Due Date_A Baby Contract Romance

by Emily Bishop

  Still, I’m a stickler for following the rules.

  I bend down and scoop her up into my arms. Before she can react, I kiss her again. I bite and suck on her lips as I walk, and I crack open an eye enough to get us to her office. The door is open, and I step inside. Once we’re in, I slam it behind us, and we are draped in darkness.

  I let her feet drop to the floor and maintain my hold. In the dark, my senses are heightened, and this time I’ll do things my way. Tonight, she won’t get to see anything. She will only feel.

  “Take off your dress,” I say. My hands drift to her ass again and I scrunch the fabric into my fists as I help pull it up. She lifts her hands, and I take control as I pull it off and toss it to the floor. My fingertips explore her, landing on a lacy bra. I’m regretting my decision to keep the lights off. I wonder what color her underwear is. I want to see her.

  All of her.

  “Turn on the light,” I say.

  She steps away in the dark, and a lamp clicks on in the corner and bathes the room in warm, amber light. Naomi’s skin glimmers as she walks back to me. Her bra is bright red, and she’s wearing a thong to match.

  Good decision by me.

  “Good. Now slowly take the rest of it off while I watch.”

  Her eyes stay on me as her hands drift to the back of her bra. With a snap, her breasts bounce free. Her nipples are hard and small, perfect little pebbles. Next, she turns and bends to remove her boots.

  “No. Leave those on,” I say, and she glances back at me with a sexy little grin. Then she bends over, her ass on full display as she slides her thong off, and her glistening pussy beckons.

  My dick grows another inch, pressing against the seam of my jeans. She moves to stand up, and I put a hand on her ass.

  “No. Stay like that. Elbows on the desk.”

  She obeys me, and I unzip my jeans and drop them, my cock springing free. I rub it as I approach her, still bent over, waiting for me. I slap her ass once, and she gasps.

  “Stay perfectly still,” I say, and I grin.

  I’m going to make her be anything but still.

  I slide the tip of my dick along her slit, and she jumps at the contact, then moans. I run it along her, slickening it. I slide in and pull back out.

  “You want it? You want me to fuck you?”

  “Yes,” she moans, and she arches toward me. I have her dripping wet, but I’m not slick enough yet.

  “Good. Now turn around and suck my cock.”

  She drops to her knees and turns to face me, looking up at me as her palms cradle my dick. She runs a nail along the tip, and it jumps even higher.

  “Suck. Nice and hard.”

  She releases my gaze and works on my dick, running her tongue along its length before sucking on the end, the slurping sound music to my ears. Her other hand reaches up and tickles my balls.

  “Yes, lick them, too,” I command. She sinks lower, and her tongue laps all along my balls and shaft. My legs are shaking a little, but I hold my stance.

  “Now take all of it in your mouth. Let me fuck it.”

  Her perfect little mouth shoots up the length of me—pure, wet heat. I’m surprised that she can fit almost all of me in there, the back of her throat opening to me as I thrust, her tongue licking my dick. I pull out of her mouth and step back.

  “Bend over the desk again.”

  The eager look in her eyes tells me that she likes this. She likes being told what to do. She bends back over, and I grab a fistful of her hair and spread her ass cheeks. Her pussy gapes before me, ready to be fucked. My cock slides in easily, and I tug her hair with one hand as I grip her ass with the other.

  “Ah, yes. That’s good. Tell me how this feels,” I say.

  “It feels fucking amazing. Harder, please.”

  I do as she wishes, increasing the pace and strength of my thrusts. She arches her back to take more of me inside her, and her slick walls bend and spread to accept my dick. She whimpers, and it’s not enough.

  “Don’t sell yourself short, Naomi. Moan as loud as you want.”

  I’ve given her permission to be free, and she doesn’t hold back. She moans like a porn star, gasping and crying out as she spreads her palms across the desk. Her head is arched back as I maintain my hold on her hair. I move my hand from her ass cheek and lean over her until I can reach her clit. When I do, she screams.

  “Yes! Fucking yes!”

  I take that note and slap her clit in rhythm with my pumping.

  “I want you to come for me, then I want you to finish me off with your mouth.”

  She doesn’t reply because I’m stimulating her beyond words. She’s panting and arching back into me, pushing back against my dick to meet me with every thrust. After a few more slaps on her pussy, her legs shake, and her cunt pulses around me as she screams my name.

  I fuck her until the pulsing stops, releasing her clit as I pull out and step back. She’s on her knees again, and even in the muted light I can see our combined juices sliding down her thigh. She grips my dick in her hand and strokes it, the lubrication from her pussy slick and warm. Her mouth crashes over me then, and I lean back against a wall as she bobs up and down. I grab another fistful of her hair and guide her as I fuck her mouth.

  “Lick it,” I say, and her tongue springs into action. It flicks against my tip as she plunges my dick in and out of her mouth, sucking off her own cum.

  “Fuck!” I scream as I unload into her mouth. She swallows with my dick still in her mouth, my cum sliding down her throat as I pull out of her. I slide my back along the wall, and I pull her into my arms, cradling her close to me. My heart is pounding in my chest, and hers is racing just as fast.

  We lay on her floor, my pants at my ankles, her completely naked, fighting to regain some level of control. My whole body is relaxed. I can’t honestly remember the last time that happened. Our breathing slows. Fuck, I hope she doesn’t go stiff and kick me out like last time. Her body is supple and warm.

  There’s no tension. She inhales.

  “That was fucking awesome,” she says, and I laugh.

  “Agreed.”

  I glance down at her and grin. My eyes wander from her face and down her body. Her breasts are round and plump, her pussy sporting a clean little landing strip. Just looking at her has me hot again. My dick stirs, but it won’t get hard so soon after. It doesn’t stop my craving.

  “One more thing,” I say. I stand with her in my arms, and I set her bare ass on her desk, spreading her legs.

  “What kind of man would I be if I didn’t clean up my messes?” I ask. I slide my finger along her slit and she gasps again. This time, I’m on my knees. I spread her wider. I take my index fingers and spread her as far open as I can, then I plunge my tongue inside. I lap upward, licking as far up her box as I can, and then I slide out and flick my tongue along her clit.

  She’s moaning again, but I’m too distracted. I want to taste her. I want to fall asleep tonight with her pussy on my lips and her cum on my dick. I go back to fucking her with my tongue as my finger circles her bean, keeping her pussy spread wide with my fingers as I do. Even this soon after an orgasm, my cock grows hard, and I can’t help myself.

  I stand and slide my dick inside. I continue to circle her sensitive little nub as I fuck her, nice and slow this time. I draw it out, because we’re both sensitive, so it won’t take us long.

  It doesn’t. Within minutes, Naomi is screaming again.

  “Fuck me, Ben. Fuck me!”

  I pick up the pace and another orgasm rocks her body, the clenched muscles spurring my own climax. I pull out of her and grab her again, holding her close.

  “There. Now we’re good.”

  “You have high standards,” she pants.

  I wipe a bead of sweat from her brow and bend down to pick up her discarded underwear. I hand them to her with a smile. “Always have, always will.”

  We dress then, fully sated. Naomi turns out the light and leads the way out, and I close the
door behind us.

  “You should stop by more often,” she says. It’s an open invitation, and I’m glad for it. I like Naomi. More than I should, probably. With a sharp wit and a body like that, how can I not?

  “Always willing to serve,” I reply, and she laughs.

  “You provide exceptional service, that’s for sure.”

  “Happy for the good review. Don’t forget to leave one online, too.”

  “Ha,” she replies. She pulls out a set of keys and locks the front door. She turns back and gestures down a back hallway.

  “This is the way I leave. Closer to my front door.”

  “I’m happy to walk you home,” I say, and her smile warms my heart.

  Are those butterflies? Seriously?

  I clear my throat and keep walking. I want to ignore these sensations. They don’t lead anywhere good.

  The cool air clears my head as we step outside, and I walk her the few short steps to her door.

  “Well, thanks for dinner,” I say, and she laughs again.

  “Not much of one. Next time, I’ll cook you something proper.”

  “I thought the meal was exceptional,” I say, and my meaning is clear. Even in the dark, I see her blush. I capture her chin between my index finger and thumb and meet her eyes.

  “Thanks for that,” I mumble. I press my lips to hers. She meets me with gusto, and I wonder if I have another round in me. I shouldn’t, though. Maybe another time.

  “Goodnight,” I say.

  “Goodnight, Ben.”

  I watch her walk inside, and I wait for the lock to click before I head back to my car.

  I remember thinking that getting involved with Naomi would get me into trouble. Now, I know for sure that is absolutely true.

  11

  Naomi

  When I wake up, the sun is shining on my pillow. It’s the best sleep I’ve had in ages. I reach my fingertips above my head until they graze my headboard, and I point my toes, getting a nice, good stretch.

  I’m a little bit sore.

  I can still feel him. His presence wraps around me like a cozy blanket, and I like that the memory of his dick still rests inside my body. Last night was probably the best sex I’ve had in my entire life, and that wasn’t even the best part.

  My stomach flutters as I remember his goodnight kiss, the fact that he walked me to my door. When I first met him, I thought he was some bad boy asshole looking for a good time, but so much has changed in such a short period of time.

  For one thing, he’s saved my staff and my restaurant. I don’t want to admit it to myself, but there was no way I could have taken on Skippy and his cronies.

  His crystal blue eyes flash across my memory, and I grin into my pillow.

  I’ve had a hard time trusting men in the past, and with very, very good reason. I’ve had my walls up for a long time. With Ben, as much as we bicker, I still find that I want to talk to him, to spend time with him. I want to have sex with him every time I see him, which isn’t all that bad of a sensation either. Sex with my ex was vanilla compared to what Ben offers. He’s the whole package, and he might be into me, too.

  Could this be the guy to end my trust issues for good? Maybe someone I can be with forever?

  I let the thought sit unfinished. I don’t want to overthink this. I want to enjoy the experience of dating someone I have a crush on. For now, it should be enough. I glance at my bedside clock and exhale.

  I should get to work. There is prep that needs to get done before the lunch rush, assuming we have one and Skippy doesn’t show up and scare people away again. Just the thought has my blood boiling, and I’m up and out of bed. I need to move. If I lay still any longer, I’ll start thinking up worst-case scenarios in my head, and that doesn’t do anyone any good.

  I slide a blue flower-print dress over my head and slip on yesterday’s boots. My lip curls as I remember how Ben insisted I keep them on last night, how he took command and had his way with me. I never knew that I would be so into something like that, but everything he did drove me wild. My body tingles in anticipation of the next time.

  I whistle as I walk into the back kitchen. Paul is already there doing prep work for the fish I sent him out for earlier this morning, and he stifles a yawn when he sees me.

  “Morning.”

  “Good morning,” I say. I can’t help that there’s a spring in my step, and he lifts a curious eyebrow at me but doesn’t ask the question. Paul likes to keep to himself, and I understand that. That’s why he likes working for me. I don’t pry. “Where are you at?”

  He shows me how far he’s gotten in his process, and I slide right in. Together, we work in productive silence until Katie arrives. I’m happy to see that she is her usual chipper self.

  “Another beautiful day!” she chirps, and I nod. “Another day and a better one, I’m sure.”

  “Of course. If we get any unsavory characters, I’ve got the sheriff’s department on speed dial in my phone. If someone acts, Ben will know about it,” I say.

  “Probably a good move. Let me know if you need anything.” Katie grins.

  Katie’s out and about, and soon orders stream in. A surprising amount of them. When I set four plates of food on the counter for Katie to take, she breezes in even as she’s writing on her notepad. She sets a fresh pile of orders on the counter, and I take a look at them then look back up at Katie with awe.

  “This is amazing. We’ve got a full dining room!”

  Katie’s eyes are bright as she looks up at me. I can tell she’s a little stressed. She’s never had this many customers, this many tables to manage at once. I knew she had a little experience when I hired her, but now I’m wondering how little.

  “Apparently, someone shared how great your food was on the town Facebook page. Folks around here may not be all that hip, but they’re on social media. There’s even a line developing!”

  “That’s awesome.” My heart soars at this news.

  We might make it in this little town after all. I don’t have time to dwell on the success of it though, as Katie finishes writing and piles two more orders for us to work on. The lunch shift is in full force when she sweeps back in with another set of orders.

  “Naomi, there’s someone here to see you.”

  “What, to compliment the chef?”

  “No, he just walked in. He says he knows you, but Naomi, he’s with Skippy. What should I do?”

  I curse under my breath and take the slips from her hand. I pass them to Paul and meet his gaze. “You got this for a bit?”

  He nods. “I’ve got this, boss. If you need help, give a shout.”

  “I will. Thanks,” I say.

  I pull off my apron and head out into the dining room. The second Katie sees that I am handling it, she steps back out to go refill drinks. The room is noisy with conversation, and the sound warms my heart right before it turns to stone.

  His face is burned into my brain, of course.

  Why wouldn’t it be? I dated him for long enough and knew him well before then. Jordan Henderson was supposed to be the love of my life. He looks exactly like he did the last time I saw him.

  His arms are thick with corded muscle and sleeved in tattoos. He wears a tight black T-shirt, in spite of the cold weather, and dark denim jeans. His black hair is tousled, his green eyes serpentine as he stares me down. He may be handsome, but he’s not perfect. His nose is crooked from being broken so many times, and when he smiles at me, the little gap between his front teeth takes center stage.

  “Naomi. A pleasure to see you, as always.”

  His voice is deep and grainy, his tone familiar. I glance around to see if his or Skippy’s presence has alerted anyone, but no one seems to care. They’re enjoying each other’s company, completely oblivious to the scum that’s walked through my door.

  And this day started off so well.

  “If I could have a word with you gentlemen outside, please,” I say in my most professional voice.

  Jordan c
rosses his arms and smirks at me. “Look at you, acting the boss. What are you going to do if we make a scene? Call your cop boyfriend? News travels fast around here, sweetheart.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not going to engage with you in this room, Jordan. Either step outside with me, or I will call the cops.”

  He doesn’t like my tone. His eyes harden, and he stares me down. After a heavy pause, he laughs and slaps Skippy on the back. “Let’s humor the pretty lady, shall we, Skip? After you,” he says, opening the door and waving his hand for me to walk through. I want to tell him no. I want to tell him to fuck off. Since we’re so busy, I have no choice but to go if it means it will get them out of sight of customers. I walk across the street and wait for them to join me.

  Jordan waits until a car approaches, then he slowly crosses the street, forcing them to slam on their brakes. The old man behind the wheel honks at him, and Jordan flips him the bird.

  “I see you haven’t stopped being an asshole,” I say, and Jordan laughs as he and Skippy join me.

  The air is cold, and I wrap my arms around my middle as I stare them down.

  “You used to love that about me, Naomi. You used to like a good risk, a little bit of fun.”

  “That was before you fucked my family over. Now what are you doing here? What do you want?”

  “Oh, come now. You know that’s not true. We were good together, Naomi. Remember the old times? Just you and me, a motorcycle, and plenty of adventures?”

  “No. I don’t. Do you have anything else to say before I remind you that your friend here has a permanent ban from my place, and that now applies to you, too?”

  Jordan glares at me, and his hand twitches. I wonder if he has a gun, then I realize that’s ridiculous. Jordan was always a bad boy, but it never went that far. He liked to flirt with danger, but he never went all the way with it.

  “Skippy here tells me that you’ve been hanging with a cop. That true?”