Page 13 of The Baby Contract With My Hot Billionaire Boss

“You’re being ridiculous,” I manage to get out but instead of answering, his mouth descends on mine and I’m lost to the pleasure of it. Lost to the moment of feeling his lips and my arms wrap around him seemingly of their own accord.

I’m melting against him, my body losing all will to fight when he feels so good.

His hips press hard against mine, pinning me back against the wall, grinding his body into mine and making me moan with pleasure.

This is entirely different from anything we’ve had before. Completely different from the passionate but rushed experiences in his office, though this is quite passionate and rushed as well. The difference is that he hasn’t torn my clothes off just yet. He’s struggling to slow it all down instead.

I practically whimper as his hands glide down to my shirt, sliding it up and over my breasts so he can cup them more fully in his hands. My own hands are dropping down to his shoulders, which roll and tense beneath my fingers. But that’s nothing compared to the muscles on his arms and chest as those flex under my slowly moving fingers.

“Ooh,” the moan seems to have a mind of its own but he certainly doesn’t mind, because he nips at my lower lip and his fingers trail a little more firmly over my breasts, then brush over the nipple on one side and then the other.

“That’s it, Sweetheart,” he murmurs as he continues to drag his hands across my body, making me completely wild in the process. And he’s not done. Not anywhere near done. Because this is when he finally drags the shirt over my head and tosses it to the side, staring down at my body for a long moment as he takes in what he’s revealed.

I’m feeling so turned on with the way that he stares at me. There’s something exciting about it. My entire body is heated and burning, wanting him. Wanting everything that his kisses seem to promise.

Then his mouth is trailing down over my breasts, licking and sucking at each of them in turn until I moan and writhe at the feel of it. It feels good. So good. And when he’s finished there he moves to my hips, his mouth pressing against the spot where the skirt to my outfit comes across, making me tremble even more.

“Chris …” his name comes out on a moan and he seems to relish it. The growl spills from his throat as he continues his onslaught.

“That’s it, Sweetheart,” he tells me and I moan again.

As he drags the skirt down over my hips and lets it fall around my ankles I feel my body practically collapse against the wall behind me, a fact that he seems to enjoy because his hips are suddenly pressed that much more firmly against my own.

But now I realize that he’s still completely dressed, standing there in his casual wear from the club. And that heat is back in his eyes. My own hands venture across his body now, sliding down, down as far as I can reach from this position. But his growls are spurring me on even more.

I tug the shirt off his body and toss it away, reveling in the feel of that hard stomach and the muscles that are currently flexing and bunching there.

“Come,” he practically orders me again, his hand wrapping tightly around my wrist; he tugs me along. Almost before I even realize what’s happening we’re practically rushing across the room and up the stairs so he can toss me down onto the bed and take exactly what he wants.

His mouth is all over me. Teasing every inch with everything that he has, making me so crazy that all I can think about is him. All I can do is take everything that he will give me.

“Are you ready, Sweetheart?” he murmurs and then he’s sliding deep inside me, making my body come up, off the bed. A loud cry bursts out of me that he doesn’t try to hush. Instead, each of my sounds seems to make him even more intense and he’s thrusting harder and faster against me.

My hands grip onto his shoulders, then venture down to enjoy the feel of his arms, then his chest and stomach. Then downward even further. I’m close, getting so close. And then, suddenly, my orgasm is bursting over me and I scream loudly as I come.

“Emma …” he groans out my name and I can tell that he’s close. In fact, even before my own orgasm has ceased rocking my body with intensity, his own draws out, that same groan spilling out again as he drives harder and further into me.

“That’s it, Emma. That’s it,” he’s grunting and groaning and then suddenly there’s nothing but the sensations.

When I finally feel like I’m back in my own body it’s still hard to catch my breath. Still hard to acknowledge that this is what’s ahead of us. More nights like this will drive both of us crazy.

Chapter Seven ~ Chris

When morning comes I get up and prepare for the day the same way I always would. But today … today is going to be slightly different. Because today I will be laying out the specific terms of my agreement with Emma.

I can’t help the smile that crosses my face as I remember last night. And all the nights that we will share moving forward.

A baby is not really what I want, but it’s a means to an end. And it means that I get to enjoy Emma whenever I feel like it. And that I am definitely pleased about.

I’m prepared to wait for her to come out of her room, fully expecting her to be nervous again. But she ventures out of her room in time for breakfast. Though she does still look quite nervous.

“We need to talk about our agreement,” I tell her and see the way she swallows hard but then seems to steel herself for whatever is about to come, giving a sharp nod in response.

“Right. We should lay out all of the instructions.”

“I have the document here.”

“Let’s see it then.” She holds out her hand and I gesture toward the living room. We might as well get comfortable, after all.

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