Page 73 of The Baby Contract With My Hot Billionaire Boss

“You know I didn’t really fulfill my part of the contract.”

He looks confused at that, his brow furrowed, and I can’t help but smile.

“You wanted a child to carry on your legacy. And I gave you a daughter, Chris. A little girl that you gave your bloodline to, but she won’t necessarily carry on your family name.”

“Well then, maybe we’ll need to work on that. To make sure that there’s a male heir to the family name, as well.” His grin is a lot more heated now and I can feel my own body heating in response.

“Another child?”

“Do you want more?” he asks me.

“Maybe we wait for more children until after we actually get married though.”

“I can handle that. Though I’m not entirely sure how long I’ll want to wait to get married to you anyway.”

“I don’t want to wait either,” I admit.

“Good.” His fingers rub over the back of my hand and I don’t want to pull away, even when the waiter arrives with our food and awkwardly tries to place it around our clasped hands.

He doesn’t say a word though and simply smiles and walks away, seeming to realize easily enough that we’re in the middle of something.

But then I have to reluctantly sit back so I can dig into the meal in front of me that looks absolutely delicious.

“A full year,” he says as he digs into his own meal. “And things have only gotten better as time has gone by. I never would have imagined that we would be here right now.”

“When you called me up for a one-night stand and then turned that into a proposition for a baby? You didn’t think that the two of us might end up as anything else?”

“Did you?” he asks and I smile.

“No. I never pictured any of this. I thought it would be a fling. And then I thought … maybe like an extended booty call, where I’d be right down the hall all the time. But not this. Never this.” I glance down at the ring on my finger and he practically beams at me.

“Well, Sweetheart, get used to it. Because I don’t plan on ever letting you go.”

“Good. I don’t plan on ever wanting to go,” I reply. “I want to stay here, with you, and Chloe, and however many other children we decide to have, for the rest of my life.”

It’s wonderful to sit here together and to just enjoy the moments. To enjoy the peace and comfort and relaxation and then rush back home so that I can find out how Chloe is.

Mom seems indulgent enough, letting me in so I can see Chloe sleeping in the back bedroom that they’ve converted into an adorable nursery.

Just watching her sleep for a few minutes is enough to help me feel a great deal better. Well enough that I can go back to the house with Chris, immediately wrapping my arms around him and enjoying the way that his mouth feels on mine.

“Mmm, it feels like it’s been way too long since I had time alone with you,” he murmurs. “And absolutely … no … distractions.” Each of his words is followed by kisses along my jaw, then down my neck, then to my chest, what he can see of it from the neckline of my dress.

“That feels good,” I reply with a moan and reach immediately for his shirt, unbuttoning it so I can feel the firm skin of his chest and his stomach.

As my fingers trace over his body he groans and his movements become slightly more hurried, dragging the straps of my dress over my shoulders so he can move more easily over my body, kissing my breasts and then down even lower still.

When his mouth and his tongue tease my center, where I really long for him, I feel my entire body shudder. Yes, it’s been entirely too long for this.

“I want you inside me,” I manage to get out, reaching to grab his shoulders and drag him back up over my body so I can kiss him again. This time my hands are reaching to unbutton his pants and get them out of the way. A feat that doesn’t take much because he kicks them away as soon as I manage to unbutton them with trembling fingers.

It feels like this is our first time together again. I feel overwhelmed. My entire body is heated and wanting. My heart hammers in my chest.

He picks me up then, carrying me to the bedroom so he can practically toss me onto the bed, following me even before I’ve managed to settle into a comfortable position. And then he’s kissing me again, every bit of his passion and desire wrapped into those kisses so that I’m panting with desire myself by the time he finally does enter into me.

My body reacts immediately to the feel of him and I can’t hold back the sharp cry at the pure pleasure of it. And neither can he, his groan audible as he clenches his eyes shut and his entire body tenses.

It takes him a moment to regain his own composure and to begin thrusting into me.

“You are amazing, Baby Girl,” he tells me and my hands clutch onto his shoulders, holding him tightly.

“I love you, Christian,” I murmur and his eyes immediately meet mine, with a new type of fire and passion there.

“And I love you, Emma. And I always will.”

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