Page 40 of Sweetest Sin (Tempting Love #1)

Dominick

“The quarterly report states …” My words trail off as my eyes catch Peyton standing in the doorway, dressed in yoga pants and a tank top that show off every curve.

Her hair is up in a messy bun, and her feet are bare. The sunlight from the foyer illuminates her, making her look like a damn angel.

My angel.

I’ve been working from home while she and Damien get adjusted, but now that he’s enrolled full-time at the local private school, I should go back to the office.

But every time I consider it, she walks by, dressed in her tiny cotton shorts or gym clothes—since she’s been working out in our gym—or the barely there bikini she wears when she goes swimming, and I have no desire to be anywhere but here.

I continue to speak to my team, but I cut off the camera and pat my leg for her to join me. She does so without argument, padding into the office and climbing into my lap.

I never knew how good it would feel to have a woman in my life and in my home.

I was raised in a house that lacked any kind of normalcy, but Peyton and Damien are showing me what that looks like.

Before them, my life revolved around my business, but now, it includes breakfast and bath time and bedtime stories, sex in the middle of the night with the woman I’m falling in love with, and I can’t imagine going back to the way my life was before them.

Greg, my senior analyst, continues to throw out numbers regarding the new development project we’re preparing to present to the city council.

Normally, I wouldn’t give a shit, but with the mayor going rogue, I need every t crossed and i dotted.

I don’t know who he’s working with, and this project is too damn important to risk getting denied.

Peyton wraps her smooth thighs around my waist and starts peppering kisses along my stubbled jaw and neck while I answer the questions that are thrown at me.

When she starts to unbutton my shirt, her cold hands brush against my flesh, and I suck in a harsh breath. I glance down at her, but she’s not looking at me, too busy placing open-mouthed kisses on my chest.

Another member of my team starts to present her ideas, and while I should be paying attention to whatever she’s saying, my only focus is on the woman who’s moved on to unbuttoning and unzipping my pants.

“Mmm,” she hums, pulling my cock out of its confines. “I love when you go commando.” She slides down my legs and drops onto her knees, spreading my legs and taking my shaft into her mouth.

“Mr. Antonov?” someone says, reminding me that I’m still in a damn meeting. “What do you think?”

“I think …”

Peyton swallows my entire cock, choking on it when it hits the back of her throat, and I damn near lose my shit.

“I think …”

She reaches up and cups my balls, fondling them gently, and I choke out, “I have a call coming in. Discuss this, and I’ll call you right back.”

Before any of them can argue, I end the call and lean back, moaning as Peyton fucks me with her mouth. Her saliva coats my dick, dribbling down to my ball sack, and I fist her hair, needing to touch her in some way.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan. “You’re such a pretty little distraction.”

She hums around my cock, continuing to bob her head up and down, and I tighten my hold on her hair, close to coming down her throat. But then I remember my mission to get her pregnant before she gets on birth control, and I yank her head up.

“Hey!” She pouts like I just took away her favorite snack as I lift her onto my desk, not giving a shit that her ass is crumpling all the files I have laid out in front of me.

I yank her yoga pants and underwear down her legs and then shove two fingers inside her cunt.

“Fuck, woman, you’re drenched. Does sucking my cock turn you on?”

“You already know it does,” she says, glaring at me because I didn’t let her finish.

I pump my fingers in and out of her, then curl them up, hitting the spot that I know will set her off. I usually prefer to take my time, but I need to get back to my meeting, and I want her to get off before I shove my cock inside her and hopefully fuck a baby into her.

Within a few strokes, she drops her head against my chest and comes all over my fingers, using me to stifle her moans.

“Such a good girl,” I say, pulling my fingers out and sucking on them. “You taste so damn good. Later, I’m going to feast on this pussy.”

I pull her legs toward me, forcing her head and back to hit the desk, and then I line up my cock at her opening. It’s glistening from her orgasm, and I know despite my size, I’ll slide in easily.

I waste no time thrusting into her warm, wet cunt, and then I drop on top of her, caging her in my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist and her fingers around my biceps to hold on, and then she throws her head back with a loud moan.

“Fuck,” I groan. “You feel the way you fit so perfectly around me, your cunt gripping my cock?”

“God, yes,” she moans. “Please, Dom, fuck me harder.”

Recently, she started calling me Dom. I’ve never been given a nickname, never allowed anyone in enough for them to give me one—aside from Matteo, who has called me bro our entire lives, despite me telling him not to because it sounds unprofessional.

I didn’t think I’d like her calling me anything other than my name, but I do.

I like that she feels comfortable enough to give me a nickname.

I sit back on my knees and, gripping her hips, increase my pace, fucking her hard and fast. Her cunt clenches around me, choking my cock like a vise.

Then, she climaxes again, her eyes rolling upward while she screams my name, unable to hold back.

I allow myself to let go, coming deep inside her, coating her walls with my seed.

When our breathing has somewhat slowed, she sits up on her elbows and looks at me. “I need to find a clinic. You’re on a damn mission to get me pregnant.”

I chuckle and pull out, watching as my cum dribbles out of her pretty pink pussy.

“Yeah, I am,” I admit, using two fingers to push my cum back inside her.

“But you don’t need to go to a clinic.” I glance back up at her, tuck myself back into my pants, and then step in between her thighs, helping her sit all the way up.

“I added you and Damien to my insurance. You have full coverage, so you can go to a proper doctor.”

She releases a soft gasp, and I give her a quizzical look, unsure of what caused her reaction.

“We’ve never had insurance before,” she says softly. “The companies I worked for never offered it, or it was too expensive, but I made too much to qualify for any assistance.”

“I told you that I would make sure you both have everything you want and need, and I meant it.”

“Including birth control?” She quirks a brow.

“Including birth control.”

“What’s the catch?” she asks.

“No catch. I would never tell you what to do with your body, but my hope is that I’ll knock you up before you get on birth control. The thought of you swollen with my baby growing inside of you has me wanting to live inside your sweet pussy until I knock you up.”

I cup her mound, and she laughs, shaking her head.

“You’re such a caveman.”

“Nah”—I palm the side of her face—“just a man who has finally found the woman he wants to spend his life with and doesn’t want to waste any more time.”

Her eyes sparkle, and I know whatever is about to come out of her mouth will be something sarcastic.

“Well, I already had one baby out of wedlock, and I’m not planning to do it again,” she sasses.

“That’s an easy fix,” I tell her. “We can get married today.”

She chokes out a laugh. “If you think I’m marrying a man I haven’t even gone on a date with, you’re out of your mind.”

“A date?”

“Yeah, you know, when a man takes a woman out, usually to dinner or a movie. I know you’re not very experienced in this whole relationship thing, but generally, before a man knocks up a woman, he courts her. They date, get engaged, and then married, and then the babies come.”

“Well, we already have Damien.” I shrug. “So, I don’t see why we can’t just skip to the marriage part.”

I smirk, and I expect her to laugh, but instead, her smile disappears, and something about it rubs me the wrong way.

“Hey,” I say, tilting her chin up so she’s forced to look at me. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” She shakes her head and pushes me back so she can slide off the desk. “You’re right. Who needs to date when we already have a baby? At the rate you’re going, I’m sure we’ll have another baby soon enough.”

She gathers her yoga pants and underwear and puts them on. “Sorry for interrupting your meeting. I actually didn’t come in here for sex.”

“You can interrupt me anytime you want.” I give her a soft kiss on her lips, and she sighs into me. “What did you need?”

“I was going to see if you wanted to have lunch,” she says with a smile that feels almost forced.

“I’d love to, but I really need to get back to my meeting.”

“No worries,” she says, walking out and leaving me with this weird feeling.

I don’t know what it is, but it doesn’t sit right with me.

I try to pinpoint where our conversation took a turn, but before I can, Matteo strolls in.

“What’s going on?” he says, dropping into the visitor seat. “Jesus, bro.” He sniffs and then gags. “It smells like a fucking brothel in here.”

I glare at him. “Sex with the mother of my child cannot be compared to a whorehouse.” I sit across from him. “What do you want? I have a meeting I need to get back to.”

“I just wanted to touch base regarding the shipments. Everything appears to be back on track. I added more security at the warehouse, and so far, we haven’t had any more issues.

I wish we knew who was behind it because I imagine they’re not done, and we don’t know where they’ll strike next or why.

” He sighs and shakes his head. “It just feels different. I can’t figure out their motive.

I had the mayor followed, and nothing. I don’t think he’s behind it. ”