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Olivia’s chuckles fade into seriousness as I kiss her deeply, our tongues twisting together while my hands hold both sides of her face. My hands soon drop, caressing over other parts of her skin, expertly finding her nipples and tweaking them until I feel her gasp for air under my lips.

Then I push her back and descend on her, my tongue making short work of her nipples until I reach down to find her wet and ready for me again. I’ve been aching for it, my dick already hard as a rod again from the moment I moved the pastries, and I know I have to have her.

I ease into Olivia, feeling her tight, wet, hotness like coming home. This is where I belong, buried inside her up to the hilt, watching her face as she reacts to the feeling of being filled by me. I could put those faces in a frame and look at them all day long. I could do this all day long, come to think of it.

I take my time, building up a slow rhythm, running my hands over Olivia’s body. Even though she came the first time, it was likely to have been the most uncomfortable sex will ever be for her – and now she can start to really enjoy it. I watch her reactions, the things that make her shudder and moan, the movements that make her lift her hips towards me. I learn them by rote, doing them over and over until she looks like she’s right on the edge, then stop and change it up and bring her back, until she is panting and flushed, so ready for it she hardly knows what to do with herself.

“Olivia.” I lean down over her, so that when she opens her eyes, she’s looking right into mine. A smile curves my lips as I tell her what to do. “Come for me.”

At the same time, I jerk my hips forward, thrusting right against that sweet spot that she seems to enjoy the most. She cries out and I look right into her eyes as she comes, doing as she’s told, her tight channel convulsing around me, squeezing my dick tightly.

I come in response to that pulsating grip, shooting my seed inside of her for the second time, feeling the power of life flow from me to her. She is mine, and there’s no one in the world that could doubt that now.

Chapter Nineteen

Olivia

We lay there in the darkness, the mood lighting slowly dimming and going out, and I fall asleep with my head pillowed on Aaron’s chest. I don’t how long I sleep for, but when I wake up, the room is flooded with sunlight again.

Aaron is laying next to me on his side, and I slowly realize that his hand is stroking my belly, running in slow and soothing circles.

“What are you doing?” I ask sleepily, cracking my eyes open.

“Rubbing our baby,” Aaron says.

I open my eyes wide at those words, fully awake now. Did I just imagine that? “Our baby?” I repeat.

“Mm.” Aaron stops stroking and looks up at me, meeting my eyes with his dark gaze. “I think you’re pregnant. I can feel it. Something is different.”

I open my mouth to tell him that he must be crazy – we only had sex twice, and besides, how could someone tell just like that? But when I try, I find myself closing my mouth again without saying a word. Maybe he’s right. Something about the way he says it resonates deep within me. Maybe I am pregnant after all. I can’t explain it, but I have a feeling that it could be true.

And if it is true, then how do I feel about it? I take a moment to assess myself, that possibility. Strangely, it doesn’t terrify me at all like I thought it might. Instead, I feel excited. Happy. Like something new is just beginning.

Something new, with this man.

I look at Aaron again and nestle myself against his chest, my eyes seeking out the far wall as I hide myself in him. I don’t want him to see my face. The idea of a baby brings up thoughts of the future, something I had successfully shut out until now. And what is our future? What could this handsome, older, and obviously rich man possibly want with me?

He won’t even tell me anything about himself – not even his last name. Come to think of it, I only have his word for it that his name is Aaron. It might be something else entirely. This whole trip could be just a bit of fun for him – a way to blow off some steam without consequences.

I hope not. Because in spite of myself, I feel something different. I know that I’m beginning to fall for him.

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