I smiled, reveling in his splendor. “Hey, baby.”
Bert unslung my computer on the table. “Okay, Livy. Call me if you want lunch.” He nodded at Hunter. “Mr. Carlisle.”
Hunter rose from his desk and came around, his eyes soft and a small smile dusting his face. “Good morning. How are you?” He wrapped an arm around my back and put his palm on my baby bump. “And how’s the little one?”
“Good. Both good. I’m worried about you, though. This is starting to get out of hand, Hunter.”
He kissed my lips softly. “God, I love you so much, Livy.” He rubbed my belly. “Don’t worry about me. Let me worry about you. How was the ride in?” He directed me to the chair at the table.
“Same as always.” I took the proffered seat.
“Do you need some water or tea?”
“No, that’s okay. I can get it. Carey isn’t my assistant, she’s yours.”
An edge crept into his voice, his business tone and power infusing his words. “You’re a guest and she gets paid to distribute beverages to guests.”
Guest? I was practically a tenant. “I’m good, Hunter. I’ll get it when I need a break.”
After a moment he kissed the crown of my head. “Get to work, then.”
Fawning one minute and commanding the next. The man had issues.
“Hey, did you see this?” Brenda popped her head in the office and held out an iPad.
“Brenda, you can just tell me where to look on my phone. You don’t need to bring in your iPad every time you see my game…” I laughed as she walked closer, holding out the screen for me to inspect.
“My kids pull this stuff up. I don’t know how to find it. Look—” She pointed to the familiar graphic of Bruce’s and my game. Apple had given us a banner on the storefront.
I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face. It was just one of the many awesome things that had happened with the game in the last two months. It had taken off. Flat-out gone wild. Our game had stayed number one for a solid month. That was almost unheard of. It also hit number one with the Android market, on PC, and even did well on e-readers that could download apps. Money was pouring in. Enthusiastic fans clamored for more levels, more! We’d created a hit.
Thank God I’d switched jobs when I had, because even working full-time, I was hard-pressed to stay ahead of the players. I was trying to get the next game going, too, working through the same process with that. I never had an idle moment, and I loved every minute of it.
Soon after the game blew up, I thought Bruce was going to have a meltdown. After all, wasn’t this a replica of his first company? It grew into a sensation virtually overnight and blindsided him with demands?
Amazingly…history didn’t repeat itself. It was like he was expecting it. When we needed programming help, he was already on it. When we got a mention on the Ellen DeGeneres Show, Bruce was ready with a marketing boost directly after. The man was on fire! He’d definitely learned how to run a business. And he still gave his wife plenty of face time. Win-win for him.
“Yeah, they are pushing the game again because we got a mention on some comedy show,” I said. “They called us ‘wonderfully addictive.’”
“Huh.” Brenda looked at Hunter, who was watching us. “I thought it was boring. I just don’t get all these electronic games. I’d rather just read a book. My kids finally played, though. They liked it. Have you played it?”
“I have, yes.” Hunter’s eyes sparkled as he looked at me. “I’m waiting for harder levels.”
I sniffed. “You’re a little smarter than our test demographic, Mr. Snobby.”
Hunter had ripped through the game in record time with very high scores. I was currently developing a game just for him. I’d stump that bastard if it was the last thing I did.
With that, I fell into my coding. The more I kept his focus, the longer he’d have to stay tonight. I wanted some fondling time. I hadn’t been able to stop at third base yet. He got me so worked up I strived for home every time.
Tonight, though, I’d show him what he had missed when he was a teen. I fully expected him to hate me for it.
Chapter Seven
“Hey, baby—” Hunter stopped in the doorway.
“Do you need to shower?” I asked innocently. I was lying on the bed in his pajama bottoms and a tank top that didn’t completely fit. It stretched along my baby bump, showing clearly that I was expecting.
His head shook slowly as his eyes traveled my body. His tie was loosened and his button-up shirt was open down the front, revealing an undershirt hugging his cut pecs and lying against his flat stomach. He unthreaded his tie all the way and pulled it from under his collar. He walked to the end of the bed before shrugging out of his shirt and then pulling off his undershirt.
I sucked in a breath at the most exquisitely cut chest in the world. The thing was bumpy and delicious. I got why women salivated just at hearing his name.
Seriously, how the hell did I get so lucky?
He stripped out of his pants and crawled onto the bed in his boxers, already tenting.
“You look beautiful,” he said as he stretched out beside me. His hand traced up my hip and in, over my stomach and up. He didn’t touch a breast. Instead, he skipped over and ran his fingertips lightly along my chin. He leaned in, grazing his lips across mine.
Shooting sparks of expectation lit me up. I ran my hand up one powerful arm and then down his side, feeling the play of muscles as he, in turn, ran his hand back down my side. I felt him deepening the kiss before leaning, gently pushing me to my back. He didn’t lie on me, though. Instead, he traced my stomach with his hand again, lightly. Softly.
“When are we going to tell your mother?” he murmured against my lips.
I tensed, not expecting that question. It needed to be done, I knew. She was my mom. For better or worse, I really should tell her big news like this.
“Soon. Probably. I don’t know. Maybe next month.”
“Why not this weekend?”
A surge of panic had me pushing him away without realizing it. He lifted a little, looking down at me with those bedroom eyes, reminding me of sexy nights.
I turned my head to the side. “She’ll just be weird about it. She already calls me periodically to ask how it’s going with you. With this she’ll probably turn up at your doorstep with an overnight bag.”
“Our doorstep. And what is your concern? That she’ll ask for money?”
I rested my hand on Hunter’s big shoulder. “Truthfully…I’m sure she will. I don’t know if she pissed away all her money, or she’s just afraid it’ll run out because she’s never really worked and won’t start now, but that’s why she’s always chasing rich men. She’s after their money. She thinks I’m giving her an ‘in’ with you. This would be a big, golden gateway as far as she’s concerned. You don’t want to be subjected to that.”
“I wouldn’t be. I’m no stranger to people wanting my money. What would make it easier on you, though?”
I laughed sardonically. “I have no idea.”
I felt Hunter’s fingers apply pressure to my cheek. I let him pull my face toward him before he planted a sweet kiss on my lips. “Let me run interference. I can handle your mother.”
“You don’t know my mother. She can wear down a rock.”
His lips connected more soundly. “I’m more headstrong than a rock,” he mumbled against my lips.
“Certainly denser. I can’t argue there.” I smiled as I ran my hand down his smooth back. “Why do you want to tell my mother when you are ignoring yours like the plague?”
Hunter kissed me soundly, stealing my focus. His issue with his mother was completely forgotten for the moment. He was definitely great at running interference.
He opened my mouth with his, then explored with his tongue. His hands found my breast now, kneading. His finger traced around my nipple, making me moan.
“Wait, wait,” I said, already out of breath. My sex pounded, begging for him. But this was a return to the past.
I needed to stay in the safe zone, whatever the hell that was.
The irony of being knocked up out of wedlock, and then trying to pretend I was a virgin, was not lost on me.
“Go slow,” I said against his mouth. “I don’t want to have sex.”
His body peeled away from mine in a flash. His hands were gone the next second. Cold air replaced his heat, and made me shiver.
“I didn’t mean I can’t have sex, just that I don’t want it,” I clarified.
“Why? What’s wrong?” I heard the panic lining his words.
Perhaps I should’ve approached this a little differently…
“I’m fine. And can have sex. And want to have sex. But I think it’d be better for you if you… Look, I’m trying to stop at third base, okay?”
He blinked at me for a second, as if trying to process the crazy words coming out of my mouth.
“This just got awkward,” I muttered. I grabbed his thick arm and pulled. “C’mere.”
A confused grin lit up his handsome features. “Do you think you can hold out?”
“I have no idea.”
His warmth came against me again as he shifted. “You scared me for a minute.”
“Sorry about that. Sometimes I’m pretty sure it’d be easier if you could read my mind.”
Hunter laughed as he traced my collarbone with his lips. “What’s off limits? This?” His hand trailed over my breast slowly.
I sighed, closing my eyes. “No, that’s okay.”
“Hmm.” He peeled my shirt up, exposing my chest. His lips rolled over the swell of my breast before his hot mouth closed over my taut nipple. He sucked as his free hand tweaked my other nipple.
I moaned, running my hands along his shoulders. “That’s definitely okay.” My sex swelled, uncomfortable now. “I think more touching, too.”
“Awfully forward of you. Naughty girl.” Hunter raised me up so he could slip my shirt off. “I assume third base has nudity.”
“It does now.”
He went back to my nipple for a while before his hand slid gently over my belly. His mouth stilled. Then he sighed. “I can’t believe we’re going to have a baby. This is a strange dream. I never thought it would happen.”
“I am the maker of miracles,” I said, just about ready to push on the top of his head to get him where I needed him. His sentiments were sweet and all, but this girl needed a little action.
He scooted up, going the opposite way to where I wanted him to. I didn’t remember being so sexually frustrated when I was a virgin.
His lips connected with mine, hot and passionate. His hand moved down to my thigh, rubbing along the outside. I clung to him, opening my legs a little. That hand was in the wrong spot!
I felt down his stomach, marveling at the muscle, before dipping into his boxers. My fingers glided along that smooth, velvety skin.
“Is that allowed?” Hunter said against my lips, his breath heavy.
“I think everything but sex is allowed.”
“You’re making the rules…”
“Oh, right. Then yes, everything but sex is allowed. And in the middle of the night when I randomly wake up, desperate and horny, sex is allowed.”
“Cheater.” He nibbled my lips as my palm worked down his shaft to the base. I took a firm hold and stroked slowly. His groan was agonized. “I don’t think I’ll end up liking this very much.” His hand dipped into my pajama bottoms.
“Going backwards probably won’t be as much fun, no. Too bad.” I scooted forward, needing more of his body against mine. I took him out of his boxers, pushing the material down. His tip hit off my clothed hip.
I spread my legs, biting his lip a little when his fingers traced over my panty-covered sex. His touch was firm but light, mostly teasing. I gyrated up, something a virgin probably wouldn’t do. I didn’t care. I needed a little satisfaction.
I latched on to his neck with one hand and stroked harder with the other. I pulled against his neck, making him put more weight on top of me. His hand moved to the top of my panties. His fingers dug a little, and then his hand pushed back down. His skin slid over my wet sex.
“Oh God,” I said, feeling the fervor.
His finger circled my nub before dipping low and then entering my body.
I moaned into his mouth, sucking in his tongue and gyrating my hips. His fingers worked in me, making the pleasure spiral inside me. I panted, tightening up. Feeling the heat.
He went back down to my nipple, sucking it in, making it impossible to stroke him. I relented for the moment, assuming he was about to explode. I knew how he felt.
His tongue circled before he sucked harder. A tiny bite of pain edged the sensation. When he backed off, the tingling amplified the pleasure, making me moan and arch up to him. His thumb manipulated my clit as his fingers plunged. The heat simmered, then boiled. My body wound up. My muscles flexed, one by one.
“Oh God.” I dug my fingertips into his skin. “Oh Hunt—” I ripped apart. An orgasm tore through me without warning. I moaned into it, shaking on the bed.
As it drained, my kiss turned languid. I rubbed my hands against his hard chest before reaching down and pushing his boxers completely off. He rose up to get the job done before letting me roll him to his back.
I kissed his lips, hot and heavy, before moving down his fantastic chest. I trailed my tongue between his abs before reaching his large manhood. I circled the tip with my tongue before sucking it in, taking it as far as I could go.
Hunter’s hands fisted in the sheets. His exhale was audible. I chased my mouth with my hand, bobbing on him. After a while I backed off, keeping my hand going, before swirling my tongue around his tip again. And then suction.
“Holy f—” Hunter pulled at the sheets. His magnificent arms and chest flexed, thick cords of muscle glistening in the light. I was transfixed, watching his body and completely forgetting about what I was doing.
Thank God for autopilot, even in this.
“I’m going to—” He rose and moved me off him while grabbing his boxers. He exploded into the material.
After he cleaned up a little, he reached down for me. I’d been staring with an amused grin.
“What?” he asked with a sleepy smile.
“Didn’t want to deal with your handiwork when kissing me, huh?”
He chuckled as he positioned himself next to me on the bed. He turned onto his side, running his palm along my belly. “Not really. I doubted you’d mind.”
He leaned into me, resuming the kissing. Deep and passionate, his lips moved over mine. His tongue wet my bottom lip as his thumb hooked into my waistband. “I’m allowed to reciprocate, right?”
“Encouraged to, yes.”
“Eventually. I’m enjoying just kissing you for now.”
I ran my fingers through his hair. “You don’t have to spell everything out. I am capable of putting two and two together…”
“Are you sure? I played your puzzle game. I’m not sure you have a head for it.”
“Oh really? Is that right?” I scoffed. “Just wait. Wait until I unleash my current creation on you. You’ll cry, it’s so hard.”
He rose up to look down on me. His brow furrowed. His business look replaced the passion and desire from a moment before. “Are you talking about the new levels you’re designing?”
It took me a second to react. I didn’t like the business look interrupting our playtime. “No. Those are for the common folk. I designed some rough stuff just for you. It won’t have the shine and gloss because I don’t have the time, but it will make you pull your hair out. Just watch.”
His hard look cleared. His expression melted back into that of love. He leaned back toward my lips.
“You’re not normal, did you know that?” I said through his kisses. “Normal people can’t switch off sexy times that fast.”
“I’ve had my whole adulthood to perfect switching into my business mentality. It’s only with you that I’d rather not.”
“Hmm.” I snuggled deeper into the pillow as I smiled, pulling him so he would move on top of me. He leaned down to finish pushing off my pants and panties, then started to comply before freezing and looking down at my stomach. “Are you sure?”
“I’m barely showing, Hunter. This is fine. You won’t squish the baby.”
He moved over me slowly, putting his elbows on either side of me, and no doubt bracing on his knees, to keep from resting on me fully. His kiss was sweet. “My baby.”
I angled my head to get a deeper kiss. His hips turned toward me a fraction. His cock slid up my wet sex.
“Ohhh, wow.” My eyes fluttered and my body purred. I tightened my legs around him.
His hips angled again. His cock slid away, and then came back again. A wave of arousal stole over me. I tried to arch, but there wasn’t room. I pushed my hips back, deeper into the bed, creating some space. His tip slid down, through my nether lips. It stopped too soon.
I pulled back a little more until that blunt head put firm pressure at my opening. I paused as my nerve endings fired. Heat crashed into me. My body sizzled.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I said into Hunter’s mouth. All humor had been erased. His smile was gone. His body was frozen over mine, braced. His lips rested on mine, waiting. He was putting all the power in my hands.
“Okay.” It was barely whispered. Hardly more than a release of breath. He didn’t move.
I captured his lips with mine, angling up just a fraction. That blunt tip pushed at my opening. Threatening to enter. Expectation wrapped around me, heightening this moment. My core pounded, needing him.
“I didn’t want to have sex,” I said again, begging him to either back off, or forgive me my inability to put on the brakes.
“I know,” he said, pulling back slowly. The pressure lightened before his tip dragged along my slit.
Our breath started to labor. My body trembled under his. All my focus was on him near my opening. On this precipice of intimacy. It didn’t matter that we’d done this before. It didn’t matter that neither of us were virgins. Strangely, it felt like we were. This felt like that first time when we couldn’t deny ourselves any longer. When we were daring each other to keep going. To make our bodies as one.
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