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He rolled off me and grabbed his laptop again. He pretended to scowl, but I could see the playful smirk he tried to suppress.

This time, it took him longer. I heard the door in the front coupé click when the pies got delivered. I waited for the staff to leave before going to the door. I opened it and peeked through the gap. The coast was clear.

Naked, I padded to the coupé and took the covered tray. Morton looked up when I returned to the bedroom.

“What’s that?”

“None of your business. Not until you’re done.”

“Ugh.”

“How many do you have left?”

“One and a half. This one is complicated.”

“Then focus .”

He rolled his eyes and turned his back to me. He resumed typing, and I settled on the bed with my phone.

A few minutes later, he slapped the laptop shut.

“Done.”

He crawled toward me, a predatory look on his face.

“Wait!”

Kneeling on the bed, he pouted. “You promised, Jamie.”

“Just a second.”

I uncovered the tray. The cream was in a bowl on the side, just as I requested, whipped to perfection. I grabbed a spoon.

Morton gaped as I scooped up a heap of cream and smeared it on my chest. One more. Dollops of sweet goodness covered my pecs.

“Now you can collect your reward.”

His licks and kisses were filthy. He slurped up the whipped cream from my pecs and laved them with his tongue. The cream made them slippery. He lapped at the undersides, adding pressure, and the tips of my nipples began to tingle.

Raising his eyebrows questioningly, Morton picked up the spoon. I gave him a nod. He placed a large spoonful of cream on each nipple. It felt cold and looked oh so decadent. The most amazing thing was the expression on Morton’s face. I’d never seen him so excited and so ravenous at the same time.

Then he closed his warm mouth over one peak, and the change of temperature made me shiver. He suckled the cream off and licked over my nipples.

“The cream is delicious,” he murmured with his lips against my nipple. “But the real stuff is even better.”

With that, he sucked my tit deep into his mouth.

I lost myself for a while, arousal swirling in my core, as he made the milk flow. When his hand covered my belly, I jerked up.

“No way. That’s not allowed.”

He let go of my nipple and scrunched his eyebrows to give me a puppy face.

I shook my head, trying to seem stern. “Nope. Not until you’re done with the Q&A.”

“How can you still think about work?”

I ignored his question. “How many bullet points do you have left?”

“Four,” he grumbled.

“Finish it, and you can have all of this.” I gestured down my body.

“Sometimes I forget who’s the boss here.”

Despite his protests, he returned to the document, scrolling and typing.

I covered myself with a duvet and watched him work. The frown on his forehead was so familiar to me. He nibbled on his bottom lip and scratched his stubble, and a wave of tenderness filled my ribcage.

It had only been a couple of days, but it felt like I’d been with him for longer than that. Was it because I knew him so well?

My boss.

Except he didn’t feel like one. Not really. Who was Morton Hartley to me?

The first word that came to mind was friend .

I didn’t know when our relationship changed, but it must have been before I realized I was attracted to him.

We were close friends. Sure, for all intents and purposes, he was the one in charge.

But we helped each other, supported each other, and I did my best to be there for him through thick and thin.

We also laughed together, and somehow, as I recapped the times I’d been happy during the past months, it had always been at work. With Mr. Hartley. With Morton.

No wonder my engagement fell apart. I’d been paying more attention to my boss than to my boyfriend.

And now…

I was pregnant with Morton’s baby.

I managed to distract myself and forget about it for a couple of hours, but it hit me like a sledgehammer every time I remembered.

Pregnant.

The nervousness and fear always came accompanied by a dazed arousal.

This incredible man had impregnated me.

He closed his laptop with an elegant movement of his hand and glanced at me. I dragged the duvet off my body, and he licked his lips.

Then he pounced.

The mattress squeaked as he threw himself at me. With muted growls, he sucked on my nipples, then moved lower toward my belly button. He rained open-mouthed kisses over my abdomen, at first playful and teasing me with little bites and nibbles, but then he slowed down.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my stomach with earnestness. When did the game become serious?

Nuzzling my rounded belly, he hummed, then laid his cheek on it and closed his eyes.

“You’re my greatest reward, Jamie. All of you.”

The tone of his voice, the warmth coming from him… and his seed in my womb.

Was I falling in love?

We were goofing around and fucking like rabbits, and everything felt so right . But the journey would soon end, the train would stop, and we’d have to return to the real world.

Could we love each other and become a family?

I had no answer. But I did know that making a decision like that during a heat would be stupid.

“Do you want pie?” I asked. Miraculously, my voice remained casual.

Morton pressed a long kiss to my underbelly and sat up.

“Sure. Blueberry?”

“Of course. I know all your favorites.”

“Thank you.”

He accepted a plate and a spoon, and we ate in bed. There was no cream left, but it tasted lovely even without it.

After the meal, I lay cuddled to his chest. A full stomach made me sleepy, and I was too muddled to overthink.

Time moved slowly, the swooshing and clanking of the train like a lullaby. I was about to drift off when a wave of energy surged through my insides.

“Heat wave,” I gasped.

Morton hummed. “I know. I could smell it coming.”

“Then hurry, fuck me.”

Laughing, he patted my hip. “On your knees, then. You want it hard, don’t you?”

“Duh.”

I scrambled into position on my knees on the edge of the mattress. Morton stood behind me with one knee on the bed. He drove into me single-mindedly, and the mouth to my womb opened for him after only a few thrusts.

“Such a greedy womb you have, Jamie.”

“You’re giving it… the best cum. Ah! It wants more.”

“I’ll give you more. I’ll breed you so hard you’ll faint.”

“Do it. Harder.”

Then my brain short-circuited.

He changed the angle somehow and sped up, and pleasure exploded in my middle.

I didn’t remember much after that, only glimpses of crumpled sheets, a blurred forest behind the window, loud cries, and snippets of dirty talk.

“Such a greedy womb. Fuck, Jamie. It sucks my dick. So horny.”

I kept coming… and then everything turned quiet.