Not Daddy Material (Billionaire's Contract Duet 2)

“That was not reassuring.” I pinched my eyebrows together.

“Sorry. I didn’t plan this. I don’t know what we’re doing. I don’t know if it’s a good idea or not.”

I nodded. “That’s at least honest, Jer. I’m scared too. I don’t want to ruin this thing between us.”

“Me either.”

The problem was we didn’t know how to promise each other that everything would turn out with a happy ending. It was easier when we weren’t falling. When we weren’t enraptured with each other. When all we cared about was sex.

I knew the sex between us was too intense to stay meaningless. If I thought about it, it never had been. From the first night we slept together, I had given this man something different than any man before him. And he had given me a new part of myself. A part I had clung to. A part of me I loved with a sexual enthusiasm I was still discovering. It wasn’t like we could pretend that connection didn’t exist. Add baby making to the sex, and we were fools to think we could stay detached from each other. We had been playing a dangerous game.

“What should we do?” I asked. “Go back to how we were before we said it?”

He shook his head. “You really think you can do that?”

“No,” I admitted. “I know the contract was based on common sense. We have mutual goals. That’s what brought us together.” It was strange saying it out loud.

I didn’t feel like the same girl who had slept with her high school crush in the basement of Bella’s. It was hard to put myself in the mind frame of someone who had been so desperate to have a baby, that she went along with a fake marriage. And yet, I wanted Jeremy’s baby more than anything. But it wasn’t about me any longer. It was about us. Our baby. How had that happened?

I felt a warm Pacific breeze skim our bodies. The curtains rustled around us. There was no reason to go inside our villa to have this conversation. Jer had created our own secluded island right here. It was one more thing I liked about him. He wasn’t afraid to make something happen. I was content to sit and talk with the sun shining on our backs and the waves lapping under our private dock.

“It’s what’s going to keep us together. It has to.”

I wanted to believe him. I wanted to trust him.

“And if it doesn’t?” I was afraid of the answer.

“That won’t happen.” He brushed the tail of my braid off my shoulder, taking his mouth to my breast. His tongue flicked over my nipple, still taut and erect.

I sighed. “You don’t know what’s going to happen.” My body started to buzz again with electricity.

“Neither do you,” he growled. I’d never known a man with Jer’s sexual appetite.

He leaned back on the chaise, pulling me on top of him. I straddled his thighs, feeling my body pulse with anticipation. I was still wet and sticky from him. I rubbed my clit over his shaft, reveling in how it made him groan. He started to get hard as I rocked into him, creating hotter and faster friction between our bodies. He felt so good.

“You don’t want to slow down?” I asked. It would only take a few more seconds in this position and he’d be fully ready to fill me again. God, I loved it when he was inside me.

“No, keep doing that,” he grunted.

I smiled. “No.” I pressed into his length. “I mean us? Should we slow things down?”

“Fuck no.” He gripped my hips and I whimpered when he pushed his cock inside me. I was so sore, but the ache inside me hurt deeper. I needed him to release me. To give me the kind of orgasm that would soothe the tension in my limbs. Only Jeremy could send fire though my veins and make it feel like glitter.

I lost all my thoughts the instant he was inside me.

“Ohh, Jer.” My head fell back as my hips took over.

I didn’t know how long we spent in that cabana. Only by the time we reached another pair of climaxes, the sun was beginning to set behind the curtains. Our bodies glistened with sweat. We panted. We kissed. We tugged and pulled on each other. He pumped inside me and I moaned for more.

Our kisses grew frantic with the final thrusts. One. Two. Three. Jeremy slammed into me with so much force it knocked the air from my lungs. If no one else heard us fucking each other, it would be a miracle.

His cock grew hot like a fiery rod as he filled me with more of his seed. I gasped for air. For words. For gravity.

I kissed his chest, shoulders, and throat until I found his warm full lips.

He wrapped his arms around me. “You still like the honeymoon?” he asked.

“I do,” I whispered.