Page 89 of More Than Words

“Can’t wait to fill you up and then watch it slide down your leg, my fingers catching it and pushing it back inside before I pull your panties back into place, knowing you’re full of me while you try to concentrate on work.”

His dirty words did the trick; my breath catching in my throat as I felt the pulses start.

“Fuck, babe, I can feel your thighs shaking. Come all over me. Fuck, yes…” he groaned, panting while my body hummed.

“Get the cup. I’m close.”

On shaky legs, I stood, grabbing the cup, and awkwardly holding it out to him.

“Fuck, feels so good,” he grunted, standing in front of me, his fist flying over his length.

My hand closed over his, eyes widening as his hand flexed. He grasped my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers before his breathing increased.

“Now,” he groaned, aiming his dick down until it was pointed at where it needed to be. “Fucking hell.”

My eyes widened as his entire body flexed, his grip on my breast almost painful when he came, filling the cup in my hand. There was something so simultaneously hot and hilarious about this situation,Somehow, and my chest shook as I tried to stifle a laugh.

Adrian joined me, his body shaking with laughter while we both stared down at the cup. “Score, didn’t make a mess.”

“Oh my God,” I giggled, screwing the lid back on and walking to the little door in the wall. Thankfully, there was a closed door on the other side, so the nurses didn’t see me topless.

“Wonder what kinds of crazy shit they hear going on in these rooms…” Adrian laughed, pulling his pants up and fastening the button. He stepped toward me, backing me into the wall before sliding his hand beneath my panties. I gasped as he gently coaxed the vibrator loose, tucking it back into his pocket before bringing his fingers to his mouth. “You made such a mess in those tiny panties.”

“Stop,” I whined, pushing at his chest, suddenly embarrassed to be half-naked in a fertility doctor’s office.

“You were just doing your duty to help me out, babe. Don’t need to be embarrassed,” he teased, kissing my pink cheek.

“Somehow I don’t think the nurses planned on me riding your leg to completion while you promised to fuck me on my desk as a method for sperm collection.”

“Then other people clearly aren’t doing it right.”

“Get dressed.” Placing my hand on his bare chest, I pushed him back, slipping around him to get my discarded clothing from the floor. Adrian smacked my ass when he passed me, redressing with a ridiculous smile on his face.

Part of me wondered if I was insane to want to have a child with this man, but the other part of me fell a little bit further because he made me want so much more.

Two days later, as I was sitting in the chair across from Sloane’s desk, an alert scrolled across the screen of my watch.

Discreetly swiping open my phone as she talked, explaining the travel she had planned for me over the next three months, I clicked the new text message.

Adrian: Sample results are in. As you already know, I’m a stud.

Adrian: 60% normal sperm shape.

Adrian: 3.5 out of 4 for movement. (Those little guys are wily and fast)

Adrian: PH 7.4

Adrian: 3 milliliters of volume collected (slightly above average)

Adrian: 150 million swimmers (above average for my age)

Adrian: Consistency optimal (But you already knew that)

Sloane paused as I tried to hold back laughter at his commentary. “Something you need to take care of?” she asked, nodding to my lap.

Not right now. But after work was a different story.

“No, just a text from a colleague I need to address this afternoon.”

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