Page 14 of The Baby Contract With My Hot Billionaire Boss

Once I settle back onto the couch and she’s looking relatively comfortable in a chair, I hand it over, taking the opportunity to get a good look at her as she reads.

Her hair falls forward to cover part of her face and she impatiently shoves it back. Her eyes scan over the words quickly, though every so often they stop for a moment before moving on. Her lips are slightly parted as though she’s not quite sure of what she’s reading. But all I can think about is having those lips under mine …

And that body; I can see it well under the casual t-shirt and jeans she’s wearing today. Clothes I’ve definitely never seen her in but they hug her body well.

“All right. Well, this is pretty straightforward.”

“What did you expect?” I ask.

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen a baby contract before,” she retorts and I can’t help but grin. Yeah, I’m pretty sure my lawyer was a little unsure about that too.

“You get the wing where your room was from last night. Your things are already over there. You can arrange them how you see fit. The baby will have a room there as well. But you’ll also have use of the entire house.”

“Okay, and what about your staff? I’m assuming there are people who work in this monstrosity,” she glances around herself and I smirk in response.

“There are a handful of people working here, yes. They’ll be available to you as well.”

“My allowance, I don’t want to have to ask for it like a child. I want it deposited automatically into my accounts.”

I nod in acceptance of that. I don’t want to be handing out cash to her each week anyway. And setting it up as an automatic transfer makes things easier.

“And when the baby comes I want an increase.”

“Of course,” I agree again. “The baby will need things as well.”

“And, I don’t want anyone at the club to know about this.”

“I want this to be discrete as well.”

“Ethan?” She raises an eyebrow at me.

“Just what do you think I would be telling Ethan?”

“I know that you two are close. I don’t want things to get out to anyone. Not until I’m actually pregnant anyway. And then we won’t be able to hide much.”

“It’s not going to be long before you’re pregnant, Sweetheart,” I reply, my gaze hot as I look over her. “Because we’re going to be spending the night together frequently, until we succeed in our goal.”

“That may need to be discussed as well,” she replies, but the oh-so-innocent expression on her face is barely hiding the heat in her eyes.

“Oh?” I play along with her coy act to see where this is going and when she looks up those wide eyes certainly aren’t fooling me.

“Well, I’m just not sure about how many nights we should be spending together each week. I may want a little privacy once in a while. Some time to myself.”

“Ah, Sweetheart, you’ll have plenty of time for that during the day. More if you would consent to quit your job.”

“You’ll have to fire me if you want me to leave,” she retorts and there’s a flash of fire in her eyes. She’s independent. I like that, much as it frustrates me as well.

“At night you’ll be mine. The end goal is to get you pregnant, after all.” And despite myself the thought of it seems to do something to my body. Or maybe that’s just the thought of getting to fuck her again.

“And just what do you think you’re going to do to keep me interested every night for the foreseeable future?” she shoots back.

“I think I’ve proven myself more than capable of keeping you … interested.”

“Hmm, perhaps.” She’s playing with me and I can tell. But that doesn’t stop me from feeling her challenge through every fiber of my being.

I stride over to her chair, leaning down so that I’m level with her, my hand reaching out to latch into her hair and tug it backward slightly so she’s forced to look up at me. And I can see the heat in her eyes, can feel her breath coming a little more shallow across my face. The way her lips part automatically.

“You want it bad, don’t you, Sweetheart? You want what I can make you feel.”

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