31. Chapter 30
Chapter 30
R amiro was the one who remembered Summer’s twelve-week doctor appointment, not her. The baby was the size of a plum, or so he said.
The doctor offered a chance for them to see it again. Why did that idea make Summer so nervous?
“Some insurances don’t cover another ultrasound so soon, though, since you did one a few weeks ago. If—”
“It’s no problem. I’ll pay for it,” Ramiro interrupted. His eyes remained on Summer. “You want to see your little girl again, don’t you? Hear the heartbeat?”
Summer did want that, but she also didn’t.
“Do you want to know the gender?” the doctor asked. “It’ll be hard to tell from the ultrasound, but since you opted into the blood work, the gender is included in the report when it’s returned. You can know for certain whether the baby is a girl like you’re hoping. ”
Summer flushed.
Ramiro’s gaze was still fixed on Summer. “What do you want?”
“I’d like to know if it’s a girl.” That part was easy to decide, but hearing the heartbeat had made what was inside of her more real last time. The image had been mostly a blob, though. Would it still look the same? Or would it have started to look like a person?
“We don’t have to see the baby again,” she murmured to him.
Ramiro hummed in his throat as he continued to study her. “We’ll do it,” he decided, taking the choice away from her.
Excited bubbles exploded inside of her stomach, and she pressed her hand over it, as if she could hold them all in.
Ramiro’s hand rested on top of hers. He seemed to listen to what the doctor was saying, but Summer couldn’t concentrate. She just continued to stare down at where their hands touched over the baby.
Her stomach still didn’t have a bump. That had worried Summer, but the nurse and the doctor said that was normal. She hadn’t done anything wrong yet.
She still couldn’t quite relax. The blood test they’d talked about checked for abnormalities, but she hadn’t even considered there could be any before, so her mind continued to spin over the idea of it.
Would adoption work if the baby was abnormal? There was no guarantee of love in anyone’s life, but wouldn’t it be even worse if something was wrong with her daughter ?
No, the baby wasn’t hers. She kept reminding herself of that, but the baby was starting to feel like hers.
Ramiro kissed her forehead, and her breath shuddered.
“What are you thinking?”
She shook her head, but his hand squeezed over hers, and the words spilled out. “What if something’s wrong with her?”
“That’s worst-case scenario, but even if it happened, we’ll handle it together. I promise.”
Summer stared at Ramiro. He’d called the baby his. She couldn’t let herself think about them as a family. That was wrong. Ramiro couldn’t really want the baby. Summer still couldn’t believe he wanted her, no matter how many times in the past week he’d shown her he did.
Having her belly bare and gelled up felt vulnerable again, but then that rapid heartbeat returned, thrumming inside of her, wriggling under her rib cage and sinking deep into her heart.
“Look at that,” Ramiro breathed in awe, squeezing her hand. “She looks more like a little person this time.”
She did. There was a head and a nose and a curled-up rounded body.
Afterward, the printout they handed her felt like it burned her fingers.
She shouldn’t want to keep her daughter. She couldn’t be that selfish.
I t’d been more than a week, but Ramiro still hadn’t switched them back to the main office. Nostalgia sometimes hit Summer, but it wasn’t that she minded working from home. Being in the same room together while working might not have been the most productive, but she also wouldn’t have changed that time for the world.
Whenever she got distracted and gazed at Ramiro, his smile would form and his eyes would grow so warm by the time they shifted to meet hers.
She’d started daydreaming about him spreading her over his desk and taking her in a frenzy. Whenever her mind wandered to that, Ramiro would ask her what she was thinking about. She hadn’t been able to admit to the fantasy yet, but each time she got a little closer.
The phone rang, and she reached for the receiver. “Rodriguez Security, this is Summer.”
She waited, listening, but the other side of the line was silent, as it’d been more times than she could keep track of over the last month.
“Hello? Is anyone there?” she asked.
There was no dial tone, and the line wasn’t completely empty. There was a hitch in someone’s breathing, and Summer tried to work through who it could be.
The only person who struggled to talk was Naz. He never called, but maybe he was making an exception.
“Are you there, Naz?” she asked, hearing an angry curse, and then the dial tone sounded .
Summer frowned as she replaced the phone in its cradle.
“Naz?” Ramiro asked, his brow creased as he stared at her from his desk.
“I’m not sure.” Summer rubbed at the back of her neck. She hated making anyone angry. “Have you heard from him lately?”
“I text him weekly, and he always responds. Naz wouldn’t call. Why did you think it was him?”
“Someone’s been calling fairly regularly, but not saying anything when I answer. I know Naz struggles to talk, so I thought…” She shook her head. “I was being stupid. It’s probably just a wrong number.”
“You’re not being stupid at all, Summer.” Ramiro pushed up from his desk. “You said it’s been happening a lot?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say a lot. I mean, there wasn’t a call like that at all over the last week.”
“When did they start?”
“I’m not sure. The first one seemed harmless enough, but by the fourth, I started noticing. That was the night you took me for a drive.” Warmth filled her as she thought of that evening. It had been the perfect date.
Ramiro finished walking around her desk. He leaned over her, his hands resting on the armrests of her chair, caging her in.
Summer’s heartbeat sped up, but it wasn’t in fear; it was in anticipation. Ramiro had been doing the same thing off and on all week, testing her by hovering over her. At first, shadows had shifted in her mind. This was the first time there wasn’t a shadow, not at all.
Her head lifted, and she gazed into those warm eyes she loved, wishing he’d kiss her.
“Thanks for telling me,” Ramiro said. “I’ll have Hayes check on it.” Then he closed the distance, and their mouths touched.
Summer wrapped her arms around his neck and clung, opening her mouth to take the kiss deeper. His hum of pleasure worked her up even more, and she lifted her legs, wrapping them behind his to get closer.
His hands slid from the armrests down under her ass. He dragged her against him as she stroked into his mouth and made him groan.
Ramiro was so easy to tempt. He didn’t do quickies, though. Once she riled him up, not much work got done.
Summer loved it. It was as if he forgot everything but her.
His mouth panted against hers as their foreheads rested together. “You’re so hot for me already. Have you been thinking about something naughty this whole time?”
Summer flushed, her eyes drifting to the desk. “Maybe,” she whispered.
“Tell me. Tell me what you’ve been wanting.” He kissed her again, his lips a swift brush of warmth. “I want to hear you say it.”
She stared into him, her heart beating even harder. “I want you to fuck me on the desk,” she admitted .
Ramiro groaned, his lips latching on to hers as his arm swept everything off the surface of the desk, including the phone that she’d already forgotten about.
Summer gasped when her back hit the surface. She was wearing one of her flowered skirts as usual, and it had already bunched up around her thighs from the way her legs wrapped around him. Ramiro shoved it even higher, baring her damp underwear to his hungry gaze.
“Unbutton your blouse,” Ramiro said against her lips. “I want to see your beautiful tits bounce as I fuck you.”
She whimpered from his words. He left her mouth to drag her underwear down her legs and off. His fingers teased her already wet slit, poised right there on the edge of the desk and open to him where he stood between her legs.
Her hands trembled as she unbuttoned her blouse. Her bra was a front clasp, and she flicked it open, shuddering when he dipped his head to close his mouth around one of her tightened nipples even as he pushed his finger inside of her.
“Please, Ram. Please!” Everything else had fallen away. All she knew was Ramiro’s mouth, Ramiro’s finger, Ramiro’s body hovering over hers.
“I’ve got you, baby girl,” he breathed over her damp and sensitized nipple. “I’ve got you.” He lifted a little, staring at her splayed out on top of the desk, his eyes hungry. “You look like a goddamn meal.” His finger left her to her whimpered protest. “I just need a taste. ”
The way he sucked his finger into his mouth made her clench down on nothing. They both moaned. She couldn’t help but remember how hard she’d come the other morning, when his face had been between her legs. Her eyes slid down her body. The way her legs were spread around him was sexy. She was sexy. She’d never felt that way about herself before, even with all they’d done.
Ramiro slipped the same finger back inside her, watching her face. He pumped all too briefly, then dragged it out and up, licking it with his tongue this time. The sight of that pink flesh curling around and savoring every drop of her made her pant.
“I want to use my mouth on you again. Drink right from the source. Would you like to try that?” Ramiro asked, searching her eyes.
Summer hesitated, anxiety creeping in, but nodded anyway. Ramiro wanted this, and she kind of did, too. She could do this. She could let him go down on her.
“I need the words, baby girl. You want my mouth on you?” His hands moved under her thighs, stroking. “Or do you want me to fuck this ripe pussy of yours?”
She licked her lips. If she said the last part was what she wanted, she knew what to expect. He was licking the trace of her off his lips, though, and she wanted to please him.
“Your mouth first,” she decided. “But if I don’t like it…” She bit her lip. She could still let him do it, even if she got caught up in her head.
“You can always change your mind.” He pushed her legs up and out, opening her to the air even more.
There was a vulnerability to it, but now she could look down her torso even better. His eyes remained on hers as he lowered his face between her legs, the need in them intense. Summer’s hands smoothed her skirt flat so she could see him better.
“That’s it. Eyes on me while I taste you,” Ramiro murmured right against the aching part of her. His tongue came out slowly, long and pink, swiping along her slit.
Summer gasped through the sensation. The drag of his tongue didn’t reach where she wanted it, but seeing the way he licked her was doing something to her head. Her mind melted and all that existed was Ramiro and his hunger for her.
He continued to lick and stroke, his sudden moan vibrating against her, making her hips try to push closer, to get pressure, but she had no leverage.
“Still want it?” he asked, his lips kissing her clit. The brief press shot through her, and she cried out, but he only gave her that one brief touch, lifting his head to stare into her eyes, as if waiting for her to say something.
Only one word came to her mind. “More.”
His tongue thrust inside her, the sensation new and different and unexpected. He pushed his tongue out of his mouth as far as it would go each time he thrust in, as if wanting her to see what he was doing .
Ramiro looked smug and sexy and like he was completely hers, there between her legs. There was something so intimate about watching him taste her while he stared into her eyes.
She whimpered again, her hands finding his where they continued to hold her thighs, needing to touch him, needing to hold on to him.
“Please,” she begged again. What his tongue was doing looked filthy, but he wasn’t hitting that ache at all.
Then his tongue slid out and up, right where she needed, and her legs shook as he licked and licked. He groaned as her body tried to arch, and his movements changed. She’d heard it called ‘eating out’ before, and the way his mouth worked over her down there, the way he buried his face so close, putting as much of her in his mouth as he could between flicks of his tongue over her clit, made her feel like she really was his feast.
Ramiro was doing this to her. He had his mouth all over her and was making hungry groaning noises, mixed in with a slurping sound because she’d gotten so soaked.
Then he sucked her clit into his mouth, and she screamed as she came, staring into his eyes until her own lost focus and she felt dazed by how hard and long the orgasm held.
His tongue lapped at her slit, dragging her wetness into his mouth. “You taste so fucking good. Again. I want you to come all over my face again.”
He went back to feasting.
It felt good, it still looked just as sexy, but Summer’s body loosened and relaxed, completely sated. Little spikes of sensation zipped inside whenever he lashed her clit, but not enough to bring her back to peak.
Ramiro’s hum vibrated against her as his hand shifted out from under hers on her thigh, pressing her own hand against her skin. “Hold yourself open,” he murmured, then lowered to suck on her clit as his fingers found her slit and thrust inside.
Summer hadn’t realized how empty she felt until his fingers filled her. Ramiro’s other hand held her thigh down harder as he thrust his fingers into her with enough strength to shift her body.
Her breath caught with the next burst of sensation as his fingers fucked into her roughly, so roughly her breasts bounced, just like he wanted.
“That’s it. Look at the way my hand fucks into you so beautifully. I promised to fuck you on top of this desk, didn’t I?” He lifted his head, his eyes glittering as his fingers pounded into her, hitting that spot inside that was already making her body shake, making her drip around his hand. “I know you can come again. Scream for me, baby girl. Clench down on my fingers and gush all over my face and scream at how good I can make you feel.”
His lips closed around her clit again, and he sucked as his fingers pushed into her, stimulating that spot inside that pulsed in need.
Summer’s head fell back, tipping off the other side of the desk to hang as her body clenched and came so hard she saw stars. She must have screamed, just like he’d asked, because when she floated back into her body, her throat felt raw .
Ramiro hovered over her, his beard damp, his lips glistening as he cupped her head, lifting it to search her eyes. “I love you.”
He didn’t kiss her, which she was glad of. He really was filthy, but he was filthy because of her. Her legs dangled on either side of his hips, and the fingers that had been inside her were getting her desk dirty beside her head.
He wasn’t pressing his erection against her, though. He was acting like they were all done.
“What about you?” she slurred, her mind mush.
“Your taste is all over me. I got what I wanted.”
“Inside me,” she murmured, her hands finding his waist and trying to tug him closer. “I need you inside me. Fuck me hard, right on top of this desk.”
His pupils blew wide, and he nearly kissed her, his breath fanning over her face. “Let me wash my face first,” he murmured, but her hands pulled harder, pressing his still covered erection against her, ruining his pants with how soaked she was.
“Now.” Her hands fumbled for his button and zipper, finding him. Once she had his erection free, it pressed right where she wanted it. “Please, Ram. Fill me. Fuck me.”
Ramiro’s hand slid to grip the back of her neck, holding her tight as he slammed inside of her. His other hand gripped her thigh, dragging it out and up to give his hips more room to move.
“Fuck!” He blinked, trying to shake his head even as he fucked her hard enough to bounce her breasts. His eyes glittered with need as they stared into hers. “You okay?” he grunted .
Summer moaned, letting her arms fall away. She spread her other leg as far as it would go, but she had no leverage to meet his thrusts. All she could do was take them, take everything he had.
“Summer!” he cried out. His face twisted, his thrusts hard and deep and powerful as he did just what she asked.
She felt so full, and her nerve endings were already sensitized from her orgasms. Her back arched off the desk as her body came again, squeezing down on his erection, making him feel even bigger inside of her.
Ramiro lost words. He made desperate sounds, his hand moving under her to cup and lift her ass, changing the angle of his thrusts to get even deeper.
Every thrust slid over that special spot inside her, not gentle at all but demanding, forcing her to take him just how he wanted.
The orgasm didn’t seem to be stopping this time. Her body continued to pulse and contract, as if trying to suck his erection even deeper, but he couldn’t get any deeper. His thrusts were wild and uncontrolled— he was wild and uncontrolled—and it was all she’d ever dreamed of.
Her throat hurt and everything around her faded except for Ramiro’s intent eyes and the way he fucked inside of her.
Her body went limp when the last pulse shuddered out of her, and she melted onto the desk, but Ramiro kept going. The sound of him fucking her, flesh hitting flesh, filled her even when her eyes slipped shut .
Both his hands moved to her hips, and he dragged her hard into him, bouncing her on his cock, making new sparks flicker inside her.
“Okay?” he gasped.
Summer tried to move her lips, but all that slid out was a groan.
His thrusting flagged as his hands shook where they held her. “Open your eyes. Let me see them.”
She dragged her eyelids up, her chest lurching at the worry she saw in his gaze.
“… ‘m okay,” she slurred.
His hips hadn’t stilled completely, and his erection jerked inside of her. “You sure?”
Summer swallowed. “Don’t stop,” she said. “I like it.”
He let out a groan and pumped into her harder. Her breasts bounced as he jerked her body against his, his thrusts faster, his shoulders shaking. “I’m close,” he grunted out. She wished he’d gotten naked so she could see the masculine perfection of his chest. His hips snapped forward with each push of his erection deep inside her. “I’m so fucking close. Fuck, baby girl. Fuck, I need you.” He finally shouted in release, his head falling back as he pumped his cum deep, deep inside of her.
His body tilted forward when it was over, lying on top of her on the desk. His arms shook beside hers, holding some of his weight as his breathing heaved in his chest. “Fuck,” he muttered, struggling to push himself up .
Summer’s arms wrapped around his back, pulling him tighter against her. He was still buried inside her, his body completely covering her torso, and all she felt was exhausted joy. There were no shadows at all. “Stay. Stay like this.”
He nodded against her shoulder, his body wrecked as badly as hers.
Summer wrapped her arms and legs around him, muffling her sudden happy laugh in his business suit. She hoped it took him a long time to get his strength back because this moment was perfect, and she didn’t want it to end.