His Perfect BabyA Miracle Baby Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  She’s a fucking clever girl.

  I should be pissed. I should be livid. We’re supposed to launch soon and now she’s forcing me to create a brand new system that I never intended on developing. But god damn it, I’m not mad at all.

  In fact, I’m fucking hard.

  My pulse is rocketing. I’m so excited I can barely contain myself. This is the sexiest she’s ever been to me. Sure, she’s costing me time and money and making me look bad in front of Olivia, but fuck it, I don’t care at all. I find it so fucking attractive that she’s using her brain to get what she wants, and in the end, I have no doubt that my company is going to improve because of this.

  Olivia quickly changes the subject, evidently as taken off guard as I was. She glances at me when she gets a chance, clearly angry, but I don’t give a shit.

  I only have eyes for Emma. She looks radiant, fucking glowing. She fields a few more questions from the men with grace and ease, even at one point making the men laugh, which is rare from them in a meeting like this.

  Olivia drives things for the next hour, but Emma’s the star. Soon, we finish things up, and we all shake hands again.

  “Gentlemen, I think Olivia can show you down to the warehouse for a demonstration,” I say.

  “Yes, of course,” Olivia says. She throws me a dirty look as she walks past. You better explain later, it says, and I just give her a grin.

  “Thank you, gentlemen,” I say. “I’ll be joining you shortly.”

  They all leave as a group. Emma hangs back, still in the room. I close the door, stepping back into the conference room.

  “Sit down,” I say to her.

  She sits. “I’m sorry,” she says right away. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

  I nod, and go up to the first window. I start to twist the shade, closing it. “You should be sorry,” I say.

  “Please, David, I panicked. Really, I didn’t mean to do that.”

  “You understand that I’ll have to deliver now, don’t you?” I go up to the next shade and slowly close it. “They’ll expect it. They were clearly taken with the idea.”

  “I’m sorry,” she says again. “It’s a good idea, though.”

  I stop and look at her. “Can you make it?”

  She blinks. “Excuse me?”

  “Can you make the algorithm?”

  She takes a breath. “With Sven’s team,” she says. “I can do it.”

  “How long?”

  She lets out her breath. “Six weeks.”

  I snort. “You have three.”

  “Fine.”

  I nod and finish closing the blinds, one after the other. When I’m done, I turn to her, arms crossed.

  “Stand up,” I say.

  She bites her lip. “Are you going to fire me?”

  “No,” I say. “I just gave you the biggest project of your life. But your career is going to depend on it now.”

  She nods a little bit. “I won’t disappoint you.”

  “No,” I say softly. “You won’t. Now turn around.”

  She hesitates then does as I ask. I loosen my tie and slowly take it off.

  “Bend over,” I say. “Palms flat on the desk.”

  She watches me, her eyes wide, and does as I say. I drape my tie over a chair and slowly roll up my sleeves. When I’m done, I walk over to her and reach around her hips, finding the opening of her slacks, unbuttoning the front and unzipping her. I tug her slacks down over her hips, and I can hear her breath coming faster.

  “What are you doing?” she asks me.

  “Did you think you’d get away with this without any punishment at all?” I get her pants down around her ankles and guide them over one foot. I spread her legs wide and slowly stand back up, hands rubbing from her ankles up to her firm ass.

  She’s wearing a blue lacy thong, and I smirk at her. “Did you expect someone to see these?” I ask, snapping the band of her panties.

  She shakes her head. “No.”

  “Liar.” I step back and I spank her ass.

  She groans, head tossed back. “What are you doing?”

  “Punishing you,” I growl. I spank her again. “You spoke out of turn and embarrassed me. I’m going to have to explain all this to Olivia, and she’s not going to be happy. The Chinese are going to expect this product, and if you fail, it’s going to be my company on the line.” I spank her ass again, harder. “You may have fucked me, Emma.”

  “No,” she groans. “I didn’t fuck you. I’m going to deliver. I promise, I can do this.”

  “You better,” I say, taking a handful of her hair. “And you know what?”

  “What?” she breathes as I pull her panties down, sliding them over her thighs, down between her knees, pulling her hair back as I bend her over.

  “I believe in you.” I slide my hand over her pussy, teasing her clit. “I really do believe in you.” I slide two fingers deep inside of her, and she lets out an incredibly satisfying moan.

  “David,” she groans. “Someone might walk in here.”

  “Nobody’s going to come in here,” I say, slowly sliding my fingers in and out of her little pussy. I push her forward, down onto her elbows, still bent over the conference room table. “You’re all mine, and it’s time for you to take your punishment.”

  She gasps and moans as I fuck that tight pussy with my fingers. I release her hair and drop down to my knees, spreading her ass wide and licking her top to bottom, tasting every inch of her. She gasps and groans, and I slap her ass again as I tongue her pussy. She wiggles her hips against my mouth and I love her taste, her dripping little pussy like nothing I’ve ever had before. I push my tongue in deeper and want every single part of her. My cock’s so hard I can barely breathe and I want more, but this is about her, not about me.

  I turn her around and hoist her up onto the desk. I spread her legs wide, feet flat on the table. I pull her panties all the way off then drop them on the floor as I spread her nice and wide.

  I tease her pussy with my fingers first as she watches me, eyes wide, breathing heavy. I drop down between her thighs then and start to lick and suck her clit like a thirsty man drinking water for the first time.

  She grips my hair as I tongue her clit, fingers sliding inside her slit. She groans, moving her hips, and I grab onto her legs with my free hand. Her thighs tighten around my head but I force them apart. I went her wide open for me.

  I push my fingers deeper, sucking and licking her clit. “Oh fuck, aren’t you going to fuck me?” she moans.

  “No,” I say back, sliding my fingers nice and deep. “I’m not going to fuck you.”

  “What?” She groans, and I push her flat onto her back before sucking and licking her clit again.

  I fuck her pussy faster with my fingers and lick her clit. Her moans get louder as I go faster and deeper with my fingers and I know she’s close. I know she can’t take it anymore.

  “You have to fuck me,” she moans. “Oh god, you have to fuck me. I’m so close.”

  “Then come for me,” I say. “Because I’m not going to fuck you.”

  I don’t stop or slow down. I keep pushing her, fucking that pussy with my fingers, sucking and licking her clit. Her hands grip my hair tighter and I know she’s so close, inches away from coming. She wants my cock deep inside of her so badly it almost hurts, and that’s what I want her to feel. I want her to beg for it, and I still won’t give it to her.

  She pants my name, moaning, writhing, hips moving, and she finally gets pushed over the edge. She comes with her whole body again, right up against my mouth, and I don’t slow down. I want to taste it as she comes, I love every fucking second of it. She gasps, saying my name over and over and over.

  She slowly finishes. She props herself up on one elbow and looks at me as I smirk. I pick up my tie and wipe my fingers and my mouth off before tossing it onto the table beside her.

  “Keep that,” I say. “Remember what happens when you disappoint me every time you look at it.”


  She gapes as I smirk, grab my jacket, and leave the conference room. I shut the door behind me, my body still vibrating with a need for her, but that taste is going to have to hold me off for a little while.

  I have some work to do.

  11

  Emma

  David is such a bastard, but the night after he pulled me into that meeting, I get myself off in my bed before falling asleep just thinking about the way he touches me.

  I don’t know the last time I felt this way. David drives me crazy and pisses me off but I love it. I honestly can’t get enough of it. He makes me feel so good and come in ways I never even dreamed possible. I know he was angry about that meeting, but the way he punished me… well, I don’t think he was really all that pissed.

  The next day at work, Sven calls me into his office again. “I don’t know what you did,” he says to me, “but the move is canceled.”

  “We have a new project now, don’t we?”

  He nods. “We do. And you are to lead.”

  “Lead,” I repeat.

  “I’m still in charge,” he says, not breaking eye contact. “But you are lead developer. Does this please you?”

  I shrug a little bit, heart beat spiking. “I guess so.”

  “Good. If you fuck up, I fire you.”

  I nod. “Fine.”

  “Fine. Go now, explain to them what you do.” He waves at me, looking back to his computer. I get up and head for the door. “One more thing.” I stop and look back at him. “Make sure you tell them that you’re the reason we stay.”

  I nod a little bit and leave. I don’t know why he specifically wants me to tell them that last part, but I’ll do what he wants. I don’t want to piss Sven off anymore. I’ve already jerked this team around enough, so I better start playing ball.

  But now I’m the freaking lead. Sven is still our manager and he’ll allocate tasks, but I’m the lead developer. I’ll come up with the tasks and work closely with Sven to manage the whole project.

  It’s going to be crazy. I’ve never had to deal with something like this before, but here I am, all because I couldn’t keep my stupid mouth shut in that meeting.

  I walk out toward the cube farm and stop in the open space between Sven’s office and everyone else.

  “Excuse me?” I say loudly.

  Nobody answers. Mel pokes her head out, eyebrows raised.

  “Uh, everyone,” I say again. “This is important.

  “Hey, fuckfaces,” Mel says, standing up. “Emma’s talking to all you fucking assholes, so you better listen up.”

  I blink at her, shocked, and she smiles sweetly at me. One by one, all the others come out of their cubes and come over toward me, filling up the space fast.

  There are about ten of us. I thought there were fewer, but apparently some of these guys never leave their space. I take a deep breath and let it out. This is one of the oddest, ragtag groups, and now suddenly I’m leading it.

  “Okay, everyone,” I say. “We have a new project.”

  “What is it?” Larry says, interrupting.

  “She’ll get to that,” Mel snaps at him.

  “It’s probably something about the Mark 2,” Monk grumbles. “I mean, we’re moving there.”

  “Packing up all our shit and going to the middle of nowhere,” Ed adds. “I hate the satellite offices.”

  The group grumbles along these lines.

  “Everyone, shut up!” I say loudly.

  That gets their attention. Mel nods approvingly.

  “Listen up,” I say. “We’re not moving, okay? I saved your asses, and we’re staying right here. Okay?”

  There’s silence as everyone stares at me.

  “Seriously?” Larry finally asks.

  “Seriously,” I confirm. “We’re staying.”

  “Fuck, yes!” Ed says, laughing. “Good job, Emma!”

  “Great job,” Monk agrees, grinning.

  The tension suddenly eases, and everyone seems totally happy and willing to listen to the new project. I can’t believe it, but it turns out that they all cared more about moving to a satellite facility than they did about what they’re going to be working on.

  Sven told me to tell them they’re staying, and to take credit for it, all to save my ass. He knew they’d react this way. I glance at him through the glass windows of his office and although he’s not looking over at me, I still feel like he’s watching.

  Maybe he’s not so scary after all.

  After everyone calms down, I explain the new project. They seem to get it, and everyone starts talking excitedly about how they’ll do the various necessary pieces. We break for the morning, and Mel meets me in my cube.

  “Lead, huh?” She grins at me. “You’re moving up quickly.”

  “Lucky breaks,” I say. “Seriously. Just totally lucky.”

  “Right. Well, this project sure beats the last one.”

  “What was that anyway?”

  “I mean, an ethical algorithm?” She shakes her head and laughs. “This is going to be downright fun.”

  “I’m glad you approve,” I say, and I really mean it.

  The rest of the day is spent divvying up tasks and creating a task board. It’s basically a big whiteboard with Post-it notes stuck to the front. Each note is a task, and as the tasks are finished, they’re moved from the pending part of the board into the finished part, thereby showing what coding tasks need to be finished.

  I work on splitting it up with Sven. It’s tiring work, trying to come up with an entire structure for this thing in an afternoon, but Sven’s a genius. He seems to anticipate everything we’ll need and he easily understands exactly how we’ll have to implement it. Honestly, I don’t think I would be able to get this done as fast as I’m going to if it weren’t for him.

  When we’re finished, he kicks his sneakers up on his desk and looks at me. “The troops, they watch you.”

  I blink and glance over my shoulder. A few people are watching Sven and I, and they quickly look away when they catch me looking.

  “Why?” I ask him.

  “Because we plan their future.”

  “Ah.” I laugh a little bit. “Makes sense.”

  “You should take them out, yes?”

  “Like, for drinks?”

  He chuckles. “Yes, for drinks. Get stupid programmers drunk. Tomorrow, they work harder.”

  I nod a little bit. “I think I can handle that.”

  “Good. Go away now. I finish this tonight, yes?”

  “Really?”

  “Go away,” he says again. He gets his feet off his desk, opens a drawer, and takes out a bottle of vodka and a glass. He pours himself a drink. “I finish work, but I don’t do it sober. Nostrovia.”

  I laugh a little and leave his office as he throws back a huge glass of vodka in a single swallow. Sven is definitely insane, but he’s not as terrifying as I thought he was when I first met him. And on top of that, he’s an absolute genius, probably one of the smartest people I’ve ever met in my life.

  I walk out toward the cube farm. “Hey, guys?” I call out. “Who wants to go drink?”

  Heads poke out from their cubes, and everyone’s grinning at me. Mel gets up and walks over, taking me by the arm. “Girl, I thought you’d never ask,” she says.

  “First round’s on me,” I call out, and Monk gives me a little cheer.

  We go to a local place called Mickey’s, and although it’s barely after five, the place is packed with young professionals. Mel spends twenty minutes talking shit on everyone in our division, which is pretty funny, and Larry does an impression of Sven that’s eerily accurate.

  “Seriously though,” Mel whispers to me, a gleam in her eye. We’ve been hanging out for about an hour, and she’s already had three drinks. “He’s huge. Totally huge.”

  “How do you know?”

  She shrugs again, her gleam turning into a full-on grin. “He gets horny when he drinks.”

  “Oh my god,” I say, giggling nervou
sly.

  “I was limping for, like, two days after that thing.” She looks over at Monk and sighs. “I wish he’d fuck me again.”

  “Oh my god,” I say, giggling nervously as Mel bats her eyes at Monk. I can’t imagine the two of them doing anything but arguing, but he looks back at her with a sly little smile, and I suspect she’ll be limping for another few days after tonight.

  I make sure I spend a few minutes with everyone. I can’t say we’re all best friends, but after a couple of hours I’m finally starting to feel like I’m a part of the team. Which is funny, considering I’m now the freaking lead. Whether they like it or not, I’m part of the team now.

  It’s amazing how fast things can change. One second, they’re all working hard on whatever mystery project Sven’s been whipping them into a frenzy over these past few months. Then suddenly I come into the picture and change everything. Hell, I blame David, but they don’t know that. All they see is their hard work getting pawned off on some other team, who might end up getting all the freaking glory for their hard work.

  “It sucks,” I say to Monk, and he nods his head serenely. “You guys should at least get to finish… what was it again?”

  “At least we should get credit,” he says, shrugging. “I don’t even care about finishing that stupid project. I just want people to know that I was a part of it when it’s all finished. I think it’s going to be pretty cool.”

  Just as he finishes talking, I spot someone walk in through the front door. It takes a second for my brain to catch up with my eyes before I realize that it’s David.

  “Maybe I can help with that,” I say softly.

  “Can you? I thought you were just some—” he starts saying, but I stand up and walk away. Monk’s kind of an ass, and I don’t mind being an ass right back.

  David scans the room and stops, spotting me as I beeline toward him. He grins at me as I approach.

  “I heard Maudette still has Julie,” he says over the loud music.

  I shrug a little bit. “Had to take the team out for a little team-building exercise.”