CEO'S Secret Baby: A Standalone Surprise Pregnancy Romance - Iona Rose (which ebook reader .txt) 📗

the best goddamn sex I’ve ever had, and I’m still trying to process it, just like you are.”

My smile widened. “It’s my pleasure to be at your service.”

She shifted a bit closer to me and my gaze went to her exposed, beautiful, breasts.

“Can we do it again?” she asked.

This time, I was the one who laughed. “That sounds like the most fantastic idea ever. But first, I need to eat something. You completely wiped me out.” I somehow found the strength to rise from the bed. “C’mon, I’m pretty sure I make the best peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the world.”

I went over to the hotel bathroom to find us both some robes.

“I don't think its great taste has much to do with you though,” she teased.

I gave her a sour look as I went around the bed to hand over the robe.

Taking it, she shyly rose to her feet.

“Instead of regular bread, I make it as French toast, and its drip free. I have a great method for locking in the jelly. Little upgrades you might say, it has made many drop to their knees.”

She laughed as she slid her arms into the soft cotton fabric.

I stared and for a moment, I thought to lift her into my arms but decided against it. I was becoming way too excited.

When we got to the kitchen area, I pulled the door to the small refrigerator open.

She ducked underneath my arm to see what it contained. “Wow, you literally only have bread, peanut butter and jelly.”

“And two bottles of water,” I added as I grabbed the loaf and jars then shut the door.

“Two bottles of water,” she agreed.

Her dry tone amused me. “I’ve been having back to back meetings for the last week. These were needed for the days when I forgot to eat or just didn’t have the time.”

“When will you be returning to the US?” She asked as she brought a plate over for me.

“My flight is supposed to be in three days,” I replied as I began to spread peanut butter on the first slice of bread.

“Supposed to be?” She asked.

I held her gaze as I responded, “Yeah, supposed to be. Who knows what could happen?” The message was clear, and I wondered why I was conveying it. Did I truly want to see her again, after tonight? Perhaps this was just what it was intended to be… a chance meeting between two strangers, for just one passionate night together.

But as I went silent, I truly didn’t know if one night was enough.

Something about her tempted and entranced me and I couldn’t put my finger on it… she literally drew me in like a moth to a flame. She burned, brightly… and all I wanted was to bask in her heat. I’d felt this irresistible pull from the moment I spotted her earlier at the bar and it hadn’t subsided since.

A night I suspected, would not nearly be enough.

“You’re the only one here right?” She asked. “Why did you get such a big suite?”

“It was all they had ready at the time and Desa’s office is just about ten minutes away from here. I wanted to be as close as possible to cut down on any commuting hassles.” Soon, I was done with the spread, sliced the joined pieces in half and pushed one over to her.

“You didn’t make it like French toast,” she accused as she gazed up at me from beneath her lashes.

“I’m out of milk and eggs.” I shrugged. “Maybe, next time.”

“Thank you,” she said, and lifted the sandwich to her mouth.

She took a bite, then smiled in amusement.

“Carter, no offense but you definitely had no effect whatsoever on this sandwich. It is as standard as they come.”

I laughed, more at myself this time than at her comment. I was definitely not thinking about the sandwich as I watched her.

When she finished, she headed over to the refrigerator to get the water. “Should we share a bottle, so you’ll have one left?”

“Sure,” I said.

She brought it over to me.

“You first.” I nodded at her.

Leah smiled as she lifted it to her lips.

I watched her as she slightly bent her head backwards and drank, her larynx bobbing as she swallowed, and just like that—I was turned on all over again.

She pulled her head back after her drink, and a small trickle rolled down along the corner of her lips.

Before she could stop it, however, I caught her hand and pulled her to me. My lips kissed the liquid away from her neck and up the trail back to her mouth.

“Carter…” she breathed, just as affected as I was.

I slipped my tongue into her mouth.

The bottle fell from her grasp, hitting the floor with a small thud.

In moments, her ass was cupped in my hands, and her hands buried in my hair.

I loved the way she kissed me… as though she was on the brink of losing all control.

Despite this seeming unbridled response to me, I could sense her holding back at every point. Doubting herself… exercising caution. I had no idea why, but it gave me the sense that she wasn’t quite adept at this one night stand thing, and this made me glad.

I didn’t even know when I loosened her robe, but in a flash, it was hanging on the crook of the arm that tugged mercilessly on my hair. My hands moved past her voluptuous behind to stroke her swollen clit, before I slipped a finger inside of her.

Her knees buckled. “Fuck, Carter,” she breathed the words out with a gasp

I chuckled in response. After a couple of finger thrusts, I rose to my feet. I turned her around, my robe giving way to hang open while I pulled hers from her body.

It settled into a puddle on the floor and she pressed herself against my hardened cock.

I grabbed her breasts as I traced searing kisses down her neck, and loved the way she writhed against me as I plumped them in my