“To go see the chick you’re not dating?”
“Maybe.”
He shook his head and shot me a dirty look. “Why are you being so coy about her?”
“I’m not being coy, douchebag.”
“Yeah, you are.”
“Guess you’re being coy about Keri, then.”
“You’re a prick,” he muttered. “And your ass better not leave without cleaning up that mess you left in the kitchen.”
“What mess?”
“The dishes.”
“I’ll do ’em tomorrow, Ma.”
We parked and I didn’t even go inside. I’d brushed my teeth on the bus and also Googled what was off-limits sexually for pregnant women. I didn’t want to squish my kid or anything. It sounded like as long as I didn’t blow air into her vagina, we were good to go. And why would I do that shit, anyway? Blowing air into it? If her pussy was anywhere near my mouth, I’d have much better things in mind. I’d also read that women’s breasts were more sensitive during pregnancy, and I planned to find out if that was true.
I drove to Charlotte’s apartment, where the key was waiting for me in her mailbox in the lobby of her building. I opened the door and went inside, blood pumping hot in my veins.
Her bedroom door was open just a crack and James’s was closed. I grabbed the handle to Charlotte’s door and pushed it open. A small lamp on a nightstand created a dim glow.
She sat up in bed, holding the covers over her chest.
“Hi,” she said softly.
“Hey.”
Her messy curls and bare shoulders were so sexy. My cock started to stiffen as I approached the bed. I’d never responded this way to just the sight of a woman.
“Can I barricade the door?” I asked. “James isn’t ruining our night this time.”
She smiled. “He knows. He won’t be leaving his room until morning.”
“Good.” I shrugged off my leather jacket and tossed it to the floor beside the bed. “What’s with the covers? You cold?”
She looked down at the covers she was clutching to her chest. “No. I put something on and now I feel self-conscious.”
“What is it?”
She shook her head. “It’s stupid. I’ve never worn anything like this.”
“Charlotte.” I sat down beside her and brushed away the hair that was hiding her face. “Let me see.”
Sighing softly, she slid the covers down past her breasts, revealing low-cut, lacy black lingerie. Her breasts were cupped behind the delicate fabric, the pink of her nipples showing through. My pulse picked up as I took her in.
I reached for the covers she had a death grip on and pushed them all the way down. She wore what looked like the sexiest slip I’d ever seen, the black satin below the lace begging me to touch her.
“Wow,” I breathed, meeting her eyes. “Stand by the bed so I can see all of you.”
Slowly, she slid out from beneath the covers and stood next to the bed, her expression nervous as she looked down at me. I sat on the edge of the mattress, raking my eyes over every inch of her.
“You’re beautiful,” I said, putting my hands on her hips. I couldn’t keep them still, though; there were too many places I wanted to touch her. I slid my hands down to her thighs, around to her curvy ass, which I squeezed just hard enough to elicit a moan.
I ran my hands lower, slowly trailing my fingertips over the backs of her thighs and then up, pushing up the sides of the satin nightie to reveal more bare skin. She pressed a hand over her stomach, her breath hitching nervously.
There was no way I’d let this goddess of a woman feel self-conscious about herself. I took her wrist and eased her hand aside, then resumed my slow unveiling of the prize I’d been waiting so long for: her body.
The swell of her stomach sent a jolt of arousal straight to my dick. Knowing I’d gotten her pregnant was unexpectedly hot. I ran a hand over her smooth skin and then kissed her belly softly.
She sucked in a breath and held on to my biceps as I kissed her slow and easy, my hands around her waist. I stood, my hands slowly moving up to her breasts, where I brushed my fingertips across the soft lace covering her nipples.
“I love your body,” I said, taking one of her hands and placing it on my rock-hard cock. “You feel that?”
The tip of her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. “Yes.”
She wrapped her hand around my cock then and I groaned. It had been so damned long since anyone’s hand but my own had stroked me. And it had been worth the wait for the woman whose touch I fantasized about.
I cupped one breast and ran my thumb across her nipple until it hardened, and then I bent to kiss her through the lace.
“Oh.” It was half moan and half whisper. I took my time with her breasts until I’d gotten several more of those, only stopping when she unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down.
She shoved my boxer briefs down next, her lips turning up with satisfaction as she ran her fingernails over my ass. The tip of my cock brushed against her thigh, and she reached down and stroked me.
“Fuck . . . Charlotte.” I was too hard and ready to withstand much of that.
It wasn’t just her hands on me, but her heavy breathing and soft skin that had my balls aching with desire. Even her light, sweet smell was sexy. I’d fantasized about this so many times and it was finally happening. I kissed her then, letting all my built-up longing radiate into her. She tightened her hold on my erection and fuck . . . I almost lost it.
I eased her onto the bed and pulled the nightie off over her head. As soon as the scruff on my face touched her breasts, she moaned and arched her back up off the bed. I kissed, caressed, and explored her skin, making her wait for me to get to her spread thighs.
When I ran my tongue down the length of her slit, she moaned and wiggled out from beneath me.
“I can’t,” she said breathlessly. “I’m too close.”
“Just let go, baby.” I bent down and kissed her hip. “Let me taste you. I want you to come.”
She ran a hand through my hair, her fingertips grazing over my scalp. “I want us to come together the first time.”
I knelt between her legs and eased the head of my cock inside her.
“Oh, God.” She clutched the bedsheet and wrapped her legs around my thighs, pulling herself closer. My dick sank another inch inside her.
So she wanted it now. I pushed all the way in and we groaned together. She was tight and wet and utterly perfect.
I pumped in and out, slow and deep. It was hard to hold on with her moaning and writhing beneath me, her blond hair spread out wildly on the pillow.
“Bennett,” she said, panting. “Oh, shit. Faster.”
I hooked her ankles over my shoulders and picked up the pace. Her moaning became frantic and she sank her nails into my ass.
It pushed me over the edge. I came hard, my whole body tensing as I emptied myself into her. She gave a final loud cry, her pussy milking every drop out of me, and then her nails relaxed their hold and she sank down to the bed.
I moved onto my side and pulled her against me, her back to my chest. She was breathing heavily, so I kissed her neck and shoulder until her breaths slowed to a normal pace.
“That was incredible,” she said. “I don’t care if it was a mercy fuck.”
I leaned up on my elbow and turned her chin toward me, forcing her to meet my eyes.
“Why the hell would you say that to me, Charlotte?”
“What?” Her brow furrowed with confusion.
“What about that felt like a mercy fuck?”
“I don’t . . . I’m sorry. I just assumed a pregnant woman wasn’t any man’s first choice.”
“You’re carrying my baby.” I kept hold of her chin. “I found you unbelievably sexy before and I still do.”
She smiled. “Ditto. Bennett, your body is unreal.”
“I’d drop anything to go to bed with you, Charlotte. You just say the word.”
“Really? I have a ho
t sex slave?”
I arched my brows and grinned. “Even better. You’ve got a hot baby daddy sex slave.”
She laughed and snuggled back into me. I pulled the covers over us and wrapped my arm around her middle, resting my palm on her belly.
“Will you stay and cuddle me?” she asked softly.
“I’m staying the night.”
She got up to put on a robe and go to the bathroom, and then I pulled on my jeans and did the same. When we’d both undressed and gotten back in bed, we faced each other, both lying on our sides in the dark.
I ran my fingertips from her thigh to her hip, feeling content for the first time in a while.
“I felt something at work this afternoon,” she said.
“What do you mean?”
“It was like a fluttering sensation. It might have been nothing, but I don’t know . . . I think it was the baby kicking.”
A smile spread all the way across my face. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She yawned and I realized my plan to do her in every position I’d seen on the pregnant-sex site wasn’t going to work. At least not tonight.
But in the morning, it was on again. I was hooked on the way she moaned my name, and I wanted to hear it again as soon as possible.
Charlotte
Wren’s brows arched as she pointed to something on the conference room’s dry-erase board.
“And they’ll back everything up . . .”
The sound of her voice faded from my consciousness. I was thinking about the feel of Bennett’s scruff on my bare thighs. The sound of him groaning against my neck, his whole body tensing as he came and then relaxing against mine. The way he’d traced his fingertips lightly down my side as I fell asleep in his arms.
I’d heard the highlights of Wren’s talk about the reorganization of old files in the office, but it was hard for me to get through a full hour without my mind wandering to my night with Bennett. Though it had been three days since then, I still broke out in goose bumps when I thought about it.
“Anyone have anything else?” Wren asked, looking around at the faces of her staff.
There was a moment of silence before I spoke up on impulse.
“I’d like to share some news,” I said, tucking a stray curl behind my ear. “I’m pregnant. My baby is due in June.”
There was an audible gasp next to me. That was Sara. Riley was just staring at me, dumbfounded.
“Wow,” Sara said. “That’s amazing, Charlotte. Congratulations.”
“Congratulations, Charlotte,” Wren said, smiling warmly.
Everyone started to get up and leave. It was just Riley and me in the room, and I’d almost made it to the door when his hand wrapped around my wrist.
“Charlotte,” he hissed, “what the hell was that?”
“What?”
He looked down at my bump. Not that he could see it, since I wore big cardigans and sweaters every day to conceal it.
“You don’t think you should have told me in private? I deserved to hear that in a staff meeting? You’re something else, you know that?”
“Um . . . sorry. I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal.”
His eyes bulged. “You don’t . . .” He laughed bitterly and tightened his grip on my wrist. “I deserved to know a hell of a lot sooner than this. I assume you deliberately waited until it was too late to terminate?”
I jerked my wrist out of his grasp, realization dawning. “Maybe you should have the decency to ask if it’s yours first, you asshole.”
“Is it?”
“No.” I glared at him.
He stepped back, looking bewildered. “It’s not . . . and it’s due in June?”
“Yes.”
“Jesus, you didn’t wait long after we broke up, did you?”
That was an understatement, but I wasn’t about to tell him how long I’d waited. It was none of his damn business.
“Are you sure?” he asked in a low tone. “I mean, it could be mine.”
I shook my head. “My doctor pinpointed the conception, and it had been three weeks since you and I had been together.”
He gave me a disgusted look. “Three weeks? Christ, Charlotte . . . whore around much?”
My urge to slap him was so strong my hand shook. “Don’t you ever speak to me like that again,” I said, my calm belying the storm of anger inside me.
“So you’re with this guy now? I haven’t even dated anyone else, and you’ve found a guy and gotten knocked up already?”
“Turns out I’ve got a thing for big dicks,” I said, shrugging.
“This is not a joke. I loved you.”
“Past tense, Riley. I’ve moved on and you should, too.”
His gaze was hard and cold. “Clearly,” he said, brushing past me to leave the room.
I sighed deeply as I went out to the common area of the office. Sara gave me a sympathetic look. I smiled at her and headed for my office, stopping when a Flyers sweater caught my attention in a photo on the Sports page of the local paper that was lying on the coffee table in our client waiting area.
It was Bennett and Killian, both smiling and holding their sticks in the air on the ice after a home game win. Seeing Bennett’s million-dollar smile made me warm all over. He’d done a lot more than just scratch my itch for sex the other night. I’d felt just like I remembered feeling our first night together—sexy. Seeing a big, powerful man like him worked up over me was a heady feeling.
He’d stayed for breakfast the morning after our night together, kissed me good-bye, and left. I’d thought of him constantly since. My bedsheets had his leather and cologne smell now, and I wouldn’t be washing them anytime soon.
I folded the Sports section in half and took it into my office with me. As soon as I logged back on to my computer, there was an email waiting from Riley. I rolled my eyes and opened it.
Charlotte,
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean the things I said to you in the conference room. That was my hurt talking more than anything. Please forgive me and give me another chance to talk to you about this.
Riley
I closed the message and got to work on my research. There was nothing else for me to talk to Riley about. He just wanted to interrogate me about who I’d been with and when, and that was none of his business.
I’d been working for a few minutes when I glanced over at the Sports section I’d tossed on my desk. The photo wasn’t showing, so I flipped the paper over and put it next to my mouse pad.
The boring case-law research had to happen. Might as well look at Bennett while I did it.
Bennett
The locker room was loud today. Spirits were high because we’d won our last game and had just finished a grueling practice. I’d showered and was about to go to a buffet with Killian and Liam, where I’d eat more than my money’s worth.
“The bed was knocking against the wall ’til three this morning,” my teammate Tony Karpas said to Shuck. “Did she manage to walk out of our apartment this morning or did you have to carry her?”
Shuck turned a dark shade of crimson. He was a super nice, non-womanizing guy who didn’t get a lot of women in the sack.
“Shucked her pretty good, eh?” another teammate said, laughing.
“Did you shuck her in the ass?” someone else yelled.
Shuck looked like he was about to die of embarrassment. I felt bad for the guy. I was about to go over and save him when the locker room started to quiet.
“Bennett.”
I turned my back to see Keri, our team PR person, looking at me expectantly.
“Yeah?”
Thank fuck I had my pants on. Our new owner Sid and Keri both went in and out of the locker room with no care for whether or not we were dressed. I didn’t like it since I knew Killian was with Sid and suspected Liam was with Keri.
“I’ve got some exciting news,” Keri said. “You’ve been named one of the Hottest Men on Ice by Glamorous, a national magazine.”
The loc
ker room went silent.
“What?” I asked, confused.
“A reporter and photographer will be coming to interview you and take photos for the article.”
The snickers started. I shook my head and shot a few dirty looks around the room.
“Is this a joke?” I asked Keri. “If Liam set you up to do this—”
Keri rolled her eyes and glared at me. “Really? Is this where you tell me you’re not that hot and I reassure you that you are?”
“No, I just wasn’t expecting anything like this.”
“It’s an honor. I’m sitting in on the interview if you don’t mind. They’ll be here Thursday.”
I pulled a T-shirt on over my head and nodded. “Yeah, that’s fine.”
“And I think we’ll do some shirtless photos on the ice.”
“I’ll freeze my balls off.”
She gave me a big, fake smile. “It’s for a great cause. You’ll have women beating down your door soon.”
Then she turned and left before I could protest further.
“This is gonna be fuckin’ awesome,” Killian said, laughing.
“Fuck you.” I covered the few steps between my locker and his and shoved his shoulder.
Liam struck a cheesy seductive pose, looking over his shoulder and biting a fingertip.
“Fuck you, too,” I said. “You’re just jealous.”
This was nothing but a pain in my ass, but I’d have to put on a good face for the team. For once, I didn’t want women beating down my door. There was just one I was interested in.
I closed my eyes and winced. I hadn’t done that in so long—wanted just one woman. And the only other time I’d committed myself to a relationship, it had ended very badly.
It was too soon to go there. Charlotte and I were expecting a kid together and had slept together a second time. I just wanted to enjoy her without letting thoughts of the past cloud everything.
Forcing memories of Kelly from my head, I vowed to do just that.
The guy who owned the Chinese buffet was glaring at our table when we sat down with our third round of food. He’d accused us of trying to eat him out of business in the past. We worked up massive appetites at practice, though.
“So how’s it going with Sid?” I asked Killian.
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