Making His Baby(156)

Those words spur me on, making my movements frenzied and desperate. I need to come inside of her and mark her as mine as I always do.

“I want another baby,” I blurt spontaneously.

My wife’s movements slow but she doesn’t stop moving, not daring to suspend our lovemaking.

“What did you say?”

“A baby,” I breathe harshly. “I want you pregnant with another one of my kids.”

Her eyes darken at my clarification and out of nowhere, Olivia’s thighs begin trembling as she surrenders to her orgasm. I watch pleasure consume her and the ecstasy on her face pushes me over the edge in conjunction with the spasms tightening her pussy around my dick in a vice grip.

I come hard, grunting into her mouth as she leans down to kiss me. Fingertips digging into the flesh of her thighs, I continue shooting my seed inside of her until there’s nothing left to give.

Spent, I fall back against the cushion of the seat and pull her with me.

“I love you,” she sighs and the words tumble out of her mouth as easily as the breath filling her lungs.

“Does that mean the answer is yes?” I ask dropping a lazy kiss against her nose as our foreheads meet.

Still heaving, Olivia simply nods, moving both of our heads with the action.

“I can’t say no to you,” she confesses. “Especially not when making babies is so fun with you.”





Arrogant Chef



You come to work in my restuarant and I’ll fuck you.

Hard againt the freezer, hot against the ovens.

Bent over the tables.

Until Maddie shows up.

The naïve virgin had never even been out of her small town before.

She’s almost too sweet to be a pastry chef.

Suddenly I can’t get her heart-shaped ass out of my head.

All I can think about is punching her V-card.

But my business partner laid down the law -- no more screwing the staff or I’ll lose my restaurant.

Unless we can keep it a secret…



*** A steamy STANDALONE contemporary romance with a smoking hot hero. No cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.***





Chapter 1





MADDIE





“You don’t have to do this, ya know.” My best friend for the past four years seems to have a soft side after all.

“I know I don’t have to, but why would I not? I mean, yes, it is a huge city. How bad can it be?”

“New York? Are you kidding, Maddie? You have never lived anywhere that didn’t consist of a pasture full of animals at least a few miles from you.”

“I lived here for four years. That has to account for something.”

“This is college. A dorm room doesn’t count.”

“Ali,” I say, taking her hands in mine. “I’ll be fine. I promise. It will just take some getting used to. That’s all. It can’t be that much different. Instead of a pasture full of cows, I’ll be dealing with a parking lot full of cars.”

“Yeah, but the cows here don’t try to run you down.”

“You’re being melodramatic.”

“Only because I care about you. Promise me that you’ll call me when you get there?”

“Of course, I will.” I wrap my arms around her and hug her tightly, almost not wanting to let go. I have to admit, the security of Ali and this small dorm room held onto me. I’m nervous but I am good at hiding it. When we finally let go, I force a smile and before the stinging of tears fill my eyes I am turning away from her, picking up the last of my bags and jetting out the door to a new chapter in my life.

With my culinary arts degree still crisp in my portfolio, I board the plane bound for the Big Apple. As the flight attendant goes over the take-off procedures, I look out the window to the gates and wonder if I am doing the right thing. Maybe it is a mistake moving to the city that never sleeps, when I have never slept with anyone to begin with.

“Stop second guessing yourself, Maddie,” I tell myself. “You can do this.” I close my eyes and clutch my bag as the plane begins to move forward.



***



The city traffic is insane, and the taxi driver weaves in and out of the lanes, coming dangerously close to other taxis and bicyclists. I learn quickly to keep my eyes in my lap and trust that nothing will come into contact with the bright yellow taxi before it pulls up to my new apartment.

“Forty-two ninety,” the driver says as the cab comes to a jolting stop.

I look up for the first time and notice buildings with the occasional tree planted under cement. No grass, no open spaces and definitely no farm animals.

“Um, is this the Seaman Apartment Complex?”

“Yes,” he says abruptly. “Forty-two ninety.”

I dig through my purse and pull out fifty dollars. Once he has it safely in his grasp and has handed me my change, he quickly gets out and pulls my bags from the trunk.