One Night Boyfriend (Be My Boyfriend Book 3)

by Victoria Snow

  “Yeah,” I said, feeling weak. “Tell me about it.”

  “When she found out about the two of you hooking up, it probably sent her right over the deep end,” Billie said.

  I was silent for a moment. “I feel like I totally fucked up,” I confessed.

  “Yeah, well, we all make mistakes,” Billie said, but for once she didn’t sound so confident. “Look, its nuts – the suits have been crawling all over the office all morning. Something huge is going down.”

  I swallowed hard. “I have no idea what that could be,” I said. “I was fired, remember? And I haven’t talked to Andy since last night. I called and texted but he hasn’t gotten back to me, and I don’t want to keep calling like a psycho.”

  Billie sighed. “Whatever it is, it’s a huge fucking mess,” she muttered under her breath. “I’ll keep you posted.”

  “Thanks,” I said, although to be honest I wasn’t completely sure that I even wanted to stay in the loop. “I appreciate it.”

  “Duh,” Billie said. “I’ve got your back, remember?”

  A faint smile crossed my face. Even though I felt like I was in the middle of hell, at least I had one friend in Cleveland who I could count on.

  When we hung up, I dragged myself out of bed and took a long, hot shower. I stood under the spray until the warm water turned icy cold, then put my hair up in a towel turban and stared at myself in the mirror. Twenty-three years old and already, I’d managed to repeat the same mistake that my mother made.

  You’re not a mistake, I thought immediately as I put my hand on my lower belly and looked down. Soon, I’d be even rounder than I already was. I just wish you could have been planned a little more carefully, that’s all. But you’ve got me and I’ve got you and we’ll always take care of each other.

  I knew that I wouldn’t be able to feel the baby for months, but already I was finding myself talking to her – I was sure it was a her – like she had been born. I wasn’t unhappy about the baby, but I was a little nervous.

  What on earth was I going to do with no job and a child coming? I hadn’t even been to the doctor, yet! I wondered if being fired would immediately terminate my benefits ... how on earth would I find a good OB-GYN who would see me, now?

  Would I have to go to Planned Parenthood, wait with a bunch of other unwed mothers?

  A lump formed in my throat. I knew that I was strong, but I had no idea how I’d manage to be strong enough to take care of all of this.

  You’ll do it, I told myself as I walked out of the bathroom and pulled on my favorite comfy clothes. I vigorously towel-dried my hair, then went into the kitchen for a glass of ice water.

  Then, I heard a knock at the door. It was enough to unsettle me, to make me wonder just who was on the other side. My heart was thumping hard as I walked up to the door and steeled myself. What if it was Amanda, coming to berate and humiliate me further?

  Or worse, what if it was law enforcement? What if Amanda had cooked up some lie, some scheme that made me look like I was just as guilty as she’d said that I was?

  With my heart in my mouth, I opened the door.

  Andy was standing outside, looking uncomfortable.

  “Come in,” I said. I stepped back and Andy came inside. He followed me into the living room, and it occurred to me that he’d only been inside my apartment once before, the night he’d taken me home after I’d danced in the fountain.

  For all I knew, that was the very night I’d conceived my little girl.

  “Billie called,” I told him quietly. We sat down, side by side, on the couch and I sipped my water. “She said that the office was crawling with suits, that there’s some kind of big investigation going on.”

  Andy nodded slowly, as if he’d already heard the news. The air was tense and awkward between us, and I bit my lower lip until I tasted blood.

  “What do you know?” I asked.

  Andy took a deep breath. “Last night, when I got home, I called the board of directors and told them about their operations manager and her little episode,” he said.

  I blinked at him. I had to admit that I was a little surprised – not that Andy had been so quick to think on his feet, but rather that he’d taken vindictive action against Amanda, even though she was clearly certifiable.

  “What do you think will happen?” I asked. “Do you think that we’ll get our jobs back?”

  Andy shrugged. “To be honest, it’s a long shot,” he said. “We were both in clear violation of company policy, and it wasn’t just hearsay. Zach caught us red-handed.”

  I frowned.

  “But I did what I could to defend our names and prove that we were in a hostile environment with someone who clearly had her own inappropriate designs on me,” Andy said. “It’s all I can do.”

  I was silent. For once in my life, I had no idea what to say.

  27

  Andy – Tuesday

  “Thank you,” Sasha said finally. Her voice was soft, and it almost broke my heart to hear. I’d avoided looking at her, but there was something so poignant, so touching about her thanks that I had to finally tear my eyes from my hands and look up. She was curled up at the end of the couch, her hands nestled in her lap. Her red hair was in damp tangles around her shoulders and she wore no make-up. She was wearing an old black t-shirt with a hole in the front and a pair of stained sweatpants.

  Aside from the hurt and fear in her eyes, I’d never seen her look more beautiful.

  I couldn’t resist any longer. I scooted over on the couch and pulled her into my arms.

  “I’m very sorry that I left you alone last night,” I said. “That was a horrible thing to do, but I had to be on my own for a little while. I had to think. I had to take action, swiftly, to make sure that my side of the story was out there so it could be as effective as possible.”

  Sasha nodded. “I understand,” she said. “Really. I do.”

  I cupped her chin in my hand and pulled her face close to mine, kissing her softly. Sasha melted against me, sighing gently as we drew apart. She rested her head on my shoulder and instinctively, I reached for her hand.

  “We have something a lot more important than our jobs to discuss,” I said. “We need to talk about what you said last night.”

  Sasha lifted her head and leaned slightly away so that she could turn and look at me. Her blue eyes were wide and open and honest, and there wasn’t a single trace of her usual salacious humor.

  She nodded. “Yes,” Sasha said. “It’s ... well, unexpected, to say the least. But it’s true.” I expected her to look away, but she held my gaze. “I’m really sorry, Andy. You know the reason why I was a virgin when we met?”

  I frowned, not understand the relevance of what she was trying to say.

  Sasha sniffled. “It’s because my mom got pregnant in college and had to drop out to have me,” she said. “And I mean, obviously I’m glad she did that. But I stayed away from guys because I wanted to focus on school and be an adult and not have to worry about another life other than my own.”

  I stared at her. In the months that I’d known Sasha, I felt that I was finally seeing a side of her that I’d never imagined before. She was so fun and carefree and spontaneous – the idea of her buckling down just so she would be able to stay in school was almost strange. Not because she wasn’t smart: Sasha was incredibly intelligent. But I knew how much she loved to kick back and have fun, and I was almost surprised that she’d been able to do it.

  “I see,” I said. Her story made me feel even worse for having left her the night before, and my heart churned with guilt.

  I know the timing is horrible, and I understand if you’re upset. It’s not like the baby was planned, and everything’s gotten so much more serious now, and—”

  I reached up and put a finger to her lips.

  “I love you,” I said.

  Sasha’s eyes grew wide.

  “I love you so much,” I repeated. In my twenty-six years, I’d never said those words before to an
yone other than family – I’d always been so cautious, so alone. Now, saying it to Sasha, the words had an almost magical quality, which was something that I never would have expected.

  “I’ve never had a connection with anyone like the one I have with you,” I continued. “And being with you is far more important to me than some stupid job.”

  Sasha stared up at me. I could see tears forming in her beautiful blue eyes. When she opened her mouth to speak, I covered her lips with my fingers once again.

  “Wait,” I said. “I ... Look, Sash, I know I’m not the best at being open or talking about my emotions. But right now, if I don’t tell you what I’m thinking, I’m going to regret it.”

  Sasha nodded and closed her perfect pink lips

  “Forget work,” I said flatly. “I can always find another job – I’m not worried. Even if the company doesn’t want me back after what happened, I’ll find something else. Cleveland isn’t a small city, and I have a lot of marketable skills.”

  Sasha nodded again.

  “But raising a child with you, well, that’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I don’t – and I won’t – miss out on that. It’s the most amazing thing that could possibly happen to me. And I’m not upset about it. We should have talked about protection, but we didn’t. And look what happened – I’m nothing short of elated that you’re pregnant with my child.”

  Sasha’s chin and lower lip were trembling. I was afraid that if she started crying, I’d start crying, too. And I couldn’t have that.

  I was a man, after all.

  Taking Sasha in my arms, I kissed her softly. I ran my hands through her still-damp red curls, breathing in the fragrant floral scent of her shampoo as the kiss grew passionate and intense.

  Sasha sighed softly into my mouth. She scooted closer to me on the couch and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me back with enthusiasm. Her curvy body melted against mine and she wriggled onto my lap, straddling me. I was almost instantly hard at the touch of her soft ass grinding against my cock and I groaned.

  “Mmmn, Andy,” Sasha purred. She broke the kiss and closed her eyes, breathing hard as she arched her back and bared her neck. I didn’t need an invitation – she was so beautiful, so soft, so sweet that I couldn’t stop myself from burying my face in her neck and kissing it. I nibbled and bit, swirled my tongue over her pale skin, eliciting a loud moan. Sasha shook in my arms as I moved my hands to her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra under that t-shirt and her heavy, pendulous tits felt even softer in my hands than they had before.

  “I want you,” Sasha moaned softly.

  A shudder of pleasure ran through me and I groaned with lust. I wanted her, too – more than I ever had – but I wasn’t ready for it to be over soon. I wanted to tease her, to drive her wild, to take my time with her and make her know the truth.

  That she was mine. That she would always be mine, and that I would love her forever.

  “I want you, too,” I whispered into her neck. “But I’m gonna take my time with you,” I added in a low growl.

  Sasha shivered with lust. She pressed her mouth to mine and kissed me hungrily. Her tongue lapped my lips and slid inside of my mouth, wriggling eagerly against mine. She tasted so delicious, like honey and flowers, and my cock throbbed between my legs. I wrapped my arms around Sasha, holding her carefully, and got to my feet. Without breaking the kiss, we stumbled backwards and landed on her bed, with her on top of me. Her shirt rode up, exposing her creamy tummy and I ran my hands over the bare skin. It wasn’t at all hard to believe that this amazing woman was carrying my child: she was practically the picture of a delectable fertility goddess. Sasha eyed me and grinned. She crossed her arms over her chest and lifted her shirt higher and higher, teasing me with inch after inch of her creamy skin. I could see the undersides of her tits swaying back and forth and her stiff nipples poking through the thin cotton. It was driving me mad and I let out a strangled groan from the back of my throat as Sasha finally pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the side. She tossed her head and locked eyes with me as she ran her hands down the sides of her body, moaning in pleasure as her thumbs brushed her hard nipples.

  She knew how to drive me wild, and I groaned as I put my hands to her tits and cupped them. Sasha moaned and cried out. She threw her head back and straddled me, grinding her pelvis against my hard cock, back and forth, like a stripper giving me a private dance. I couldn’t take it anymore and I took her soft waist in my hands and flipped her over so that she was lying on her back. Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of her sweatpants, I tugged them down her generous hips and tossed them to the side. She was now clad only in a pair of thin panties, the crotch already dark and damp from the juices of her arousal.

  “I love seeing you like this,” I told her as I ran a hand down her belly. Sasha shivered as my fingers moved closer and closer to her pussy. With a wicked grin on my face, I slid my hand into her panties and stroked her swollen pussy lips. She moaned and writhed, spreading her legs. Her panties tightened against her body from the effort of her wriggling and my fingers slid over her soaking wet clit. When I touched her pleasure nub, Sasha moaned. I took my hand away and she cried out with frustration, opening her eyes and pleading silently with me to keep touching her.

  I lifted my hand to my nose and sniffed my fingers. The scent of her cunt on my hand drove me wild and I growled with passionate lust before unbuttoning my shirt and tossing it to the side. Sasha gasped at the sight of my bare chest. She reached for me but I gently batted her hand away and went for my trousers, unzipping them and stepping out of them. Yanking down my boxers, I threw them off the bed. Sasha tried to pull her panties down, but I shook my head.

  “I want to tease you,” I growled. “Lie on your back. Spread your legs.”

  Sasha flushed hotly, a delicious red spreading across her cheeks and down her bare neck, almost to her tits. She obeyed, licking her lips and arranging herself on the bed for me. I got to my knees and turned around so that I was facing Sasha’s feet. Climbing on top of her, I licked her lower belly and spread my thighs on either side of my head. The head of my rock-hard dick brushed against Sasha’s soft lips and she gasped before opening her mouth and taking me slowly, inch by inch. It felt so good, like a hard electric shock of pleasure, that I almost forgot why I’d climbed on top of her like this.

  “Andy,” Sasha moaned onto my cock. “Please, taste me.”

  I obeyed.

  When it came to Sasha, I had no choice.

  28

  Sasha – Tuesday

  With Andy’s muscular frame on top of me, his cock in my mouth, pinning me to the bed, I couldn’t move.

  And I didn’t want to. I’d never thought about doing this with him, pleasuring each other at the same time – it was so raunchy, so taboo! – but now that we were doing it, I loved it. Andy breathed on my pussy through my panties, sending a shockwave of elicit pleasure through my limbs. I moaned onto his cock and wrapped my hand around the shaft, pumping up and down as Andy tugged the crotch of my panties to the side. My legs were spread wide and my pussy lips opened, exposing my hard clit to the air and Andy’s hot breath. He groaned with lust and delight as I sucked him faster, swirling my tongue over the tender underside of his head. When I felt his mouth wrap around my clit and begin to suck, I shuddered and shook with pleasure. Hot electricity swarmed through my body and I gasped and cried out on his dick as his tongue flicked over my clit.

  “Oh my god,” I moaned in a muffled voice. It felt so good – pleasuring Andy, letting him please me, I never wanted to move. He slid a finger inside my pussy and flicked it back and forth, teasing my G-spot as his tongue moved faster and faster. Just as I felt like I was about to come, Andy stopped. I cried out and wriggled my hips, spreading myself as wide as I could, in hopes that he would start licking my clit again. Instead, Andy climbed off of me. He gave me a wicked grin and wiped his mouth on his arm before leaning down and giving me a passionate kiss.

  “Don’t mov
e,” Andy said in a low growl. “You look so beautiful like that.” He climbed between my legs and crouched down low, looking at me over the bulging curve of my belly and my breasts. Taking the hem of my panties in his teeth, he tugged them down my legs, closing his eyes and sniffing my scent as he did so. I was hypnotized as I watched him. Andy threw my panties off the bed and ran his hands up my legs, soft and sweet, not dragging his nails on my tender skin. I was breathing so hard that my chest hurt as he crawled between my thighs and leaned down to kiss my breasts, then up to my neck and my chin and my hips. Arousal was swimming through my body like warm lava and I shivered as Andy began sucking my lower lip. He ran his hands down my body as he continued to kiss me eagerly and I cried out into his mouth as I felt his hands brush my nipples.

  “I love you, Sasha,” Andy purred in my ear. He was breathing hard and his wonderful, muscular body was covered in a slick sweat. He steadied himself with a hand against my hip as I spread my legs wider, waiting for him, eager for him. When I felt his cock plunge deep inside of me, I groaned loudly. As always, Andy filled me so perfectly. He stayed like that for a long moment, locked deep inside of me. Impatiently, I began wriggling my hips and humping his cock, but Andy put a hand on my belly and stopped me.

  “I love being like this with you, Sasha,” Andy said in a low voice. He locked eyes and I felt an electric tremor shake through my body. It was so emotional, so open, that it almost hurt.

  But I couldn’t look away. This is what I had always wanted from Andy – tender passion, loving caresses, hot amazing sex. I swallowed hard as he began to pump his hips, enjoying every single second of his cock sliding in and out of my body.

  “I love you,” I whispered. Andy took my hands and laced his fingers with mine. He lifted my arms over my head, pinning me to the bed as he made love to me. It wasn’t just sex – it was something transcendent, something beautiful. Tears came to my eyes but they weren’t tears of pain or unhappiness.