Page 21 of Baby Contract

“I can sleep in the living room.” I grab one of the pillows off the bed and clench it to my chest to cover up my nipples. Between the bed and him half-naked, my mind goes to sex.

“There is more than enough room.” Carr pulls the blanket back, sliding into the bed. He rests his back against the plush headboard. “We’re both adults. I think we’ll be fine.” I think us both being adults might be part of the problem. Because all my mind can think about is all the adult things we could do in this bed.

I put the pillow back down and slip into the bed. “I guess I’m not used to sharing a bed is all.”

“That so?” He smirks.

I roll my eyes at him. “I don’t need to hear about your bedroom shenanigans.” I try to say it playfully, but a ball of jealousy forms inside of me. One that I need to stuff all the way down. I hate thinking about him with anyone else. Even though it's ridiculous because we are not really together, and it’s not the first time I have dealt with this feeling. The green-eyed monster reared its head one night when Carr went out for dinner and I thought he’d been on a date.

I might have googled him that night trying to find anything about his past and maybe lovers. I thought there would be a few articles on him because of how wealthy he is. There had been, but it was more about business dealings. A few were some events he’d gone to, but he’d been solo at them except for one that he’d taken his mother to.

I’d been wrong. He had gone to dinner, but it was a work thing, and it was with another man. I knew because he Facetimed me at the dinner table to tell Violet and me good night in case his business dealings ran late and we were sleeping when he got home. It was adorable. It also didn’t help with my crush.

"Shenanigans?" His smirk turns to a full-on smile. "What kind of shenanigans do you mean?" I narrow my eyes on him. He lifts a brow as if it’s a challenge. So I do the only logical thing I can think of at the moment. I take him up on his challenge... by hitting him right in the head with my pillow.

Chapter Thirteen

CARR

Ilet her get a few blows in because she looks extremely hot on her knees, her sleep shirt pulling across her magnificent breasts, her cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling. After the fourth whack, I catch the pillow in one hand and tug. She tumbles forward into my arms. I let the pillow fall to the side and hold her in place, her tits mashed against my chest, her legs splayed on either side of my hips. A little thrust upward and I could rub my erection against her soft core.

“Didn’t anyone tell you that it’s dangerous to take on someone twice your size?”

“You’re not twice my size.”

“I am. You just haven’t paid enough attention to me to figure that out, but in this position, I think you can do a hands-on exploration and make a new and educated assessment.” I stroke her back, stopping just short of the rise of her ass. Her breath hitches as I splay my fingers out. “You’re a small girl, Addison, and very breakable, but I’m a careful man.”

She rubs her lips together. “Are you?”

“I’ve never hurt someone that didn’t deserve it.”

“But that means you have hurt people, only you make the judgment as to who gets away unharmed.”

“Don’t be afraid of me, Addison.” I brush the hair away from her eyes. “I want what you want.”

“And what’s that?”

“This.” I rise up and capture her mouth. She stills but doesn’t draw away. I run my tongue along the seam of her lips, and when her mouth parts, I dive in. She tastes sweet and fresh, the remnants of her toothpaste mixing in with her natural essence. There’s too much between us. I sweep my hand under her ass and lift her up so I can remove the comforter, the pillows, all of it until it’s just her thin sleep shorts and my boxers separating us. The heat from her pussy scorches through the fabric. A moan escapes me when I feel her cunt convulse against my cock. She wants this. She might be afraid to say it, afraid because she’s a rule follower, a righteous girl who views sleeping with her boss as a scandalous misdeed. That’s okay because she doesn’t have to say a word. I can read her body perfectly.

I keep my mouth attached to hers and let my hands do the exploring. I sweep under the loose sleep shirt and run my hands over her lithe back. There are small muscles there she’s developed from carrying Violet and lifting all the baby goods. I count the ridges of her spine with my fingers until I reach the base of her back.

I pause, waiting for her to move away, to signal that she’s not ready, but she inhales and holds her breath too. I slide my fingers under the elastic waistband of her shorts, over the curve of her ass until my fingers meet the wet heat of her sex.

“I—” she starts to say.

“Want more? I’ve got you.” I slip the tip of my middle finger inside her tight, tight channel. She rocks slightly, and my finger goes in deeper. Then I lift her ass with my other hand, showing her how to ride my finger. Her body starts to tremble. I add another finger and hold her tightly, stroking her sensitive walls with each thrust. She makes another small sound and breaks away from my mouth to drop her forehead on my shoulder.

I bite the delectable space along the slope of her neck and then lave the wound with my tongue. She shudders.

“It’s so much,” she whispers.

“Let me take care of you. It’s going to feel so good. Put yourself in my hands. I’m going to put another finger inside of you. It’s going to make you feel full, but you’re so small, baby. I’m going to make you ready for me. Here we go.”

She gasps at the intrusion.

“Perfect. Doesn’t that feel good? Keep riding me. I’m going to kiss your breasts now. You hold them for me, okay? Cup those beauties in your hands and sit back. I’m still holding you. I’ve got you. Don’t worry.”

She leans back. Her skin is flushed with excitement from her cheeks to her chest. I want inside of her so badly. My cock is aching for her.

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