7. Chapter Seven ~ Chris
Chapter Seven ~ Chris
When morning comes I get up and prepare for the day the same way I always would. But today … today is going to be slightly different. Because today I will be laying out the specific terms of my agreement with Emma.
I can’t help the smile that crosses my face as I remember last night. And all the nights that we will share moving forward.
A baby is not really what I want, but it’s a means to an end. And it means that I get to enjoy Emma whenever I feel like it. And that I am definitely pleased about.
I’m prepared to wait for her to come out of her room, fully expecting her to be nervous again. But she ventures out of her room in time for breakfast. Though she does still look quite nervous.
“We need to talk about our agreement,” I tell her and see the way she swallows hard but then seems to steel herself for whatever is about to come, giving a sharp nod in response.
“Right. We should lay out all of the instructions.”
“I have the document here.”
“Let’s see it then.” She holds out her hand and I gesture toward the living room. We might as well get comfortable, after all.
Once I settle back onto the couch and she’s looking relatively comfortable in a chair, I hand it over, taking the opportunity to get a good look at her as she reads.
Her hair falls forward to cover part of her face and she impatiently shoves it back. Her eyes scan over the words quickly, though every so often they stop for a moment before moving on. Her lips are slightly parted as though she’s not quite sure of what she’s reading. But all I can think about is having those lips under mine …
And that body; I can see it well under the casual t-shirt and jeans she’s wearing today. Clothes I’ve definitely never seen her in but they hug her body well.
“All right. Well, this is pretty straightforward.”
“What did you expect?” I ask.
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen a baby contract before,” she retorts and I can’t help but grin. Yeah, I’m pretty sure my lawyer was a little unsure about that too.
“You get the wing where your room was from last night. Your things are already over there. You can arrange them how you see fit. The baby will have a room there as well. But you’ll also have use of the entire house.”
“Okay, and what about your staff? I’m assuming there are people who work in this monstrosity,” she glances around herself and I smirk in response.
“There are a handful of people working here, yes. They’ll be available to you as well.”
“My allowance, I don’t want to have to ask for it like a child. I want it deposited automatically into my accounts.”
I nod in acceptance of that. I don’t want to be handing out cash to her each week anyway. And setting it up as an automatic transfer makes things easier.
“And when the baby comes I want an increase.”
“Of course,” I agree again. “The baby will need things as well.”
“And, I don’t want anyone at the club to know about this.”
“I want this to be discrete as well.”
“Ethan?” She raises an eyebrow at me.
“Just what do you think I would be telling Ethan?”
“I know that you two are close. I don’t want things to get out to anyone. Not until I’m actually pregnant anyway. And then we won’t be able to hide much.”
“It’s not going to be long before you’re pregnant, Sweetheart,” I reply, my gaze hot as I look over her. “Because we’re going to be spending the night together frequently, until we succeed in our goal.”
“That may need to be discussed as well,” she replies, but the oh-so-innocent expression on her face is barely hiding the heat in her eyes.
“Oh?” I play along with her coy act to see where this is going and when she looks up those wide eyes certainly aren’t fooling me.
“Well, I’m just not sure about how many nights we should be spending together each week. I may want a little privacy once in a while. Some time to myself.”
“Ah, Sweetheart, you’ll have plenty of time for that during the day. More if you would consent to quit your job.”
“You’ll have to fire me if you want me to leave,” she retorts and there’s a flash of fire in her eyes. She’s independent. I like that, much as it frustrates me as well.
“At night you’ll be mine. The end goal is to get you pregnant, after all.” And despite myself the thought of it seems to do something to my body. Or maybe that’s just the thought of getting to fuck her again.
“And just what do you think you’re going to do to keep me interested every night for the foreseeable future?” she shoots back.
“I think I’ve proven myself more than capable of keeping you … interested.”
“Hmm, perhaps.” She’s playing with me and I can tell. But that doesn’t stop me from feeling her challenge through every fiber of my being.
I stride over to her chair, leaning down so that I’m level with her, my hand reaching out to latch into her hair and tug it backward slightly so she’s forced to look up at me. And I can see the heat in her eyes, can feel her breath coming a little more shallow across my face. The way her lips part automatically.
“You want it bad, don’t you, Sweetheart? You want what I can make you feel.”
“I want someone who can keep up with me,” is her response and my lips crash down on hers, claiming her mouth and enjoying the taste of her. The feel of those lips, the soft sound that spills out of her as I tug a little harder at her hair.
“I can keep up with you just fine, Sweetheart. It’s going to be you that needs to keep up with me. And perhaps you’d better finish reading that contract before I go about showing you exactly what it is I’m going to expect of you each and every night.” I punctuate my words with kisses to the side of her neck, making her gasp.
For a moment I think she’s going to say something else but then she seems to change her mind. “This number, for the allowance, is per month?”
“Per week,” I reply, making my way back to my spot on the couch, and her eyes widen even more. But this time in surprise.
“This is a lot of money.”
I shrug at that. “I want you well taken care of. And I want to ensure that you have everything that you need.”
“It’s,” she seems like she’s going to protest and then thinks better of it. And really, who would protest getting more money than they expect from a contract?
“Is there anything else?”
A brief hesitation and then she shakes her head. “No.”
“I’ve already signed the last page,” I tell her, gesturing toward the document in her hand. She flips to it, her gaze tracing over my signature like she’s not quite sure what to do. But I wait.
She’ll sign it.
She didn’t come this far to change her mind now.
And she seems to realize that as well.
I can see the exact moment that her shoulders pull back slightly. Her lips set a little more firmly.
“I need a pen.”
“Here you go, Sweetheart,” I reply, moving closer, invading her space, wanting to be as close as I possibly can to her.
But it doesn’t seem to faze her this time. She looks up at me with that even expression and takes the pen from my hand. And then I watch her sign on the dotted line and become mine.
“There. Done.”
“Ah, don’t think of it like a business transaction, Sweetheart. I want this to be fun,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss just behind her ear, making another shiver race through her.
“Fun? Hmm, well, I suppose we could try that.” She’s taunting me and I know it. After everything that we’ve already done together the idea that she honestly doesn’t believe we’ll be having fun with the sex is ridiculous.
“I’ll have you screaming for it every night. From now on,” I promise and I can see the way her eyes heat.
She definitely wants it. And my rock-hard body is telling me that I do, too.
I move to kiss her again and she suddenly slides out from under me. “Sorry, gotta get going. I’ve got work today and my boss can be a real ass when people are late.”
There’s that sparkle in her eye again and I feel my body respond immediately. “Maybe you should quit.”
“I think that would give him entirely too much pleasure. And I’d rather make him sweat it out.” She gives me a little smirk and a wave and just like that she’s out the door. Leaving me with a hard-on and no good way to get rid of it.
“Damn that girl,” I practically growl at myself, shaking my head and stalking back toward my room. But I pick up the contract on the way, glancing over her signature on that last page.
No worries. I’ll get her tonight. And tonight I plan to make her beg for it.