Page 35 of Oops Baby for the Billionaire
“Both.” I let myself hold her, but I keep my hands on top of her towel. Even though I know full well she’s naked underneath it. “I want to build something with you. Something strong and lasting. Forever. I got carried away that night?—”
“We both did.”
“And we can’t repeat that tonight.”
“Why not? We’ve already done it once.” Her face falls. “Wasn’t it good?”
“Good? Fuck, Willa. It was incredible. Too good. You’ve ruined me for anyone else.”
“Then why?—”
“Because I’m twice your age. I’m your boss. You’re pregnant and dependent on me.” I let go of her and rake my hands through my hair, loosening it from the tight knot it’s been in all day. “It would be wildly inappropriate to take advantage of any of that.”
“I’m not asking you to take advantage. I’m asking you to—“ She breaks off, blushing furiously. Then she screws up her face and reaches for my loosened hair. “Please, Roman.”
It’s hard to think when she works her fingers through the strands, all the way to my scalp.
Hard, but not impossible.
“If you can’t say it, Willa, we can’t do it.”
“I want you to touch me,” she whispers, more boldly than I expect. “I know today was a lot, and I’ve been a rollercoaster of emotions. But I need… I feel…”
Her pupils dilate, and her pulse flutters in her throat.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur.
She anchors herself to me, holding on to my hair, and she brings her mouth down on mine.
As we kiss, her towel falls away.
I fill my hands with her bare skin. Her soft upper arms, her strong back. Her round ass, the belly I gave her, and then her breasts.
Even while we kiss, I can feel that they’re fuller now.
And more sensitive, the way she arches her back as soon as I touch them.
My cock throbs to get at her, weeping at the tip with seed that would put another baby in her if she weren’t already pregnant.
One fuck.
That’s all it took.
Her first, and I bred her.
And I would do it again.
“Fuck,” I growl against her lips. “Willa, we have to stop.”
“I don’t want to,” she pants.
“I don’t want to, either, gorgeous.” I moan as I ease her back, pulling her lips away from mine—but also pressing her weight more firmly on my throbbing erection.
And putting her breasts right in front of me, two lush globes of straining, needy feminine flesh. Visible veins lace under pale skin, creating a map begging to be explored with my fingers, my mouth.
“I know you need a release. I can feel it in the hot pulse of your pussy, grinding on top of me. But I think that tonight, you should go to bed alone.”
She pouts.
