by London Casey
Cole walked to his desk and slammed his left hand down to it.
I didn’t say a word.
I crouched down and started to clean up the papers.
They weren’t too far out of order, which was good.
When I collected them back in the correct order, I put them on Cole’s desk.
“Anything else?” I asked.
“Share a ride out of here in about an hour?” Cole offered.
“Of course,” I said.
“Good.” There was a pause for a second. “Go find me something to drink, Maya.”
Cole shut the door to the apartment and lunged for me.
Just as I lunged for him.
I jumped into his arms and we started to kiss.
“Wait,” I said. I pulled away. “You were an asshole to me today.”
“I had a bad day,” he said.
We kissed again.
He started to walk toward the bedroom.
“You… yelled… at… me…”
Each word coming in between kisses.
Cole moved his lips to my neck. I put my head back and sighed.
“You didn’t listen to me,” he said. “And it was a shit day. Deal with it.”
He took me to the bedroom and I put my feet to the floor.
I grabbed for his tie and yanked on it.
He pulled the tie back, loosened it and took it off.
“Was it because of the meeting with Mr. Pickle?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Cole said as he began to unbutton his shirt. I stepped forward and smacked his hands out of the way to do it myself. His hands went for my ass, playing. “He’s fucking messing around with the deal now. It was all there ready to be signed. Now it’s not.”
“What happened?” I asked as I slid his shirt off.
His white undershirt was next.
I clawed at the thing like it was on fire.
“Are we really doing this again?” Cole asked.
His hands moved to the bottom of my shirt and he stopped.
“Doing what?” I asked.
“We argue all day at work and then come home and fuck. And talk about work while we fuck.”
“That’s our thing, Cole,” I said. “Deal with it.”
Cole lifted my shirt and I put my arms up for him.
He always looked at my belly after he took my shirt off.
There was still a big part of me that felt so self-conscious about it. I mean, there was no stopping my stomach getting bigger. It was supposed to happen.
I was pregnant. Duh.
His eyes moved to my chest, I reached back and unsnapped my bra.
He opened his pants and shoved them down, boxers too, his amazing cock hanging free, already mostly hard.
Before my bra hit the floor, Cole moved toward me, cupping my breasts, kissing me.
I put my head back and stared at the ceiling.
I never appreciated the infatuation with boobs until I realized what Cole could do with his tongue. Maybe it was the pregnancy thing and my body being extra sensitive, but what he did to my nipples sent signals right between my legs. I swore two days ago I came because of him kissing my breasts and nipples.
Cole pulled away with a wet kissing sound. “He’s not sure of some of the financials. He thinks they’re inflated.”
I reached forward and grabbed Cole’s cock with both my hands. My right hand gripping tight at his thick root. My other hand freely traveling up and down his amazing size and girth.
“Fuck him then,” I said. “He’s being a greedy prick,”
“No shit, love,” Cole said.
He opened my pants and slipped his right hand down the front.
He curled around my mound, his fingertips pressing against wet skin.
I jumped to my toes and groaned.
His middle finger was like a magnet to my clit.
It almost pissed me off how aware Cole was of my body. There was no digging and searching for my clit like some guys were known for. Cole knew everything. Every spot. And he knew what to do when he got there…
As the tip of his finger teased my clit, my hips rocked back and forth.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. “Just… put him on the spot…”
“What?” Cole asked.
His lips kissed up my chest.
My left hand moved over the full tip of his cock and I squeezed.
“Put him on the spot,” I said.
Cole lifted his head from my chest.
We both stepped out of our pants at the same time.
“What do you mean, Maya?” Cole asked.
My left hand slid down his beautiful cock and I paused again.
“Tell him shit or get off the pot,” I said. “It’s been long enough. You don’t have time for his bullshit anymore. You’re bigger and better than him. Fuck him. You don’t need his stupid money anymore.”
“That’s not the smartest move in the world,” Cole said.
“Neither is knocking up your secretary, but we’re doing okay,” I said with a grin.
Cole kissed me and guided me to the bed.
I pulled at his cock, wanting him inside me right fucking now.
He lowered himself down and that first rush of pressure and pleasure was better than any other feeling in the world.
I put my head back and let out a long groan.
Cole kissed my chest. Then my breasts.
He always took it slow at first.
Gently fucking me.
Trust me, that felt really good.
But I needed more.
Somewhere in his idiot guy mind, he thought his cock was big enough to hurt the baby. Which just proved that no matter how many times you show a guy a picture of a woman’s body, they have no idea what they’re actually looking at. Other than boobs, a clit, and two holes. One that was okay to enjoy. The other… optional depending on personal preference.
I reached down and dug my nails into his firm ass and pulled.
That was the cue to fuck me.
To really, really fuck me.
Which he did.
The workday floated away.
My ass boss became the greatest sex of my life.
Cockhead Cole transformed into Elevator Guy like a man turning into a wolf in some cheesy scary movie.
I moved my hands from his ass to his face and I pulled him down to kiss me.
His right hand grabbed my left breast and he grunted into my mouth.
I wrapped my ankles around his lower back and kept pulling, wanting and demanding more.
This was our routine.
Sex after work…
Sex before bed…
Sleeping together all night…
Sex in the morning…
Getting pregnant was maybe the best thing that had ever happened to me.
I wore a bathrobe that was like a blanket.
Cole ordered takeout and we sat on my bed and talked, ate, and laughed.
He took a shower - alone for once - and I kind of just got lost in everything.
The whole hiding thing really sucked at first.
Now I was used to it.
At work, everyone knew I was pregnant.
It was none of their business about it though.
I really didn’t care if there were rumors or not.
All that mattered was that the baby was healthy.
And I trusted Cole.
There was still that one thing…
Nobody from my former life knew.
I had talked to Connie and Jen plenty of times. And they still didn’t know.
My mother didn’t know.
I was too far along to try and hide it too. Which meant I was going to catch hell when they all found out.
Cole entered the bedroom in nothing but a towel.
Wet hair. Sexy eyes. Damp muscles. The V line that made my mouth water.
My mind was suddenly cleared of anything important.
Or so I thought.
“Cole. I didn’t tell anyo
ne yet.”
“What?”
“About the baby. Anyone back home. Where I’m from.”
“You should,” he said.
“And say what? Can I tell them about you?”
Cole swallowed hard. “I don’t know…”
“I can just say I’m with someone. It’s new and unexpected but we’re doing good. Right? Are we doing good?”
Cole walked to the bed and leaned over me. “We’re better than good, love. We’re fucking amazing.”
His right hand slipped into my robe and he flirted with my breast.
I reached forward and opened the towel, wanting his cock again.
We kissed.
All that serious stuff went out the window again, for good.
He climbed on top of me and there was the night…
I woke up to my phone beeping.
It was morning.
The alarm was going off.
I was naked in bed with Cole.
His front to my back. His cock slithering up my back.
His right hand around the front of my body, cupping my left breast.
I reached for the alarm and snoozed it.
When I moved my arm I felt something wet.
Wet…?
Wet between my legs was one thing.
This was wet…
I looked down and gasped.
My right nipple was… leaking.
A thin, white droplet touched Cole’s forearm.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered.
I elbowed Cole and when he moved his left hand, I was soaked.
My breast was soaked. The sheets were soaked.
His hand…
“Fuck,” I said. “Cole…”
He groaned and started to wake up. “What’s wrong, Maya?”
I kicked away from him and sat up.
I looked down at my chest and…
My face burned red hot.
I was leaking milk.
I jumped up and ran to the bathroom.
I slammed the door and locked it.
I hovered over the sink and took a few deep breaths.
My hands and body were shaking.
What the fuck…
I looked at my reflection and my cheeks were bright red.
I had leaked milk in my sleep. I had leaked milk into Cole’s hand. And on his arm.
“Oh, no,” I whispered.
There was a knock at the door. “Maya? Are you okay?”
“Go away, Cole,” I called.
“Maya, please. It’s okay.”
“I said go away!” I yelled.
There was silence.
For a second.
“Maya, it’s supposed to happen,” Cole’s voice said. “It’s normal. It’s fine. Your body is doing something amazing right now. You’re amazing, love. It doesn’t bother me. It shouldn’t bother you.”
“It’s embarrassing,” I said. “I feel like I’m fat. And now my boobs… ohgod…”
“Maya,” Cole said. He knocked again. “Come on, love. I’m still here. You’re beautiful.”
I took a deep, shaky breath and I reached for the door.
I unlocked it.
Cole opened the door and stepped into the bathroom.
My face was still burning red hot.
I looked at Cole and he smiled.
“It’s not funny,” I said.
“I think it is,” he said. “Maybe I was squeezing you in my sleep.”
“Oh, yeah… what were you doing? Dreaming you worked on a farm and you were milking the cows?”
“You’re not a cow, Maya.”
“I feel like one. Look at me.”
Cole laughed.
I hated him again.
He stepped up behind me and I put my right hand across my chest.
He gently grabbed my wrist and moved my hands away.
My nipples were glistening but no longer leaking.
Cole slowly moved his hand over my breasts and held me against his body.
“I’m not going anywhere, Maya,” he said. “I’m here for this.”
“I’m leaking my milk,” I whispered.
“That’s okay.”
“Is it?”
“Yes, love. But I do have one question?”
“What?”
Cole grinned. “Do you have any cereal to go with the milk?”
He laughed.
I fought the urge to laugh.
All I wanted to do was hate him.
But I was actually starting to fall in love with him.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Cole
My right hand cupped her breast, gently squeezing, but squeezing with purpose.
I wanted her to feel as beautiful as she looked to me.
My left hand stayed flat on the bed as my right leg moved over hers so I could fuck her deeper.
This was Maya’s favorite position and that wasn’t something I would ever complain about.
I lowered my lips down to her shoulder and kissed.
I thrust harder at her and she turned her head.
She exhaled hard, her morning breath colliding with mine.
I needed her lips and her tongue.
We started to kiss and my fingers casually began to pinch at her nipple.
Maya elbowed me and smacked my hand away.
“What are you doing?” she asked mid-kiss.
“Nothing,” I said. “I’m fucking you.”
“You’re pinching my nipple,” she said. “Are you trying to…”
“What? No.”
Maya squeezed her legs tight together and jerked her hips forward.
Trying to get away from my eager cock.
I sucked in a breath because that pressure was… fuck.
“You have a thing for that?” Maya asked. “I give one milk show by accident and now you’re lining up to buy tickets.”
I smiled at her. “No, Maya. You just… you amaze me. That’s all.”
“I amaze you?”
“Yeah. Your body. The changes.”
“Oh, don’t ever say that again,” she said.
She moved away from me.
My cock plopped down to the bed, hard, glistening, pissed off that the fun was over too soon.
“I’m not a science project,” she said as she sat up.
“I didn’t say that,” I said. I reached for her sides as I sat up too. Maya locked her elbows to my hands. “Listen, love, I’m amazed by it all. Our one moment and one night is this now. It’s a good thing.”
“You’re not the one having your body ripped apart.”
“I’m telling you, Maya, I think every change makes you more beautiful.”
She turned her head and her lip rose high into the air. “Is that the best you’ve got?”
“Did it work?” I asked.
“Only because I have a thing too.”
“Oh?”
“You want to pinch my nipples and see milk squirt?” Maya asked. “Well, my thing is I really like morning sex.”
I moved my right hand around her body to her breasts and kissed the back of her left shoulder blade.
“Then we don’t have time to waste,” I said. “I heard your boss is a total dickhead.”
Maya groaned. “He’s more of a cockhead, if you ask me.”
“I hate the legal shit, Cole,” Mr. Pickle said as he sat with his hands folded on his large stomach. “I hate it all. They pick and they poke and if they find even the smallest fucking word that doesn’t make sense…” He shook his head. “But that’s their job.”
“I’m going to say something you won’t like,” I said. “I think you’re stalling.”
“Me?”
“Yeah.”
“Why would I do that?”
“You’re probably looking at some other investments. And there’s two roads. If you spend money, it could look bad for the short term. Or… if you take on this company, you know your net worth is going to shoot up again, which could make things a little expens
ive for you. I get that. Every dollar counts. Fuck, that’s how you built your empire. Nothing was handed to you. Your first business was selling two types of tea. Sweet tea. And unsweetened tea. Why? Because you knew everyone in the area was sick of lemonade.”
Mr. Pickle laughed. “Cole, you are one son of a bitch, you know that?”
“I don’t give up on something I want,” I said. “But I’m also not too proud to walk away.”
Mr. Pickle frowned. “Now I feel like you’re threatening me.”
My desk phone began to ring.
I ignored it.
“I’m not threatening anyone,” I said. “I’m just being real. It’s been weeks. It’s been…”
My voice trailed off.
I couldn’t believe how long it had been.
I measured the deal against Maya’s pregnancy.
That meant she was going to have the baby…
My cell phone vibrated against my desk.
I looked at the text from Maya.
Sorry to bother you. Your brother is on the phone. Dr. Vulvafuck?
I gritted my teeth.
“You have another meeting?” Mr. Pickle asked.
“No,” I said. “Just typical work stuff. I have a phone call I need to take.” An idea hit me. “I’m sorry to say this, Mr. Pickle, but there are other companies now looking at us. I’ve been pushing them away the best I can.”
“So now you’re going to fuck me?” Mr. Pickle asked.
I smiled. “No. I’m not your type. You like young blondes with big tits.”
Mr. Pickle laughed. “Hey, if you don’t mind me saying, your secretary… did she get some work done to her chest?”
My anger went from minimal to me picturing throwing Mr. Pickle out a window.
“I don’t know about that stuff,” I said.
“Well, whoever she used, that guy deserves a raise,” Mr. Pickle said. “They are so natural. And full. And-”
I jumped up. “Let’s call this meeting for now. We’re both getting tense and exhausted.”
“I’m fine,” Mr. Pickle said.
My desk phone started to ring again.
“I need to get that call,” I said. “And I need you to make a decision. Is this happening or not?”
Mr. Pickle didn’t offer to shake my hand.
He pointed at me. “These deals are all about leverage. We’ll talk soon. I want to stop by your secretary’s office and say hello. Get a look at those tits.”