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“Did I stutter? I missed you. Fuck, I can’t think straight. A part of me wishes I never came out of my office.” He reaches his hand up, brushing his fingers down my cheek. “You gave him what belongs to me.”

“What are you talking about?” I’m lost. I close my eyes when his hand cups my face and his thumb rubs my cheek. I pressed my face into his hand, absorbing his touch.

“The baby. You should have had my baby,” he professes, staring intensely into my eyes. I hear the agony in his words. Could he? Could he really be saying what I think he is?

“I…” I need to tell him the truth. I take my gaze away from him to build up the nerve, to be honest.

He slides his arm around my waist, tips my chin to look into his eyes, and says, “It’s okay. We can make another one.” His mouth comes down on mine. Our lips connect fiercely. The kiss isn’t sweet; it’s hard and possessive. It’s shocking, but I want more.

My body reacts, and I try to climb on him. My hands thrust in his hair, tugging on his perfect mane. I know I shouldn’t let this happen because he’s already a father and denying it. His hands go to my ass, grasping my meaty cheeks, and lifting me into his arms. I wrap my legs around him and let him carry me to bed.

He lays me in the center of the bed, kicking off his shoes before leaning over me, supporting his weight with his palms on the mattress. His legs are between mine, and his cock is grinding against my heat. I shiver and arch my hips up, rubbing my pussy on his bulge.

“Keep that up, and it’s going to be over before we get started. And I’ve been a good boy. I’ve done my best to stay away from you because I don’t want to poach, but he’s lost out. You’re mine.” I pull at his tie, but he sits on his heels and does it for me. It’s good because I was bound to choke him. God, I need to tell him that this isn’t what he thinks it is, but I don’t know if I can. He comes down for another kiss before getting off the bed and stripping himself down. I steal sly peeks at his perfect body. Fuck me, he’s enormous.

Liam climbs back onto the bed and wraps his strong hands around my waistband, yanking down my shorts. I’m not wearing any undies because that was one of the things they didn’t pack. His eyes go directly to my pussy, and I’m so nervous. He smiles up at me then kisses me.

“Take off your top.” I do as he says, lifting it over my head. It gives me a little reprieve from his wandering eyes. A growl comes from him the second I drop the shirt onto the side of the bed. “Fucking sexy as hell.” He rests himself above me, nudging my knees further apart. I feel his thick head at my soaking wet entrance.

This is my last chance, but like all other times, I can’t speak…I just want him. I moan as the tip rubs against my engorged clit. I’ve never had an orgasm before, and I’m glad I waited for this man. I gasp when his head drops down to my breasts. His tongue circles around my hard nipples before his lips wrap around it, sucking out a moan from me. I arched my back, pressing my breasts in his face. My hands clench the sheets, and my toes curl. Slowly, I feel myself being stretched, centimeter by centimeter. Our eyes meet, and he grunts out, “Mine.” Then his cock tears through my secret. The world freezes around us.

With his eyes on me, he flexes his cock inside of me, and I clench around him. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“I thought you’d want to stop.”

“No, never.” He lowers his head and kisses me, softer, gently until we both start rocking our hips. I know he has questions, but they can wait. I need him, I need this.

Chapter 7

Liam

I have a million questions, but none of them matter now because I’m balls deep inside her virgin pussy about to breed. Fuck, I should be pissed, but I’m the farthest thing from mad. A sense of pride, pumped-up ego, and relief that I’m not alone in this hit me all at once. I’m doing my best not to nut, but fuck, her warm womb is constricting around me. My rhythm picks up double-time, pumping long hard strokes into her tight little heat. Her walls clench around my cock, and my balls rise up.

Looking into her eyes, I see her desire, and it’s fucking me all up. I’m going to marry her, and that makes the urge to come all the greater. I yank my eyes away from her lustful gaze and move them down to stare between us where we’re connected. I see my dick covered in her virgin blood, and I do my best to hang on. I’m about to come, but I need my future wife to come with me. My hands and mouth move all over her breasts. With her taut nipple in my mouth, I scrape my teeth along the stiffened peak. Her tits are so perfect and heavy. I could suck on them all day long. She arches and then I feel her core contract, pulling my cum from my balls.

“You’re mine,” I roar. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she moans with her eyes closed and her head tossed back. That doesn’t work for me. I want to see her eyes as I fill her with my seed.

“Open your eyes, baby.” She does as I request. “Good, now say it.”

“I’m yours, Liam.” I kiss her hard.

“Good girl.” I swat her ass, then pull out of her tight fucking pussy. I want to stay inside her, but I need answers, and those can’t wait. I sit next to her on the bed, then lift her up to straddle me. I can feel the stickiness between us, and it’s fucking perfect.

“You’ve got a lot of explaining to do.”

She bites her bottom lip which I find too damn sexy. “Um…I normally work at a salon as a receptionist on the Northside. A woman, who’s a regular, came in and started talking to me. She said her ex-lover avoided talking to her so she couldn’t give him her son. She paid me three thousand dollars to bring him to you. She handed me a paternity paper that has your name on it and all. I was supposed to call her if you didn’t take him, but she didn’t answer the phone.” I sit up straighter. This is more fucked up than I thought. Someone is trying to frame me. It wasn’t a mistaken identity thing.

“She lied to you. That boy looks a lot like me, but I know he’s not my son. That I’m positive about.”

“What? I mean. Oh shit, this is worse than I expected. That’s what I get for thinking the money was a blessing. What am I supposed to do? I don’t have the finances to care for him. I’m going to have to hunt her down.”

“I’m sorry, but I have to say it is. Did the mother give you all that baby stuff?”

“I’m guessing so because I only had the baby for twenty minutes when I showed up at your office.”

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