Page 43 of Prognosis Baby Daddy

‘Ben, please,’ she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. ‘I promise after this you can impress me with your tricks but, please, I need you in me now!’

Katya lifted her hips, trying to catch his erection and guide him inside. ‘Please, Ben,’ she begged.

‘Katya.’ He lowered his head to kiss her as he gave in to his base urge and hers and entered her tight, hot core.

‘Yes,’ she said. ‘More.’

‘Katya,’ he gasped as he moved inside her beyond any semblance of control.

Katya had been hot and ready for this for weeks. Nights fuelled by erotic dreams had primed her for this moment and it took only a few strokes of his rock-hard erection to tease the sensitive flesh into blast-off.

‘Ben. Oh, God, I can’t hold this back...it’s too...much,’ she panted, enjoying the buildup as it undulated through her internal muscles.

Ben knew the feeling. Katya’s readiness, her eagerness and erotic dreams of his own were powerful catalysts. He could feel her trembling under him. He could feel her tighten around him further and he knew that as she let go and her muscles milked him that in a few more strokes he would join her.

She was raking her nails down his back as his orgasm erupted. His muscles tensed, his breathing stopped, his heart skipped a beat for a few seconds and then it came and he pounded into her again and again, urged on by her cries and his powerful, all-encompassing release.

And somewhere, up there, while she was out of her body, shattering into a thousand pieces, Katya realised the awful truth. That she had fallen in love with Ben. That she was no better than her mother. She’d thought she was above such emotions, immune after years of her mother’s dramas but ultimately the old adage, like mother like daughter, had proven true.

She had fallen for someone who couldn’t love her back.

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Katya woke a littlelater to find Ben staring down at her. He was tracing the veins on her breast again and she realised her nipples had been responding even in her sleep. He gave her a lazy smile and a surge of love welled up in her chest.

‘I love these,’ he said quietly, following a green pathway. ‘I love them because I know they’re making you ready to nurture our child. Are you sure you won’t reconsider?’ His hand moved lower, to her stomach, and he cradled it.

Katya looked at him and knew it was more important than ever now to leave. She had done the dumbest thing on earth, fallen for a man who didn’t believe in love. So that was two reasons she couldn’t stay. The baby and being with someone who couldn’t — wouldn’t — ever love her back.

Her life stretched before her, a long lonely corridor of time. A tear escaped and Katya closed her eyes as Ben dipped his head to kiss it away as he had done earlier. He was gentle and reverent and she thought her heart would burst it ached with so much love for him. His hand was heavy and warm on her stomach and utterly possessive.

Surprisingly the thought didn’t fill her with dread or revulsion. My how things had changed! She had been resisting a man’s ownership for years but now she was here and she knew her life would never be the same.

Was this how her mother had felt with each of her men? For the first time in a long time Katya felt a strange link with the woman who had given her life.

Ben pulled her in close, spoon-fashion, one hand cupping her stomach as one tear became two, became three until she was crying a river in the bed. Ben hushed her and kissed her hair and she cried even more. It felt like heaven to be safe in his arms and he held her till she fell asleep.

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