Chapter 27
REN
FIVE WEEKS LATER
“ C an you stop doing that?” Eloise storms into my office and slams the door.
“Stop doing what?” I laugh at her.
“Watching me through the glass and chewing on that damn pen.” She snatches it from my hand furiously.
“Something wrong, darling?” I stay calm and smile at her.
“Yeah, my boyfriend is an overbearing asshole. A hot, overberaring assshole, who knocked me up and is making me feel all these things I shouldn’t be feeling when I have a deadline.” She speaks through her teeth at me.
“First of all, relax.” I stand up and check the office floor through the window before pulling down each of the blinds. “Second of all, tell me about these things you're feeling.” Stalking back toward her, I lick my lips hungrily and lift her onto my desk.
“Don’t start something we can’t finish, Ren. I’m already on the edge.”
“Then let me fix it.” I slide my hand into the back of her hair and grip her nape, kissing her mouth and feeling her chest sag with relief. “That better for you, baby?”
“No, it’s worse, Ren, I don’t think it’s right to feel like this.” She chews on her lip, looking adorable.
“We read it up, it’s normal,” I assure her.
“We fucked twice before we left the house and you made me come in the parking lot; it’s not even lunchtime and I’m…you know.”
“Come here.” I drag her lips back onto mine and kiss them again.
Although I fucking hate it, I decided to blend in a little better around here and start dressing more formal.
I draw the line at a suit, so slacks and a long-sleeved shirt will have to do.
Now I’m beginning to see the advantage of it.
I pull open my belt and slide it off, then, hitching up Eloise's skirt, I spread her legs open.
“You want me to give you something to go back to your desk with, pretty girl?” I ask, dragging her hips right to the edge of the surface as she nods her head at me desperately.
“You want a little pain?” I’m aware of how delicate her condition is, but it hasn’t stopped my needy girl from wanting me to make her suffer.
“Please,” she whispers, resting her hands back on my desk, and when I fold my belt in half and strike her pussy with it, she moans so loud I have to cover her mouth with my hand. Her eyes look double their usual size as she thrashes her hips like she’s possessed.
“More?” I check, and when her head nods against my hand, I make another strike, this time a little harder.
“Fuck, your leaking all over my desk.” Gripping her hair tighter, I raise her onto her feet and spin her round, forcing her head down to the surface. “Lick that mess clean. Lick it clean, then beg me to fuck you so you can make it dirty again.”
Eloise twists her head to look at me, before she smiles seductively and rolls her tongue all over the wooden desk top.
“Look at you, that baby’s making you feral.
” I slide my hand affectionately over her still flat stomach.
I’m looking every day for signs of her starting to show; her tits have gotten much rounder, and it varies from day to day if she'll let me touch them. Some days she can’t get enough, others she guards them like they’re the holy fucking grail.
I raise her back up so she’s standing and push the folded-up belt into her mouth to keep her silent.
“This is going to be quick,” I tell her, unleashing my cock from my slacks then lifting her back onto my desk.
“But it’s what my desperate little slut needs, isn’t it?” I tell her, pushing deep inside her with one hard thrust and making her bite down hard on the leather.
“Is that what you wanted, Kitten? A pussy full of hard cock?”
Her head keeps nodding as I fuck her full of it. I swear this pussy gets tighter every time I’m inside it and as I slam into her harder, she makes muffled moans into my belt.
“You like being a slut for me?” I ask, wishing I had the time to play. If we were at home, I’d keep her on the edge; she looks so beautiful when she’s desperate.
“My knocked-up little slut.” I pull the belt away, gripping her jaw and spitting down her throat.
Then taking two fingers, I fuck her mouth full too.
She gags and splutters, but she smiles at me like it’s a reward when I take my saliva-coated fingers out of her mouth and use them to massage her clit.
“I bred this pussy so fucking good. Look at you, you're glowing.”
She grips her legs tighter around my hips and smiles at me proudly. “I’m gonna watch you through that glass for the rest of the day, knowing you can feel this load I’m gonna give you dripping into your panties.”
“I’m gonna come.” She kisses my neck, and when she grazes me with her teeth, it’s all the trigger I need.
I groan into her ear as I release warm jets of cum against her cervix.
My fingers gripping at her skin intensely, because she's not the only one who’s gotten hornier since she’s become pregnant.
I can’t keep my hands off her. I can’t stop thinking about the fact she’s growing my child and it makes me so fucking hot for her, I’m suprised we manage to leave the house.
“How was that for you?” I ask her while we both catch our breath.
“Thank you, Mr. Ashcroft.” She slides off my desk and drops to her knees, licking the surface of it one last time before she straightens up her skirt and starts making her way to the door.
“Wait, come here.” I meet her halfway, tugging the skirt she’s wearing down her legs a little more. I hate the way some of the men in this office look at her. They’re lucky I don’t scoop out their eyeballs and feed them to the back of their fucking throats.
“We need to talk about your maternity leave.” I catch her while she’s in a good mood. Getting up early for the commute and the way she rushes around this office can’t be good for her. I’d much prefer her to be at home, where I don’t have to pretend that she’s not carrying precious cargo.
“Ren, I’m only nine weeks, maternity leave is a long way off. Most women work right until the end of their pregnancy.”
“Not my woman.” I grab her ass and drag her closer. “We’ll discuss this later.”
“You know it’s not fair to use my condition as a disadvantage when we do that,” she points out, stroking the creases she’s made in my shirt.
“How do I do that?” I laugh at her.
“You know I’m extra needy right now. Trying to compromise when you're using that as a weapon isn't good sportsmanship.” Just her looking down my dick has it ready to go round two.
“Fine, all negotiations will be held in the dining room, over dinner, fully clothed,” I assure her.
“You know, you look hot like this.” She stretches up on her toes to kiss me. “It kinda feels like I have two boyfriends. Mr. CEO and Mr. Dark and Dangerous.”
“Which one do you prefer?” I ask her curiously.
“The jury's still out, but after that performance, Mr CEO is currently in the lead.”
“Wait till you find out what Mr Dark and Dangerous has planned. After negotiations, of course.” I wrap my arm around her hip.
“Oh… that reminds me, can you ask Mary to do dinner a little later tonight? I want to stop by the apartment and pick up more clothes. Katelyn is already asking if she can loan half of them when they stop fitting. I thought I could go through some of them for her and drop them off on the way home.
“Sure.” I smile. Not liking the idea of her going back to her apartment, I’ve been back a few times to grab her more things, but only by myself. The place feels tainted now, and although the cameras are still working and there's been no sign of the intruder since, I’m still on my guard.
“Thanks again, Mr. Ashcroft.” She kisses me again before walking out the door, looking a little sheepish.
“I can’t believe they still haven’t fixed the elevator.” Eloise moans when we eventually make it up to her floor, and I open up the door. “I’m gonna open the window to air this place out.” She marches over to it and lifts it up, while I flick through her mail to check for any bills.
“Katelyn texted and asked if I wanted to go see a show on Broadway with her this weekend,” she tells me cheerfully.
“Let me know which show and I’ll get you tickets,” I tell her, not really paying much attention.
I’m still trying to get my head around what that guy was looking for.
I’ve looked around the place myself when I stopped by to get her more clothes and found nothing.
I considered maybe it was just a robbery, but a thief wouldn’t have left without her laptop and iPad.
“You wanna help? This is gonna be the pile of clothes I’m bringing, and this is what we can drop off at Katelyn’s. She drops a pair of jeans in the Katelyn pile.
“Hey, I like that pair.” I pick them back up.
“Ren, in a few weeks, I’m gonna have no hope of my waist fitting in these.” She snatches them back off me and shows how tiny it is, “I barely fitted in them before I got pregnant. I’m just lending them to her; they can be my target jeans for after the baby comes.”
“Target jeans?”
“Yeah, my target will be to get back into them.” She chucks them back on the pile before getting back to her wardrobe.
“I don’t think you're gonna make that target.” I move up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist.
“Thanks for the words of encouragement.” She jabs her elbow hard into my ribs.
“Well, supposing I decide I wanna knock you up again?” I put the idea to her, wondering what her reaction will be.
“Um…don’t you think we should worry about having this baby before we plan anymore?” She laughs nervously.
“We’ll see.” I shrug, letting her get back to it. I know damn well Eloise will be pregnant again before our first child starts to walk.
“I might as well give her these, too.” Eloise crouches down and picks up a pair of very high heels. “Mary-Ann’s always telling everyone her pregnancy horror stories, apparently her feet blew up like elephants.” She sighs heavily, and I take the shoes from her and laugh.
“These are definitely going in the Katelyn pile.” I toss them over my shoulder, “And not because your feet are gonna swell like elephants, because they’re a tripping hazard,” I assure her.
“You shouldn’t be bending around like that, sit on the bed.
I’ll pull out the boxes and you decide if they stay or go.
” I gesture with my head for her to move out of my way, and she rolls her eyes as she sets herself down on the mattress.
“These are practical, they can stay.” I slide a box of sneakers over to her, then, when I pull out a pair of PVC knee-high boots that I don’t recall ever seeing her in, I look at her judgingly.
“Everyone goes through phases; they never made it out of the wardrobe.” She smiles as I toss them over to the Katelyn pile.
I spend at least twenty minutes going through boxes of shoes, and when I see a trunk pushed right to the back of her wardrobe, I drag it forward. “What about this, you wanna bring this to the house?” I check.
“No, that can stay here for now.” She kneels down beside me and forces it back where it was.
“You okay? You’ve gone pale.” I touch my hand to her forehead, and she quickly stands back up. “It was my father's, it’s probably full of old photographs and crap. I can’t throw it away in case there's some memories of my mom in there,” she admits, looking disturbed
“Okay.” I stand up and straighten out, wrapping my arms around her because it feels as if she needs it.
“I’m fine, honestly.” She smiles up at me. “We should get going.” She starts stuffing all the clothes she’s bringing with us into a bag.
“You know, if I’m not going to be living here anymore, I should probably let my landlord know. There aren’t many apartments with rent as cheap as this in the city; there's probably someone who could really make use of this place.” She smiles at me as she bags up the clothes for Katelyn, too.
“Your landlord already knows,” I inform her, taking both bags off her when she attempts to start walking toward the door.
“Ren, don’t tell me you contacted my landlord?” She sighs again.
“Baby, I am your landlord.” I kiss her cheek and head out the door, leaving her to let that settle in her head.