Baby Daddy(4)

I surprised myself as I steeled my own spine and looked him square in the eyes, my brown meeting his blue. “And what do you propose, Wyatt Preston?” His eyes flared as his name tumbled across my lips and, for the life of me, I couldn’t help but think I would like to watch his eyes when I got naked. I wanted to feel his gaze on my nipples, on my thighs, on my sex. Calm down there, Hormones, I admonished myself internally.

As we continued to just stare at each other, it became pretty clear what he was offering as an alternative to the sperm clinic. Him, I thought. He was offering himself. Of course, he was just offering sex, he had no intentions of actually making a baby. He probably just saw this as his chance to get in my pants. But I had zero luck getting pregnant with Henry - even without birth control. The sperm clinic was probably my only chance of overriding my infertility. But he doesn’t have to know that, said the little devil on my shoulder. He could just think he was being a Good Samaritan and you could go for a little joyride on your Dirty 30.

I cleared my throat and his eyes traveled to the hollow of my neck as I swallowed down a sensual gasp. Oh yes, he’s definitely going to enjoy watching when I take off my clothes. “Tori, I…” Wyatt began, looking furtively around like he was about to share the world’s biggest secret. He shuffled closer to me and brought his hands to my hips, his massive palms rested over the shifting fabric of my favorite purple blouse. I felt flames lick down my hip bones, the curve of my ass, and all the way down to my “Someone please fuck me” pumps.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw you,” he blurted out and I nearly went weak in the knees as my sex pulsed in response. Holy shit, that might be the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I kept blinking, swallowed furiously, and tried to collect myself.

“And it’s your birthday. So I’d love to give you a little present. Well, not little. I want to give you one night of the hottest sex you’ve ever had. That’s it. That’s my gift to you.” I felt the grin spread across my face as the words came out of his perfect, lush lips and I was nodding before I could think too much.

“That sounds like the best birthday gift ever,” I responded and was rewarded with his thousand-watt, pearly white grin. We smiled at each other like two stupid kids, which it kind of felt like we were.

Wyatt stopped grinning abruptly, though, and looked at me with a gravity that I didn’t anticipate on the heels of that smile. “There’s just one little thing,” he said, and I felt my stomach drop to my feet. He changed his mind. He still wants to use a condom. He likes to dress up in women’s clothing and get spanked… something. He seemed to detect the path my thoughts were going down and put his hands on my shoulders, kneading the muscles there gently.

“Hey, hey, I was trying to be funny, not to freak you out. The only bad news we have tonight is that we have to find a way to escape this room full of our coworkers so you can… you know… open your birthday present,” he smirked sexily down at me. I relaxed perceptibly and began to stealthily peek around the room myself.

“There’s an exit door over there behind that massive palm tree,” I whispered to him as we stood shoulder-to-shoulder. We looked like nothing more than a couple of coworkers discussing the weather, even though we were actually plotting our hot sexscapade.

“One of us should go to the restroom, one of us should sneak out. If we’re seen leaving together, that will raise some eyebrows. Especially if we’re gone for a while,” Wyatt turned to breath that last part into my ear and I felt chills go all the way down my spine. This really is going to be the best sex of my life.

“I’ll go ‘powder my nose’ in the upstairs bathroom. Meet me there - it’s on the north wing and it’s behind a bunch of fake trees so maybe people will overlook it if they need to use the restroom, too,” I told him as he chuckled at me. I felt an odd sense of kinship with Why-Not-Wyatt. Clearly, we both enjoyed plotting a good getaway.

I gripped his masculine hand for a second, stroking my way down his thumb as I moved away. He had calluses on his hands, which was odd for a Finance guy, but God was it hot. I felt his hand tense as I got to the pad of his thumb and pinched it just a bit - a taste of things to come, I thought. I looked up at him through my lashes, thankful I wore my hair down to hide the blush. We looked at each other and I was thankful no one was near us - you could cut the tension with a knife.

Taking a step forward, I glanced around the room and saw that everyone was fairly engaged in their own conversations. Closing in on the massive doors that led to the foyer, I only had eyes for the staircase ahead. When one of my older coworkers, Frank, cut into my line of sight, I groaned audibly. Get out of my way, Frank, I don’t have time for you!