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“Sorry, I was caught up by the moment. I said,” he starts, as he traces my cheek with his thumb, “you're such a beauty. I thought that when we met, even when you were angry at me for walking through your restaurant with cases of wine.”

I roll my eyes at the memory while he steals a quick, sweet kiss, stopping my response. I'm surprised at the stealth move, but more amazed when he adjusts his arms to gather me in, holding me tight to make me comfortable, even though I know he wants more.

“I wasn't angry at you,” I breathe, sinking into the strength of his arms, “I was pissed at the world over the breakup, the restaurant, the general shitiness of my life... You, my big, handsome friend, and your boneheaded actions were a distraction. I was a mean chef because you were an easy target for my frustrations. I felt awful after you left because it was stupid and not me.”

“I know you didn't mean it; your body was pissed, never your eyes.”

“I don't believe you. I had you cowed.”

“You had me awestruck, lass. Being with you was pure barry, even if you were scolding me like a schoolboy. I wanted to see you again, but after seeing the PollenNation site on your computer, I thought you were married.”

I nestle my head on his shoulder, breathing in his warm scent. It reminds me of dinners in his apartment after a grueling day at the restaurant. He always made me feel cherished, cared for, even with my notions of co-parenting. I can't help it, I've been creeping towards this for a long time, I'm falling for him. I'm so screwed. How the hell do I reverse what I've already set in motion?

I look up to say something and get the surprise of his lips. The kiss is consuming, distracting, and he’s right… it’s pure barry that it's caught me off guard that my body is responding to him hard. His tongue probes and all I can think about is his big cock ready for fucking. My hands flow around his neck, pulling him to me, enjoying the taste of his lips, the feel of him, his sperm already inside of me; maybe I'm already his and he's claiming me.

Geordie is whirling me into a frenzy, taking his kiss deeper, and I'm gasping into his mouth trying to catch my breath when he moves his bulk on top of me, pinning me to the mattress, grinding me, a hand slipping to my breast, teasing my nipple into a hard pebble. “You've got to come for me hard, lass; there's no way I'll take less.”

I'm doing my part, grinding back, wild to have him inside me. My hand drops and my fingers curl around his cock, jerking his big dick; he sucks in a breath. I guide it to my aching pussy, rubbing the tip to my entrance. “I want you inside,” I breathe, fondling his member. He places his hand over mine, easing it away. Geordie's lips brush my ear, his hot breath another sensation. “No lass, we do this my way.”

“Noooo.” I tantrum like a child denied her favorite teddy, but he slides off, and I lose possession of his cock. I snatch at what I want again, his hand catching my wrist. “Behave yourself. I said no.” He places my hand at my side, with a silent warning that it needs to stay there. I bite my lip, wanting him to satisfy my need before I go mad and do the job myself.

He shakes his head, then moves forward to brush my lips with a brief kiss. I don't respond to that weak consolation prize; it's like sprinkling droplets on a furnace. He shrugs, then a deviant glint sparks in his eyes as the strong fingers of his big hand knead my breast and my gaze locks with his, him daring me to succumb. Despite my hating him right now, I'm enjoying the sensation of his fingers.

My betraying breaths come in tiny gasps as he controls me. I'm about to break the rule not to grab him when he moves his hand to my stomach. He strokes my belly with gentle massage with a distracted grin as he watches his hand. The touch is barely a whisper, as if he doesn't want to disturb the wild race below the surface. It moves me again, that he's going to be the daddy of my child, and I soften toward him.

When he moves again, I open my legs without reservation, his hands at my inner thighs. He’s applying soft pressure to my trembling legs to open wider. Geordie moves between them and he breathes me in as he lowers his face into my pussy. An “Oh, God,” escapes my lips. I thought he was only planning a little finger action, but this is beyond my expectations.

His tongue darts inside my folds, like touches of pleasure. His beard tickles as his tongue works slowly.

When his lips suck my clit, I moan, clutching the sheets, moving my hips to get his mouth where I’ll get the maximum pleasure.

My breath quickens as he sucks harder. He’s taking me higher, faster than I thought possible. I try to adjust away to slow down the sensation, wanting this to last, but he holds me in place, determined to get my release. I can’t protest, he might stop and leave me to my vibrator, which would be a poor second after his touch.

My fingers twist in his damp auburn locks as I lose myself in the sensation from his mouth and tongue playing in my folds. It’s a short enjoyment when I come hard as he promised.

Geordie’s hands fall away from my thighs and he rests between my legs for only a few breaths. When he lifts his head, there’s a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. I lightly graze his cheek before he pulls away and rolls off the bed. He scoops up his shorts in a quick motion and then I see his cock still erect. I stretch out a hand to him. “Let me help you release… it's the least I can do for you.”

He gives me a tight frown, as if I’ve insulted him and bunches the small garment into a tight ball. “We agreed no sex, although what we did was stretching the limit,” clinching his jaw as tight as his shorts. “Now that I know what part you want me to play in the conception, we'll make a better plan for next time. I hope we get the result we both want.”

I prop to my elbows, but there's no more to his clipped speech. He takes a few steps back, turns, and walks through the door, shutting it with a final click.

I push my fingers into my matted hair. I must look like a sexed-up mess. I glance back at the door. There's no chance of Geordie returning unless I call him back, and I won't do that. “Fuck, I didn't even get an after-cuddle.” I fall back onto the bed, adjust my hips onto the pillow, and wait my thirty minutes.

Chapter thirty-six

Rumbledethumps

Geordie

LilyisgonewhenI come into the kitchen the next morning. In the middle of the counter, there's a large box tied with navy ribbon and an envelope propped against it. I push a finger under the flap and pull out the plain white card.Geordie,Thank you for last night. It’s written in Lily's illegible handwriting, I don't know why she bothers writing anything. Her messages are almost indecipherable.The kindness you showed me last night was boundless. I had this assortment of biscuits baked for you when we agreed on a date to meet for our first encounter. Yours, Lily.

Encounter? It sounds like a high-level meeting with aliens. I slide the ribbon off and I'm struck with the scent of Scotland. Well, at least the bake shops. I bite down on a brown parlie. The sweet, peppery taste of ginger heats my mouth. I don't understand how this woman can be so thoughtful one minute and infuriating the next.

I find my way into Lily's room. The scent from her bath tickles my nose; it's as if she's in the next room. I lean on the doorjamb, taking stock of the bedroom. She's not the neatest person I've met, although she keeps the kitchen clean and well-organized when she's here.

The bed is unmade and the robe she wore briefly last night is still on the floor. I pull the white sheets and coverlet from the bed for the service to pick up and launder. Lily won't be back here until next month when she's selected one of the three days she's ovulating for us to try again. I'll have the bedding washed the day before she comes, but I always have her room ready if she wants to stay here any other time.

I place spilled books back on the stool and drag it back to its place near the bed with a need to restore the room back to its original state. At moments last night there were surprises and sweet banter, and the battle for her orgasm was crazy. I must remember that the end goal is to get her with child, not to bed her, although last night she seemed to throw the no-sex rule out of the window. That was an interesting peek into her psyche, that if she's aroused enough, she loses reason. Even I lost perspective, thinking she changed her mind about sex when she dropped her robe. Standing there naked without a whit of modesty, it blew away the notion she'd be buttoned-down in the bedroom. Obviously, she has more layers than I realized. I'll need to remember that for the next insemination: I need to keep my heart and dick out of Lily's reach.

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