Page 37 of Unexpected Kisses

I read the message again and again, as I head back out of my front door. With almost zero traffic on the road, it doesn’t take me long before I’m knocking on Sarah’s front door for the second time tonight.

“Hello.” Sarah’s voice is unsure and muffled through the door.

“It’s me.” The locks immediately disengage and a wide-eyed Sarah stands before me in pajama shorts and a camisole, sans bra. My cock immediately wakes at the sight. Fuck! It looks as though she’s been crying.

“You didn’t have to come back,” she whispers.

I can’t console her because that will mean touching her and I’m barely holding onto my control, so I step past her. “I know, but you only have a limited window, and I didn’t want to waste an opportunity. Have you got another condom?” I have to keep moving and not linger because if I look at her in her current state, I may throw caution to the wind and take her to bed.

It must finally register what I’m here to do because she closes the front door and walks into the bathroom. She efficiently sets everything up and then stops for a moment. “Thank you so much.” She swallows and I can see her eyes becoming glassy. “I can’t believe you came back.” Her whispered words are heartfelt and I hope she’s beginning to realize I would do anything for her.

I can’t resist any longer and cup her face in my hands. “I’ll always come when you need me, Sarah.” Her bottom lip trembles and I press my thumb to it before I press my lips to it. “Now, let’s get this done, so you can do your thing.” I wink at her and press a light kiss on her forehead.

Stepping back, she nods and says, “Okay,” as she closes the door behind her.

I blow out a long breath and drop my eyes down my body to the bulge behind my zipper. I sigh heavily and get down to business. I don’t need to imagine Sarah in her bikini because I have new material to work with now. Those pajamas were something else. My cum fills the condom, and I carefully prop it up in the cup, then clean myself up. Stepping out, I’m disappointed to find Sarah’s covered herself with a wrap thing that women wear.

“Done.” She jumps up from the couch and wraps her arms around me, her soft breasts pressing against my body, thanking me again. I get that she’s grateful, but the constant gratitude is unnecessary. Returning her embrace, I kiss the top of her head. “You’re welcome. How about I stick around to make sure everything goes smoothly this time?”

She takes one step away from me and I’m left feeling bereft. I much prefer to have my arms around her, her scent filling my nose, and her hair tickling my chin. “Okay. Good idea.” She thumbs over her shoulder. “I’ll just grab the condom. Make yourself comfortable on the couch, I’ll see you soon.”

CHAPTER17

–sarah–

AJ’s beenincredible each time he’s come over this past week to donate his semen; twice the first night, after leaving an important meeting and jumping on a plane to get to me. Not gonna lie, he almost broke through my walls, but I remained strong—barely. It’s been much more comfortable doing it in my home than in a hotel, not to mention it’s saved me some money, which I can put toward expenses for when I actually get pregnant and have the baby.

We have the process down to a fine routine now. He comes over, I feed him dinner, we chat a little, he steps into the bathroom and does what he needs to do while I pace, then he leaves so I can do my thing. An hour later, I always get a text from him asking if I’m okay and if everything went well.

If I’m being completely honest, it’s a certain kind of torture. He’s patient and reliable and he’s happy to support me through this process for as long as it takes. I think he would be perfect for me. That we’d be perfect together. I’m not sure when he plans to settle and start a family, but whomever he ends up with will be an extremely lucky woman.

If only that could be me.

Why couldn’t I have met him under different circumstances instead of being some desperate woman who wants to have a baby? Life is so unfair sometimes.

Stop it, Sarah! Geez, I’ve avoided sex with AJ at all costs, and yet my heart is still fighting to be involved. I may as well have sex with him at this point.

No. I wave my arm in the air. Nope. Not going there. I don’t think I would survive.

Now to finish decorating Kenny’s birthday cake for tomorrow. I can’t believe she’s six. I was planning to make her a princess cake, but she insisted on a Black Widow cake. I study the image I saved on my phone and add the blue pin striping carefully, ensuring I keep my hand steady so the lines are straight. I lift the piping bag away once I’ve finished, admiring how it’s coming together when there’s a knock on my door. Glancing at the time on the microwave, I realize I’ve lost track of time. AJ’s here.

Butterflies erupt in my tummy as I call out, “Coming!”

“I will be too,” he immediately returns, making me giggle as I wash my hands.

I answer the door with a smile, shaking my head. “Anyone tell you that you should have been a comedian?”

He laughs as he steps inside, carrying a gift box, and lays a peck on my cheek. Something he started doing every time we meet. His citrus scent wafts around me and I draw in a deep breath. He looks incredible as always with a simple T-shirt showcasing the union jack and cargo shorts. “Not today,” he shoots back. I close the door and follow him further into my apartment. “You’ve been baking.”

“Yeah. Remember I told you it was Kenny’s birthday the other day? We’re having a family party for her tomorrow, and I’m the designated birthday cake maker of the family.”

He wanders into my kitchen, studying the half-decorated cake on the counter. He raises his eyes to me as I stand opposite. “This is amazing. You made this?”

“Yeah. I love making fancy cakes for the kids.”

“Have you got photos of other cakes you’ve made?”

“Yeah, hang on. I’ve got photos on my phone.” I grab my phone and open the folder where I keep photos of the cakes I’ve made over the years.

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