Page 89 of Sebastian's Baby

Relief floods through me because I think that’s what I was worried about. Some future where she finds a man whodoeswant the things she wants and where he replaces me as the baby’s father.

“I will never tell you to fuck off because I want my child to know their father, especially since I know how much you already love them. You’ve done nothing but be supportive and amazing to me since we decided to continue the pregnancy. Heck, probably since that day with Cooper. Oh, shit. Slightly off-topic, but is he going to be at the wedding?” Lita asks with gritted teeth.

Fuck.

I didn’t think about that when I invited her.

“Ah, yeah, he will be. I’ll make sure he stays away from you, princess,” I promise her and hug her tightly to me, wanting her to know she’ll be safe with me there.

“Thanks. Look, we’ve probably said enough for now. You and I are going to be a family, together with our baby, no matter how unconventional it is, that’s all that matters. Everything else is just stuff.” Lita smiles at me.

I smile as well at the reminder of her words from when we were going to tell her family about the baby. Our conversation moves on to her current workload. Then, later, we have a room-service dinner before we head back to bed for more sex.

As I lie in bed with Lita, holding her in my arms before we go to sleep, I find myself thinking about what Heather said earlier. There was more than one reason I didn’t want to take anyone to her engagement party, but none of it was a consideration when inviting Lita to the wedding today.

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LEVEL 16 – Discovery

I’m leaving Seattle today,so Daryl goes out and gets a tape measure for me to take Lita’s measurements to send to Heather. When he comes back into the suite and hands me the tape measure, he has a frown on his face.

“There is a massive amount of paparazzi out the front, Mr. Fox. I think they’ve guessed that you’ll be flying home today.”

“Damn.” I look behind me toward the bedroom where I left Lita lying in bed looking through her phone. I turn back to Daryl and ask, “What do you suggest we do?”

I don’t want Lita to go through the paparazzi alone. If they see her bump, they might guess it’s her, and a thrill of terror runs through me just at the thought of it.

“I think Miss Ciccone should stay here for some time after we leave. They’ll almost certainly follow you, and that will leave her free to check out once they’ve gone.”

“Good thinking. Thanks again for getting the tape measure for me. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”

He smiles at me and says, “Not a problem. I’ll see you then.”

I walk back to the bedroom, feeling uneasy about today. I don’t think I’ll be comfortable until I know Lita has made it home from this hotel safe and sound. It reinforces my desire to get a place here in Seattle. Getting in and out of hotels can be tricky, but apartment buildings are a lot easier.

I smile at Lita and tell her as cheerfully as I can, “I have a tape measure. My lover is already hassling me for these measurements, so we’d better do that.”

She drops her phone and climbs off the bed before walking over to me. I don’t think she’s worn clothes much at all this weekend, and she’s naked now. At the sight of her naked body, my cock stirs in the sweatpants I threw on to go see Daryl.

“I think you being naked will make it easier to get accurate measurements,” I tell her.

She laughs and raises an eyebrow at me. “Do you really?

“Yes. Heather wants to know your bra, bust, bump, hip, and leg sizes, and she wants to know them yesterday. Hands on your hips.”

Lita follows my instruction, and I reach my arms through the gap between hers and her body. I grab the tape behind her back and stretch it out around her, lining it up across her nipples at the fullest part of her breasts. Her nipples are stiff, much like my cock, and she gasps when I pull the tape measure over them.

“That’s cold,” she says.

I remove the tape, note the measurement in my phone, and say, “I’ll warm them up for you.”

I take one of her breasts in my mouth, licking her nipple with my tongue and very much enjoying her moan of pleasure. I do the same to her other breast before I raise my head.

“Is that better?” I ask with a cheeky grin at her.

“Much,” she pants.

I do the same thing with her under breast measurement, unable to resist the temptation of taking her breasts in my mouth again once I get the measurement I need. I spend longer teasing her this time, though, and I’m eager to keep going, but I remove my mouth and note the measurement in my phone.

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