23. Loren
23
LOREN
W arning bells didn’t ring. No red flags popped up to warn me. As I kissed Matt, moaning at the pressure of his hot lips over mine, I fell back.
He caught me easily, trapping me against his hot chest. I’d gotten his shirt off, but he almost tripped with his pants and boxers sliding down to hang at his knees.
It was all happening so fast. One minute, I was mad at him. The next, I was floating high on a cloud of knowing I had him with me again. One minute, I was hurt that he walked away at all, and the next, I was chastising myself for being too rash to judge him for needing a moment with my news of a pregnancy.
We were back and forth with so many emotions, but that wasn’t a sign of trouble.
He had come back. And I knew, deep down, that he always would.
Words ceased to matter as he walked me through this place and into his room. I knew, vaguely, that this had to be his home, but I was too impatient to reunite with him to look around. He was all I wanted to focus on. His hands stroking over me as he shoved my panties and skirt off my legs. His mouth stubborn against mine as his tongue entered to slide and play with mine. And all those hard muscles, slippery from the rain, as he bumped into me and coaxed me into what seemed to be his bedroom.
Wrapped up in his arms, I fell to the bed with him. He didn’t let me take the brunt of the fall, and as I got my balance, I leaned up on top of him, excited that I was straddling him.
His long cock stood up to attention, beckoning me closer.
He’d gotten me off in the conference room the other day, but I’d been deprived of paying him back and having a chance to enjoy him the same way he’d enjoyed me.
When I sat on that table, I dreamed about crawling to my knees and sucking him off as he sat in that chair.
But this will do too.
I scooted back, licking my lips as he sat up to rest his weight on his hands behind his back, propped on the bed.
“I’ve been thinking about this since last week,” I admitted just before I lowered my mouth to his cockhead. Beads of moisture glistened there, and I eagerly touched my tongue to the smooth surface to lap them up.
He groaned, the muscles in his thighs tensing as I covered his velvety head with my lips. Then I sank lower, once, before he cursed and pulled me off.
“No. I want to come in you,” he ordered. He switched our positions, pressing me back onto the soft mattress as he hovered over me. Between hot kisses, we gasped for air and ground against each other. As I parted my legs, he reached lower to spread my folds with his fingers. I bucked at the touch of his thumb against my clit. Desire swamped me, burning hot in my veins as he quickly smeared my wetness from my entrance.
“I want that too,” I replied belatedly, framing his face to kiss him soundly. Keeping my legs wide apart, I gave him access to play with me. Just before I could come, the teasing edges of my orgasm within reach, he leaned back to line up his cock. With one push, he slid in. The burn of the stretch had me hissing in pleasure. Then he shoved himself all the way in, tormenting me with that one-of-a-kind fullness that had me crying out.
“Matt!” I dug my fingers into his back. I anchored myself at the feeling of his thick, bare cock in me. Back and forth, he pummeled my pussy. I held on tight, swallowing down the growls he gave me, moaning right back into his mouth as we hurtled toward our relief.
“I love you,” he got out between clenched teeth. Tendons tensed in his neck with how hard he strained to hold on. He fought not to come, waiting for me to do so first.
And when I did, it was on a refrain of that one word, so sudden, but no less true, that would bind us together.
Love. Love. Love.
I splintered apart, crying out and not worried about who could hear. I wanted him to hear it all. My cries and gasps, my moans and whimpers. Words weren’t possible. I could barely think straight as my wall milked him and euphoria spread through my every nerve.
He wasn’t much better, reduced to showing me how he felt about me with grunts and a lower, deeper growl as he slammed into me one final time. His hips punched up at mine, and keeping me clutched in his grip, he waited for his dick to stop jerking and twitching as he flooded me with his hot cum.
“Fuck. Loren.” He dropped, catching his breath and rolling so he didn’t crush me.
I kissed him, holding on as he moved me on top of him. Draped over him, I lay there content and whole, stuffed with him and carrying his baby. We were together, a unit. A family. And my heart could burst with all the joy I had been seeking all my life.
I found my place. I had my purpose.
With him. Like this.
I grew sleepier under the warm hardness of his body. Every rise and fall of his chest moved me, and as I listened to the beat of his heart and felt the soft, gentle caresses of his hands on my back, I realized I’d never been happier.
“You are not leaving this time.” He leaned his head up to peer at me.
I shook my head, sighing as I nestled back down to lay my cheek on his chest. “I’m staying for good, Matt.”
He chuckled once, grinning. “That sounds about right. Because I’m keeping you for good. Both of you.”
I smiled, finally having a direct response to the news that we’d have a baby.
He wanted to be present and welcome our child, and as I drifted off to sleep, I knew life couldn’t get better than this.
In love. Expecting a baby. And knowing I’d chosen to make this happen.
In the morning, he woke me up with the scent of coffee. I was tired, not only from this pregnancy, but also from his midnight wake-up call for another round of hot sex. We’d moved it to the shower, and after coming again and being washed up in the shower, I was too tired to try to stay awake.
Now, I gave in to the need to get up. We had to get to work, for one thing.
It seemed that he had other ideas. After setting a cup of coffee on a nightstand for me, he got back into bed and cuddled me close. Flush against his naked body, I felt secure and so enveloped in love that I never wanted to leave.
“I’m sorry I walked away like that,” he admitted softly.
“To get coffee?” I teased.
“No. Yesterday.” He breathed in deeply, almost seeming to sniff my hair as he spooned me. “I wanted to react and let the news really hit me without the pressure of being at the office, and I really did lose track of time. John called me, frantic that I was missing the Gammon meeting.”
I smiled. “Yeah, that threw us for a loop. But I think we did it all right. Maybe you could plan on making it up to the guys, though.”
He nodded. “Oh, I will. But after I thought about it, I see how you would’ve been mad. I wasn’t walking away from you.” He lowered his hand over my hip until it rested on my still-flat stomach. “Or this one.”
“You’re really okay with this?”
“No.”
I tensed up.
“I’m more than okay with starting a family with you.”
I smiled, rolling over to kiss him.
“Since that night in the conference room, I’ve been stuck with wanting so much more with you. I’ve been fantasizing about having it all with you. That one night wasn’t enough for me. It never would be.”
“But you were so hostile on my first day. And all those weeks we worked together.”
“So were you,” he accused lightly.
I nodded, owning up to my general loathing for the jerk of a boss I wasn’t supposed to love. “It shocked me, seeing that my one-night stand was my boss.”
“And it shocked me, seeing that the sexy fling I couldn’t stop thinking about was the new brilliant mind to join my team.”
For the next half hour, we shared how we’d been thrust into an awkward situation. We'd both erred in trying to resist each other. We both owned up to knowing how wrong it was to act on our desire in the conference room even when it felt so right to give in to each other. And we both acknowledged that we were far from done.
“I want a long commitment with you,” he said honestly. “I planned to talk to you about it after the Gammon meeting. You were so aloof and cool toward me since I made you come on the conference table, and I worried that you were having second thoughts about me.”
I shook my head, yawning as he got up and started to dress. “No. No second thoughts. I was embarrassed that Tom walked in, but I refused to regret being with you. But I was nauseous to the point that I wondered if I could be pregnant, and then…” I rolled my hand. “Then I was stuck wondering how to tell you, if you’d be happy…”
He smiled as he leaned down to kiss me soundly. “Very happy. It’s all fast and new, but I’m excited for everything we can do together. That we will do together.”
Before the kiss could get any more heated, he stood straight and sighed.
“I’m going to go in and talk with my grandmother,” he said. “You sleep in?—”
“But my boss?—”
“Demands it.” He winked. “Let me smooth the rough edges of this situation. We shouldn’t carry on like we’re some big, bad secret. I’ll tell her that we’re together, and we’ll do this the right way, because I am not giving you or our baby up.”
I sank back into the plush bed, sighing with my heart full as I wondered if we could really pull this off, work together and start a lasting relationship past a single, spontaneous night of passion.