“Two million dollars,” she says, licking her lips as she does.
“And you’re getting laid regularly,” I joke. “You’ve really hit the jackpot.”
“To be honest, it’s more money than I’ve ever seen, let alone had. I don’t know what I’ll do with it all.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll figure something out,” I say as I reach into my desk drawer. Opening it, I pull out a document that I had my lawyers draft. It’s a legal form in duplicate that stipulates payment of the funds once the baby is born.
I hand them over to Carrie to sign. Once she has them, she reads through the contract meticulously, more than I would have thought. In fact, as I watch her, I am certain that she reads it twice. And it is only when she is satisfied that she takes a pen and countersigns both copies.
“There,” she says smiling. “Done and done.”
“Perfect!” I exclaim, taking one of the signed forms and slipping it back into my desk drawer. “The other one is for your records. Now, have I told you how perfect you look today?”
“No,” she says, trying to hide her smile.
“Well, you do. More than that even.” I walk over to her and slip my hand around her waist, pulling her onto my lap. She lets me, falling onto it.
“But wait,” she says, still smiling. “I don’t start until Saturday.”
I frown. “You know what? I’m willing to get an early start on the whole thing if you are? Just in case.”
“Just in case,” she nods.
I smile as my hand strokes her back, slowly moving across her soft skin. Holding her stare the entire time, I sit myself up straighter, leaning forward. She copies, leaning down and kissing me on the lips. I can already feel the fire.
Chapter 16
CARRIE
Every time I kiss him my body shakes. His hand runs through my hair, guiding my face to his. As our lips meet, he holds it there. Not that he needs to. I could kiss him for hours.
Our lips lock, dancing back and forth in perfect rhythm. I have never felt so comfortable kissing someone before. I have never felt so sexually alive. His lips are moist and warm, while his tongue is soft. It pushes into my mouth, lapping at my own tongue. I lick it back, pretending to nibble at it.
As I do, his hand leaves the back of my head and grips my waist instead. In the spur of the moment, I lift up my left leg, kicking it over his head and down by his other side. I’m now straddling him.
He is wearing khaki pants, and I can already feel his bulge, pressing up against my lips. He told me he has ten inches for me. That’s bigger than anything I have ever taken before, and although I thought he might be exaggerating, now that I can feel him, I think he might have been playing down its size.
“I think I should leave,” I whisper in his ear. I then lick his ear and nibble on it. He groans.
“Then go,” he says, keeping his hands firmly on my waist.
I don’t make to move. I stay right where I am.
I begin to move my hips back and forth, grinding into him. His bulge, pulsating in his pants, pushes itself up against my lips. I can feel it stroking the outside of my clit. My body trembles every time I grind myself forward.
His hands move from my waist and to my back, where they find the clasp on my dress. He undoes it, and I slump my shoulders, allowing for my dress to fall open. My breasts are now right in his face, and he pounces. First, my left, and then my right. He bites down on both with just enough pressure that I squeal, but don’t scream.
“You like that?” He groans as he pulls his mouth from my heaving breasts.
In response, I grab the top of his head and push it back into my breasts. I want more.
As he continues to play with them, his hand moves down to my thighs. He pinches my thigh as his hand breezes past it. He then begins to stroke my panty line. My body shakes each time his finger goes near my pussy. I am so wet, and all I want is him inside me.
I am going to ask him to take me, but I stop myself. He has to do it on his own accord. I want him to want to. Luckily, I don’t wait long. He strokes the outside of my panty line and pushes it to the side, exposing my lips. His finger runs up the outside.
I shudder and grab him by the back of the head. He lets out a chuckle and then plunges his finger inside of me. I bite down on his neck as he penetrates me. I breathe into his ear. I let out a moan. His finger pushes itself inside of me, and I scream.
Someone knocks on the door.
We both freeze where we are. His finger is inside of me. My exposed breasts are in his face. We both look to the door, and then back at one another.
“Yes?” He calls out.
“Sir, it’s Marge. I have an urgent email that I forwarded you an hour ago. I really need you to read it.”
“Give me five minutes,” Blake yells through the door.
“Thank you so much, sir. That’s perfect!”
We remain frozen, and I hear the footsteps disappear down the hall. The moment they are gone, I slide off Blake’s lap. I am still hot and bothered, but I feel that the moment is all but gone.
“When can I see you again?” He asks.
I smile openly as I do up my dress.
“Saturday,” I assure him. “Like I said.” In truth, I don’t think that I can wait until Saturday. I’m more turned on than I have ever been, and I have to have him soon. I just might explode otherwise.
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