Page 81 of Secret Baby for the Boss

He groaned when I touched him.

I sank to my knees and undid his pants. Parker grunted when I freed his cock. His was thick and hard, the skin smooth and delicious, veins popping out with need. I ran my fingers over his shaft before I leaned forward and planted a kiss on the tip of his cock. Parker groaned.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he growled.

It was driving me crazy too. I wanted him to flip me onto my back and fuck me. But I wanted to show him what he meant to me first. I wanted to pay all the attention to him, because the moment we were both naked, I wanted him inside of me, buried as deep as he could go.

I sucked his head into my mouth and rolled my eyes up at Parker. He sucked in a breath through his teeth and pushed his hands into my hair as I leaned in, taking in as much of him as I could. Slowly, I pulled back again, swirling my tongue along the bottom of his shaft, and Parker’s hands closed in my hair, making fists. He tugged at my hair, hard enough to tell me what he wanted, but gentle enough not to hurt me.

I bobbed my head back and forth, sucking him in and out faster and faster.

“If you keep at it, this is going to be over before we even start,” he muttered, gasping between his words.

I continued, sucking him off harder and faster despite his words.

Parker swore and pulled back, so he slipped out of my mouth. He grabbed me and pulled me up, his lips crashing down on mine. He ground his hard cock against me, and we stumbled toward my bedroom. On the way, I managed to wriggle out of my pants and kick them off.

In the bedroom, I pulled Parker’s pants down, and he got rid of them, too, so that we were both naked.

He wore only his dress socks. And I wore nothing at all.

We collapsed on my bed in a tangle of limbs, and Parker kissed me again. My legs fell open for him, but Parker pushed his hands between my legs first, his fingers finding my clit. He ran his fingers in circles over my clit a few times before plunging his fingers into me. I gasped and moaned. Parker’s attention brought me closer and closer to an orgasm, and I writhed on the bed. Parker swallowed my cries.

When I orgasmed, coming undone at the seams, Parker was right there with me, catching me when I fell.

But that was true for more than just our sex.

I gasped, coming down from my sexual high. Parker smiled at me and kissed me.

“I’ll be right back,” he said.

He stood and walked to his pants on the ground before he stopped and looked at me.

“I guess I don’t need a condom.”

“I guess you don’t,” I said, grinning at him.

He shook his head, smiling. “What are the odds?”

“Apparently, not in our favor,” I said with a sigh.

Parker’s face sobered, and he came to me. The mattress dipped under his weight, and he crawled over me so that his face was all I saw.

“Don’t say that. I want this with you. I’ve always wanted a family. It might not be what we planned, but this ... I want it. All of it. You and the baby and our future together. I would say the odds were in our favor from the start.”

He kissed me, and everything fell into place. He was right—we were meant to be together. And to know that he wanted this, even with the pregnancy and the baby and the future that was different than we planned, was everything.

Parker positioned himself at my entrance, and when he slid into me, I cried out. He filled me, and the sensation of him without a condom was incredible. It was like we were closer and more connected than ever. Or maybe that was because there were no questions about who we were to each other anymore.

He was my forever, and I was his.

Parker moved inside me, and I moaned as he stroked in and out of me. I held on to his thick shoulders, the muscle rippling under his skin with his movement, and his eyes locked on mine. He moved faster and faster, and heat grew inside me. At first, it was just a flame, but Parker kindled a raging furnace at my core.

When I orgasmed, I fell apart. Parker kissed me, riding out the pleasure with me, and I trembled and shivered beneath him, riding out the pleasure.

“You’re my everything,” Parker mumbled. “And you feel fucking incredible.”

Before I could say anything, Parker rolled over, and I climbed onto him. I bucked my hips, giving myself to him. He gripped my hips and pulled me forward and pushed me back harder and deeper so that I cried out with pleasure. He clenched his jaw, and his face was full of lust.

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