Page 21 of The Baby Contract With My Hot Billionaire Boss

My hands are immediately sliding up, under the skirt of the uniform she’s still wearing, gripping the sides of her panties and pulling them down in one smooth motion. Because I can’t wait to touch her. To enjoy her.

Her surprise seems relatively short-lived and she quickly grabs my shirt, dropping it behind me as she immediately reaches for my pants. And then we’re right back where we were in the office. Me carrying her to the couch so I can pull her onto my lap and feel her wet body pressed against my throbbing cock.

“Hell,” the curse bursts out of me and I pull her down tight on my body, loving the feel of her surrounding me.

She’s gripping the couch behind me, holding onto it tightly as she rides me hard and the moans spilling out of her are certainly making me just as crazy. But even when she comes, when both of us have succumbed to the heat that’s been burning all day, I’m not done with her.

Instead, I pick her up again and carry her upstairs, to my bedroom, where I’m planning for round two to take even longer.

Chapter Ten ~ Emma

It wasn’t until he was reaching under my skirt that I even realized I’d worn my uniform home. Which means I was definitely distracted when I walked out the door. Still thinking about … well … this.

But as he allows my body to slide down over his beside the bed I’m enjoying the look in his eyes as he stares at me in that uniform. There is heat in his gaze as it scans over every inch of me and then his mouth is on mine, claiming me, yet again.

“I’ve been thinking about this ever since you left my office,” he murmurs and my heart does that stuttering thing that seems to be happening more and more lately. What is it about this guy that makes me feel like a teenager with their first crush?

But that’s silly because I’m not in love with Chris. Or whatever masquerades as love when you’re 14. There’s certainly a lot of lust going on but that’s it. That’s all there is here.

And then his mouth trails down my neck and a moan escapes me and any thought other than what he’s currently doing to my body flies out the window. His hands running down my sides, over my waist, my hips, sliding under my skirt again to grab my ass … everything is setting me on fire.

My own hands glide over his chest, reveling in the feel of the hard muscle there. And the way that he tenses under my touch. The way that he groans as my nails bite into his arms and his shoulders, clutching onto him tighter as his fingers find that perfect spot that makes my entire body practically scream.

When my hands wrap around his already hard cock, however, that’s when he really groans, a sound almost like a howl escaping him before he tears the dress over my head and we both tumble back onto the bed.

“You’re mine, Baby Girl. All mine.”

The possessiveness would normally not be my thing, but something about Chris makes me absolutely crazy. Not to mention the way he says ‘baby girl’ like that. “Prove it,” I shoot back and the look in his eyes as he looks at me is fire.

“Oh, I will definitely prove it to you.” And with that he pins my arms over my head, his mouth connecting with mine in a hot and heavy kiss that takes my breath away. And by the time we both come up for air I’m starting to feel a little lightheaded, a feeling that fades quickly enough as his lips continue to move down my body.

And this time when he enters into me it’s slower, though no less passionate than the last time, drawing both of us over the edge in what feels like no time.

The next few weeks pass in much the same fashion. It’s clear that Chris is enjoying this whole process. And I’m certainly enjoying it as well, because it seems like practically every night he’s bringing me back to his room.

Or the couch … or his office … or just about anywhere that we can make it work.

And even still, even with so many nights together, I can’t seem to get enough. I still find myself thinking about him and wanting him practically any time that I’m awake. Which is stupid enough on its own. This relationship isn’t a relationship. It’s just sex. And I would do well to remember that before I start thinking that Chris and I are even friends, let alone anything else.

With a sigh, I get out of bed once again, stumble to the bathroom, and start preparing for my day. Except as soon as I put the toothbrush in my mouth, I gag and have to brace myself against the sink.

“What is wrong with me?” I stare at the reflection in the mirror and my skin is pale. I’m clammy. But just a moment ago I felt fine. What happened?

I glance at my toothbrush. Toothpaste doesn’t go bad, right? At least, not like that. Not where it would make me instantly ill. So what could be the problem here? Another glance at the thing and I set it down. Going without brushing just once is okay, right?

Well, either way it’s going to have to be because I’m fairly certain putting that toothbrush back in my mouth is going to be a huge mistake. So instead, I scrounge around looking for something to help with the nausea. Which is when I see them.

Set on a shelf toward the back is a box.

A small box.

With 2 tests in it.

I suck in a breath and take the box out of the cupboard, staring at it for a long moment before, almost subconsciously, I open it, pulling out one test, unwrapping it, going through the motions on autopilot.

By the time I’m setting the test down and starting a timer on my phone I’m actually coming around to the idea of just what this all means. That I could actually be pregnant. And in just five short minutes, I’m going to know …

Four minutes.

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