Fertile For My Older Boss (Twice Her Age #4)

1. Spencer

ONE

SPENCER

I drum my fingers on my desk as I wait for my assistant to arrive at the office.

Ever since this idea came into my head, I haven’t been able to think about much else. I pull up the papers for the Thelion board meeting later today, but I barely skim over them. I can’t concentrate on anything except Abby.

This is the most nervous I’ve been since… Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous.

After half an hour that feels like five, Abby walks into the office.

I watch her settle into her office across the hallway from mine. She pulls off her headphones and takes a seat at her desk, folding her legs beneath her and leaning forward as she sets up her workstation.

My assistant is 22 years old and has curves that could kill a weaker man.

Today she’s wearing a grey dress with a corset vest that leaves little to the imagination.

With every breath, it looks like her breasts are about to burst out of the neckline.

She bends forward to adjust some cables, giving me a full-on view of that perfectly round ass.

I should be used to it, but the knowledge that I can’t have her only makes me want her more.

If anything, Abby’s attractiveness is an inconvenience in my work. Getting aroused just because my assistant has strutted into the room carrying a tray of coffee is not ideal for business. Nor is watching the other men in the meetings ogling her and wishing that I could punch them in the face.

To be honest, I’m surprised I haven’t thought of this plan earlier.

I’ve wanted children for years, and Abby is one of those young women who absolutely drips fertility.

She’ll be the perfect mother.

The only problem is, I’m pretty sure she hates me.

When I took over as chief executive of Thelion, she was an intern. I saw her and had to have her. I gave in to weakness and hired her as my assistant, simply because I knew if I didn’t I was going to have to make ridiculous excuses to keep that perfect ass within sight every day.

She tried to quit as soon as I offered her the job until I added a substantial pay raise.

And given that she’s my assistant, she barely speaks to me unless she has to.

When she does, it’s with this wide-eyed, deer in the headlights expression that makes me think I’ve offended her.

Sometimes I make an effort — something that I never do with employees, as a rule — to ask about her life. All I get is one-word answers.

It’s frustrating. I’ve never struggled with a woman before. Abby isn’t just a tough nut to crack, she’s impossible. It’s like every time we have a moment alone, she shuts down.

I shrug away those thoughts. What I need her to agree to today is nothing more than a simple business deal. And negotiating business is squarely within my realm of expertise.

I roll up my sleeves and walk across to her office, pulling the door shut behind me.

“Abby,” I say, taking a seat in front of her desk.

“Yes, sir?” She glances at me from behind her computer display. As if it wasn’t enough for her to have mouth-watering curves, she’s pretty, too. Pale creamy skin that contrasts with her dark hair, wide brown eyes, and plush lips that send a dirty thrill right through my body.

I clear my throat. “There’s something I want to discuss with you.”

That gets her attention. I watch a flicker of fear pass over her face. I don’t know what I’ve done to make her so scared of me. Compared to the rest of Thelion, Abby has gold-plated treatment. Hell, I even added dental cover to her employment contract when I gave her a pay raise.

“It’s nothing bad,” I clarify. “Your job is not at risk. Nothing like that. In fact, it’s not about work at all.”

Abby nods slowly, biting her lower lip and glancing up at me from under her eyelashes. Her soft brown eyes are filled with questions.

Just spit it out, Spencer. You’re making the poor girl nervous.

I clear my throat. “Abby, I’ve decided I want to have a child.”

Abby’s peach-pink lips curve into a warm smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. I wonder why. “Congratulations, sir. I’m happy for you and your girlfriend.”

I let a laugh out of my nose. “I don’t have a girlfriend, Abby.”

Not since six months ago, when I accidentally called her by your name during sex…

Her brow creases in confusion. “You got married? I didn’t realize?—”

“No, Abby. I broke up with Eliza last year.”

“Sorry, sir? I’m confused. Who are you going to have a child with?”

I sigh. “That’s what I’ve been trying to decide, Abby. I don’t want to wait to start the family that I want.”

I slide the contract onto the desk. Abby glances down, her soft brown eyes widening and her frown deepening when she sees her name written there.

“What is this?”

“An offer. I want you to be the mother of my children, Abby.”

A blush spreads over her cheeks. Her words tumble out in a rush. “What do you mean? How?—”

“I’ve had my lawyers draw up these terms. So that there’s no misunderstanding. It would be an entirely professional arrangement, with doctors and clinics involved.”

I watch her face carefully. She chews her bottom lip as she thinks it over. A terrible habit, especially given how perfect those pink lips are, but one that I’ve noticed she often falls back into when she’s deep in thought.

Her glossy black hair is swept up into a ponytail today. As she tilts her head, it falls forward over one shoulder.

“You want me to have your baby?” Her voice is husky with disbelief. Is it just me or does she sound… excited?

“Yes.” One long beat passes, heat sparking in the air between us, and I feel the need to take a step back before I do something I can’t take back. “To be clear, I am not sexually propositioning you, Abby. I am making you an offer. It’s a temporary contract job, I suppose.”

She pulls the papers towards her and gives me a small nod.

“I’ll read all this and think about it, sir.”

“Soon, Abby. By the end of the week. You know me… I’m an impatient man once I’ve decided on a plan.”

Her lips lift into a genuine smile, and her soft gaze meets mine for one intoxicating second. “Oh, I know, sir.”

As she returns to her work, I’m already regretting the fact that I’ve made this all so professional. The forms clearly state that there will be no physical contact between us.

All that has to happen is Abby has to be assessed by the doctors, sign the agreements, and then I jerk off in some impersonal room. In another room, my sample will be transferred into her no-doubt absolutely perfect pussy.

And then, after a few tries, my 22-year-old assistant will be pregnant. With my baby.

I return to my office trying to hide my obvious hard-on at the thought of it.

Fuck. Is it wrong that this isn’t just deal-making, on my part? That some part of me is getting off on the thought of my 22-year-old assistant carrying my baby?

The way Abby ducked her head and blushed, as if I was making anything other than a business proposition, is playing through my head on a loop.

I’m probably dreaming, but I thought for a second that she looked excited about the idea.

Which is ridiculous.

It’s a shame that we’re doing this through a clinic, but I’m not about to fuck my assistant. No matter how much I might want to.