HIS BABY: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance

by April Lust

  “This is good.” I chewed and swallowed, savoring the rich taste of cheese and butter. Devin had included some sautéed mushrooms and peppers, and that along with the tangy scent of cheddar was enough to make me drool even though I’d already started eating. He’d even garnished the top with a fresh sprig of parsley. The whole damn thing was incredible. I couldn’t believe it. I was even scraping the plate for traces of butter and cheese when I was done.

  Devin grinned as he reached down and took my plate. “So, you liked it?”

  I tried to keep from begging him immediately for a second omelet. “I loved it.” I groaned and looked down at my lap. “And my thighs already look bigger!”

  Devin chuckled. He set the plates in the sink and began rinsing off the grease. “And I used real butter, too. You’re gonna have to starve for a week in order to make up for eating that.”

  I sat up straighter in my dining room chair. “Well, that’s fine,” I said. “I don’t mind. It was worth it.”

  “Maybe later, I can make dinner,” Devin said. He frowned. “I gotta make a call,” he said. “I’ll be right in the dining room. Just stay here, okay?”

  I nodded. As he left the room, I felt a small wave of panic wash over my body. I shivered. I knew I was being ridiculous, but with Devin around, I just felt so much safer. It was crazy to admit that I felt alone after he’d merely left the room.

  You’re really losing it, I thought as I glared down at my hands in my lap. Next thing you know, you’re gonna tell him that you want him to move in full-time.

  Devin’s voice was low and gravelly from the dining room. I couldn’t understand him very well, but I had a feeling he was talking to someone from his club. My heart sank as I heard his commands become more serious with each passing second. I knew that this situation wasn’t sustainable; after all, it wasn’t like Devin was hanging around because he wanted to. I was a job, a virtual package. I was the reason he was getting paid and the reason he’d be able to help his club. I swallowed as I remembered our conversation from the other night: Devin wasn’t here because he wanted to be. It was just because I was paying him more than any of the other guarding gigs available.

  After what felt like an eternity, Devin joined me once again in the kitchen. We sat down at the table in my breakfast nook.

  “So, what was that all about?” I leaned forward and crossed my arms, pushing my breasts together into a nice cleavage. “You were on the phone for a while. You never struck me as much of a chatty guy before now.”

  Devin shook his head. It was clear that my jokes weren’t going to work on him at the moment. “I called Troy, my right-hand guy,” he said. “I told him that he really needs to work on finding out who this asshole is.”

  “Oh,” I said softly. “Do you think he’ll find out soon?”

  Devin got up from his chair and walked around the table. He pulled me into his arms and stroked my hair. “I don’t know, babe,” Devin said. The sensation of his hot breath against my neck was enough to send shivers down my body.

  “But you’re staying?”

  “I can’t leave you now,” Devin said. My heart leapt. For a moment, I wondered if he was going to confess to having feelings for me. “You know I couldn’t do that, Katia. I can’t leave you alone and vulnerable. That’s not fair to you, not until we find out who this asshole is.”

  “Oh,” I said softly. “Devin, I’m scared. I really thought that everything was over now. Things have been so quiet for the past few days.” I groaned in his arms as Devin pulled me closer, pressing his groin against my hips. He wasn’t hard, but I could feel his cock through the thin pajama pants and it was all I could do not to shove my hand down stroke him until he was rock hard.

  “I know, babe,” Devin said. He kissed the top of my head. “But I’ll stay here until you’re safe. You don’t have to worry about anything bad happening. I’m right here next to you.”

  I nodded. I didn’t feel safe; I felt numb. I knew that I shouldn’t want someone stalking and harassing me, but as soon as it was over, Devin would be gone. I wondered whether or not I’d feel safe after all of this was over. Just because it happened once didn’t mean that it couldn’t happen again, and suddenly I had a flash of fear. What if I spent my whole life falling in love with unavailable men just because they were guarding me?

  Devin slipped his fingers under my chin and tilted it up until my eyes were staring right at his. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, and I moaned softly as Devin crushed my head to his. Our lips met. His tasted like butter and salt, and slowly, Devin slipped his tongue into my mouth. The sensation of his body against mine and his mouth on my own made me weak in the knees. I closed my eyes and felt them roll back into my head as Devin nibbled on my lower lip and stroked my tongue with his own. He was such an incredible kisser. So desperate, so hungry.

  Like he really needs me, I thought as I kissed Devin back with equal ardor.

  Devin wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me gently into the air. I wrapped my legs around his strong, muscular abdomen. As he carried me into the bedroom, I was barely aware of moving through time and space. Being held in Devin’s arms was the most comforting feeling in the world. It wasn’t even being safe; it was more like being completely tucked away and hidden from the world. It was like Devin and I were the only two people left alive, and we somehow had to nourish our connection, make it grow by loving each other.

  Devin set me down on the bed with a gentle thud. I tangled my hands in his unruly dark hair and tugged his head close to mine. My lips felt raw, flayed in the cool air of the bedroom before Devin’s hot mouth plastered itself against my own. As he climbed on top of me, my back crushed against the silk of the sheets. They’d cooled since we’d woken up together, but now I could feel the material heating underneath my body with the intense passion that swarmed around Devin and me.

  “Mm, God,” I moaned softly into Devin’s mouth. He sucked on my lower lip, sending sensational thrills through my body, and slid his hands down my silky lingerie. My breasts sprang to life at his touch, and I felt my nipples grow stiff and sensitive as Devin brushed against them through the fabric of my peignoir. He knew exactly how to touch me. His touch was both rough and gentle, – and I closed my eyes and arched my back as Devin’s hands glided over my stomach and between my thighs.

  “You’re so sexy,” Devin growled. He leaned closer and nipped at my neck. Then he slowly began to suck in a tantalizing way that filled my body with erotic fireworks. I knew I should push him away because I’d have a big hickey if I didn’t, but the sensation was too pleasurable. I began to writhe and twist against Devin’s body. He gripped both of my wrists with one of his large hands and pinned them over my head until my fingers were grazing the headboard. As Devin spread my legs with his free hand, he crawled in between them and pressed a knee against my silk-covered labia. I moaned loudly and threw my head back. My wet hair clung to my forehead in unruly strands but for once, I no longer cared about what I looked like. Devin lowered his face to my chest. He nuzzled my stiff nipples through the pink silk and I groaned, desperately wanting him to take the aroused flesh into his mouth. Finally, he began gently sucking one of my hard nipples through the thin silk of my peignoir. It felt incredible. Tiny fireworks exploded between my legs as Devin continued to gently rub his knee against my crotch while sucking on my nipple.

  Straining against his grip, I tried to move my arms, but Devin held me firm. I had the overwhelming sensation of pleasure, enhanced by the fact I couldn’t move at all. Instead, I groaned and shifted my hips against his body. I wanted more, more, more – I wanted all of Devin. I wanted him to fill me with his cock, to cum inside of me until he was drained and dry and exhausted. Growling with lust, I finally managed to free my wrists from Devin’s grasp. Reaching down, I slid my fingers down the waistband of his pajama pants and pulled them away from his skin.

  When I saw his hard cock, I gasped again. He was so beautiful. He was the sexiest man I’d ever seen, clo
thed or naked. Naked, he looked like a statue of a Greek god. His flesh was like sculpted marble, like the finest and most costly material in the world. As I slid my hands down his perfectly muscled torso, Devin groaned softly in the back of his throat. The sound was just enough to jolt my arousal into overdrive, and I tangled my fingers in his pubic hair and gently tugged until he’d crawled closer between my legs.

  I smirked up at Devin as I slid my hands down my body and parted my silk peignoir. As he pressed the head of his hard erection against my soaking labia, I moaned and arched my back. I wrapped my legs around Devin’s waist to pull his cock inside of my pussy. I was so wet that there was already a massive wet spot underneath of me on the silk, and Devin’s cock felt so good. As he slid inside of me, he let out a loud moan of delight.

  Devin leaned over my body. He was breathing hard, and I could feel his chest heaving with the effort of his arousal. As he moved against me, his cock slid all the way inside until he was buried to the hilt. I moaned and squirmed; the sensation was overwhelming and incredible. I could barely breathe as Devin began to pulse his hips on top of me, gliding in and out of my soaked pussy with incredible ease.

  After a few seconds, I felt my own breath begin to catch. Tightening my grip around Devin’s waist, I pressed my hips against his and began to rock my body in the same slick, sensual rhythm. We moved together like a well-oiled machine, Devin pumping in and out of me like a piston. His cock filled me so perfectly that it seemed as though we had been designed for each other. As Devin tangled his fingers in my hair and yanked my neck back, I let out a shuddering moan. His hot lips and tongue found a sensitive spot on my neck, and I cried out with pleasure as his tongue swirled warmly over my skin.

  The room was soon filled with the heated, musky perfume of lovemaking. I closed my eyes and breathed in it, savoring the scent of Devin and myself together. His fingers found my nipples and began toying with them; as he pinched one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, I grunted softly and cried out. The sensations that filled my body were so incredible that I could barely stand it. I was having trouble breathing. Somehow, holding oxygen in my chest made the delightful fireworks between my legs seem all the more powerful, but I gritted my teeth and ground my hips against Devin’s frame with all of my might.

  Suddenly, Devin pulled away. Before I could ask what had happened, he dug his fingers into my hip and flipped me over on the bed. Devin slapped the insides of my thighs, and eagerly, I spread my legs again. As Devin mounted my thighs, his soaked cock slid inside me. I gasped at the sensation of being taken from behind; it was somehow even stronger than when I’d been lying on my back, seconds before. Devin tightened his grip around the back of my neck and furiously fucked me as we bounced together on the bed. My face was buried in his pillow, and I bit the pillow to stifle the moans as Devin’s fingers slid around to the front of my body. Seconds later, I felt his strong grip rubbing my clit.

  It was too much to bear. I held my breath until I thought I was going to explode from lack of air. The delicious exploding pangs in my lower belly reached an all-time high, and I let out a loud wail into the silk pillowcase as my fierce orgasm began to tear through my body. Devin could feel it, too. He was shuddering and bucking on top of me, his cock pulsating with the force of his own perfect climax.

  I’d had orgasms before, but nothing like this. It was even better than the last time Devin, and I had slept together. Our bodies moved in a furious rhythm, milking each other of all energy and lust. I groaned in delight as I felt Devin’s cock spasm once more inside of me. As he pulled out, I shivered on the silken sheets.

  Devin rolled me onto my side, using my hipbones as a handlebar. “Hey,” he said. He smirked at me. “That was incredible.”

  I licked my lips; they were salty with my sweat, and the remains of breakfast. A thick musk hung heavy in the air, and I breathed in, saving each moment.

  “It was,” I said softly. I could feel that my face was hot and flushed. My heart was still thumping in my chest, and I was shaking from the insanely powerful orgasm that had just ripped through my body like a hurricane through a small beach town.

  “What’s wrong?” Devin frowned. He ran a hand through his dark hair, making it stand on end. I giggled. He looked so silly like that, even with his dozens of biker tattoos. “Is everything okay?”

  I nodded. “I need to talk to Anya,” I said. “You think I could go out to lunch with her?”

  Devin’s frown grew deeper. “That’s not a good idea,” he said. “Come on, Katia. You know that. Don’t be stupid.”

  “I feel better,” I insisted. It wasn’t exactly a lie because I did feel much better about everything after having such amazing sex with Devin. But now I was worried about something else entirely, and it wasn’t something I wanted to discuss with Devin.

  “I don’t give a shit if you feel better,” Devin said. His tone was infuriatingly calm, and suddenly I felt a hot burst of anger explode in my chest. “My job is to make sure that you stay in one piece, and I don’t know how sure of a deal that is if you plan on goin’ out all the fucking time.”

  “What the hell?” I stood up and put my hands on my naked hips. The chill air in the room was enough to make my nipples grow hard once more, but I knew I had to ignore the way Devin was looking at my body or else things would be even worse. “You can’t control me, Devin!”

  “I know,” Devin said. He licked his lips. “God help the man who tries to control you.” He smiled with his mouth, but his eyes stared hard and angry. “What the hell is so important about seeing Anya right now, anyway?”

  I frowned. “I have a very important schedule, you know,” I said. I walked over to my dressed and pulled out a pair of jeans and a sweater. Without putting on panties or a bra, I slid the jeans over my hips and buttoned them smoothly over my flat tummy. Devin’s eyes didn’t leave my body as I pulled the sweater over my head and smoothed my still-damp tangled of blonde hair.

  Devin rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he muttered. “Call her and set something up. I’ll stand guard outside while you eat.”

  I blinked. I hadn’t actually expected him to agree. Even though that was exactly what I’d wanted to hear, it hurt somehow. It made me think that Devin didn’t even care. It reminded me that I was just a job to him.

  A job and a warm hole, I thought as I wrapped my arms tightly around the sweater covering my abdomen. And that’s all I’ll ever be.

  With Devin’s eyes still watching me, I picked up my phone and dialed Anya. Bless her, she answered on the first ring.

  “Katia? Is everything okay?”

  I nodded, forgetting temporarily that Anya wasn’t in the room to see me. “Yeah,” I said softly. “Hey, do you feel like getting a coffee?”

  “Right now?”

  “I have to talk to you,” I said. “It’s important.”

  “Don’t you just want me to come over there? I have some things for you anyway. Katia, you’ll need to go through your closets and pick out some things to donate. Remember, the Youth Charity auction is coming up! Last year, those shoes you wore in the Vogue photo-shoot landed over three hundred thousand dollars, remember?”

  I had to laugh. Anya’s excitement, though not infectious, reminded me again how great at her job she was.

  “Okay,” I said. “I mean, coffee first. Then maybe you can come over, and we’ll pick out some stuff for the auction, okay?”

  “Okay.” Anya paused. “I’m downtown. Feel like meeting me at The Coffee Shack?”

  “I’ll be there,” I said dryly. “See you in twenty.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Katia

  I paced nervously back and forth inside of The Coffee Shack waiting for Anya. Devin was standing guard outside not even trying to look discreet. He had one hand clapped to the gun holster at his side, and he was prowling around like he owned the place. I licked my dry lips as he crossed from one corner of the street to the other.

  “Hi!” I turned around to see Anya standin
g there, breathless and holding about a million packages. She set them down on the floor, then cried cramming them under the table where I’d sat with my most recent designer handbag purchase.

  “Hi,” I said. “How are you?”

  Anya frowned. She wiped her hand against her forehead and sighed. Her brown hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, and the only makeup she wore was a swipe of terracotta lipstick on her mouth.

  “I’m not great,” Anya said “Look, Katia, there’s something we have to talk about.”

  “I know.” I nodded. “That’s exactly why I called you here.”

  Anya frowned. “I’m not sure you understand,” she said. I stared at her. What the hell was going on? Was my personal assistant suddenly my personal psychic?

  “Okay,” I said nervously. “What did you want to talk about? Besides the charity auction, of course.”

  Anya rifled through her oversized cloth purse and handed me a folder. “This came this morning,” she said. “Someone left it on the seat of my car when I was out earlier getting coffee.”