I felt good. Oddly good, considering I was only waking up in Jasper’s bed because he wanted to protect me. Or he didn’t trust me, I didn’t know which.
Despite that, everything would be fine. I didn’t survive the hell of my childhood or life on the fucking street, making my way across the country, learning how to thrive in the sex industry for it all to go to shit now.
I sat up slowly and gave myself a mental pep talk as my hand landed on the empty—and cold—side of the bed. I didn’t hold out hope that Jasper would suddenly realize that he loved me back. Even though that was what my heart wanted. To Jasper, we were nothing more than two ships frequently passing in the night for a hard fuck and a couple of orgasms. Two people who worked together. Boss and employee.
It was just too fucking bad that I was crazy in love with him. That was my problem, not his, and it was one I could deal with. Loving a man like Jasper wasn’t the worst thing I’d ever done. It would probably make me sad and bitter, but I’d still end up standing. I’d work and take care of my baby and be the best goddamn mother the world had ever seen.
Yeah, that’s a good plan.
I could admit to myself that I wanted Jasper for more than an incredible fuck. I wanted him for everything. Love and sex, domestic shit, and exciting gangster stuff. He was a formidable man. Tall, dark, handsome. And a whole lot of great sex.
But I wasn’t holding out hope, except when Jasper has proof the baby is his, he’d made it clear he’ll step up with financial support. Wasn’t that what he meant by me being tied to him forever? It would just be me and the baby, living a big rich life without Jasper.
Single motherhood wouldn’t be so bad, not with this huge penthouse. Maybe I’d even get a housekeeper and a cook. And a nanny and the sexiest MILF wardrobe money could buy. That cold hard cash was the only comfort the baby and I would get from Jasper, but holy fuck would it keep us warm at night.
That thought lifted me up off the bed and into the bathroom, where I stepped into a hot shower to wash off the deliciously masculine scent of Jasper mixed with my own scent of sex. As his scent faded, I grew more resigned to my fate as an obscenely wealthy single mom because I knew Jasper and Sadie wouldn’t let me go without.
Hell, we’d be rolling in it. Me and this growing baby. I wondered if it was a boy or a girl.
I cranked the shower until steam filled the whole damn room. I always wanted to be rich, and I had plenty of money, lived in the lap of luxury, but this would be different. It would be a level of wealth that I had never known. It was exciting to think about, except when I thought about how it was a poor replacement for having Jasper in my bed, at the breakfast and dinner table. For me being the one to clean his wounds.
“Dammit.” I shook off all thoughts of Jasper once again and focused on the hot water as it hit my skin, every drop like a sharp reminder of who I was. The woman carrying the baby of the biggest gangster on the west coast.
A hand on my shoulder startled me. Jasper. His lips landed on that spot between my shoulder and neck, sending shivers down my spine. Liquid heat pooled between my thighs as Jasper’s lips dotted a trail of fire around the back of my neck and down my spine. His hands gripped the globes of my ass and spread them apart. He knew what I liked. Then, his tongue slipped between my cheeks and swirled around my asshole until I trembled.
His thumb replaced his tongue a heartbeat before his tongue dove into my pussy, fucking me from behind, keeping one hand on my lower back, so I arched perfectly like I was served up on a platter just for him. Jasper fucked my pussy and my ass in slow, deliberate motions, pushing my pleasure closer and closer to the surface without letting me breach it.
My hands were flat on the shower wall, the hot spray pouring over me and down over him. My thighs tightened , and Jasper jerked away, stood and pushed me against the wall away from the water, the cool wall hardening my nipples to painful peaks. His big, hard body pressed against every inch of mine as his cock slowly invaded my pussy until he was buried deep.
So fucking deep.
“Mo.” My name. It was the only word he said, and it came out in a deep, guttural growl that shook me to my core. His big hands, strong hands, grabbed my tits, squeezing them as he pumped in and out of me, my cunt growing slicker with every thrust.