Page 58 of Accidental Baby Daddy

“I think we’re going to close down at midnight,” Oliver said with a big yawn. “I’m tired and it’s a Tuesday. We’re not going to get much more business.”

“Sounds perfect to me, boss,” Krista said.

“I’ve asked you to call me Oliver,” he said flatly, but Krista just shrugged and went inside, leaving Oliver and me alone.

I stood there awkwardly for a moment.

“I’ll go clean up my section,” I said finally, and started to walk past, but Oliver grabbed me by the wrist.

“Stay afterward,” he said in a low tone. “I’ll drive us home.”

Oh, boy.

Despite all the alarm bells ringing in my head, tellingme to break things off, I stayed after everyone else left, waiting for Oliver to come out of the office.

Finally, a little after midnight, he did, walking toward me as I sat perched on the edge of one of the pool tables.

He looked at me, smiling softly, his head tilted to one side.

“What is it?” I asked, smiling back.

“Just had the weirdest sense of déjà vu,” he explained. “Feels like I’ve seen you before on that very pool table, perched just like that.”

“You probably have,” I murmured, starting to hop down, but he came up to me, placing his hands on my hips.

“Don’t move,” he said in a low voice. “I want to remember you, just like this.”

One of his hands moved to trail up my thigh, slipping under the high-waisted shorts I wore, and I gasped at his touch.

“Oliver,” I whispered.

“Lex,” he whispered back, as he moved his head to kiss my throat, sliding his tongue over my skin and making me shudder all over.

The next thing I knew, he grabbed my hips and placed me on the ground, turning me around with ease and bending me over the pool table.

I wanted to ask about us getting caught, what if someone came back in, what if someone forgot something? But something told me that was what made this as hot as it was so I kept my mouth shut.

He moved his hands to my waistband, unbuttoning my shorts and pulling them down, biting down on the curve of my hip as he did so. I gasped and arched my back as he moved his hands over my ass, finding the curve of my waist to hold onto as he groundhimself against me.

He was hard and before I knew it, he’d freed himself and was pushing into me as I spread my legs further apart.

I raised my ass up to meet him, crying out his name when he buried himself to the hilt, whispering against my throat. I could barely hear him.

“I missed this. I missed you.”

I pretended I didn’t hear what he’d said, pretended it didn’t make my heart soar, because I couldn’t keep doing this. Thishadto be the last time, and I was going to tell him, as soon as my legs started working again, as soon as…

He thrust into me with long, deep strokes, sliding against my sweet spot in a way that made my breath hitch in my throat. I clawed at the green felt of the surface beneath me, trying to steady myself as my legs grew shaky. Oliver reached up to cup my breasts briefly, throwing off our cadence, and crushing my body against the edge of the table. The sharp jolt of pain mixed with the pleasure, and drew a gasp from my lips.

“Sorry,” he said quietly, slowing down for just a moment, as he helped me to step back a little. He slid his hand up the column of my throat, holding on gently while his other hand wrapped around my midsection.

I leaned back against him, angling my hips to take him deeper, imprisoned with him all around me and within me, alight with pleasure that made me shiver and cry out. His long fingers that were wrapped around my throat remained gentle, but firm, even as I started to shake and snap with my impending release.

“Stay with me,” he said roughly to me, driving into me harder. “Don’t leave me again.”

“Oliver,” I panted, trying for a placating tone, but failing. I just sounded desperate, brimming over with lust.

“Just stay this time,” he said again, his tone holding a note that sounded like a plea.

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