Chapter Twenty-Seven
ISOBEL
Boston
Tapping my pen against the edge of my desk, I tried to focus on the PDF covering the screen in front of me. Chase and Evan’s book was going to print in a week. Their launch was scheduled, the tour dates had been finalized and we’d dropped the bomb that Adrian and I wouldn’t be traveling with them. My intern Kristine was less than enthusiastic about going, but if she planned to go after the promotion she was up for, she needed it to keep her edge on the competition.
Adrian’s intern, Sam, seemed less hesitant, but sending the two of them out by themselves made me more than a little nervous. They could handle it, and they’d be going through press training with Chase and Evan, but tours were hectic even when you knew what you were doing.
“You ready?” Adrian asked, leaning against the doorframe to my office.
“Yeah.” He knew I was distracted as he stepped into the office, pressing my laptop closed and holding his hand out to help me stand.
“You sure you’re okay with this?” I asked, squeezing his hand before standing and wiping my sweaty palms on my skirt.
“I already told you I was. If this is what you need to feel comfortable, I’ve got no problem with it. Other than the last few days. ”
He was making a trip to the fertility clinic with me, getting a sperm sample tested to make sure we wouldn’t run into any issues later. It was my paranoia manifesting, but since he’d never fathered any children, and I’d been tested already, I wasn’t leaving things to chance and wasting more time if we needed to pursue other options.
“Think they’ll let you come in the room with me?” he asked, pressing his hand into the center of my back, and guiding me into the hallway, but keeping an otherwise respectful distance. Rumors had been rampant in the last month that we were fucking, and we were, but we didn’t need to broadcast it.
“I was told I could help as long as none of my fluids could potentially get mixed with yours.”
He leaned down, whispering in my ear as we waited for the elevator. “So I can play with your tits?”
“Such a romantic.”
“That wasn’t a no,” he chuckled, urging me forward as the elevator doors opened. It seemed everyone else had already left for lunch as we traveled down in an empty elevator car. “I’ve been such a good boy and kept my hands to myself for the last three days. All I want to do is play with your nipples.”
He’d been instructed to abstain from any kind of emissions for seventy-two hours before sample collection, and I was glad I’d spent most of the last three days in meetings with Sloane being briefed about my new position.
“I promise you can play with them all you want when we go home later.”
“You sure you can wait that long?” he teased, stepping behind me and playfully cupping me through my thin blouse.
“Stop. A few hours won’t kill you. It’s not like you’ll die since you haven’t come for a few days.”
“I’m so fuckin’ horny,” he whined, grinding into my ass and I couldn’t hold in the laughter any longer, giggling as we reached the ground floor .
He didn’t seem to think it was so funny, pouting on the short walk to our destination, even though he walked with me pressed against his side the entire time.
“Checking in for O’Neill,” I said after we stepped up to the reception desk.
“What’s your appointment for?”
“Relief,” Adrian sighed, but it turned into a grunt when I smacked him in the stomach.
“Sample collection.”
“Geez, babe. Save your hand strength. We’ll need it for a different kind of beating a few minutes from now.”
I rolled my eyes at his crass joke, but the receptionist bit her lip to hold in a laugh, her shoulders shaking.
“See. She thinks I’m funny,” he teased, his hand creeping down to grab a handful of my ass.
For someone who claimed he’d been celibate for months before we got together, he seemed a bit pent up after only three days of abstinence. But clearly, even though he was in a dry spell, he’d given his hand a regular workout.
“I’ll need to check both of your IDs if you’re going in together.” Thankfully, Adrian didn’t make any more inappropriate jokes while we waited for her to scan our licenses.
“It’ll be a few minutes. They’ll call you from that door,” she said, gesturing toward a door on the far side of the waiting room.
Adrian dutifully followed me, throwing his arm across the back of my chair after we settled into the tiny chairs.
“Think they’ll have some porn back there?”
Shaking my head, I squeezed his knee, not wanting the other people sitting near us to listen to my desperately horny sperm provider. “Shush.”
“I put your bullet vibrator in my bag when I left your place this morning,” he whispered, and my eyes widened. “It’s in my pocket.” He paused as his fingertips caressed my shoulder. “That’s not the only rocket in my pocket. ”
I coughed, stifling my laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously smart, you mean.”
“Not really. We both know you’re only thinking with one head right now.”
Before he could respond, they called his name, and we stood, following the nurse through the door and down a hallway filled with small exam rooms. But these had an armchair, a small loveseat, and a bookcase filled with inspirational materials instead of the exam tables with stirrups on the other side of the office.
“Here is your sample collection specimen cup. Make sure both of you thoroughly wash your hands before you get things started. Manual masturbation only, no oral sex or intercourse, as it can contaminate the sample,” she explained, completely unfazed. “There are visual stimulation materials provided on the bookcase. If you have a mishap and any of your sample escapes onto one of them, please throw it away before you leave.”
Adrian’s chest shook as he tried to hold in a laugh, and my cheeks heated as I blushed.
“Any questions?”
He opened his mouth to respond, but I reached down and pinched his thigh. “No, I think we’re good.”
“Sample goes in the box in the wall next to the door. Make sure the lid is closed securely. Don’t use the sanitizing wipes on the specimen container. There are paper towels by the sink if you need to clean up any overflow.”
Nodding, she gestured for us to enter the room. “Have fun, kids.”
As the door clicked closed, Adrian burst out laughing, doubling over as he tried to control himself. “How many times a day do you think she has to repeat that?”
“Can you be serious for like two seconds? People come here because they’re trying to have a baby. It’s not a joke.” Ignoring him, I washed my hands, stepping away to let him do the same before I stood awkwardly in the center of the room .
“I know, babe,” he murmured, pulling me into his arms. “But you have to find humor in moments like this or the worrying will eat you alive. Just relax. This is one step closer to what we both want.”
He swayed us gently, tucking my head into his shoulder. “But right now, the only thing I can think about is making you squirm while I stroke my cock. Take off your blouse, ’cause I’ll rip it off if we don’t get naked in the next twenty seconds.”
Laughing, I pushed him back, pointing to the couch. He paused, pulling the vibrator out of his pocket, and pressing it into my hand. Winking as he held up the tiny remote that controlled it, he stepped backward while unbuttoning his suit pants.
I worked on the buttons of my blouse as he shrugged off his jacket, carefully laying it across the back of the chair, his cufflinks and shirt following.
“Skirt too,” he instructed, pulling his pants and boxers down, shoving them to his calves before he took a seat on the loveseat, the paper covering it crinkling audibly under his weight. “Now the bra.”
Reaching back, I lowered the zipper of my skirt, letting it drop to the floor and stepping free. My bra was next, his cock twitching as he watched me. Standing in front of him in only my lacy underwear and a pair of high heels should have felt awkward, but when his large hand grasped his hard cock, I felt a rush of excitement flow through me.
“Put the toy in.” His voice was low and raspy, his eyelids fluttering while he stroked himself. Adrian, under normal circumstances, was hot, but staring at me with hooded eyes and his abs flexing while he pleasured himself was insane.
His eyebrow raised when I hesitated, but the feral look that replaced it when I slipped my hand inside my panties—pushing the toy into place—had my pulse racing.
“Now come here.” He spread his legs, his free arm stretching across the back of the couch as he settled in, the remote clasped in his hand .
Stepping forward, I panted after he pressed the button, the gentle vibrations making me even wetter.
“Come sit on my lap.”
“But we can’t…” I trailed off at the stern look on his face. The man clearly had a plan.
“I didn’t say facing me. Now, are you going to listen and let me tell you what I want, or are you going to make this more difficult? Turn around and sit on my knee.”
Nodding, I obeyed him, sitting down on his knee. His arm wrapped around me, his palm settling on my breast, the remote still between his fingers.
“I want you to grind on my leg and make yourself come while I fuck my hand, wishing I was inside you right now.”
Oh, fuck. This wasn’t how I’d imagined this process going, but as he pushed the button two more times, I gasped and rocked against his leg instinctually.
“That’s it, babe. Use me.”
His palm massaged my nipple as my hips rocked, the friction of the lace against my clit driving me closer while his breathing became ragged behind me.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he grunted, flexing his thigh against my movements. Who would have thought humping your boyfriend’s leg while he jacked off behind you would be so exhilarating? “Wish you were leaking all over my cock instead of my lap right now. I’m going to fuck you so hard later. You’re going to have to lock me out of your office because all I can think about right now is bending you over your desk.”
“Fuck,” I moaned, my head falling back as I got closer and closer.
“Can’t wait to fill you up and then watch it slide down your leg, my fingers catching it and pushing it back inside before I pull your panties back into place, knowing you’re full of me while you try to concentrate on work.”
His dirty words did the trick; my breath catching in my throat as I felt the pulses start .
“Fuck, babe, I can feel your thighs shaking. Come all over me. Fuck, yes…” he groaned, panting while my body hummed.
“Get the cup. I’m close.”
On shaky legs, I stood, grabbing the cup, and awkwardly holding it out to him.
“Fuck, feels so good,” he grunted, standing in front of me, his fist flying over his length.
My hand closed over his, eyes widening as his hand flexed. He grasped my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers before his breathing increased.
“Now,” he groaned, aiming his dick down until it was pointed at where it needed to be. “Fucking hell.”
My eyes widened as his entire body flexed, his grip on my breast almost painful when he came, filling the cup in my hand. There was something so simultaneously hot and hilarious about this situation,Somehow, and my chest shook as I tried to stifle a laugh.
Adrian joined me, his body shaking with laughter while we both stared down at the cup. “Score, didn’t make a mess.”
“Oh my God,” I giggled, screwing the lid back on and walking to the little door in the wall. Thankfully, there was a closed door on the other side, so the nurses didn’t see me topless.
“Wonder what kinds of crazy shit they hear going on in these rooms…” Adrian laughed, pulling his pants up and fastening the button. He stepped toward me, backing me into the wall before sliding his hand beneath my panties. I gasped as he gently coaxed the vibrator loose, tucking it back into his pocket before bringing his fingers to his mouth. “You made such a mess in those tiny panties.”
“Stop,” I whined, pushing at his chest, suddenly embarrassed to be half-naked in a fertility doctor’s office.
“You were just doing your duty to help me out, babe. Don’t need to be embarrassed,” he teased, kissing my pink cheek.
“Somehow I don’t think the nurses planned on me riding your leg to completion while you promised to fuck me on my desk as a method for sperm collection. ”
“Then other people clearly aren’t doing it right.”
“Get dressed.” Placing my hand on his bare chest, I pushed him back, slipping around him to get my discarded clothing from the floor. Adrian smacked my ass when he passed me, redressing with a ridiculous smile on his face.
Part of me wondered if I was insane to want to have a child with this man, but the other part of me fell a little bit further because he made me want so much more.
Two days later, as I was sitting in the chair across from Sloane’s desk, an alert scrolled across the screen of my watch.
Discreetly swiping open my phone as she talked, explaining the travel she had planned for me over the next three months, I clicked the new text message.
Adrian: Sample results are in. As you already know, I’m a stud.
Adrian: 60% normal sperm shape.
Adrian: 3.5 out of 4 for movement. (Those little guys are wily and fast)
Adrian: PH 7.4
Adrian: 3 milliliters of volume collected (slightly above average)
Adrian: 150 million swimmers (above average for my age)
Adrian: Consistency optimal (But you already knew that )
Sloane paused as I tried to hold back laughter at his commentary. “Something you need to take care of?” she asked, nodding to my lap.
Not right now. But after work was a different story.
“No, just a text from a colleague I need to address this afternoon.”
“Hmm,” she hummed, smirking before she continued. It was clear the rumor mill had made its way to the executive floor to further confirm her previous hunch about Adrian and me. “Are you alright with the schedule for the week before I need you and Adrian in New York? I know you wanted to oversee the last few signings for the Rose and Evans book.”
“Yeah, I’m good,” I confirmed, switching over to the calendar app to input the dates and cities she needed me in.
“Kristine and Sam set to go?”
“Yeah, I think they’ll be fine. Adrian has been sharing past tour plans with Sam and I’ve given Kristine the preliminary schedules from PR.”
One of the department heads from the public relations department would travel with Chase, Evan, Kristine, and Sam for the duration of the tour to make sure things ran smoothly in my and Adrian’s absence. It was hard to hand over the reins, but since I had a feeling my intern would be gone in a matter of weeks, I needed to equip her to step into her new position. It’d be selfish of me to request to keep her, even if I wasn’t looking forward to training her replacement, taking on my additional job duties and trying to get pregnant.
As Sloane dove back in, I took notes, filling the notebook in my lap with more information than I’d been expecting. Part of me was panicking when I tried to picture the future, me having to travel a third of the year with a new baby. But I didn’t want to give up either opportunity.
“After the first of the year, we’ll need you in Chicago and Seattle for three weeks at each office for a new project, but I’ll give you details later. ”
My heart pounded as I did the math. If I tried to get pregnant this summer—in the next two or three months—I’d likely be too far along to travel that much.
“Are there any conflicts you can think of that might prevent the start of the year being travel heavy?”
Shaking my head, my palms grew sweaty as I lied. While I wasn’t pregnant now, the possibility was there, and now that we knew the only barrier preventing it was my IUD, I wasn’t sure when it would be a good time to get it removed and start trying. The likelihood of conceiving quickly wasn’t great with both of us being over thirty-five, but they weren’t non-existent either. My OB had told me the first three months after an IUD removal would likely be months when I was very fertile as my hormones tried to regulate.
Could I risk it, or should we wait until later in the fall?
“That’s all I have for today. I know you’ve got a lot on your plate.” She extended a file folder in my direction, and I reached forward to grab it, opening the front cover. “Those are the preliminary candidates to replace the copy-editing interns should they move on. Since you’ll be busy over the next month, I’m giving these to you and Adrian to look through.”
On my way to the elevator, I flipped through the resumes, stopping on a familiar name. As I scanned her credentials, I hadn’t realized that Andrea, the administrative assistant on our floor, had a degree in English with a certification in copy editing. She was also in graduate school for a master’s degree in English and communications.
As I passed by her desk on the way to my own, I watched her move around her desk, the area meticulously organized. Maybe finding a candidate to replace Kristine wouldn’t be as hard as I thought.