did anymore. At least, not to me.

  “Yes.” I nodded. “It will.”

  “What’s the hourly pay?” she asked.

  “Fifteen an hour.”

  “That’s way too much,” she said.

  “Take it or leave it.”

  She stared up at me and deliberated for what felt like an eternity. The redness of her skin was fading back into that silky pale color I’d come to adore so much, and when she parted her lips to answer me, I couldn’t help myself. I looked down the hallway and all around us to make sure we were alone. Then I took her in my arms and kissed her furiously.

  I jammed my tongue between her lips and pulled her deep into my body. Then I curved her back and dipped her backward while my hands cloaked her back. Our teeth clattered and our bodies yearned for one another’s, and when I pulled back and looked her deep in her eyes, I saw an entire world behind them that I wanted to explore.

  “I’ll take it,” she whispered with a smile on her face.

  “My plane leaves in just shy of three hours, but when I get to work, I’ll have HR give you a call. They’ll confirm the pay, walk you through the W2 stuff, and then I’ll fly you out as soon as I can.”

  “Sounds perfect.”