Page 21 of Groom Gamble
“We had a slight inconvenience,” I reply, “But we’ve fixed it now.” Or rather, I will fix my girl up with a baby. Reaching for her clit, I gently begin to circle where she’s most sensitive.
Sophia bites her lip and squirms as I methodically coax her higher and explain the problem I had with my Essex Cartel sources to the rest of the Syndicate.
“And you’re sure you can trust David Tiptree?” grumbles the Canary Wharf kingpin.
“Yes.” Looking into Sophia’s hazel eyes, I say, “I have no doubts.”
Westminster speaks, fussing about the potential for failure, and I barely listen.
“Touch your breasts,” I mouth. Then I have to suppress a groan as Sophia does as I bid, and the sight of her pinching her nipple nearly makes me shoot my load right into her, up against her womb where it’s needed.
“We need to ensure we move at the correct time, and don’t reveal ourselves to the Essex Cartel.” I raise my eyebrows meaningfully to my little assistant, even as I ruthlessly rub her clit.
There’s a noisy discussion about the best way to keep our activities in the Essex Cartel secret.
Her expression is one of surprise and drugged with pleasure as she lifts herself just an inch then pushes back down on my cock, almost entirely silent. Her mouth is open in a pant. She’s close, and it fills me with pride stronger than anything I’ve felt before.
This girl is going to have my baby. Be by my side, and, if how she’s responding to my touch is an indication, be in my bed.
“Yes, perfect…”
“What’s perfect?” Mayfair snaps.
I curse inwardly. My future wife bouncing on my cock, that’s what’s perfect. “Securing the plan.”
She tightens around me and lets out a squeak as she works herself on my length. I have to close my eyes for a second to avoid spilling right there.
The phone call recedes. The world narrows down to this woman, and the way she feels. All my concentration is on getting her to her climax. London could burn to the ground for all I care.
She covers her mouth with her hand as the orgasm wracks through her.
I grit my teeth as her tight little passage tries to milk me.
“Something’s come up,” I say abruptly, and slam the phone down. Catching Sophia’s chin with two fingers, I lift it until she’s looking into my eyes.
“We’ll do that every day. As many times as you like, so you’re ready to be bred.”
8
SOPHIA
Today’s workday done list:
Three orgasms, tick.
Lost my virginity, tick.
Got engaged to my boss, tick.
Nearly died of heatstroke caused by my own cheeks, tick.
Boring paperwork, tick.
Overall: best day of my life. I’m a dog being given steak after a lifetime of dry kibble.
Between my legs still feels… Different. Stretched and tingly and new. The other part of me that’s altered is my tummy. It’s alternately full of butterflies and lead. What am I going to do? I was supposed to be getting married and having a baby to forget my crush on my boss, and instead I’ve said I’ll be tied to him forever, pretending to be a happy couple, watching him father our children, all the time knowing he doesn’t return my love.
But he needs me.