The Baby Contract Page 19

  I felt my eyes begin to tear. My cheeks were burning. My heart was pounding.

  “I ran away because I got scared, Dev,” Ethan continued. “I was scared because what’s happening between us is real, and it’s intense, and it’s everything I’ve been specifically trying to avoid for the last six years. I’ve been terrified of commitment. And you were unexpected. I thought I could handle this like a business deal. I thought that once it was done, you and I could go back to how things were. Now, I see how painfully unrealistic I was being.”

  “Ethan,” I said. “It’s okay. Don’t worry—”

  “I’m not done,” he said, not impolitely. His tone was soft, almost pleading. I knew he needed to get all the words out before he could move on. “It was unrealistic because I had no clue what I was getting myself into with you. You’re an incredible woman, Devon, and you make me happier than I’ve ever been. I find myself smiling on my drive home from the office just because I’m excited to see you. I can’t begin to imagine what life would be like in my home without you.”

  The tears spilled over my cheeks. I didn’t bother to wipe them away. Was this really happening? Was he going to say what I thought he was going to say?

  “Devon Mansfield, I am completely in love with you, and I want to give you the world. Can you forgive me for being a total fool?”

  One sob escaped me before I threw myself forward. The roses fell to the seat beside me as Ethan wrapped his arms around me, and we held each other while the limo pulled away from the curb. I buried my face in his chest and clung to him. He drew me into his lap and put his hand on my belly.

  “I’m so sorry, Devon,” he said softly in my ear before kissing the top of my head. “I’ll never do something like that to you again. I promise.”

  “I forgive you,” I whispered back. Not only that, but I believed him. I believed every single word that came out of his mouth. “And just so you know,” I said, looking up at him, “I love you too.”

  The smile I loved so much surfaced, and Ethan held my face in his hands and kissed me. It was a kiss unlike any we had ever shared. It was raw and sensual, and it felt like I was kissing a part of him I had never felt or seen before. This was a new Ethan, an Ethan who was ready for what we were about to become.

  A family.

  My heart was bigger and fuller than it had ever been. All the grief I had suffered for the past four days was behind me, so far behind me, it had almost been completely erased. I felt free and light, and all at once, I was overcome with the desire to fuck Ethan right there in the back of the limo.

  I broke apart from our kiss. I needed to tell him what I wanted. I needed him to take me in this limo. I wanted his cock inside me. I wanted all of him.

  His eyes followed me as if he was waiting for me to change my mind and tell him I didn’t want him anymore. The fear in his gaze hurt my soul, so I pulled myself to him again and kissed him gently and then more desperately. He returned my kiss with equal vigor.

  Perhaps words were unnecessary.

  I could show him how much I needed him without saying a thing. I began to slowly undo the buttons of his shirt, all the way down his chest, down his stomach, to the hem of the shirt which I had to untuck from his jeans. I kissed him all the while, letting my tongue caress his as I tasted his spearmint mouthwash.

  When his shirt was undone, I pulled it open, exposing his muscular chest and stomach so I could run my fingers over his skin. He flinched at my first touch and then melted into it. I slipped a finger under the waistband of his boxers and ran it along his lower stomach under the band.

  He caught my wrist as I reached to undo his belt. I opened my eyes to find him staring at me. His own stare was bright with need. I wanted him so bad.

  He released my wrist but wouldn’t let me reach for his belt. Instead, he got down on his knees on the floor of the limo and began pulling my pants down. I rested my head back until it was against the window above the seat. I didn’t care that we were in a moving car. I needed him now. The windows were tinted. No one could see in. Eddison never opened a door without knocking first. We were hidden despite driving down one of the busiest streets in New York.

  Once my pants were off, Ethan pushed my knees apart. I didn’t fight him. I settled lower in the seat so that my ass was perched right on the edge of the seat. My pussy was ready for him.

  Ethan gave me a wry grin as he looked up at me. Then he disappeared below the swell of my belly, and before I knew it, his tongue was flicking over my clit. I gasped, gripped the leather seat, and looked up.

  I was looking up out the window at telephone lines whooshing by overhead. The occasional bird speckled the wire as Ethan’s tongue tasted me.

  Then his finger was inside me.

  I moaned softly as his tongue and his finger worked as a perfect pair on my pussy. He pressed upward until his fingers hit my G-spot, and then he worked them in a circular motion inside me, stretching me, pulling me, until it was almost too much to bear. I quivered at his touch as he pushed further inside me.

  Then he sucked my clit into his mouth and held it there. His tongue ran over it only a couple times before I came. I jerked and spasmed uncontrollably as my orgasm broke over me. Ethan never stopped suckling my clit or fucking me with his fingers. The pleasure was exquisite. For a brief moment, I was nothing but sex, and even after it passed, I felt like I was invincible.

  I wanted to make him feel like that.

  I asked him to undress and he tossed his pants aside. Our clothes now sat in a little pile on the seat across from us. I slid down the seat until I was sitting on the floor in the middle of the limo. Then I asked Ethan to straddle me. He planted a knee on either side of my hips and put the condom on the seat behind me.

  His cock hovered right in front of my face.

  He grinned down at me as he realized I was about to suck him off.

  I licked my lips so they were wet and then pressed them to the tip of his dick. He closed his eyes as I took more of him, letting my lips glide down his shaft as I pressed my tongue against him.

  I took him so deep that my nose touched his belly. I was so turned on. My pussy was pulsing. I could feel wetness gathering between my legs. I couldn’t wait until his cock was sliding inside me.

  I pulled his cock out of my throat and played with the tip of his dick with my tongue. I stared up at him until he opened his eyes.

  “Fuck my mouth,” I told him, opening my mouth wide for him and sticking out my tongue.

  I loved that Ethan was the kind of man who would do what I asked him to do. He gathered a fistful of my hair and pulled my mouth down on his cock until his shaft was buried between my lips. I only gagged once before I got it under control. Then he began to fuck my mouth nice and slowly, easing all the way out and then back in again at a pace that was easy for me and apparently wonderful for him.

  “I want to fuck that tight pussy of yours,” Ethan growled, his fingers tightening in my hair as he pulled my head back.

  “Then do it,” I said, stroking his wet cock with my hand.

  He climbed off me and lifted me back up onto the seat. We were confined by the small space of the back of the limo and obstructed by my belly. Ethan had me get on my hands and knees and face the window. He stayed where he was on his knees on the floor.

  When I was comfortable, Ethan ran his fingers up and down my slit.

  “You’re so fucking wet, babe,” he breathed before slipping two fingers inside me.

  “Because I need you,” I whispered.

  Ethan began moving his fingers up and down. I could hear how wet I was. I could feel the slickness of his fingers gliding in and out.

  “Oh my God,” I breathed, arching my back and looking to the ceiling lined with pink lights. “I’m going to come.”

  “Not yet,” he growled, pulling his fingers out and running them down to my clit.

  It felt so good. I pushed back against him, trying to get him to put his cock inside me. I could feel it resting on the bac
k of my thigh. It felt huge.

  His fingers were inside me again. He fucked me hard and didn’t stop until I cried out with pleasure and turned to soup in his hands.

  When I was done, I watched as he shoved his cock in my pussy. He stretched me open, demanding more from me. I gave him everything.

  He took my hair in his fist once more and held me in place. I knew that if I wasn’t pregnant, he would have been rougher with me.

  I looked forward to the day.

  The limo came to a stoplight. Through the tinted window, I could see a car stopped beside us. There was a man driving and a woman in the passenger seat. She was well-dressed with cat-eye sunglasses that were useless at eight in the evening in the middle of winter. The driver had his hand on her thigh. It was inching higher and higher until it slipped beneath her skirt.

  I found myself smiling. This was living.

  Ethan’s cock thrust in and out of me. His thighs slapped against the back of mine. He slapped my ass and pulled my hair tighter in his fist. I cried out in surprise and excitement and rotated my hips on his cock. I heard him groan and knew I was done for.

  I came harder than I ever had. I gasped and bucked wildly as Ethan continued fucking me. He rode me hard until he came too. His hot come filled me up and leaked out over his shaft to drip on the leather seat. I wiped it up with one finger and put it in my mouth. Ethan watched, transfixed, until I inched away from him and his cock came out of my pussy. I held all his come inside me until we got home.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Ethan

  Devon was eight-and-a-half-months pregnant now. She was sitting across from me at a small table in a private booth at an upscale Italian restaurant on fourth. Our booth was dimly lit, but there was enough light for me to spend the evening admiring her.

  She had never looked more radiant.

  His dark hair was thick and shiny, and she had styled it in loose curls that tumbled elegantly around her shoulders. She had pinned back the strands around her face, which was bright and rosy. She was smiling at me. Her lips were shimmering pink, and her eyelids sparkled with gold shadow. Her eyelashes were long and lined, and I couldn’t help thinking that our son was going to have the most beautiful mother in the world.

  And I was sure his friends would point it out to him when they were old enough. I sure would have when I was a teenager. In fact, I did have a couple friends with hot moms, and they hated how much I talked about it.

  Devon was wearing a long, black dress that was tight on her arms and breasts and then flowed out above her baby belly. She looked like a goddess.

  “What?” Devon asked as she reached for her glass of ice water.

  “Nothing,” I said, smiling.

  “You were staring.”

  “I know. I couldn’t help it. You look stunning.”

  “Thank you.” Devon blushed.

  “Seriously. I can’t believe how lucky I am. You’re amazing. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything.”

  Devon smiled softly. “I love you too.”

  “I can’t believe we’re going to be parents in two weeks,” I said, my heart skipping. Every time I talked about the baby, I got nervous. Everything felt like it had happened so fast.

  “I know,” Devon said, reaching for her water again. “It feels like it was yesterday when I saw you at One Billion Fantasies for the first time. Who would have known this was how this whole thing would play out?”

  I shrugged. “Crazier things have happened,” I said, “but nothing this great has ever happened. You and I are meant to be. I can feel it in my bones.”

  “Me too,” Devon said.

  Our food arrived shortly after, and we enjoyed our meals while talking excitedly about the baby’s arrival. We still hadn’t discussed any names for the baby, and we were leaving them off the table until he arrived. So, we talked about everything else, baby showers, feeding time, nap time, play time, preschool, family dinners, potty training, and everything in between.

  “In two weeks we’ll be three,” Devon said, twirling pasta around her fork. “Isn’t that wild? We’ll go to the hospital one day, and then when we come home, we’ll be bringing a brand-new human back with us.”

  “It’s crazy,” I agreed, thinking of meeting my son for the first time. “It’s totally crazy.”

  Devon eyed me across the table as I cut through a piece of chicken. I could feel her eyes on me as I popped it into my mouth. When I met her gaze again, I arched an eyebrow. “Yes?” I asked.

  Devon giggled and covered her cheeks with her hands. “It’s happening again.”

  “Oh, yeah?” I asked teasingly.

  The last couple weeks of Devon’s pregnancy had been some of my favorite. Not because I loved how she looked full term and not because of how excited we were and not because of all the fun preparations we had been doing. It had been the best because of how horny she was and how easy it was to make her come.

  Devon nodded and looked around to make sure no one was in earshot. “I can’t wait to get home. I think we need to ask for the bill right now.”

  “What if I want to make you wait a little bit longer?”

  “No,” Devon whined. “I don’t want to wait. I want to go home, and then I want to fuck. The positions we tried the other night. Can you flag down our waitress?”

  I chuckled to myself as I peered around to catch our server. This was going to be a good night. I could feel it.

  It was only nine o’clock when we made it back to the penthouse. Devon went in ahead of me and rushed to the bathroom to relieve her bladder. This had become a very regular occurrence, and despite me constantly asking if she had to go before we ever got in a car, she always ended up being on the brink of exploding when we arrived at our destination.

  Pregnancy was a complicated thing for me to wrap my head around.

  As she locked herself in the powder room, I went to my bedroom. Devon had been sleeping in my bed with me since the night in the limo where I confessed how much I loved her. It felt right falling asleep beside her and waking up with her body pressed up next to mine. Sometimes, we would lie on our backs for a while, and I would rest one hand on her belly, waiting patiently for the baby to kick.

  I lit candles on my dresser and nightstand. She liked the way she looked in the dim light from the candles, and I was just happy to see her at all. Sex in the dark was fun, don’t get me wrong, but sex with the woman I loved was better when I could see her.

  Devon returned from the washroom and leaned up against the doorframe to my bedroom. She wrapped her hands under her belly as if she was holding the baby as she watched me finish lighting the candles.

  I looked over my shoulder at her. “Mood lighting,” I said.

  She giggled and padded over to the bed. She sat down on the mattress and then eased her way down to her back. Once more, she rested her hands on her tummy. I could see her belly button poking against the fabric of her shirt.

  I lay down beside her and propped my head up on one elbow. I rested my other hand on top of hers on her belly.

  “Hey,” I said softly. She looked up at me. Her eyes were bright even in the dim light from the candles. There was a smile playing on her pink lips, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist kissing her for much longer. “I love you,” I said, before leaning in, cupping her cheek in one hand, and kissing her tenderly.

  She kissed me back eagerly, pressing her cheek into my palm as her hand dove into my hair. In an instant, we were both breathless and hungry for more.

  I helped her out of her pants and then eased her shirt over her head. Her belly was round and full between us. I kissed her stomach and the top of her breasts as I reached behind her back to undo her bra.

  Her breasts were bigger than they used to be and firmer. I took them in my hands and caressed them gently as she worked to undo my pants. She fumbled with the buckle and moaned in irritation.

  I helped her out by undressing myself. She watched as I stepped out of my boxers. My
cock sprang free, hard and ready as ever, and Devon licked her lips.

  “On your knees,” I told her. Devon got to her hands and knees on the edge of the bed, letting her feet dangle off the edge. We had discovered that with her being so far along, a lot of the traditional positions no longer worked. However, doggy was one of her favorites. It let me get deep inside her without her belly getting in the way, and for some reason, she came so quickly when she was bent over.

  I wasn’t complaining. I loved the view standing behind her.

  I was ready as Devon shimmied to the edge of the bed. I ran my fingers over the soles of her bare feet. She giggled and told me to knock it off, so I continued running my fingers over her calves and the back of her thighs until her ass was in my hands. I gave her a firm squeeze before letting one hand wander between her legs where I began gently stroking her.

  She was so wet and swollen. I told her so.

  “I know,” she said huskily, wiggling her ass in the air as if daring me to fuck her. She knew restraint was hard for me, but playing with her pussy was one of my favorite things. I slipped a finger inside her. She moaned. I couldn’t see her face, but I knew her eyes were closed.