Page 20 of Bedding the Baby Daddy

“You need to get over Gio somehow or another, no? You’d rather do it quickly, no? Well, I’m here. I’m obviously willing. Do whatever the hell it is you want to be doing to Gio, but do it to me. Just get it the hell out of your system.”

She was looking at him like he’d just spoken in another language. Like the words had to make it through Jello before they got to her. “I’m sorry.” She stood, her hands tented on her desk. “I can’t possibly be hearing you correctly.”

He remained seated. “You heard me just fine. Use my body however you want to use Esposito’s and work through some of these feelings. You can’t just hold them down forever, Aurora. They’ve gotta go somewhere. So let them out with me. And then move on.”

She closed her eyes and pressed those luscious lips together. “Get the fuck out of my office, Dante.”

He rose, knowing when to retreat. “Offer’s on the table, LeMonde.”

* * *

It was rude. Insulting. Presumptuous. Arrogant. And he was an absolute ASS for proposing it.

Aurora slammed her briefcase closed and slung the strap over her shoulder. She’d never been so incensed in her life. She took a deep, hissing breath and tried to let it out slowly.

This kind of rage couldn’t be good for the baby. Between the anger and the constant hum of lust in her belly, this kid was on track to being born an extremely passionate person.

Just like its daddy. Aurora paused at her office door as memories of that night washed over her. He was extremely passionate. She’d never had a more thorough or attentive lover. He’d known what she was feeling before she had. And he’d used every weapon in his arsenal. She shivered.

Her mind shifted from what had been to what could be. Her eyes fell to the chair he’d sat in earlier that day. The way he’d looked, draped across it like a king. God, he was an ass. But he was also very appealing. His hair was longer than it had been that night and she’d found herself wanting to tug on it. Tunnel her hands into it while he buried his mouth between her legs.

Aurora shook her head. She couldn’t possibly want that. He was the biggest jerk she’d ever met. He’d actually proposed that she be his fuck toy.

No. Wait. Actually, he was proposing that he would be her fuck toy. In a way, it was a little bit sweet.

Aurora shook her head. She must be insane. She blamed it on the pregnancy hormones. Yeah. It was the pregnancy hormones that had her pressing her legs together in her slacks. It was the hormones that had her picturing striding around her desk and straddling him where he sat.

Aurora reached for the door handle of her office but let her hand drop. She really had to get ahold of herself before she went out into the world. She was liable to do something insane if she just walked out there like this. Like confess her love to Gio. Or jump a total stranger.

Aurora looked down at her body. Same old body she’d always had. Tall, curvy, currently filling out a silk shirt and work slacks. No one would guess that there was a river of sexual need pulsing through her right now.

Well, Dante might have guessed it. But she was ignoring that right now.

She took a deep breath. And then another. She was a grown woman in her place of work. She was just going to get in her car and go home and regroup when she got there.

She was going to have to figure out what the hell to do with this considerable need pulsing through her. Sex obviously had to be in her near future in some way, with someone. She couldn’t go on much longer feeling like she might pass out if she didn’t get off.

Aurora flung the door open to her office and strode to the elevators. Get home. That was the only goal. She jammed the elevator button and froze. Wait, was that…? Oh my god. That was a giggle coming from Gio’s office. A woman’s giggle.

Aurora whipped her head around to face the other way. Rose must be in there. In Gio’s office right that second. She must be in there, touching him, sitting on his lap, nibbling her way up his neck.

Oh god. Aurora was sick. She was so horny that even the thought of Gio with another woman was turning her on. The elevator doors opened and not a moment too soon. She needed to get the absolute hell away from this office and away from Gio and Rose.

She took the elevator down to the car park and her body trembled. From rage? Yes. From horniness? Yes. From adrenaline and pain? Yes. She felt like she could pull her skin off and dance around. She simultaneously felt as if she could run a marathon and get into bed and sleep for a week.

So far, she was not impressed with pregnancy.

All she knew was that she needed to get a little action. Something to take the edge off. She’d be able to think clearer after that. Aurora pulled out her phone and scrolled to the Tinder app. She’d installed it on a whim a few weeks ago. But she’d yet to open it. Her finger hovered over the little square before she dropped the phone in her lap and leaned forward, forehead against the steering wheel.

God, how pathetic was she? Tindering for a one night stand in the parking structure of her office while Gio was upstairs canoodling with his girlfriend or whatever. Oh yeah, not to mention that she was pregnant and on the search for meaningless sex.

She couldn’t have sex with a stranger. What if they did something weird or awful and it ended up affecting the baby? Aurora would never forgive herself.

Her only options were celibacy or… Dante. Which was insane. Absolutely insane. Why in the name of god in heaven would Aurora ever agree to sleep with the man from whom she was currently trying to conceal a pregnancy.

Although, she didn’t exactly LOOK pregnant right now. She would still have some time before she had to come clean with him.

Aurora chewed her lip and picked up her phone. In a way, it would be killing two birds with one stone. She’d get to scratch this god-awful itch with someone who was truly incredible at sex. And she’d inevitably get to know Dante better in the process.

The real question was, did she want to? Did she want to sleep with him again? Aurora’s mind took her back to about four a.m. of the night they’d spent together. She’d been straddling his lap as they sat up on his bed, their arms wrapped around one another and his cock buried inside her. He’d had his forehead pressed into her shoulder and her head had fallen back with the pleasure of it all. Something had caught her eye and had her looking to the side. A floor length mirror that hung on the back of his open closet door. It reflected their image back to her.

Aurora had been shocked by what she’d seen. The passion between them had been more than obvious. She’d seen it in every line on her face, the way her fingers dug into him, the straining, trembling grip of her muscles. But even more than that, she’d been shocked by his utter beauty. The fluid, almost violent grace of him as he’d pumped himself into her. His strength, both wildly evident and viciously restrained at the same time. He’d been a fierce, unforgiving lover. But she could see in the mirror exactly how much he was holding back from her, keeping gentle for her. It had been deeply intoxicating to see him coiled and taking and giving.

Aurora’s fingers moved over her phone. She was typing and she’d barely even given herself permission to consider the consequences.

Apparently her body had become very bossy since Dante had knocked her up.

Fine. You win. I’m coming over in half an hour.

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