“Fuck me baby, you look like a fantasy.” I step back to admire her ass on prominent display as she’s bent a little at the waist, her top half still braced against the window by her outstretched arms.
“Vincent please…”
“Please what?” I know it’s fucked up but I like it when she begs.
“Please to—touch me.” Her voice hitches in her throat as I grab the g-string going up between her firm cheeks and snap it, tossing it to the floor.
“Bend over more.” She looks back at me, again with a questioning look on her face.
“Alison, sweetheart, do what I say. I promise I’m going to make it worth your while.”
She turns back around and bends over, completely exposing her wet slit to me. I grit my teeth together, I can feel the saliva pooling in my mouth.
I grab a chair and sit it behind her, taking a moment to lean forward and inhale her sweet aroma. I can’t take much more, I reach up and slap her ass, watching it bounce and redden a little.
“Agh!” She looks back at me, shocked.
“Did you like it baby?” She bites her bottom lip and nods slowly.
That’s all the encouragement I need, I slap her again watching her body lurch forward. This time I follow it up by running my finger up her center. Her knees buckle a little but she catches herself.
I continue this little game a few more times before plunging two fingers deep inside her warm core. She’s panting, her arms are no longer straight but her elbows are against the glass as well as one side of her face as she rocks her body back against my fingers. I can feel her begin to tighten around them, I want her to cum in my mouth.
I pull my fingers out only to replace them with my tongue. I grab her ass, spreading her so I can dive in and lap at her with ferocity. She’s moaning, trembling, begging for release, finally calling out my name in orgasmic bliss.
“I’m not done with you Alison. Back up and sit on my cock baby.” I watch as she pulls herself up from the window, looking back to see me still sitting in the chair stroking myself. It took me about point five seconds to get myself free once I tasted her.
“Trust me this is going to be quick, you get me so turned on. Face the window.” I scoot forward in the chair as she places a hand on each armrest before slowly starting to lower herself down.
“Like this?” She teases, letting just the tip inside her entrance before rising back up. “Is this what you want?” I can’t even form a thought as I watch her perky little ass start to bounce up and down on me. I let her have her moment of fun, teasing me, before grabbing her hips and forcing her all the way down.
“Oh shit!” She shouts as she grips the arm rest even tighter.
“Unless you’re ready to get fucked hard and deep, don’t tease me like the Alison.” I snake my hand around her chest until it’s at the base of her neck. “Now sweetheart, ride me. I want to see you fuck yourself on me.”
She doesn’t hesitate, she moves up and down my shaft stopping only at the base to grind against me a little deeper. I’m done for. I grip her hips helping her up and down as we both start to tremble. I can feel every muscle in my body tense as I release my load inside her.
“Come on baby, let me take care of you.” I mumble in her ear as our breathing subsides. I finish stripping out of the rest of my clothes before picking her up and taking her to the bathroom.
I draw up a bath and we both lower ourselves down into the water. “How was your day? Besides stalking me?” She leans back against my chest as I rub the soapy loofah gently over her body.
“It was busy but I was wildly distracted by you. Watching you is my new favorite hobby. You’re like a beautiful, graceful beam of light.”
“Well, that goes both ways you know. I can always sense when you’re around and it still makes me kind of—nervous? Excited? I still get that symphony of butterflies in my stomach.”
I can’t help the huge grin that spreads across my face as I lean in to kiss her ear. “I hope that never goes away.”
“There is one thing that kept popping in my head today.”
“Hmmm? And what was that?” She asks.
“Well, I like knowing you’re mine and I’d like everyone else to know it too.”
“Vince, I’m pretty sure this insane rock on my hand tells them I’m with someone.” She says turning around to flash the five-carat diamond I picked out for her a few months ago.
“I’d love it even more if there was a more obvious tell.” I reach down and rub her belly.
“A baby?” She practically shouts, turning around and sending water sloshing over the edge.
“You want to knock me up so people won’t what? Hit on me? Take me from you?” I can see this is not going how I had hoped and it’s certainly not the reason why.
“No, no Alison honestly, I’ve just been thinking a lot about us and our life and I want a family with you. I—” I don’t want to scare her but the truth is I keep having dreams about it.
“What?”
“I keep having dreams about you as a mom. I just want to give that to you. I want to have a family with you.” She looks at me without blinking and then lunges at me, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“I would love to have a family with you too Vincent. I think we’re going to be amazing parents, but I also don’t want to rush it. I want to enjoy what you and I have right now and focus on the wedding.”
“That’s perfectly okay with me sweetheart. I just want you to know that should it happen, I am already excited and looking forward to that day. You are the love of my life Alison Ryder.”
She leans forward and softly presses her lips against mine. It doesn’t take more than thirty seconds for the kiss to deepen. Soon our tongues are exploring each other as our bodies intertwine and she grins herself against me.
“That being said Mr. Crawford, we can certainly practice trying over and over and over again.” She whispers in my ear as I stand up with her around my waist, walking us to the bed before tossing her on her back with a squeal.
“In that case Miss Ryder, you better start calling me daddy.”
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Baby Mistake
Castille Hotel Series
BOOK 2
A Novel
By
ALEXIS WINTER
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How to destroy your career in three easy steps…
Step #1: Sleep with your boss.
Step #2: Get pregnant by your boss.
Step #3: Quit your job and run away from your problems.
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Griffin Karlsson, cold and arrogant...he should have been easy to hate.
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But I always had a few scorching hot fantasies about Mr. Stick Up His A$$.
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After all, who doesn’t want a Thor looking god of a man to drool over?
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Now I’m pregnant, jobless and oh, I haven’t told the father…
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He already has his perfect life, I don’t need to be reminded I’m carrying his mistake.
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My only option? Run.
Chapter 1
Janelle
I pull my sweater tighter around myself as I walk down the sidewalk toward my apartment. The Chicago wind still has a chill to it even though it’s early May. It cuts right through my body and makes me shiver and wish I’d picked a heavier coat this morning. I sniffle as I push myself forward, mentally scolding myself for not putting every cent I have into purchasing a car. As the sun sets, the air gets unusual
ly colder for this time of year. When snow flurries begin to fall around me, I roll my eyes and start grumbling to myself, but it’s all the motivation I need to get my butt in gear and pick up the pace.
Less than ten minutes later, I’m rushing into my building and up the stairs to the second story, too impatient to wait for the elevator. I let myself in and drop my keys on the table and my bag on the floor as I stand in the hallway and remove my hat and scarf. After hanging everything up on the wall hook, I pick up my bag and walk further into the apartment.
My roommate, Samantha, is lounging on the couch in the living room. “Hey,” she mumbles, not bothering to pull her eyes away from whatever she’s watching.
“Hey. Have you been outside today? It’s seriously freezing out there. You’d think it would start warming up at some point.” I grab a throw blanket off the back of the couch and wrap it around my shoulders, then sit on the vent in the floor—absorbing all the heat in an attempt to thaw my bones from the layer of ice that seems to surround them.
She nods. “I had one final this morning I had to go to.” She pushes her dark hair behind her ear as she sits upright, looking at me. “I saw Ryan Dillion today.” She smiles wide, and the smile makes her eyes sparkle with excitement.
I roll my eyes and snort. Ryan is Sam’s ultimate crush. She’s tried to attract his attention all year, and so far, he’s yet to show any interest. “And?”
“Annnnd,” her eyes stretch wide as her lips keep her smile in place, “he invited me to a party tonight!” She begins bouncing up and down on the couch like an excited three-year-old who’s just learned she’ll get ice cream for dinner.
I laugh. “That’s awesome! So, what’s the plan?”
“Okay,” she says as she settles and levels her eyes on me. “I’m thinking that you and I go to this party looking hot as hell. We’ll kick back, have a few drinks, and mingle. Then I’ll make my move. I’ll tell him thanks for inviting me and make it clear how much fun I’m having. I might ask him to dance or even ask him if he’d like to go someplace quiet to talk.” She points her finger at me, “So, if I disappear tonight, don’t come looking for me until morning.”
I hold up my hands, showing her my palms. “Ha! After last time, I’ve learned my lesson, thank you.” Last time, I did go looking for her and saw her in a very compromising position: doggy style, to be precise.
She giggles. “So, you’ll go with?”
I snort. “Of course I’ll go with. Have you ever known me to pass on a party?”
She again points her long index finger at me. “And that is why we’re best friends.”
We both giggle as I stand, taking my blanket with me. “But before I can party, I have to finish this writing assignment.” I grab my bag off the floor and head for my room. “If I haven’t come out in two hours, check on me. I’ve probably died from boredom,” I joke.
“You got it,” she says from the living room.
I close my bedroom door behind me and flop down in my desk chair as I open my computer. The document is already open and waiting for me to resume my work. I nearly growl as I scroll up to the top and read over what I’ve already written.
I love writing. I’ve always loved writing, but once I decided to get my degree in English, I quickly figured out how much I hate writing something that holds no interest for me. I can write papers on nearly any subject, but finance and business aren’t on that list. Nothing bores me more than having to do hours of research on a subject I have no interest in.
It’s going on seven when I save my document and close my computer to get ready. I step out of my room to find the living room empty. Music is blaring from Sam’s bedroom and I tap quickly on her door before letting myself in.
“I survived, if you were wondering,” I joke, yelling above the music.
She somehow manages to hear me, and she turns it down to a low muffle of background noise. “Good, I was about to come check on you. We have to be at the party in an hour.”
My brows pinch together in confusion. “We’re going that early?” I cross my arms over my chest as I lean against her doorframe.
“I’m not taking the chance of some skank beating me to Ryan. This is it, El. He’s mine tonight.” She flashes me a quick smile before holding up two tops: a skimpy black one and a skimpy pink one. “Which do you like?”
I laugh and roll my eyes. “Does it matter? Both of them will give him an eyeful, that’s for sure.”
She tosses both tops onto her bed, then turns for the closet. “Do you think I should wear my little black dress instead?”
“You wear that dress and you’ll be frozen before you get to the party,” I point out.
“True.” She picks it up out of her closet and holds it at arm’s length, studying it as she thinks it over. “Is it worth it?” she asks, more to herself than to me.
“Are frozen ovaries worth it?”
She doesn’t look at me—she just holds up her middle finger before hanging the dress back in her closet.
I laugh as I spin around for the bathroom to get a shower.
I’m leaning against the counter with a drink in my hand as I watch Sam and Ryan dance. I can’t hold back the smile on my face at seeing her finally get the guy she’s secretly been crushing on.
“Hey, beautiful,” someone says, bumping into my shoulder.
I turn my attention to a dark-haired guy I’ve seen around school a few times. “Hi.”
“I’m Chase,” he tells me, flashing a full smile that shows his perfectly straight white teeth.
“I’m—” I start, but he cuts me off.
“Janelle, right?”
I smile and nod. “That’s right. But my friends just call me El.”
“I’ve seen you around school. You’re in a lot of the same classes as me. Are you going into journalism?” He leans against the counter, directing all his attention at me. I look him up and down. His dark hair is long and shaggy, hanging to the top of his eyebrows, and he’s dressed in snug jeans and a tight black shirt with some logo stamped on the front. He’s full of swagger and confidence, making it very clear that he’s used to getting his way with the ladies. When his smile widens, I see an adorable dimple in each of his cheeks, further confirming my former thoughts.
I move my head from side to side as I mull over his question. “Writing, yes, but reporting the news, not really. I like more freeform writing. I want to write things that interest me, not report on whatever crime has been committed. I’d love to get hired on at a big publishing house and put my editing skills to good use; however, I’m prepared to do what I need to do to get my foot in the door.”
He nods his head. “So, not aiming for The New York Times.” He smiles, and it makes my muscles tighten.
I shrug, brushing off the butterflies that take over my stomach. “I’m up for whatever. Right now, I just need to get some experience under my belt. I’ve put in for at least a dozen different internships, but I haven’t heard back from any of them yet.”
“Oh yeah? What did you apply for? I’ve been doing the same. Maybe if we put our heads together, we’ll both get some new ideas.”
I hold up my red Solo cup. “I honestly can’t tell you at the moment. All I know is the one I hope I get is the Castille Hotel Group. My sister is supposed to pull some strings for me, but I still haven’t heard back yet.”
His eyes widen. “I applied for that one too! I’m really looking forward to seeing what they plan on doing with their new magazine. I’m not really aiming for a writing career, but I like to keep my options open. And I’ve heard they’re a great company to work for. If I get in, I’m hoping it gets my foot in the door. I’d really like a chance to go into advertising. I really enjoyed the assignment where we had to write ad campaigns.”
I smile. “I did too.”
I end up losing track of Sam as Chase and I get into deeper conversations about school, writing, and potential jobs. It turns out, we have a lot in common. We both applied for a lot of the same in
ternships, and have similar life goals. Not to mention, he’s a total flirt and pretty easy on the eyes. We both flirt and tease one another, but in the end, it doesn’t move past that. He seems like a gentleman—not some player who only comes to parties to hook up. In fact, we have so much in common that I could see our new friendship turning into a relationship with time.
It’s going on two a.m. when I sit back and notice almost everyone at the party has left.
I put down my now-empty cup and push my chair back to stand. “It’s getting late. I really should be going.”
He stands with me. “Want to share an Uber?”
I smile. “Sure!”
He pulls out his phone and arranges for an Uber to pick us up as we head outside. Again, the cold air causes a shiver to run through me.
“Here, use my coat.” He takes it off and drapes it over my shoulders.
“Are you sure? It’s pretty cold out and you’re only wearing a sweatshirt.”
He waves his hand through the air, dismissing my concerns. “I’m naturally warm. And the Uber will be here soon. I think I’ll survive.” He flashes me that cute grin that stirs my stomach.
“Thank you,” I breathe out.
“You’re welcome,” he says, raising his hand to push a fallen strand of hair behind my ear.
Something between us changes. One second ago, we were talking the way friends do, and now there’s an electric current bouncing between us. It’s warm and causes tingles to take over my body. His blue eyes seem to darken as he begins leaning closer. He wets his lips as his hand lands under my chin.
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