Baby for Sugar Daddy: A Secret Baby Romance (Heartstring Dating Agency Book 6) by Lauren Wood (inspirational books TXT) 📗

He playfully tried to push me away, but I worked around his shooing hands and sucked him into my mouth anyway. The moment he slid down my throat, he grew rock hard and all of his protests stopped.

“Yes, mm-hmm,” he said tensely over the phone, trying to keep his composure. “Yeah, but I feel like you’re not listening to me. How hard is it…” he gasped, choking on his own words.

Very hard, I smirked to myself, sliding him to the back of my throat again.

The poor guy stammered through the rest of his phone call. Even getting a BJ while talking didn’t make him lose his edge or give the least bit of mercy. His broken sentences probably just made him seem even more angry and crazy—and all the more terrifying to whichever employee had pissed him off.

By the time he hung up, a long drawn-out groan escaped his lips as if he had been holding it in the whole time.

“You are such a bad girl,” he scolded, rubbing his hands through my hair.

I pulled him from my mouth and ran the tip of my tongue from his tip to the base, nice and slow. Another string of breathless expletives seeped from his lips as he sank deeper into the sensation.

I was more than happy to let him cum in my mouth just like that. I knew he’d reward me later that night. For all of our best efforts to behave, we hadn’t had much luck. Our rendezvous had become a daily occurrence. If anything, our efforts to control ourselves just made us even more sex-crazed for each other.

But he had other things in mind for me that afternoon. He stepped back and pulled me up to my feet.

“Oh no. Not like that,” he told me, spinning me around and pushing himself up behind me against his desk. “I want you bent over like the bad girl you are.”

I spread my hands out, remembering how our very first time was like this. He smacked my ass just like he had done that night. He didn’t hesitate to pull the zipper down the length of my pencil skirt to expose my bare flesh. Once he had it in sight, he smacked me again…and again.

I could feel his cock pressing against me and couldn’t wait for him to slide inside. But just as I thought he was finally going to give me what I wanted, a knock came to his door.

“Not now!” he barked.

“But Mr. Ashford, it’s…” his poor secretary tried.

“I said Not Now!” he shouted even louder than before.

I could practically see her flinching on the other side of the door, caught between the urgency of whatever important phone call or meeting he was shirking off and the unsavory temptation that was keeping him away—Me.

I swirled my hips, egging him on. He wasn’t the only one who was impatient. I didn’t follow him all the way across town to be blown off for some work thing.

Lucky for us, we now shared a love for mixing business and pleasure. Work hard, play harder. The phone call or whatever it was could wait. Right now, we had other important matters to attend to…which was to see how many times we could make each other cum in the small slice of stolen time we had left.

13

Jordan

As I was straightening my tie in the mirror, a wall of heavy doubt washed over me. I hated that sick feeling—no matter how used to it I should have been by now.

“Just about ready?” Cat called out from the living room.

She was sitting on my leather sofa with her long tan legs crossed. One of her heeled feet bobbed up and down impatiently while she gracefully sipped on her glass of white wine.

“I’m not so sure about tonight,” I confessed, hating to let her down.

“Uh-uh. Oh no you don’t,” she shot back, flying up to her feet before coming over to tighten my tie. “You’ve fucked me in every corner of your apartment, your office, and every corner of my apartment and office. We’ve done it in closets and copy rooms and…”

“And now what? You want me to fuck you in a public restaraunt?”

“No!” she slapped my chest. “We’re celebrating. We’ve kept this up this whole time without getting caught, and now our reward is Heartstring.”

“I’m just worried we’re going to get caught while we’re celebrating not getting caught,” I argued. “What if we run into your dad or something?”

“We’re business partners. We’re not allowed…No, you don’t think we’re expected to be sharing a meal together from time to time? If anything, it’s suspicious for us not to do it.”

“People don’t go to this place for business meetings,” I reminded her. The exclusive, all-booked restaurant was a notorious date spot. Very romantic and also very expensive. “If you’re seen there together, it’s assumed you are together. It’s precisely why people with a high profile don’t take their mistresses and lovers there. The tabloids and gossipers would call them out in a heartbeat.”

“All the more reason my dad won’t be there,” she countered. “I know my mom has her country club soiree tonight, and there’s no way my dad has a mistress to take out when she’s busy. He won’t be there,” she assured me.

She was right. In all the years I had known Mark, he would never cheat on his wife. He wouldn’t even think about it. In fact, when we were entertaining potential clients and the mention of a strip club would come up—he wouldn’t even indulge us in that. He was faithful and loyal through and through. Remembering that in that moment got me to thinking about all of his other honorable qualities, which made me not want to go out even more. I hated lying to him, and I hated always thinking about how he would feel if he knew what I was doing with his daughter.

But I could see how excited