Page 58 of Taming the Boss

Finito.

Jude was clearly trying to ruin me for mere mortal males, and that was just fine because not only had we had Olympics-level sex the first time we’d gotten naked, he came inside me with no protection and said it was good I wasn’t on birth control.

In Crescent Cove, the unicorn land where it seemed like unprotected sex was a guarantee for a need for gift certificates to Baby-o-Rama.

And it didn’t even have to be unprotected for the hammer to come down. Not to mention, he was already a proven quantity with a three-year-old son.

He barely knew me. He had a shit ton of money that meant he couldn’t afford to be indiscriminate and take chances with unknown women. Yet he’d just insisted I was his and gone off to work his ass into the ground to make more oodles of money and regenerate his clearly unnatural sperm banks.

If I asked anyone about this, they’d accuse me of bragging. Truthfully, I kind of would be.

This was not ordinary in the best way. And it was probably a one-off thing in any case.

I better brag while I could until I was crying into the coffee I couldn’t drink much of because I was knocked up.

I lifted my shirt and stared at my not-flat belly in the full length mirror in the guest room. I wasn’t at a great point in my cycle for such things, so maybe not. Maybe I’d escape with just a warning, since surely some women had sex without getting pregnant in the Cove. Not every chick of childbearing age could get knocked up that easily here.

Right?

Dropping my shirt, I started winding my hair into a braid. And that was that. It just wasn’t feasible.

Maybe if I started wishing fervently to be, I could ensure I wasn’t through reverse psychology. Or restoring the baby balance or whatnot.

The thing was, Jude made pretty babies, as I had reason to know. His son was downright adorable with his thick messy hair and his blue-green eyes that were so often filled with pain and made me want to give him the entire world. He even had dimples too, I’d realized the other day when he’d given in to belly laughs while watching Paw Patrol. The kid was the freaking cutest.

That didn’t mean I wanted my own at this age. I was awfully young. Just about the same age as my own mom when she’d gotten pregnant with Penn, but my parents had already been engaged and building a life together.

I wasn’t building anything with Jude.

Hello, you’re the one who went in there while he was showering and stripped down as if you were some super confident, hot chick instead of a sort of shy, mostly inexperienced, confused young adult.

I couldn’t even figure out where I’d drummed up enough nerve to do something like that. But the vivid arousal in his gorgeous, slightly forbidding dark blue eyes whenever he’d looked my way from the very start had played a part.

Along with the fact I couldn’t even get myself off now that he’d worked me up and left me hanging. And I’d absolutely tried during the long, frustrating nights of basically no sleep.

But I was good now. I’d had like three, possibly four orgasms during our rounds.

Go, me.

Yet I was still all worked up and buzzy. Just pressing my thighs together made me tingle.

Though I couldn’t imagine the man could go again anytime soon. He clearly had to have been…unduly taxed.

As was my lady area. Shower that morning aside, I’d likely need a leisurely bath before the day was through to make sure everything was all…pampered down there.

Not that I’d officially said yes to anything yet. Though probably spending days here and then walking into his bathroom and taking off all my clothes counted as agreement.

Even if it was because I was excessively horny.

“Baddie?” A small voice came down the hall as I finished braiding my hair and put on a band on the end. Not having my curly hair shampoo was making it act all crazy. Not like I’d intended on not being home all week.

The other day, I’d taken out my phone to find a message from my mom making sure I was okay. It wasn’t as if I couldn’t go on sleepovers at my age, but I always gave them notice I wouldn’t be home.

Except since I’d been staying here, I’d completely forgotten my usual routines.

I’d called her back right away and told her I’d be staying away a bit longer and then I’d be in touch. This morning, after I’d cleaned myself up in my en suite bathroom, I’d called her again and said I’d be stopping by home soon.

Clearly, I’d have to tell her more at this point.

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