Sleeping With The Truth_An Office Love Baby Daddy Romance

by Kelli Walker

  Without question.

  “What are we going to do?” she asked.

  I pressed a kiss to the top of her head as my fingers danced down her arms.

  “We’re going to take it day by day,” I said. “Anything you need, all you have to do is ask.”

  “I can’t raise a child, Kenneth. I’m not prepared. I’m not… I’m not ready. I don’t know how to take care of a child. Or change a diaper. Or make a bottle. Wait, I don’t have to make a bottle if I breastfeed, right? How much do diapers cost? Do you know how much diapers cost?”

  “Tiffany.”

  “A nursery. Fuck. Kenneth. How am I going to take care of my mother and a child? We don’t have another room in our house.”

  “Tiffany.”

  “And my job! Kenneth, people are really going to talk now. We just got them off our backs. I don’t know if I can handle-.”

  “Tiffany!”

  Her watery gaze whipped up to mine and I sighed.

  “You won’t be doing this alone, you know. You’ll have me.”

  “I can’t ask you to do that.”

  “You’re not. I’m telling you that,” I said.

  “That quickly? Without any sort of question? You’ll just… just dedicate your life to a woman you’ve known for a month who accidentally got pregnant after one night in a foreign country with you?”

  Her eyes dropped to her lap and I watched her fiddle with the hem of her shirt. This was a side of Tiffany I hadn’t seen yet. A nervous, anxious, rattled woman replaced the confident and intelligent woman I’d come to know. Come to respect.

  Come to love.

  “Hey, hey, hey. Look at me.”

  I watched those bright, beautiful eyes rose and connect with mine. They were filled with so much worry. So much uncertainty.

  I wanted to take it all away from her as fast as I could.

  “Yes,” I said. “Just like that.”

  “Why?” she asked with a whisper. “Why would you do that?”

  Should I tell her?

  Did I dare?

  “Because you’re carrying my child,” I said. “Because you’re about to give me a gift no other person as ever given me. Because you’re special, and you mean a great deal to me. Because you make me smile. You make me feel relaxed in your presence. Like I can be myself. Like my money doesn’t matter.”

  She sat up and turned against me while my arm slid from around her. My hand fell to her thigh and I began to stroke it. A small ministration that sent her cheeks flushing that beautiful crimson red I’d beheld that night.

  The night that created our child.

  “You aren’t going to do this alone, Tiffany. And I don’t want you apologizing any longer for it. This isn’t a bad thing. A child could never be a bad thing. I know you’re scared, and I know there are a lot of unknown variables here. But I need you to know that you won’t tackle them alone. You won’t endure them alone. Though there is one issue.”

  “What’s that?” she asked.

  “We do need to have a talk about your job.”

  “Kenneth, I need that job now more than ever.”

  “No you don’t. Because you have me,” I said.

  “You’re not going to fire me from my job and then feed me money whenever I need it. I might be carrying your child, but I’m not some kept woman.”

  “I never would’ve assumed such a thing,” I said.

  “Then why are you about to fire me? I know you are. I can see it in your eyes.”

  “Because you know as well as I do that with everything we found out today, you can’t possibly stay my secretary.”

  “Then I’ll work in another department. Any department you have.”

  “You’ll experience a great deal of ridicule, Tiffany. I’m not willing to expose you to that.”

  “With all due respect, Kenneth, it’s not your damn choice.”

  “I don’t know if I’d talk like that to your first business investor,” I said.

  “Say what?”

  I grinned as I cupped her cheek.

  “I want you to stay at the company. Trust me. You’re an incredible asset. But it’s simply inappropriate given everything that’s about to happen. And I’m concerned that once your body… blossoms…”

  “Is that what we’re calling it?” she asked.

  “Yes, it is. And I’m worried that once your body begins to blossom, I’ll start hovering. Keeping you from doing the job I know you’re capable of doing because of my own want to keep you and our child safe. So, I’ll be the first investor for your business.”

  “And while that’s a wonderful offer, I can’t build a business and be pregnant.”

  “You’re Tiffany fucking Graves. You can be anything you want,” I said.

  “You’re being serious right now.”

  “Very. When you were talking on the plane about your vision for wanting an affordable health and wellness center in Miami, I thought it was amazing. It’s why I threw out all of those suggestions for how to jumpstart your business. I want to help you with it. And now seems like a great time for me to start doing just that. In exchange for a small percentage, of course,” I said with a grin.

  “Oh, of course,” she said with a devious smile.

  She leaned into me and pressed her lips to mine, sealing our deal with a kiss. My hand slipped around to the back of her head, cradling her against me. She pressed into me. Slid into my lap. Straddled my body while her hands wrapped around my neck. I felt my cock throbbing to life below her. My hands wandered up and down her back. Soon, her body would look different every passing day, and I would have the opportunity to memorize all of those new peaks and valleys using the tip of my tongue.

  The thought made me shiver.

  “How do you know this is going to work?” she whispered into my lips.

  I pulled back my kiss and found her eyes.

  “Because I love you,” I said. “That’s how I know.”

  Her eyes widened and her body stilled. She froze, like a fossil trapped within an amber prison. I feared that I had made a mistake in telling her. That maybe all of this was too much at once. My hands fell to her hips and I forced myself to give her time to process. To digest what I’d just admitted.

  Then, I watched a smile crawl across her cheeks.

  She threw her arms around me and crashed our lips together again. My tongue collided with hers and I felt her tits pressing against my chest. I lowered her back to the couch as her legs wrapped around me, my hands sliding down the beautiful outline of her form. I raked my tongue along her cheeks. The front of her teeth. The roof of her mouth. Electricity shot to my toes as I committed to memory every little sound that filled my throat from hers.

  I parted our lips and smoothed her hair from her face, not expecting anything in return.

  “I love you, too,” Tiffany said with a whisper.

  My heart leapt for joy. My entire body filled with white hot energy. I pulled her up from the couch and held her close to me, laughing into the crook of her neck. Her giggles filled the room around me and I saw all of it in an instant. Waking up to her every morning. Sharing breakfast in my kitchen. Watching our child take their first steps across the living room. Making love to her every single night until she begged me to stop. I saw my entire life with her flash behind the lids of my eyes.

  All of it, passionate.

  All of it, peaceful.

  All of it, perfect.

  “So,” she said as she settled onto my lap, “what does this ‘small percentage’ get me?”

  “I figured our first order of business would be to find you a place to set up your business. Then there’s designing it and furnishing it. Marketing it and-.”

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” she said as she slid off to the side. “I thought this was a small investment.”

  “It is. I usually invest close to three million into the companies I flip.”

  “You aren’t flipping a company, Kenneth. It doesn’t exist yet.”

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bsp; “Which is why I’m only giving you half that.”

  “One and a half mill-... are you kidding me right now?” she asked.

  “No. I’m not. One and a half million will get you up and running, and in exchange I take ten percent of your business. If you want to make it a loan-type of scenario, then once I get my one and a half million back, that percentage drops to five, and it’s a done deal.”

  “You’re still being serious,” she said.

  “Absolutely.”

  “Kenneth, I don’t know. That’s a lot of money. I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

  “You can take your time and think about it. I know a lot has happened today. But I know you can do this, and I want you to know that I support your ideas and dreams. Even if none of this had happened between us, I would still be offering to invest.”

  “Why?” she asked.

  “Because if there’s anything this month has taught me, it’s that the people of Miami deserve better.”

  She seemed to relax a bit, and I took it as a good thing. She needed to stay relaxed. A lot was going to change over the coming months.

  Then, I watched her eyes change. Morph.

  Darken.

  “So, let’s assume I take you up on one of your offers.”

  Tiffany smoothed her hands up my chest and my cock twitched.

  “How often would you be requiring these payments?”

  Her eyes fluttered to mine and my hands squeezed her hips. Her hands smoothed over my shoulders and wrapped around my neck. I rose myself up, encompassing her lips as she moaned into me. I stood from the couch in one smooth motion, cupping her ass while her legs wrapped around me. The smells from the kitchen were growing thick in the air. I felt her panting against me. Her lips swelled against mine and her hands gripped my collar, her body clinging to every part of me she could. I walked her back into my bedroom as fire coursed through my muscles. Burning with excess energy I couldn’t wait to unleash across her body.

  I lowered her to my bed, my hands unfurling her grasp from my collar. I threaded our fingers together and pinned her wrists above her head. I watched her. Saw her eyes hood themselves in lust. Her chest panted and her skin flushed. Tinted with pinks and reds that offset her green eyes I’d stare into every night for as long as she would let me.

  I bit back a growl as I ground my pulsing cock into her clothed pussy.

  “How often will I take my payment?” I asked.

  I lowered my nose and nuzzled the shell of her ear.

  “I’ll take my payment every night tangled in the sheets of my bed.”

  Tiffany

  I pushed him up as I sat up on the bed. Our hands were all over one another. Tugging on shirts and pulling down pants. Relieving ourselves of clothing until nothing but our skin was touching one another. His body cloaked mine as he laid me back down onto the bed, his muscles bridging the gap between the peaks and valleys of my body. His lips pressed into mine and I could feel him. I felt his heart beating against my chest. I felt his cock painting its precum along my inner thigh. I felt my body melding with his as his lips trailed down my cheek.

  My neck.

  My bosom.

  My hands curled into his hair as he sank to the floor. My legs were tossed over his shoulder and I felt his lips kiss my pussy. I dripped for him. I yearned for him. I could smell my scent wafting around our heads. His tongue lapped up my slit and my eyes flew open, and I simply had to see.

  Had to watch him as he devoured me whole.

  Our eyes connected and I couldn’t blink. Couldn't move as he pinned me to the bed and raked his tongue against my clit. It throbbed against his tongue as he worked it side to side. Up and down. Sending jolts of electricity buzzing through my body until my toes curled into the muscles of his back. My head finally fell to the bed. I could no longer keep myself upright. My hands fisted his hair as he lifted my legs, pressing my knees to my chest.

  It was all too much.

  I felt myself caving to him.

  “Kenneth. Ken-... I-... please don’t… don’t… uh…”

  I rolled against him. Shoved my pussy into his lips. Silently begged him for more until I was putty in the palms of his hands. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Colors sizzled into darkness as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. My jaw unhinged but nothing came out. My back arched off the bed and my pussy exploded. Juices dripped down my ass crack as my nails scraped along his scalp and I could feel him grinning.

  Chuckling.

  Entertaining himself upon my sight.

  My body plummeted to the bed and he raced up my body. Our lips crashed together and the taste of me upon his lips was wondrous. I wrapped my arms around him as my legs parted, ready to receive all of him. His cock pressed against my entrance. My juices coated the leaking tip of his dick. Our tongues did battle while his hands supported his weight against the mattress and I rolled my hips to capture him.

  My pussy swallowed him whole and I felt him groan into my lips.

  “Tiffany.”

  “Kenneth.”

  “Holy fuck, Tiff.”

  “Ken. Please don’t stop. Don’t stop what you’re… yes.”

  It felt like my heart was going to explode. The way his cock filled me. The way it stroked me. The way his tight curls graced the tip of my clit. Our bodies fit together unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Our eyes connected as I ran my hand through his hair, taking in the way his brow began to sweat for me. My hands raked down his back, pulling growls from his throat as my heels pressed into the bed. I bucked into him. I met him thrust for thrust. I breathed his air and bathed myself in his sounds and not once could I look away.

  “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

  I climbed that precipice. I forged my way to the top with my arms outstretched. His hands removed mine from his body and pinned them above my head as my tits bounced against his chest. He rolled into me, our bodies moving as one. He rolled deeply filled parts of me I didn’t think could be touched. My eyes fluttered closed. My body shook against his. I felt his sweat dripping into the crook of my neck. He pinned me beneath him, my body at his complete mercy, and I felt my orgasm slowly backing away.

  Slowly fading into the background.

  “Ken, please,” I said with a moan. “I’ll do anything.”

  I opened my eyes and watched as his body stilled on top of mine.

  “Anything?” he asked.

  My mind came to a halt. The fire in my toes raged up the backs of my thighs. I needed his body. I needed his cock. I needed him to fill me the way I knew only he could. I gazed into the eyes of the father of my child as the rest of my walls came crashing down.

  Anything.

  I really would do anything.

  But not for an orgasm.

  For him.

  I would do anything for him.

  “I love you, Ken,” I said with a whisper.

  His lips fell to mine as his hands slid down my arms. He cupped my breasts, tweaking my nipples until I moaned down his throat. He inched into me, our hips connecting together before he slid back out. Slowly. Luxuriously. Listening to the sounds of our connection while his cock grew against my walls. My lips ghosted against his. My hands ran along the sculpted muscles of his back. Our bodies bled into one. My heartbeat synced with his. The bed rocked and the mattress undulated and the sounds of wet skin slapping wet skin filled the room. I forced my eyes open. I forced myself to look into the eyes of the man I’d wholly given myself over to. The man I would raise my child with. The man I had allowed myself to love beyond all circumstances.

  Kenneth pounded into me, creating a rhythmic harmony that filled the space between us.

  The little space that still existed.

  “Kenneth. Ken. Please. Yes. Don’t stop. Don’t stop! I’m almost there. Yes! Ken! Yes, please!”

  Suddenly, my body stopped. My vision dimmed and my ears muted and all I could feel was my chest arching into his body. All I could feel was his cock pulsing agains
t my walls. All I could feel were our intermingled juices dripping down my skin. I gasped for air. I clung to his arms. I dug my fingernails into his chiseled muscles as his lips breathed life back into my body. My pussy pulled him deeper. Rendered him immobile as his cock spilled into me.

  There was only the sound of my rushing heartbeat, coupled with the sound of his voice.

  “I love you, Tiff. I love you. Every part of you.”

  His body collapsed to mine and I threaded my arms around him. I felt the rapid beating of his heart against my skin. I couldn’t believe it. All of it seemed so surreal. I felt him pressing kisses into the crook of my neck as we laid there, our bodies spent and covered with the scent of the other. I slowly felt all of the pieces falling into place. Not at all as I expected them to, but in a way that somehow seemed better.

  More authentic.

  More like us.

  He slid from my body and pulled me against him. I settled my head onto his chest, playing with the divot that ran straight down his chest. The evidence of our debauchery was leaking from between my thighs, but I didn’t dare move.

  I didn’t want to be anywhere else but in his arms.

  “How are you feeling?” he asked.

  “Better than ever,” I said.

  “Did you mean what you asked?”

  I tilted my gaze up to meet his as his hand ran through my hair.

  “I did,” I said.

  “Then move in with me.”

  I felt my heart stop as I sat up. Kenneth followed me, his back propped against his headboard. My brow furrowed and my eyes widened as he took my hands within his one. His arm wrapped around me, pulling me into his body before my forehead fell to his lips.

  “I meant what I said when I told you I would take care of you. Provide for you in any way you needed. I can do that easier with you here. You can take any bedroom you want. You don’t have to sleep with me.”

  “But my mother. She’ll be recuperating from her surgery and-”

  “And I’ll be getting her around-the-clock care at her house. But that’s not our only option. If you really want to be around her, then she can come here, too.”