Page 19 of Secret Bump

The consequence I’m carrying in my belly right now?

And heaven help me, but that only makes me wetter.

“What did you just think about?” Mack’s grip on my upper thigh tightens and his fingers push deeper into my pussy. “God damn it, Isabelle, I love how responsive you are. How electric your little body is. Tell me what makes you this slick?”

“You aren’t wearing a condom,” I whisper. “Are you going to take me bare?”

His cock twitches against the inside of my leg. “Fuck.”

I whine.

He exhales in my ear, then tilts my hips and fists his cock, bringing his seed-slickened crown to my entrance. “You don’t think I should put on a condom?”

My breath hitches. “Do you have one?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

He curses again, and the guttural noise gets under my skin. He knows how wrong it is to take this risk with his assistant.

This is why he stayed away all this time.

But he didn’t know it was too late. The mistake was already made, and he could have been inside me the whole time.

“Mr. Emerson,” I whisper. I strain to push myself onto his cock, but the angle—and my inexperience—prevent me from getting very far.

“Not here. Not like this.” But he leaves me wedged on his tip as he resumes playing with my clit.

So yes, here. Yes, like this.

My brain goes fuzzy as pleasure rolls through my torso and out along my limbs. I’ve missed this. He gave me one brief taste of how incredible human connection could be, and then he ripped it away because it was too complicated.

But there’s nothing complicated about how right it feels to be stretched out on his lap, stuffed full of his cock, my clit being strummed in the most perfect of ways.

This is all I will ever want.

But I can only have this once more, most likely, before he finds out what I’ve kept from him—and then there’s no going back.

My belly is going to get bigger. I’m going to give birth. I’m going to be a mother.

Never again will I be the innocent girl who walked into Mack Emerson’s towering office building and fell in love with a ferocious giant who couldn’t love me back.

“We’re almost there, little one,” Mack says, his voice low and rough. “If you want to be filled with my seed for this meeting, come on my cock.”

Seed.

That one word sends me straight to the edge. My back arches and I reach back, winding my arms around Mack’s neck.

“That’s it, my messy baby. I’ve missed you so, so much. Ride my cock and come on my hand.”

My release crashes through me and he flexes beneath and behind me, reacting physically to my trembling, my new tightness.

He growls and grunts, still pressing his fingers against my clit as his cock pulses, jetting his release into my body for the second time.

“Ah, Isabelle.” He heaves a sigh. “I shouldn’t have done that. Couldn’t help it, though.”

I close my eyes, still shaking from the aftershocks of my orgasm. Not ready to be rejected again.

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