Page 67 of The Yeah Baby Series: Vol 3

Gripping her hips, I drove inside her until I was balls-deep. She immediately clenched down on my cock, and I couldn’t hold back the rush of need that consumed me. I didn’t want her to hit her head against the mirror, so I picked her up and stumbled to the bed, falling down over her. Throwing her legs over my shoulders, I watched as my cock disappeared inside her then reappeared, shiny with her come. My hands gripped her taut ass, dragging her up to meet my every thrust as I pounded insideher.

“Fuck, yes! You’re so fucking perfect, Sienna! Yes!” I shouted, my hips pumping wildly. “Squeeze that pussy, baby. Yeah, fuck! Just like that—oh fuuuuuuuck!” I came so damn hard that my legs lost their strength and I tumbled down, burying myself deep as I exploded inside her. “If you weren’t already knocked up,” I panted, “you sure as fuck would benow.”

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I couldn’t talkSienna into staying at the hotel and resting, but I put my foot down at the studio and cajoled her into laying on the couch in my dressing room. I needed to take care of something, and I didn’t want her to have to deal with it. After kissing her forehead and whispering how much I loved her, I strode from the room purposefully.

“Jude,” I called to the producer as I reached his office. He looked up and immediately glanced behind me, his face falling when he realized I was alone. As soon as I wasn’t under contract any more, I was going to castrate this motherfucker. But, for the moment, I needed his help. “What do you know about Liz?” I asked as I smoothly sank onto the grey couch along the wall across from hisdesk.

“The contestant?” he clarified. Something in his tone put me on alert, but I kept my stance and tone casual.

“What’s her story?”

He went through a stack of folders on his desk and then opened one to read from it. It was Liz’s basic bio and resume. It was all pretty standard until he got to her experience. She didn’t have any. It was rare, but not impossible for shows like this to get an inexperienced, but naturally talented new chef. However, Liz didn’t strike me as anything but average. Her dishes had skated by, barely keeping her on theshow.

I watched Jude closely, and he shrunk under my scrutiny. A hunch started to form and if I was right, it would make this whole process much easier for me. “She’s been hassling my fiancée. I’d like you and studio council to accompany me while I have a chat withher.”

Jude swallowed hard as relief flitted over his expression before he smoothed it into its usual Botoxed perfection. “Of course.” He stood and led the way from his office, stopping a few doors down to recruit a lawyer to accompany us. The contestants were setting up in the kitchen but scurried off when I told them we needed to speak to Liz alone.

She flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and smiled at me, turning my stomach. Her eyes strayed to Jude for a moment, flashing with something I didn’t recognize, before returning to me and my suspicionsgrew.

“Liz, I understand there has been some contention between you and my fiancée,” I started in a reasonable tone. I was livid inside but knew this would have to be handled delicately.

Her overly made up eyes widened, and she adopted a look of surprise and hurt. “I didn’t want to upset you, Owen. But, she has been rather mean tome.”

I frowned and checked the impulse to roll my eyes. “Chef or Mr. Walker,” I corrected before continuing with my warning. “I’m telling you now to stay away from her and me.” A slight edge of panic flitted over her face and once again, her eyes darted to Jude. “I can’t get you kicked off of the show for your attitude, and I would never let it affect the way I judge you as a contestant.”

She started to smile in a way that I’m sure she considered seductive. Jude cleared his throat and shuffled on his feet. I was confident my instincts were correct and decided to act on them. “However, your relationship with the producer is a conflict of interest and a breach of contract. For that, I can get you kicked off theshow.”

Liz gasped and whirled to face Jude. “You said no one would ever find out!” she snapped. “I can’t believe you told him I slept with you to get on theshow!”

“He was guessing, you dumb bitch!” Jude shouted as he took a menacing step in her direction. “You were the one who just fucking confirmedit!”

My hands clenched into fists at Jude’s words. I didn’t give a fuck what she’d done, no man should talk to a woman that way. Keeping myself reined in, I pivoted to face the dark-haired, female lawyer who accompanied us. Her face was filled with disgust as she watched the two assholes argue. “They both better be gone before I return for taping or I’m out of here,” I growled. “I don’t give a fuck about my contract.”

She met my gaze and nodded. “Don’t worry, Mr. Walker. They’ll be taken careof.”

I lifted my chin in response and strode from the room. Sienna was curled up on the couch, reading a book, when I arrived back at my dressing room. “Hey, baby,” I greeted her softly as I dropped down beside her and pulled her into my lap. She laid her head on my shoulder and I picked up her left hand, toying with the ring I’d givenher.

“Where have you been?” she asked. “You seem really upset.”

I smiled and kissed her forehead. I loved that she knew me so well. “Taking out the trash.” She looked at me with confusion and I just shrugged. “Jude and Liz were screwing, making it very easy to have them both removed from the show.” My mood darkened and I hugged her a little closer. “No one messes with the woman I’m going to marry.”

She sighed and slumped into me, taking me by surprise. Was she upset that I’d taken it sofar?

“There’s no one else here, Owen. You don’t have to pretend when we’re alone.”

What the fuck? “Pretend what, baby?” I asked, genuinely perplexed.

“That we’re engaged.”

I reared back in shock and growled, “This is not pretend. We are fucking engaged, Sienna. This is not up for discussion. I love you, you love me, you’re having my baby, and we are getting married as soon as we gethome.”

“You really want to marry me?” she asked hopefully.

“Baby, what in the hell ever made you think that I didn’t? I gave you a damn engagement ring and have told everyone I’ve come into contact with that you’re my fiancée.”

“You never askedme.”

Well fuck. “You’re right, baby,” I sighed. “I just assumed that you would know I was serious since I already had a ring for you. It was a spur of the moment decision. I know you deserve more than that, and I had every intention of doing it right once we got home. I promise, I’ll make it up toyou.”

She narrowed her eyes at me. “You’re going to do it right?” I nodded. “Flowers, candles, romance, down on one knee?” She ticked off her fingers as she went down thelist.

I chuckled and shook my head—so damn adorable. “Anything you want, baby. As long as it ends with me fucking you in nothing but heels and my engagementring.”

Her eyes heated, but she pursed her lips as though she were deeply contemplating. I raised an eyebrow and leaned in to place my lips over hers. I kissed the fuck out of her, only stopping when I was about ten seconds away from ripping off her clothes and fucking her right there on the couch. Not that we hadn’t christened the couch already, but I had to be on set in about five minutes.

She shook her head, trying to clear away the lust fog I’d induced. “Ring, heels, fucking.” She canted her head and winked at me with a sexy smile. “I can make that happen.” She wiggled her ass on my lap, making the erection I was already sporting, harder than steel.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, I decided five minutes was plenty of time for a little preview.

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