Page 21 of Secret Baby for Dr. Grump

“Please, Luke.”

The plea is soft and familiar, but it’s new at the same time. Realization kicks in that there’s no way we can take this slow, not with how we’re feeling at the moment. So we don’t.

I fuck her hard and fast, following a rhythm that our bodies dictate. I thrust in and out of her like a man on a mission until it no longer feels like a mission, either, and all I can feel is her: every hitch of breath, every moan, every sigh. Every slide of body rubbing mine, every clench of her fingers, and yes, every clamp of those amazing muscles around my cock, turning me on so badly.

Pleasure spreads. It electrifies me like no other and makes me double my efforts so she can experience it, too, and I’m entranced with the way she works her hips to give it to me in return. It goes on and on until one switch flicks and my body starts shaking.

Shit. I’m close.

Wanting her to get there first, my fingers return below. I kiss her hard. I tease her clit, then press against it as I breathe into her.

“Come for me, Liv…baby. Come for me.”

She comes like a rocket, brilliant in her explosion. Pleasure coats her face, and that’s the last straw that triggers me, too, as I explode while still trapped in her sweet, tight heat. The orgasm blinds me with pleasure: mind-blowing and surreal.

Silence reigns in the space, our breaths still mingling and our bodies pressed against each other in the weakened aftermath. It’s the type of silence I love, and I gently kiss the nape of her neck to express it.

Olivia sighs, then looks down. She walks away and returns with tissues, and we wordlessly clean ourselves up and re-dress. I wistfully glance at her disappearing stomach before I clear my throat.

“I’m sorry that was fast. It just…I got carried away.”

To my surprise, she shrugs. “It’s fine. I’m on the pill, by the way. In case that’s an issue.”

I nod, relieved. Maybe I’m also amused. “I’m clean. I swear it. I haven’t been with anyone in a while and I always get tested every few months.”

She nods, too, then eyes me curiously. The fact that she hasn’t left the room yet gives me hope, but I take it slowly.

“I swear I meant everything I said earlier, Liv. Before you said you haven’t had sex in so long.”

She nods again, understanding. Still not leaving. I open my mouth, wanting to talk—wanting to open up about so many things, including how I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.

But before I can speak, her phone pings. I watch as she opens it and reads the message, then turns white as a sheet.

“I have an emergency. I’m sorry. I have to go now.”

Then Olivia is out of the door before I can ask what’s wrong.

Chapter 7

Olivia

“How is she?”

I close the bedroom door quietly and turn to Nancy, Riley’s babysitter for the past three months. She’s wonderful at it and I’ve had no complaints. But she’s also young, just recently eighteen, and I know the situation rattled her a bit.

“She’s fine. The fever’s gone now, actually, and I think it started going down right after you called me.” I smile in reassurance. “You did a good job giving her medicine and that warm bath.”

Nancy eyes my smile, then sighs in relief. “Oh, thank goodness. I was nervous. I don’t usually get nervous since I’ve had plenty of experience babysitting, but I think this is the first time someone had a fever under my watch. Since you’re a medical assistant, I thought I should call you and let you know in case it’s something more serious.”

“It’s probably just the weather, but I’ll monitor her. Don’t worry about it. You can go home, Nancy. Same time tomorrow?”

“Of course.”

I walk her to the door, appreciating her more for admitting her nerves and being so concerned for Riley. After rechecking on my daughter and ensuring that she’s fast asleep, I head to the kitchen and make myself a sandwich, realizing that I skipped dinner in my haste to get back home. I’m halfway through the sandwich and contemplating making another one when there’s a knock on the door.

I’m already walking toward it when I realize that I forgot to give Nancy her daily pay. So I get my wallet first and answer the door with it.

“Hey, sorry about that, I forgot to pay you?—”

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