Can't Help My Shelf (His Curvy Librarian Book 3) by Frankie Love (best finance books of all time .txt) 📗

“Oh yeah,” Nora breathes, reaching out to steady herself on the headboard in front of her as she starts to grind on my cock, riding me with abandon.

I buck my hips up to meet hers, driving myself deep inside her. Her pussy is still throbbing from her first orgasm, clenching me tight, and the sight of her tits bouncing with every thrust is fucking incredible.

It’s not long at all before she’s tipping over the edge again, screaming and coming hard on my cock as she yells my name. It’s the sweetest, hottest thing I’ve ever heard, and I bury my cock as deep as it will go, my hands gripping the supple curves of her hips as I come with her, exploding within this damn condom that I’m suddenly aware of again.

If the sex is this good with one, how mind-blowing would it be to fill her up with my cum, watch it drip out of her, really claim her as my own?

As Nora collapses on the pillow beside me, I pull her hips to mine, spooning her and not wanting to let her go. Damn, I really am falling for her.

7

Nora

We lie together for a while after. It all feels sort of surreal—I definitely never saw this happening, never expected to meet a guy like Nash after I’d pretty much written off the possibility of meeting anyone at all.

As the high of those glorious orgasms begins to wear off, and my head is still full of Nash’s masculine scent, my body all wrapped up in his strong arms, my thoughts return to more practical matters. In just a few days, I’ve got my appointment at the fertility center, and Nash will be going back to Italy.

Well, this was beautiful while it lasted—one perfect night. That’s all I wanted anyway, right?

Nash gets up after a while, making an excuse about not wanting to overstay his welcome as he searches for his clothes, and I say, “I guess this is it then.”

It’s a bit cynical, maybe even a little bitter—why did I have to meet him at all if we were destined to go our separate ways so soon? But then he surprises me, jumps back into the bed and scoops me into his arms.

“I’d stay forever if I could,” he says. “What are you doing later in the week? I definitely want to see you again, but I’m only in town a short while and my sister’s got my schedule booked pretty tight with family stuff til Friday.”

“Friday?” Changing my life forever, I think, but I settle for something a little more mundane. “I’m working during the day.”

“After?”

“I’ve got an appointment.”

I’m being coy, and Nash gives me a nudge. “Is your appointment going to take all night?”

“Well…”

He cocks an eyebrow at me, so freaking charming I find myself confessing everything to this man I just met.

“The appointment is at a fertility center,” I say. “I want to start a family and I’m tired of waiting for it to happen organically, so I’m going to be inseminated on Friday. I was planning to come home and take it easy after, to give it the best chance of success.”

I don’t add that I’m committing my entire savings to this goal, so I’m emotionally and literally invested in making sure that it works. Instead, I just watch as Nash’s expression turns from curiosity to shock.

“Seriously?” But for that one word, he seems genuinely speechless.

“Umm, yeah,” I say, my cheeks reddening. This feels sort of like a practice run for when I tell Cass and Brooks, not to mention Mom and Dad, about my appointment. Is it going to be this hard with them too?

“Why?” Nash demands.

Now I’m getting defensive. “What do you mean, why? I’m twenty-six years old and I want to be a mom. You’re the first man who’s asked me out in I can’t even remember how long, so if you can think of another solution besides making it happen for myself—”

“Who’s the dad going to be?” he asks.

“A sperm donor,” I answer. “I don’t know his name… it’s anonymous. I just know he’s healthy and—”

“Let me do it.”

Now it’s my turn to sputter. “Wh–what?”

“You asked me if I could think of another solution,” Nash says. “Well, instead of some random list of traits in a binder, wouldn’t you rather have a baby with someone you know, someone you can see, someone you have chemistry with? Someone who can discuss your favorite books, and quote Shakespeare?”

I bite my lip, my entire chest vibrating with desire. “I do want that. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. But it’s so much more complicated than that.”

“I promise I’m healthy,” he says. “No genetic diseases in my family, and I’ve had all my shots.”

I laugh. I sort of hate that he’s making me laugh while he’s turning my whole world upside down… but another part of me doesn’t hate it at all. I take a deep breath, look down at myself, and suddenly realize that we’ve been having this very serious conversation while we’re both buck naked. I guess there’s something to be said about how instantly comfortable I am with him. But…

“What’s in it for you?” I ask.

“Nothing.”

I shake my head. “That can’t be true. You just offered to give me your sperm, and we’ve only known each other a day. Why?”

Nash breathes deep, getting somber, and says, “My life is sort of incompatible with the idea of having a family. I live on military bases, I’m constantly moving around, I never know when my job will put me in the line of danger. But I’ve always wanted kids. Coming home and spending time with Chelsea, and then meeting you, it just reinforced that desire. If I can’t raise a family of my own, then helping you start yours could be the next best thing.”

I’m studying his eyes, the depth of emotion in them, and I believe everything he’s saying. This whole situation is crazy, but I kind