His Perfect BabyA Miracle Baby Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  I click the link. The headline reads, David Carlson With New Young Girlfriend, Also Employee.

  “What the fucking shit,” I say softly to myself as I scan the article. If the tech world had a Perez Hilton, this blog related to Hacker News would be it. That’s where all the paparazzi and rumor bullshit goes, and everyone in the industry reads it. I’ve been on this blog many, many times in my life, but this is the first time that I’ve actually been pissed.

  Notorious playboy David Carlson, that rich, handsome bastard, has another lady. That’s right folks, another one. I mean, we’re up to, what, fifty at this point? Nobody really cares, right?

  Except this time it’s different.

  David was spotted at a recent charity even for inner city schools with an employee on his arm. That’s right, folks. David’s dating within his own company now, which is basically the worst thing he could possibly do.

  I mean, this woman can’t say no, right? He’s her boss, and he’s inherently in a position of power over her. That scumbag, I mean, playboy needs to really go back to basic gender training. I bet his own HR division can provide some salient videos and materials for him to peruse.

  In the meantime, enjoy these photos. We’re told the woman’s name is Emma Maye, but we’re still confirming. She’s pretty, though, yeah? Good for you, David. I guess.

  I keep scrolling through photos of Emma and I, wincing at each one. The stupid idiots spelled her name wrong, but they’ll figure that out eventually. It’s a petty victory, considering the pictures and the little editorial that goes along with them.

  I’m so angry I can only sit back and stare. They think I’m taking advantage of Emma, and now that’s going to be the narrative. Even worse, the whole fucking company’s going to see this. Every single person in the tech business reads Hacker News, and there’s no way they’ll miss an article about their own CEO.

  I’m so fucking fucked I think my dickhole is already aching from it.

  My intercom buzzes and I hit the button, already sure who it’s going to be. “Olivia for you,” Lucy says.

  “Send her in.”

  Olivia looks pissed, even more pissed than normal. She waits for the door to close behind her before she whirls on me, hands clenched into fists.

  “Those fucking assholes,” she says.

  I blink. “Huh?”

  “That trash blog.” She sits down in the chair in front of me. “Posting that shit about you.”

  I almost want to laugh, but I know better than that. I don’t want to risk this moment. “You’re mad at them,” I say. “And not mad at me.”

  She grunts. “Yes, David. In this instance, I’m mad at them. I can’t exactly pretend like my hands are clean of this situation now, can I?”

  I smirk at her. “Guess not. Considering you sent her over to my house the other night.”

  She shrugs, nonplussed. “You were distracted. I was doing you a favor.”

  “You were whoring out an employee.”

  “Are you complaining?”

  “Nope, it’s just so many levels of fucked up, that’s all.”

  “Imagine what they’d say.” She gestures at my computer lazily. “Probably that you’re raping Emma and destroying the world, or something insane like that.”

  I sigh and lean back in my chair. “Are they wrong, though?”

  Olivia stares at me, surprised. “What are you saying?”

  “She is my employee,” I say slowly. “I can’t exactly dispute that.”

  “It isn’t simple,” Olivia counters. “They don’t know the whole story.”

  “Would that matter?” I say, laughing. “Shit, if they knew, it’d be even worse. I’d be the rich playboy blackmailing a woman with money into letting him fuck her.”

  “Bribing,” Olivia says.

  “What?”

  “You’d be bribing her, not blackmailing her. But at any rate, your point’s well taken.”

  I roll my eyes. “I just shouldn’t be seen in public with her.”

  “No, you shouldn’t,” she agrees.

  “But I didn’t know I was in public at that event.”

  “No, you didn’t.”

  “What do we do now?” I ask her.

  She leans back in her chair, crossing her legs. I let her think for a moment, and normally the silence would drive me nuts, but it’s Olivia. I’ve gone through this moment with her countless times. I know that if I just let her think it through for a moment, she’ll have an idea.

  “You have to make a statement,” she says. “You need to counter this narrative. Make it clear that you’re not with Emma.”

  “I’m not,” I say.

  “Right. Say that you took her as a gesture of good will, or a reward for service, something like that. Under no circumstances will you admit to dating her.”

  “I can do that,” I say. “Since we aren’t dating.”

  “Good.” She clears her throat. “And you can’t mention that you’re fucking her, either.”

  I bark a short laugh. “Yeah, I know.”

  “Good.” She watches me for a second before my intercom buzzes again.

  I lean forward to answer it. “Just a second, Lucy,” I say.

  “Uh, David, Emma’s here to see you.”

  I can tell by Lucy’s tone that she knows all about the article. “Of course she is,” I mumble and sigh. Olivia gives me a tight smile. “Let her in,” I say to Lucy.

  “Be nice,” Olivia says, standing.

  “Same to you,” I grumble.

  Emma comes in, looking sheepish. She’s wearing a loose black skirt and a pale cream blouse, making her pale skin look smooth and gorgeous. She smiles at Olivia.

  “Hey,” she says. “I, uh, just wanted to talk with David.”

  “Of course you did,” Olivia says, heading to the door. She pauses in front of Emma. “You look really good in the pictures.”

  Emma blinks and Olivia leaves the room, shutting the door.

  I groan, shaking my head. Olivia can’t help herself. She’ll gladly take any opportunity to mess with someone’s head.

  Emma turns back to me, still frowning from that little encounter.

  “Please, sit,” I say to her.

  She shrugs a little, but doesn’t sit. “I saw the blog,” she says. “Well, it was emailed to me like fifty times.”

  I sigh. “I figured that would happen.”

  “This is really bad, David.”

  “I know.”

  “What if they find out?” She starts pacing a little bit, rattling off some nervous energy. “I mean, what they wrote is bad, but can you imagine what they’ll say if they knew the truth? If they knew what we’ve been doing?”

  “Do you plan on telling them?”

  She stops in her tracks and look at me. “Absolutely not.”

  “Good. I don’t either. And I guarantee Olivia won’t. Who else knows?”

  “Nobody,” she says.

  “Maudette might suspect,” I muse. “Well, not the extent of it.”

  Emma groans. “Maudette,” she says. “Of course.”

  “Relax. Maudette’s been with the company for a long time, and the worst she can do is tell them that we’ve been seeing each other. Is that really so bad?”

  “Yes, according to that blog. You’re practically taking advantage of me.”

  I wince. “I wish you wouldn’t put it that way.”

  “Sorry. It’s just, I’m frustrated.”

  “I know you are.” I stand up and come around the desk. “Listen, Emma, I promise this isn’t going to hurt you. If anything, it’ll hurt me.”

  “It’s already hurting me,” she says. “You should have seen the way my team was looking at me. And don’t get me started on what Sven thinks.”

  “What did he say?” I ask, afraid of the answer.

  “He says, ‘How does big boss dick taste? Get to work.’”

  I groan but can’t help laughing. Her impression of Sven is pretty spot on.

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��Look, I’ll talk to him.

  “No, please,” she says. “I’m begging you, don’t. It’ll make things worse.”

  “Okay then.” I sigh. “I just want to make it right.”

  “Please, just, I’ll figure it out, You’ll only make it worse. I really don’t want them thinking I’m the boss’s pet.”

  I hesitate a second before smirking at you. “But you are.”

  She glares at me. “Not funny.”

  “I’m not joking. You are my pet, aren’t you?”

  She shakes her head. “David.”

  “Emma.” I walk closer to her. “You are my pet. You can pretend like you’re not, like this is all for the money, but we both know the truth.”

  “This is so not the place for this,” she says, backing up against my filing cabinet. I stop inches away from her, and I notice that she’s breathing fast now, but not pushing me away.

  “No, it’s pretty fucked up, right?” I smirk and put my hands on her hips, pressing myself against her. She feels so fucking warm and I want to taste her so badly it almost hurts. But she’s right, this isn’t the place.

  “You’re my pet,” I whisper in her ear. “Admit it to me. I want you to say the words.”

  “Is it in my contract?”

  “No,” I say. “But it’s the truth.”

  “Then I won’t say it.”

  I laugh softly. “Good. I like that you still pretend like you want to fight.”

  “Asshole,” she says, finally pushing against my chest. I step back and let her slip away, crossing her arms and blushing like mad. I turn to her, smirking, my blood ringing with excitement.

  “We’ll just let it die,” she says. “No more being seen in public. Okay?”

  “Okay,” I say. “Olivia’s also going to release a statement. You were with me at that party as a special thank you for such excellent work here at Envoy.”

  She pauses. “We’re lying now?”

  “Yep,” I say. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

  “So what do I do when people ask me about it?”

  I shrug. “Tell them we’re not dating and don’t go into details about why you were with me. Say we’re friends, if you want.”

  “Are we friends?” she asks.

  “I don’t see why not.”

  “Huh.” She looks a little surprised and then laughs. “I don’t think of you as a friend.”

  “What do you think of me as?” I ask.

  “A fuck buddy. A boss. I don’t know.”

  “I’m all of the above.” I walk over to her again. “I think of you as a pet.”

  “Watch it,” she says, a smile on her face, stepping away toward the door.

  “Listen, one more thing,” I say before she can leave. “We need to… accelerate this process.”

  She raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

  “Well, there’s going to be scrutiny, but I still want my baby.”

  She pauses, frowning. “Okay, so what does that mean?”

  “I want to fuck you every single day until you’re pregnant.”

  She stares, her face twisting into surprise, followed by delight, followed by a mask of neutrality. I grin at her conflicting emotions and the way she’s trying to control herself, but clearly she wants this.

  “If that’s what you think’s best,” she says. “I can handle it.”

  “Oh, you think so? We’ll see.”

  She nods. “I’ll see you later,” she says.

  “Yes, you will.”

  She leaves my office, and my cock’s practically thrumming with energy for her.

  I know I should be ending this and distancing myself, if not for my own sake, then for hers. But I can’t stop it, and she doesn’t seem to want to, either. I’m just using this as an excuse to see her more.

  And I’m not going to wait long.

  17

  Emma

  He buries his mouth between my legs and I gasp, propped up on one elbow.

  He looks up at me and smirks. “I thought you said you were busy today?” he asks me.

  I shake my head. “Not anymore. Now shut up.”

  “Are you impatient?”

  “No,” I groan. “Just don’t stop.”

  “Got to get back to your desk?”

  “Asshole.” I pull his head with one hand. “Don’t. Stop.”

  He laughs and goes back to tonguing my clit in that incredible way he has. I tilt my head back and let out a low, deep moan as he slides two fingers inside my pussy, fucking me fast with them, sucking my clit nice and hard.

  I grind against his mouth, and I know I’m going to come. I’ve been coming every single day for the past week, without fail, right here on his desk. He’s supposed to be fucking me, and every day I come in anticipating that today will be the day that he finally makes me feel that big, fat cock between my legs again, but every day I’m wrong.

  Today’s no different. I’m not really complaining. He’s so fucking good at sucking my pussy and licking me until I come. I’ve never had a guy so goddamn good with his tongue before. His fingers are magical as they do their dirty work, his perfect lips sucking and his solid tongue licking my clit, pushing me closer and closer.

  He’s so damn gorgeous, and he makes me feel so damn good. I love coming in here. Even if he’s not fucking me, and we’re technically not working toward finishing the contract, I just don’t care. Not like I can get pregnant again anyway, or at least it’s not even remotely likely to happen again. I might as well let him suck me off like this and try to enjoy myself.

  Another intense orgasm grips me. He holds my hips tight, sucking my clit with two fingers deep inside my cunt, not letting me go until my last twitches and gasps slowly fade away.

  He steps back and grins at me, cleaning his fingers off with his mouth. I shake my head, hair spilling all over me.

  “That never gets old,” I say.

  “Good. I’d start to seriously question my abilities if it ever did.”

  I sigh and slide to the edge of the desk. I drop down onto my feet, pick up my panties, and slide them back up my skirt. I learned on the second day that wearing a skirt’s easier for all this.

  He stretches and goes over to a small refrigerator he has tucked in the far corner of his office. He grabs a water and offers me one, which I accept. He cracks his open and sips it.

  “Can I ask you something?” I say.

  He shrugs. “Sure. What’s up?”

  “Why are we doing this?”

  He raises an eyebrow. “You mean, why have I been getting you off every day for the past week?”

  “Yeah,” I say, blushing a little bit, but not as much as I would have expected just a few weeks ago. I guess I’m getting more comfortable with my sexuality, and I definitely have him to thank for that.

  “Because it’s fun,” he says.

  “You’re supposed to be getting me pregnant.”

  He smirks, a little gleam in his eye. “Good point.”

  “I’m not complaining,” I say quickly. “I’m just… wondering.”

  “You’re wondering,” he repeats. He leans up against the desk next to me.

  “Curious, you could say.”

  “I’m sure you are.”

  I groan a little bit, getting frustrated. I didn’t realize how badly I wanted this man to fuck me until right now. I’ve been enjoying him getting me off, but I’ve been missing the feeling of his cock inside me, his lips against mine, his body making mine sweat. Coming against his mouth is all well and good but I want more from him. I’m practically itching for it.

  I actually want this man, I realize with a start while looking at him. I quickly sip my water to cover up any blush I might have, because I’m sure he can read me like a book.

  I want him to fuck me so badly, and not just for the contract. If the contract were all I cared about, I’d just let him go down on me over and over for the next six months. I’d enjoy six months, or however long we have left, of really a
mazing orgasms until he pays me a ton of money. That’s a pretty damn good deal.

  Instead, I want more from him. Despite everything, despite him being my damn enemy, I want him still. I want more than just his money. Hell, I want more than just his big cock inside of me, although I definitely want that.

  He puts his hand on the back of my neck and pulls me against him. “You really want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he says.

  I shake my head. “I didn’t say that.”

  “You don’t have to.” His hand shifts up into my hair, pulling it back. I gasp a little bit and I feel that tingle of excitement between my legs. “I know what I’m doing, Emma.”

  “What are you doing, David?”

  “I’m making you want my cock so badly that you can’t help yourself. I want you drooling for it before I finally fuck you again.”

  “Asshole,” I say. “I’m not drooling for anything.”

  “I think you are.” He puts a thumb on my lower lip, his other hand tight in my hair. “I think you want my cock so badly, you’re willing to do anything.” He slides his thumb into my mouth.

  I put it between my lips and suck on it hard. He groans a little bit, and I know what he wants. I push him back onto the desk and kneel down in front of him without another word, unbuckling his belt and tugging down his pants.

  His cock comes free from his boxer briefs and I’m honestly surprised at how hard he is. I bet he’s this hard every day, and he still manages to keep himself under control. I stroke him gently before I take him into my mouth, savoring his taste.

  “Fuck, girl,” he grunts as I suck him slowly. “You think this is enough to get me to fuck you?”

  “I think you’re rock hard for me,” I say. “I think you want it more than I do.”

  “You’re wrong,” he says, desire in his eyes. “You’re so fucking wrong.”

  I move forward and let him slide into my throat. I start sucking him faster, wanting to make him beg for a change. He groans again and I feel his hands on the back of my head as he pushes me deep down his shaft. I take him, or as much of him as I can. I gag but I keep sucking, stroking him with both hands, wanting him so badly I can barely take it.