12 Inches (A Secret Baby Dark Romance)(38)

But I'm in her life now. We're going to come back.

That’s literally all that I’m thinking about right now as Abby slowly writhes her firm backside against mine. Even as I grab her and pull her close to me I think back to that day on the couch as I watched her eat Chinese food.

Fuck, I think I’m falling in love with this woman.

I know what you’re thinking. Get the fuck out, right? Aidan Stone doesn’t fall in love. I mean, remember how this whole process even started? I was caught fucking Alyssa’s sister. Backstage. At an awards dinner she was presenting at.

But still, I need to tell her something. Sure, my cock is nestled in between her ass cheeks right now. I can tell we’re going to fuck in a few moments. But she needs to know how I feel about her.

“Abby…” I start. But she interrupts me.

“Oh my God, Aidan,” she says out loud.

Fuck. Is Cheryl still on the line? This close to her fucking gorgeous body and I can’t really think much now.

“Babe,” I say to Abby, pulling her close. “I need to tell you someth—” I try again and once more, Abby has a different idea.

“Aidan!” she yells. “Look!”

And that’s when I turn away for a brief moment to look at Abby’s phone. She’s got the Rainforest bookstore open on her phone and she’s showing me the landing page for Big Dick. I’m looking at the ranking.

#98.

Holy fucking shit.

We did it.

We broke into the Rainforest Top 100.

“Congratulations, you two!” Cheryl’s voice comes out of the speakerphone, startling me. “I just saw this right now and I had to send it to Abby. Your book is a hit. The readers love it!”

Well, how about that.

“Aidan, I’ll reach out to CJ but I’m sure that with a Top 100 book, you’re royalty check from her will be extra large this month,” Cheryl says into the phone. “And I’m sure a lot more doors will open for you, love.”

“He’s always extra-large, Cheryl,” Abby says out loud toward the phone and I think to myself that it’s a good thing that Cheryl is just on speaker and not on a video call or something. “I can promise you that.”#p#分页标题#e#

“Okay, I think I’m going to be leaving you two alone now,” Cheryl says into the phone. “I don’t want to know what Aidan is doing there so early in the morning and no, please don’t tell me,” she says.

I stretch out on my back, one hand still holding onto Abby, as I think about the doors that we’ve just opened together.

Rainforest Top 100. That shit is the real deal. You don’t get there by being mediocre. From here on out, it’s all about publicity.

Sure, when you've got a big publishing house behind you, once you hit Rainforest Top 100 they start throwing the ad dollars in to keep you relevant.

But Abby doesn’t have a big publishing house behind her anymore. She’s got just herself. And me.

So we’re gonna have to do the best we can on our own to stay up in the Top 100 Books being sold on the Rainforest store.

“Hey, Mister,” Abby says, turning over and getting on her elbows to put her head on my chest. “You were doing something while I was talking to Cheryl and now you’ve stopped!”

I look at her face. It’s fucking cute as a button. She’s looking at me with wide eyes.

“What was that now?” I ask her, my mouth curling in a smile.

She scrunches her face and lifts her body. I watch her perfect fucking tits as they dangle in front of my face as she gets on top of me.

“Looks like I’ll have to show you what you were getting ready to do there,” she says with fake annoyance. “Figures. Just like the book, you’re going to make me do all the work and be first in line when the rewards come.”

I bring my hands over to grab her ass as she straddles me. God, she’s fucking gorgeous.

“Well, there’s one thing you know for sure,” I tell her and she looks at me curiously.

“You’re gonna fucking cum, for sure.”

Abby smiles at me and I smile back. That’s the last thing I remember before she brings her body down and her mouth mashes against mine for a wet and sloppy kiss. After that moment, I’m in paradise.

With this girl, it seems like the only place to be.





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Aidan





"I don't think so," I say, running on the treadmill. I up the speed of the machine, trying hard to beat my personal best pace.

I can't help it. I'm a competitive person.

I can feel sweat trickling down the ridges of my chest, as I focus on the rhythmic falling of my feet. Why does CJ always want to have these talks during my workout sessions? Can't I ever fucking workout in peace anymore?