Page 10 of Pregnant By the Playboy

I wrap my legs around him and hold on tight. My bare back rubs against the door as he thrusts in and out, and it’s not exactly comfortable, though somehow it heightens the pleasure.

“Oh, fuck,” I murmur.

He grins, but then he shoves deep inside me, and that grin is wiped away and he looks...overcome.

That was me. I did that to him.

He kisses me as he shoves inside me over and over. The pleasure is so sharp and intense, I’m barely able to kiss him back, but I do my best as I cling to him, loving the slide of his lips over mine.

When he slips one hand between us and touches my clit, however, I lose the ability to do anything other than moan.

I spiral up and up. Yes, so close, just one more...

He pumps into me and circles my clit, and I scream.

He quickens his pace, finishing inside me a moment later. When he pulls out and sets me on my feet, I slump against the door.

“You good?” he asks, placing his finger under my chin and tipping it up.

“Yeah.” I laugh. “Yeah, I’m good.”

He kisses me again, but this kiss is different from all the others. It’s missing the sharp desperation, though it’s still a kiss of desire.

“Oh my God.” I pull away. “I didn’t even take off my boots! I’m sorry. I’m a terrible guest.” I get to work on unlacing them.

“If you’d tried, I wouldn’t have let you. And you’re a lovely guest, don’t worry.”

We take off our footwear, and then he carries me through the penthouse, into the bedroom. He sets me on the bed and flicks on the lights, then disposes of the dress that’s bunched around my waist. I remove his jacket and unbutton his shirt, revealing the fine chest that I’ve only touched before, not seen.

His pants and boxer briefs are next, and now we’re naked together.

We had sex first, and then we took off our clothes.

I can’t help chuckling.

“Why me?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“You walked over to me right after you saw me kissing another woman. Was it my reputation? You wanted to know what it would be like with Vince Fong?” He doesn’t sound bothered by this.

“I thought you were handsome—even though I could only see the side of your face—and there was something about the way you were touching her... I wanted you to touch me the same way. I didn’t know who you were until Carrie told me, though.”

All that matters is that tonight, he’s with me. If anything, his extensive sexual history kind of turns me on.

I take his hand and press it to my bare shoulder. Even though I orgasmed not ten minutes ago, his touch sizzles.

I still want.

And I can’t help being impressed that he’s already getting hard again.

His lips quirk up when he sees me looking at the erection bobbing between his legs, and then he slides down my body and sets his mouth to my clit.

“Yes,” I say, keeping his head in place with my hand.

“You’re insatiable.”

“Before tonight, I hadn’t had sex in almost a year.”