Hang Em' Up: A Bad Boy Sports Pregnancy Romance

by Ashley Stewart

  'I'm sorry,' was the simple apology that greeted her on the phone's screen. She didn't know how to respond to it, so she didn't, and set her phone off to the side by her head and nuzzled herself deeper into the blankets, her eyes growing heavy from the sleepiness that was slowly beginning to consume her.

  She was glad that David apologized to her for the way that he made her feel. It was a major first step, and not one that she was entirely sure that he would take, but then, she had no real reason to doubt that he had it in him to apologize for something; as shrewd a business man as he was, he wasn't so heartless that he couldn't see when he did something that hurt someone, something that she admired in him.

  Maybe things will clear themselves up tomorrow, she thought to herself as she sleepily made sure that she had an alarm set for tomorrow, in case she slept all day, and decided to take a nap.

  * * * *

  He made her feel anxious? He supposed he could see where she was coming from with that. He hadn't intended to scare her, that's for sure. He had still been riding his high from the sex they had, and he used that voice that he knew drove her wild. Evidently, he got the inflection wrong.

  Sure, he'd been annoyed that she was questioning his business decisions, and he wanted to make it abundantly clear to her that it was in no way appreciated. Evidently, it worked, it just worked a little too well. Sure, he was into power plays and being dominant, but he knew that there were limits, and realized that he had unintentionally crossed one of them.

  When she didn't respond to his apology, he began to wonder what she was doing with the day off that he gave her. He had been planning on giving her a day off pretty soon anyhow; the woman worked herself near to death with how much she did for him, it was the very least that he could do for his girlfriend, wasn't it? She was probably catching up on the sleep that she clearly needed, so he decided not to text her anymore until she replied to his message.

  “You can send him in now,” he said into his intercom connection to his secretary. He sat back in his chair and waited for his next appointment to come in. What he said to Angela wasn't technically a lie; Jay did get in touch with him to set up a meeting with him, and originally, it was for about a week and a half from now, but after Angela went home, David was, 'generous,' enough to move the meeting up to today. It was made to seem like it was a generous move toward Jay, but really, it was better that Angela not have to sit in on the meeting, just in case Jay decided to be a prick about it.

  And from what he knew based on his reputation, he likely would be.

  “Ah, so good of you to come,” David greeted the man as he stepped out of the elevator and walked over to David's desk. “Please, sit, would you like coffee?” he asked, figuring that it was better to be a good host than stoop to this slime ball's level.

  “No, I'm alright,” Jay waved off the kind gesture in a gruff tone. “Thanks for pushing the meeting to a sooner day. I'm glad you can see what I have to offer you.” The man already irked David for being such a presumptuous dick, but he opted not to let it show just yet.

  “But of course,” David said as he leaned back in his chair. “And what can I do for you today?”

  “Well, as you know,” Jay said, puffing out his chest, “my magazine, the Planetary Bugle, is one of this city's premiere magazines.”

  “Point of fact, Jay,” David said, already losing his patience. “I had never even heard of it until I was contacted for an interview.” He got the reaction out of him that we wanted, he realized with a smirk as he watched Jay's face contort into a look of barely contained rage.

  “Ah, yes,” he said as he pursed his lips. “I remember that interview. That particular journalist is, sadly, not working with us any longer—”

  “Oh, I know,” he said simply as he inspected his nails casually. “Angela works for me now.” He savored the way that Jay's eyes widened and the man gaped at him, knowing that his victory would be made all the sweeter for it. In the short time that he had known this man, he was already feeling a deep sense of satisfaction from making him squirm.

  “She works for you? Do you not realize the ways that she'll screw you over?! Why—”

  “I don't want to hear it, Jay,” David held up his hand. “She's been nothing short of exemplary in the months that she's worked here, and I'll not have you smear her name just because you're bitter.” He folded his hands in front of him. “In fact, all of your workers are now my workers,” he said with a grin as he produced a stack of papers and handed them to Jay. “As of today, the Planetary Bugle is the property of Westley Entertainment. We need to finalize the transfer, which will take several days, but all the same, I'm pleased to inform you that we are now the majority shareholders of your magazine.”

  “Then why bother having me come all this way?” Jay demanded, his face as red as a tomato. David smiled calmly.

  “Because I wanted to be the one to tell you that you'll be out of a job as soon as the acquisition is complete. I figured I would be gentlemanly enough to give you a warning in advance so that you could begin looking for other employment.” Jay sputtered indignantly, but David was finished with him. “I just wanted to extend you that courtesy. Thank you for your time,” he showed the baffled, furious Jay to the elevator, ignoring his ranting and raving about how it wasn't over and that he was going to be sorry that he did this.

  Some days, it just felt really fucking good to be king.

  * * * *

  The next morning found Angela well rested and ready to face the day – and David – to the best of her ability. She walked in to the building with her thermos of tea and a winning smile, greeting the secretary on her way to the elevator to head up to David's office. She swallowed audibly as the doors opened to reveal his office, and him at his usual spot, sitting at his desk and no doubt doing some form of communication for the business. She felt her face flush as he rose from his chair to greet her, something that he didn't usually do right away.

  “Good morning,” she murmured as he neared her and stopped in front of his desk. She took a deep breath and smiled wider at him when he reached a hand up and stroked her cheek.

  “Good morning to you, too,” he said in just as soft a tone of voice as she had. She observed him and the way that he moved, and was curious as to why he was being so soft with her. Maybe he was trying to make up for startling her yesterday, but she wasn't sure.

  “I know that you were startled yesterday,” he said in a quiet voice, his eyes regarding her with an odd twinkle that she couldn't name. She found herself mesmerized by that look he was giving her, and was too awestruck to speak. “I want to make up for it by showing you something, if that's alright with you?”

  Unable to form words, she simply nodded. He grinned at her and held out his hand to her. She took it, wondering what on earth he had to show her.

  He walked her over to the elevator, calling it and stepping in once it arrived. He pulled out a key from his pocket and slid it into a keyhole that was at the bottom of the numbered button pad, something that she hadn't noticed before. With a soft ding, the elevator began to rise, and the number reader climbed past the last floor on the button pad. She frowned, unsure of what that could mean when the elevator doors opened to reveal a floor that she had never known existed: a beautiful loft filled with one way windows and luxurious furniture and enough room to turn this space in to a house. Angela walked into it in a daze, her hand slipping from David's as he let her wander into this most private of spaces.

  The space was decorated well, and painted with cool colors of gray and blue, with wall hangings he had framed of classic films and shows that were tastefully placed in the living area of the open concept loft

  “I can appreciate the decorating,” she said softly.

  “Thank you,” he smiled, coming up behind her and draping his arms around her. “I've worked to make the space my own – somewhere I can go to if I want to just... get away.” She turned in his arms to face him as he spoke. “I want you to feel welcome here as we
ll, when you're here. I want this to be our space, somewhere we can go to just be us.”

  “That's rather sweet,” she said as he smiled affectionately down at her. “What happens now?” She breathed, still intoxicated from the romantic tension between them, and how badly she wanted him to kiss her. Or for her to kiss him. Whichever was going to happen first.

  “Well,” he said as he kissed her. “I intend to lavish attention on you all day. I want today to be just about us.” He kissed her again, more slowly, as if to draw out her pleasure. She moaned and leaned into him, thoroughly enjoying the way that his lips moved against hers. “I wanted to find a way to make it up to you for yesterday. You drive me crazy, and sometimes I can't control myself around you.” His chuckle was hot against her ear.

  She nodded, not trusting her throat to not clog with want of it all.

  “I... ah...” she said softly. She swallowed in an attempt to get rid of the lump in her throat where all of her desire was tangled in a knot.

  “Something you want?” he asked, running his hands up and down her arms. She sighed at the attention, and her shoulders relaxed.

  “You,” she said in a hoarse whisper, finally looking him in the eye. He grinned down at her boyishly.

  “You've decided to forgive me, then?”

  She took in his bright eyes and eager grin, and the last of her worries drained out of her. She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips on its own.

  “I have,” she said with a nod. He leaned his head in closer to her, tilting it slightly as if he were about to kiss her.

  “Should we...?” he asked, leaving his unfinished question to hang in the air. Her knees buckled under the want that coursed through her, and how badly she needed to find her release with him.

  “Oh, please,” was all she managed to get out before he crashed his lips into hers, a hand coming up to tangle in her thick locks of hair, the other wrapping around her waist to tug her impossibly closer. She moaned at the sensation of feeling wanted, feeling him, all of him, encompassing her. “Please,” the air in her lungs rushed out of her after a few moments of feeling her body quiver with need. “I'm so ready...”

  She arched herself into him, feeling his steadily hardening length against her thigh. She bit her lip and keened at the way that alone was enough to begin stoking the fire coiling in her belly. He slid her skirt down on the floor the same way that he had done dozens of times before, while her hands fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. Freeing herself of her clothing, she moaned again when he unhooked her bra and managed to take both that and her panties off in one fluid motion of his hands sweeping down the curves of her body. She reached for his cock, eager to palm him through his pants and get him as naked as she was, but he was evidently not ready for that just yet. In the span of a moment, she felt him break apart from her and lift her effortlessly.

  “None of that, my little minx.” He spun and made his way over to where there was a soft bed in the corner of the room, setting her gently on the mattress. “I made sure to delegate everything out today, so we have all the time in the world for this.”

  She felt the bed dip with his added weight, and her flesh tingled in anticipation. She could feel him there, all over and around her as he hovered above her, only his hips pressing into her, and she keened with how delicious the friction was.

  “Touch me, I'm begging you.” She only just refrained from rubbing her legs together for friction, knowing she would only be punished for it with further deprivation. Her words seemed to tug at the chord of restraint he had, as he finally, finally, pressed his body fully against hers, fingers inquisitively mapping out the canvas of skin stretched along her collarbone and tracing the curve of her thigh. She became cocooned in his musk, a heady mix of cologne and the masculine scent of his arousal that left her reeling.

  Her senses were alight with heightened stimulation; the soft jersey sheets on the bed felt cool against the smooth flesh of her legs as she writhed against the fingertips that were mapping a path along them toward her hips. She arched her back with a gasp when those large hands smoothed themselves over her skin as he left a trail of open mouthed kisses along her middle on his way up. Her wriggling allowed the sheer fabric to brush her body with feather light caresses. When his hands had found their way to her ample breasts, she groaned at the way that they cupped them so perfectly, and the way that they kneaded the supple flesh made her quiver. She swallowed as she felt him lean closer to her, his breath brushed against the valley of her bosom, her nipples pebbling from the attention, and she sucked in a breath in anticipation of what he might do to her next.

  “Open your eyes, Angela.”

  His voice was breathy, and a delicious press of his hips against hers gave away his arousal, straining against the fine fabric of his dress pants, long and hot against her thigh. She felt his breath stutter against her when she moved her thigh to stroke it. Flames licked her insides and forced her eyes to open, wondering when she had shut them to begin with.

  “There's my good girl.” He grinned at her as he lowered himself again. “I'm going to make you feel so good.”

  “Ah, please, please-!” She said in a whimper when the she felt his touch slide down her middle, and she lost track of what she was pleading for as she watched him position his face near her entrance.

  “Not just yet,” he moaned against her lips. “I'm not finished with you,” he growled as he trailed a path of kisses down her body until he nipped the flesh of her hip. She knew what was coming, and trembled in anticipation. He slid his fingers inside of her, the pad of his thumb circling her clit in a rhythmic pattern. She arched her back from the stimulation, thoroughly enjoying the way that his calloused fingers were working her entrance, but she craved more. Now that he had teased the idea of him using his mouth on her, it was all that she could think about. She writhed as she watched his face for any indication that he was going to replace his fingers with his mouth, so ready for it that she could have screamed.

  She whimpered when his hand slid out of her, her head reeling from the sudden loss of stimulation when he had been so thoroughly working her until she had become extremely lubricated. She sucked in a breath, unaware that she had been holding it as she waited for him to begin to taste her with his tongue, and her head reeled at the sudden rush of oxygen. She squealed when he nipped at her thigh before lavishing the spot with his tongue for a moment, and then his tongue swept its way over to her slit, teasing the entrance without actually piercing through it.

  “Oh, yes,” she breathed in a high pitched voice when he pressed a teasing kiss to her womanly folds. His fingers slipped back inside of her to continue to tease her for a few moments, as if to get her ready for what was to come before he slipped them out again. She whimpered from the lack of stimulation but soon choked on a gasp when he replaced his dexterous fingers with his tongue, plunging into her as deeply as he could, as if he were doing the best that he could to taste every drop of her that he could get, like a man trying to finish the last drops of his drink at the bottom of his glass.

  Her back bowed under his touch until it was no longer touching the bed, and she nearly screamed in pleasure when the tip of his tongue found her clit and swirled around it, making shapes that she couldn't identify even if her head wasn't swimming with pleasure. He clutched at her hips and drew her further to his mouth, as if he needed to drink her in as much as possible, and it was all she could do to clutch the sheets and ride out the rolling of his tongue.

  She felt herself steadily building to the edge, her climax imminent. She squeezed her eyes shut and let her head fall back against the pillows on the bed. Her head spun as he nipped at her clit with his teeth, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull as she rode out the waves of her pleasure that were cresting over her body. She rocked her hips in time with his tongue in an attempt to help him find that one stroke that would send her over the edge, needing her orgasm so badly that she was ready to cry. She was so ready to come again that she was nearly sob
bing by the time his clever tongue found the one artful stroke that sent her toppling over the edge at long last, her hips jerking erratically as she worked through her orgasm.

  He crawled back on top of her and pressed his mouth to hers, letting her taste herself, and she moaned brokenly because of the way that it only served to make her even more ready for him to fill her with his cock. She wanted nothing more in that moment than for him to enter her and have his way with her, so high from her orgasm she was.

  “Still want my cock inside you?” he asked in a low voice. She whimpered.

  “Yes, yes, please,” she cried out when he teased her with his cock, the shaft of it slipping between them as he slowly thrust his hips against hers, not entering her, but slicking his cock with her juices, coating it to lubricate it for easier penetration. She wriggled her hips to try and get him to enter her before he was finished with what he was doing, but he was clearly having none of it, following the movements of her hips with his as he continued to coat his manhood with her juices to ready himself for her. He held her hips down when she continued to try and get him to enter her before he was ready to, and he leaned forward and nipped her neck as a punishment. She cried out in surprise, not used to the biting but finding that it was arousing to her all the same.

  “Ah, ah, ah,” he said, and she could feel the grin on his face against hers without her having to see it. “I need to make sure that you and I are good and ready for this,” he said as he slid the tip of his length inside of her, thrusting it shallowly in and out of her without seating his shaft inside of her. She keened with the want of him to just fill her with his cock and end the torment of his teasing ways. “I just need to make sure that it won't hurt you,” he said, still grinning.