Page 1 of Secret Baby for Dr. Grump

Chapter 1

Olivia

“What’s your name?”

“Liv.”

“Your real name?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“So that I’ll know what name to moan out when I’m inside you.”

Kisses punctuate his words, hot and intoxicating. I feel like I’m venturing into dark territory as I arch my neck and let him put his mouth there, but the way that mouth moves tells me he knows just what he’s doing. A sigh escapes my lips before my breath hitches when I feel his tongue digging into a sensitive spot.

“Moan for me, beautiful.” He purrs it, his low voice vibrating right into my core. “Open up for me.”

“Luke…”

I don’t know anything other than his name. I don’t know anything other than how charming he is and how he makes me laugh, this man I met at the bar where all I wanted was a drink to destress and not think about my life. But the way his hands cruise over my hips and press against my skin feels like he’s known me forever.

“Is this okay, Liv?”

Long, calloused fingers trace my bare stomach, my shirt already gone. When I nod, they dip down into the waistband of my pants and graze right there?—

“Shit. You’re so wet, Liv.”

I jolt at the way he groans my name out before that skillful mouth finds mine again. Our kisses turn feverish as he walks me back toward the bed, where his weight falls deliciously on top of mine. My hands frantically slide down his shirt and unbutton his pants, our limbs kicking clothes off until I’m only in my bra, and he’s…oh, God.

“How are you so big?”

He smirks, dark brown eyes twinkling. They darken when I wrap my hand around his cock and stroke it, gasping when it gets even harder. Another groan releases by my ear, hot and shaky.

“I’m so turned on. If you keep doing that, I might not make it—fuck, Liv.”

He takes my hand after a particularly hard stroke and traps it above us. I pout, but he kisses my pout away, then kisses my breasts and takes my nipple in his mouth until I’m a writhing, whimpering mess before him. The rest is a blur, but before I know it, his tip is poised at my entrance.

There’s a condom already wrapped around him, ensuring that we’re safe from consequences. Our gazes connect, his asking a question that I answer with a wordless nod.

But the silence doesn’t last long. When he slides inside me, I moan at the friction alone, then at the feeling of being full. When he’s so deep in, I moan again as he groans against my lips, his arms straining from the effort of not moving.

I reach out and wrap my hands around his neck, then kiss his jawline. I wrap my legs around him, too, as a desperate feeling thrums in my veins.

“You can move now. Please, Luke.”

It’s all the consent he needs, but he rains my face with kisses first. Then he’s thrusting in and out with gusto and precision, and the friction that I already enjoyed becomes so much more and takes over me completely. Tingles curl my toes and spread up the rest of my body, but they become fire as soon as they reach my belly and chest.

And he never stops touching me. Or holding me. Or grinding his hips and fucking me until I’m crying out for more.

He gives me more, his pace quickening and thrusts so firm and hard that stars dot my eyes. He curls in on me like he wants to feel every inch of my skin, but it’s the way he kisses me again that tells me he’s as lost in this as I am.

“You’re so fucking tight. So hot all over me. God, Liv, you take me so well…”

His words scrape my skin, and his voice rumbles in my core. I blink when he rolls us around, but the look in his eyes while I straddle him is positively deadly.

“Ride me, Liv. Take what you need.”

Too caught in the moment, my inhibitions crumble as I ride him for all I’m worth, milking every groan and cry from that gorgeous, seductive mouth. I tease that, too, catching it in a kiss and sucking as my body rides him faster, harder. I squeeze and tighten while he twitches inside me, his hands clutching my hips and his groans filling the room.

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