by Mia Ford
Sophia doesn’t text me back for some time and by then I’ve got the nicest hotel reserved with champagne and strawberries in their honeymoon suite waiting for us. I watch the phone light up with dots as if she’s writing something profound but it never comes. She’s a woman of few words when she finally gets back to me with, “Sounds great.”
I’ll just have to be excited for both of us when I run upstairs and pull out my best suit to pick her up in.
Chapter Twelve: Sophia
I almost die when I walk outside and find Thomas has shown up in a limousine to pick me up. It’s sleek, black, flashy, and I’ve never been inside one before. I remember when I went to prom, my date and I couldn’t get that kind of money together even with a group of us, so our parent’s cars made do and a curfew of midnight had us home before anything too sexy could happen. There are so many cameras outside my apartment and the constant flashing makes me feel like I’m going to have a seizure. I hold my hands out to steady myself and I’m sure I look ridiculous. I did try to get really dolled up but now I’m completely self-conscious about everything I’m wearing. Even though this dress cost a fortune I don’t have, I feel like the model at Target from the clearance rack compared to his suit and fancy car. Target is fine if you want pizza and a screw, but I think Thomas is more of a caviar and Chanel kind of guy. After all, he did promise to romance me.
He gets out of the car and looks me over. I wore a pink dress cinched at the waist with a black Rosa belt. My heels are a bit too tall, but he’s still taller. I swept my hair up in braids on the side. The dress cost more than I could make at the bar in a month, but he opened up an account for me at three department stores and had his new assistant text me the names. I finally told her to pick something out because I couldn’t decide but I told her to not go crazy. I’m pretty sure without a specific limit she went crazy and this is what I ended up with.
It’s seriously like living in a fairy tale. I kind of feel like I’m living in someone else’s life right now.
“You look gorgeous Sophia, I can’t wait to spend this evening with you.” I feel awkward with him looking at me like I’m a piece of meat because in a way I am. I’m prime grade A baby maker right now.
“You didn’t spare any expense, did you?” I let out a nervous giggle and push my hair back.
“I figured if we are going to make a baby we might as well do it in style. I mean it would be a better story than we made you a bathroom at a bar.”
The way he said it cheapened our former encounters and my feelings were a bit hurt. He was right but my shame didn’t let me take his words lightly.
“I would hope you never discuss conception where ever it is. I don’t even want to think about my parents together.” He steps back and instead invites me to get in the car for the silent ride to the restaurant.
I’m not able to eat much at dinner. The food is amazing and so is the atmosphere. This is one of the most expensive and exclusive restaurants we could go to, but I’m just not feeling it.
I don’t know that I’m nervous, just worried if I eat too much I won’t have time to digest before the sex. I finally decide I need the energy and polish off half my pasta. He’s paying me to carry his baby, not care about how bloated I feel after a meal of carbs.
“Did you get enough to eat?” Thomas asks as we get back in the limo. His hand strays to my back guiding me and his touch sends a shiver through me. It strikes me as an affectionate move. This is not something I expect from him. I wonder what other surprises he has in store for me today.
“Plenty, where are we going to stay?”
“I’ve booked a hotel that has the best suites. Our room has a pool inside of it. I think you’ll be impressed.”
“Is that what you’re trying to do? Impress me?” It comes out snarkier than I mean it too. He’s trying to do right by me and this situation but I can’t help feel jaded. This isn’t love. Our baby, my baby isn’t being conceived by two parents who are planning to stay together. We’re doing this for money.
“Well, I just want to show you I’ll take care of you since you’re doing something so wonderful for me.”
“I know, but you’re paying me. You don’t have to do all this. It’s almost like you like me.” I lift my shoulder and he balks.
“Of course, I like you, Sophia. We’ve been having fun for how long now? You are the best person for this because you don’t get tied up in your feelings. You know what you like and you go for it.” It should be a compliment but I can’t let go of how heartless it sounds.
I think about this as we pull up in front of the hotel. The Regional. The outside is just gorgeous with large fountains and golden pillars. I feel kind of like we’ve traveled to Vegas and are staying on the strip. If the strip was way posher and respectable, this would be it.
“This is gorgeous,” I say and start to get out when I notice the cameras. They’re lined up and down the sides of the hotel street. There had been some in front of the restaurant. I had noticed them but it hadn’t bothered me probably because Thomas had been protecting me and guiding me from the table to the car. Most of the blinding flashes had been outside my apartment, but now this was twice as much.
He checks us in as I stand in the corner looking demure. I hope I look demure anyway. Otherwise, it looks scandalous. Oh God, what if they think I’m a hooker? I try avoiding the eye line of any clerk behind the desk or the bellhop standing nearby.
Luckily, he rescues me from my self and comes over to guide me to the elevator. We go to the top floor. When he unlocks the door to our room, my breath catches. It’s huge. The room is bigger than any house or apartment I’ve ever lived in. I walk inside and look around.
“Where would you like to make our first attempt? We have the pool, the hot tub, shower, bed, floor, against the window. Take your pick.” He claps his hands getting my attention and I’m struggling to get into the mood. Sure, he’s hot and yes, I’m into him, but once he’s inside me unprotected we’re on a timetable for this baby.
My stomach flutters and I put my hand on it to calm it down. No matter how little I ate I still have a nervous stomach. “Maybe we should stay away from the water. You know just to make sure none of, well, so it doesn’t wash away.” I squeeze my eyes shut to get rid of the thoughts.
Thomas laughs and pulls me into his hard body. I smile at him but still can’t fight the nerves.
“Hey, this is us. It’s not like we haven’t done this before.” He lifts my chin so I have to face him.
The urge to run away passes over me until I focus on his face. A face that I have memorized in and out of passion. A face that is going to mix with mine to make a tiny human that is going to become the center of my world.
I take a deep breath and decide to be truthful with him. It is something I’m going to have to do for the next eighteen years so I might as well start now.
“I know it’s stupid to feel awkward. It’s not like we haven’t done this before.” We’ve definitely done this before and I let go of the anxiety focusing on his eyes, the jut of his chin and the smile curving his mouth.
His hands cup my face. “And we do it well.”
I laugh knowing that is what he is looking for.
“It’s just this is a huge decision and I don’t even know if I will be able to enjoy it knowing what we are doing.”
“Challenge accepted,” Thomas growls as he picks me up and carries me into the bedroom. I scream from the unexpected movement and his hand lightly slaps my ass heating up the flesh.
I am able to get a quick look at the white room with modern touches of grey and red before I bounce on the bed. I don’t have to wait long because he’s pulling his tie off and lunging at me.
My nipples pebble against my bra as Thomas’ lips glide across my neck making me hot. His hands skim up the side of my body lighting it on fire with his touch. I need this from him. I need to forget why we’re doing it and just go with it.
A shiver runs through me when he lightly brush
es my hardened nipples.
“You’re wearing too many clothes. I’ve never seen you completely naked and I am going to change that now.”
His hands patiently bunch my dress up to my hips as he stares at my legs. His large hands let go of my dress and skim over my calves, brushing my knees, and barely touching my thighs. My shoes hit the floor with lightning speed.
When his thumbs push into my arch I don’t care about the embarrassing moan that comes from the back of my throat. He takes his time massaging both feet until the tension leaves them. Ever so slowly he moves up my legs and kneads my calves. My muscles turn to liquid as he molds them in his hands.
By the time he reaches my inner thighs, I am a puddle of need. He pushes my dress up further until it sticks to the bottom of my breasts. I lean up with what little strength I have left as he strips the rest of my clothing off. The air in the room chills me and I want him to hurry up and cover me with his body.
Fully nude Thomas studies me as a small smile plays on the sides of his mouth. He lets his palm move over my stomach his fingers trailing behind. His head dips down and I gasp when his tongue circles my belly button.
I am shaking when he pushes my legs apart and licks a hot streak up my wanting wetness.
“You taste so good,” he groans before pulling my lips apart with his tongue and diving in.
For someone who took his time undressing me he is in a rush now. His tongue and fingers work me into a frenzy and when I come a silent scream is all I can manage thrashing my head back and forth on the bedding.
Thomas kisses up my body finding spots I never knew existed. I feel the blunt tip of Thomas’ erection before it smoothly enters me. I’m so wet there’s no resistance as he fills me to the hilt bottoming out. His balls lightly slap my ass and I move my hips upwards to get him lodged deeper inside me. We both pause as the rightness settles over us. At the moment we aren’t making a baby. There is no contract. It is just the two of us feeling each other and finding passion and pleasure together. I could stay like this for eternity with him if only circumstances were different.
When Thomas continues to stay frozen I take control. The ebbing orgasm his tongue has given me makes me needy for another. My hips rock against him and he finally wakes up from his stupor. He becomes a man on a mission and I don’t deny him.
He grabs my hips pulling me up with him. A thrill of feeling the power in his hands as he grasps my ass brings me close to another burst of energy. Thomas’ hips piston into me not stopping his thrusts and I don’t want him to. Our skin sticks grinding out on his plunging cock.
“More,” I yell at him as I meet every thrust coating his dick with my arousal.
The slapping of our skin is an erotic sound and I quiver as I come around him. Thomas thrusts three more times. I am in awe as his face contorts in pleasure. His mouth rounds out in a silent O and my mouth becomes loose lips wanting to tell him sweet things I shouldn’t. I bit my lip to keep those secrets to myself.
I’ve never been more aware of anyone finding their finish inside of me. The nerves that had been banished while we clashed in our sensual dance come hurtling back.
“From the sounds you were just making I assume that you enjoyed it.” Thomas lays down on the bed and brings me with him so I am plastered against his side. My head rests against his heart beating erratically.
I tweak his nipple teasingly. “Or I’m just a good actor.”
Thomas laughs next to me and I smile as the rich masculine sound blankets me.
“I was going to take my time with you but seeing you naked and tasting you broke my resolve,” Thomas admits as he nuzzles my hair.
“I like it when you lose control.” I figure since he is admitting stuff I can too.
I frowned and looked up at him. His eyes were half closed as he relaxed on his back.
“You know. You didn’t kiss me.”
He glanced down and seemed startled by my observation. “You’re right.”
“Well, what are you going to do about it?” I goad him.
When I am with Thomas I feel lighter. He has the ability to put me at ease in the darkest situations.
Thomas puts his hand on his chin as if he is deep in thought. I try not to laugh. He lowers his lips to mine and kisses me until we are both breathless. Our hands move slowly at first but soon become urgent like our kiss. When Thomas pulls me under him and enters me we’re just as passionate as the last time. He tries to go slow but I don’t let him.
Not wanting Thomas to slow I lock my legs around his hips and dig my heels into his ass cheeks keeping him close to me. We both find our release at the same time. Moaning and panting as we collapse on the bed and fall into a deep sleep. It’s the most peace I’ve felt in a long, long time. It isn’t about the money, it’s about the comfort he gives me when I need it.
I wake up entangled in Thomas’ arms and legs. I study him in the brightening room. His hair has a way of relaxing when he’s asleep and his face looks more youthful and less worried than it’s been recently. I try not to move a muscle prolonging this time together. We woke up in less of a frenzy later last night. Thomas slipped inside of me and we slowly reached our peak together quickly falling back to sleep with his member still inside me.
I reach out to touch the stubble on Thomas’ chin but stop before I connect with him. I need to be careful to make sure that I don’t develop any life-altering feelings for Thomas. I care for him, and I’ll love our baby, but I can’t let myself get hurt when he leaves me.
We are going to be together for a long time if we are able to make a baby. Even though Thomas this for money he’ll still be a part of my life and falling for him in any way would be a stupid thing.
I could already be pregnant. The reality starts to crash down as I climb into the huge marble shower. There’s no going back now.
The five shower heads work magic on my muscles that had a workout all night. A pair of arms circle my front and I feel Thomas’ eager cock push into my back. My palms connect with the cool tile walls and he nudges my legs apart to slip between them.
His morning voice is sexier than should be allowed. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
“I figured I tired you out,” I tell him as I turn in his arms.
Our lips clash together and before I know it Thomas has me plastered against the side of the shower. My legs wrap around him and when he enters me our kiss becomes animalistic. Under the pounding water, Thomas pounds me to oblivion. My back will bear bruises but I don’t care.
When I come I bite into his shoulder as I ride the pleasure only Thomas can provide me. I slide down his body and he helps me wash up. We don’t say much as we get ready to face the outside world.
“I’ll pick you up after work. Two Thirty?”
I startle at Thomas’ words breaking me out of my own little world.
After all, what do you say to the man hell-bent on knocking you up for five hundred grand?
“Oh, I’m not done with you.”
“Really again?” I say my voice is husky and I’m already craving him to be inside of me immediately. I’m no shy flower but I thought he’d want more distance between us like our arrangement before.
“Don’t think I’m not going to take advantage of this, Sofia. Until I know you are pregnant I will be inside of you as much as I possibly can.” Thomas stalked toward me and kissed me deeply. My core clenches likely launching his seed further up my body. Part of me hopes it takes a long time for him to knock me up because I could get used to Thomas Henry on the regular.
“Come on let’s get you home so you can rest. We have a lot to do tonight.” Thomas grabbed our bags in one hand and my hand in the other as he led me out of the hotel room.
I glanced back one last time viewing the nicest place I had ever been and wondering if this was the last of his chivalrous behavior.
Chapter Thirteen: Thomas
I’m not going to complain about two months of having sex with Sophia. Sure, we’ve had it a little mor
e conventional than we used to like, but it’s a process. We’ve gone from the nice hotels to meeting up in her new apartment. The one she was living in wasn’t acceptable for her or me. I helped her find a great place that was safer and it has a gate so the cameramen can’t get in and bother her. She was a bit hesitant to leave her old place behind.
“I just feel like I’m taking advantage of your generosity. You’re already giving me so much,” she had said when I showed her the pictures I’d taken of the place.
“Nonsense,” I’d responded. “This is something you deserve.”
She’d finally relented and moved into the apartment last week. I had a mover do everything for her and opened up some accounts for her in nearby stores.
I needed to feel like she was safe while I actually had to be somewhere every day. Any minute she could be carrying my little heir. The job has mostly been the guys who work right under the CEO pitching me ideas I could fund. I'm beginning to think the only reason they hired me was so I could foot the bill. I’m a little unclear on how legal it is to do that. It seems like there should be some conflict of interest.
I don't want to write it off yet. They've listened to a couple of my ideas and it will be cool to see one actually come to life.
I took Sophia to dinner with my parents last night. It went as well as could be expected. For some reason, my mother had invited Julia. Probably her reasoning was to make it as awkward as possible. Here's how the night went.
