Page 25 of Baby Daddy Protector

My smile fell slightly at that. No. He wouldn’t, would he? Since this was nothing more than a job for him. A means to an end. Though I’d swear he’d looked just as dazzled as I’d felt about seeing our bean-sized baby for the first time today.

Rather than eavesdrop on the conversation, however, I was more interested in the sexy hunk of man-flesh laid out before me on the workbench. His bare torso was roped with muscles, toned and tanned and gleaming with sweat beneath the overhead recessed lighting. The sprinkling of hair on his pecs trailed downward to disappear beneath the waistband of his blue basketball shorts. His legs, long and firm and sprinkled with the same dark golden hair, were braced on either side of the bench, his bare feet planted firmly on the hardwood floor, his powerful thighs spread slightly to accommodate his position. My brain short-circuited with lust as my hormones went haywire once more. All I could seem to think about now was continuing down the stairs, stripping as I went until I was completely naked, then kneeling between his legs on that bench, lowering those shorts, then taking him into my mouth, pleasuring him with my lips and tongue until he was rock hard, then riding him like a bull until we both reached mind-blowing orgasms.

The fact that his friend might witness it all didn’t deter my pregnancy-fueled libido. In fact, the thought of being watched added an illicit thrill to the adrenaline and need already pumping through my bloodstream. Before I could move, though, Z was up and over at the computer, saying goodbye to his friend before shutting the laptop. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his neck before cracking open a bottle of water and downing half the contents in one long gulp.

I watched the muscles of his throat work as he swallowed, the tips of his blond hair dark with sweat, and wished I could walk over there and lick his skin, tasting the salt there.

Quietly as I could, I stood and made my way slowly to the bottom of the stairs. If I’d been my normal self, I would’ve returned upstairs and forgotten all about this crazy seduction plan, but as it was, the hormones had gotten the better of me. That’s the excuse I was going with anyway.

One of the floorboards creaked under my feet, and Z spun fast to look at me. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, his warm blue gaze trailing over me from head to toe. I felt that glance like a physical touch, driving my already-powerful desire over the edge.

He barely had a chance to set his water aside before I was on him, tackling him back against the bar, my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, literally jumping him.

At first, Z seemed too stunned to respond to my kisses, but then he relaxed into them, his tongue parting my lips to slip inside. His mouth tasted cool from the water and slightly salty from his sweat. I couldn’t get enough. He tangled his fingers in my hair, holding me closer as he deepened the kiss.

Finally, he pulled away, his hands cupping my rear and his breath panting. “Hey, princess. Es.” I tried to kiss him again, not wanting to think, only wanting to feel, but he pulled away, resting his forehead against mine. “Hey, hang on. Is everything okay? You never come down here.”

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, taking comfort in the scent of citrus and sweat and warm male. The last thing I wanted to do was rehash all of our problems tonight. I knew all too well what we were up against outside the sheltered walls of this townhouse. What I wanted instead was just to feel good, to feel desired, to feel anything but the fear and sorrow of knowing my father would soon be gone and I’d be left alone to deal with the aftermath.

“Please,” I said, holding Z tighter. My guardian against the world. “Please just hold me. I want you to make love to me, Z. Not because we’re making a baby, but just because you’re so good at it and I need to feel good right now. Please?”

His gaze narrowed, and he watched me for a few moments. Then a telltale bulge lengthened and hardened against my lower abdomen, and my feminine instincts went wild. Oh, yeah. He wanted me all right. As much as I wanted him, by the feel of things. And tonight, I’d have him, for no other reason than I wanted him, so much I could barely see straight.

“Please?” I begged again, this time pressing my body closer to his.

His eyes warmed, then he cursed under his breath, apparently losing some battle with himself. Next thing I knew, I was on the floor, my back pressed to the thick mat at the center of the room with Z kneeling over me.

“Are you sure, princess?” Concern warred with lust in his expression. “With the baby—”

“The doctor said it was fine, especially this early on. We just have to be careful. Nothing too rough.” I snagged my fingers in the waistband of his shorts and tugged downward until the tip of his hard cock popped out. A pearl of moisture glistened at the tip, and I licked my lips, longing to taste him. I’d never been adventurous in the bedroom before, but Z brought out a whole new vixen side to me. I drew the pad of my thumb across the velvety head of his cock, catching the liquid there, then bringing it to my lips. Salty and slightly bitter, but not unpleasant at all.

Z watched my actions through half-lidded eyes, crimson dotting his high cheekbones. He cursed low again then quickly shucked off his shorts and my tracksuit, revealing my lacy bra and panties beneath. Soon, I’d be too big to wear these sexy things, so I figured I might as well take advantage while I could. Given the naked need on Z’s face, my choice had been a wise one.

Once he had me naked, too, he stretched out beside me and cupped one breast. “You are so beautiful, Es. So soft and pretty and infinitely lickable.”

As if to prove his point, he bent and took my taut nipple into his mouth, sucking and nuzzling me until I was writhing beneath him. His kisses continued down my middle until he reached the apex of my thighs. Then Z positioned me like he wanted before lying down between my legs and tracing his tongue up the center of my slick folds. I gasped, clutching my fingers in his hair and losing myself in the wonderful sensations this man created within me. This was more than sex, more than just some deal. This was every bit as real and touching for me as if we were really dating even if deep in my heart I knew that wasn’t true.

Still, with all the tension elsewhere in my life, this outlet was heavenly. Necessary, even. After all, it wouldn’t do to get overly stressed and risk hurting the baby, right?

Working my body gently, Z inserted first one, then two fingers inside my slick channel while he circled his tongue around my sensitive clit. The need within me ratcheted higher and higher until I teetered on the pinnacle of passion. “Yes!” I cried out, holding him tighter to me. “Yes, please. Make me come, Z. Please make me come.”

He grinned, humming against my sensitive flesh as he inserted a third finger. The added fullness did it. My world exploded into a billion shards of pure feelings, all stress and tension ebbing away on wave after wave of sensation. Afterward, Z slowly kissed his way up my body to my lips.

Z moved over me, the broad tip of his cock brushing my wet entrance. He entered me in one, smooth thrust, pausing hilt-deep inside me to let me adjust before beginning a slow, steady rhythm that soon had us both near the brink of ecstasy.

“You feel so amazing, princess,” he whispered against my ear, making me arch and shudder against him. “I was afraid once we made the baby, this might all stop.”

I smiled, glad to hear the reluctance in his tone. “No way. This connection between us is one of the best parts of our whole deal. Besides, we’ll be hitched until after the baby’s born. Might as well take advantage of those benefits while we can.”

Hesitating slightly, Z smiled down at me then changed his angle of penetration slightly, hitting a bundle of nerves inside me that sent ripples of pleasure through my whole body. “I couldn’t agree more.”

I inhaled sharply and bit my lip. My clit rubbed against him on each thrust and if he kept going the way he was, I wouldn’t last at all. “Z, I— I—”

“Yes, princess,” he coaxed, trailing kisses across my cheeks, my forehead, my lips. “That’s it. Let go for me, Es. Let go.”

I did, bucking hard beneath him as my second orgasm crashed over me. Z growled as my body milked him, thrusting harder, faster into me, before coming hard himself, his muscles quivering with his release.

As the pleasure subsided, he stretched out beside me once more, then spooned me back against him, dropping a kiss on my shoulder. “That was nice.”

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