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And I sighed again. This was a male speaking, an adult male who was rich, powerful, and influential, and I was none of those things, with none of the confidence.

“But it’s different for me,” I tried again. “I’m a girl.”

He clasped my hand then, square fingers warm around mine, swallowing my small palm in his big grasp.

“No it’s not,” he said roughly, staring into my eyes, that blue gaze meeting mine. “Mandy, you know what you want and I just heard you say it articulately, with warmth and conviction. Yeah, maybe having kids at eighteen isn’t what you were raised to want, but it doesn’t mean you’re wrong. Hell, I wish I had kids younger,” he snorted.

I sat back then, dumbfounded.

“You do?” I asked. “But you’re not old.”

He grinned at me then.

“Love to hear you say that honey,” he said smoothly, “but I’m forty and Violet’s only five. You know how old I’m gonna be when she’s twenty-five? Sixty, baby, I’m gonna be a fucking retiree when my daughter’s a young adult, I’m gonna be living in a fucking retirement home.”

I giggled then. Retirees ate mushy pasta and applesauce, tottering on their walkers with their underwear sticking out of their pants, right? I couldn’t imagine Pete as that, not even close.

“You’ll be fine,” I giggled again. “You’re a long ways from the senior center.”

He sighed then.

“You’re right honey, but I still wish I’d had kids earlier, forty is not young,” he ground out. “But, you can always make up for your mistakes and that’s what we’re doing now,” he said with a hungry look at me, eating me up.

“I know,” I whispered. “Because it feels right to you, doesn’t it? Going bareback? You know, rolling the dice and all?”

He gathered me up in his arms.

“Honey it feels more than right,” he rumbled against my lips, giving me a deep kiss. “It feels fucking perfect and you know that we’re not rolling the dice at all,” he pressed his forehead against mine, seizing my gaze with his own. “It’s gonna happen for sure, you’re gonna get pregnant, it’s just a question of when. You’re a fertile teen girl, honey, I’m an alpha male who’s already proven my virility, I already have a child. It’s gonna happen.”

And the thought of a baby with Pete made my head whirl and my body grow heated.

“Do you promise?” I whispered again. “Do you promise me a baby?”

And he growled deep in his throat.

“Absolutely,” he rumbled, claiming my lips in another deep kiss. “I absolutely promise. And while we’re at it … why don’t we try again?”

I only kissed him deeper, pressing my breasts against his broad chest with need, with want, my pussy already gushing, begging to feel his dick deep inside, begging him to release the promise of life into my warm, wet cavern. Because no, I didn’t know how things were gonna turn out, I wasn’t sure exactly what was ahead for me and Mr. Parker. But during today’s conversation, something had broken free. I’d spoken the words I’d been too afraid to say before, too scared to admit to anyone other than myself.

And once spoken, it’d sounded right. I didn’t want my current life. I didn’t want to put on boring clothes every day and schlep off to work, a corporate drone dragging my feet, hating my job. And you know what? It was okay. Mr. Parker, hearing my admission, didn’t judge me for it, didn’t think I was a loser or ungrateful little girl who took things for granted. What he did was validate me, assure me that what I wanted was most important and not to be brushed off. This was my life after all, and I was the one who had to live it each and every day. So it was okay to forget about college, to crave motherhood, and hell, it wasn’t like we were breaking any laws. I was eighteen, in command of my body and soul, and if I knew anything it was this … I wanted to be with this man, I wanted to explore the future with him, and it was okay. In Mr. Parker’s arms, I felt safe, I felt cared for, and most of all, I felt loved.





CHAPTER ELEVEN


Pete




God, the woman was so good it was like a dream come true. Literally a dream come true. Because I’d tossed and turned last night, thinking about Mandy’s sweet body, that swollen puss, and holy shit, but it was happening now, everything was actually happening.

Because yeah, I’ve been fucking the teen on a regular basis. I made up some bullshit about needing a nanny, and Mandy’s moved into the big house for the rest of winter break to help take care of Violet. We made like she’s an emergency stop-gap, someone to fill in until I can find a permanent nanny. And I guess her parents are okay with it because Mandy’s been working for my family for years, and hey, it wasn’t like she’s here for keeps. There was still college and all that shit, classes would start soon enough.