Page 66 of The Baby Contract With My Hot Billionaire Boss

“I’m also glad I could surprise you. Even just a little.” My lips find hers and for a long moment I do nothing but kiss her. My hands are at her waist, enjoying this slow moment, savoring it before the even more intense parts to come.

But I can’t hold back forever and my hands move almost of their own accord, sliding over her back and up to the zipper at the back of her neck. It’s easy to slide down and then my hands are able to move over smooth, soft skin, sliding the dress away from her front and allowing it to move down her arms.

Which means I have to release her, if only for a moment, to get it all the way off her.

As I step back and the dress falls around her feet, however, I take that moment to appreciate everything that I can see of her. Her figure has filled out slightly more. The baby is still growing, which means that her body is growing in different ways as well. And she looks … amazing.

My lips move to hers but then to her cheek, down her jaw to her neck, then over her breasts that have certainly filled out since that first time in my office. Down over her stomach, which I can’t help touching and caressing ever so carefully.

When I look up at her there’s a softness in her eyes. Something that’s almost like … love. But is it for me? My heart surges at the thought, but I try to tamp down my enthusiasm. It’s the baby. The baby she’s thinking about. Or rather, it could be the baby and I don’t want to get my hopes up too much only to have them broken.

She doesn’t say anything, but she reaches down and pulls me back upward, back to her mouth. Her hands move to my shirt, unbuttoning it and shoving it down to my wrists where it sticks for the moment because I’m not done touching her.

Her hands on the button of my pants, however, are certainly going to spur things along because there’s so much more that I want at this moment.

Once I’m fully naked as well it’s only a matter of moments before I have her lying back on the bed, crawling up beside her to explore her body.

Lying side-by-side it’s even easier to do that. To touch her and tease her. To draw her higher and higher, her body tensing with every touch. And to really see that look in her eyes. The one that I’m hoping is love, because as I stare at her now, as I enter into her and set a pace between us that’s slow and sensual, I know that I’m hopelessly in love with her.

Chapter Thirty ~ Emma

My eyes blink open and I find myself still in the room I fell asleep in last night. Chris’s room. The room I was never supposed to spend the night in. It was in our contract.

And here I’ve done it again.

Quickly I sit up and try to slide out of the bed but his arms snake out quickly, grabbing me and pulling me back in.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he mumbles, his voice still sleepy, and when I turn to look at him, the half-lidded eyes and drowsy look cause my chest to constrict.

“No sleepovers. It was a rule, remember?”

“Rules are made to be broken,” he murmurs back, kissing my cheek and my neck before settling back into the pillows.

His arms are still around me. And he seems to be dozing back off. Before long he’s fast asleep again. But my mind is racing and I’m sure that more sleep is impossible at this point.

Does it mean something, that he wanted me to stay? Is there more to it than just cuddling up together this morning?

Does he want more? Like I already know that I want more?

Sure, I’m going to have him in my life forever now. The baby makes sure of that. But I want more. I don’t want to just be cohabitating in this beautiful house. I don’t want to just be co-parenting our child. I want all of him.

I want his heart just as much as I want his body. Perhaps more. I’m still working through the emotions of it all. Still trying to figure out everything.

Because even I don’t fully understand the depth of the emotions that I’m feeling for him right now. Just that there’s nowhere I would rather be than right here, in his arms, lying in this bed.

Eventually I must drift back off to sleep because when I wake up the next time, he’s the one who’s gone. But there’s a flower from the garden sitting on the pillow and I can’t help but smile at the sweet gesture.

“Ah, you’re awake. I wondered when you would wake up.” His voice startles me and I glance toward the door where he’s holding a tray. “I brought breakfast.”

“You cooked?” I tease and he laughs at that, coming around to sit next to me on the bed.

“You should be very glad that I did not,” he replies. “If I had made this, it would be inedible. But as Susie made it, it should be absolutely wonderful.”

The array of French toast and sausage and fruit looks great and I dig in eagerly, which seems to please him to no end because he laughs and joins me.

“This is great.”

“I’m glad you enjoy it. And as for my bed,” he trails off and I glance down, worried. “Consider it yours whenever you want it, Baby Girl.”

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