Baby Makes Three

I bit my lip. “Who would’ve thought a toothpick would turn into this, huh?”

His incredibly warm eyes held mine, making me forget whatever was on my mind. “Yeah. Who would’ve thought?”

“Are you this charming with all those ladies out there? If you are, I can understand now why all girls liked to stick to you in high school.”

His smirk turned into a full smile. “Believe me, honey, I save my charm only for the special ones.” He winked, which brought a blush to my cheeks.

Indeed, Anderson knew how to use his charm to get what he wanted, and right now it worked perfectly because my hands itched to touch him and see what he packed beneath his suit.

By the time we reached his place, my whole body was tingling, and I was very aware of his presence next to me. He led me into his apartment, which was bigger and fancier than any apartment I had ever seen. It gave Tobias’s mansion a run for its money.

He gave me a small tour of his place before he ushered me into his office, and I had to give it to whoever designed this place. It looked like it came straight from those interior design catalogues.

“Nice place,” I remarked when I stopped next to his desk, watching him take some papers from the file cabinet. So we were going to check over the numbers after all. I fidgeted with my hands, unsure whether I should be relieved or disappointed.

“Yeah. That designer definitely knows how to do her job.”

“Oh, so you hired a designer?”

“Yes. Why don’t you take a seat?” he motioned at the chair in front of me and placed the folder with papers on the desk.

“Sure.”

I sat down and went through the papers, noticing him move out of the corner of my eye. He came behind me and leaned over me, supporting himself against the desk as he studied the papers.

His cologne reached my nostrils, the perfect scent stirring something deep inside of me, and I wasn’t able to focus on the text. Right now, all I could think about was how close he was—too close—his face almost next to mine.

“I’m having trouble with this paragraph,” he muttered.

“Which one?” I turned my head to look at him and froze when I found his eyes already on me.

“This one.”

His lips landed on mine before I could process what was happening, leaving me gasping for air. The surprise wore off the next moment, and I responded to him with hunger stronger than anything I’d experienced before. I snaked my arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth when he pulled me up and slid his hands down to my ass. He cupped it and pressed me against him, letting me feel his arousal.

“I can’t stay away from you,” he muttered into my lips, caressing my backside delicately. “I tried, and I’m sure Tobias is going to kill me, but I can’t resist it. I can’t resist you.”

Our lips met again, and my pussy throbbed with desire. I needed him, and right now I couldn’t care less about Tobias.

“Then don’t try to resist it. Tobias doesn’t control our lives, Anderson. We’re adults and we can do whatever we want.”

His lips quirked up. “You’re absolutely right.”

His gaze fell on my lips before he pulled my lower lip into his mouth and licked it. “You taste amazing. I wonder if your pussy tastes this good as well.”

A gasp escaped my lips, followed by a long moan when his lips left a trail of open-mouthed kisses along my jaw. They descended to my neck as his hands worked on the zipper of my dress, and I writhed against him in pleasure. My thong was already soaked from my juices, much to my dismay.

He helped me get out of my dress, his heated gaze roaming all over my almost-naked body. “You’re so sexy, Joanna. I couldn’t stop thinking about you since the moment you spilled that coffee on me.”

I worked on the buttons of his shirt, wishing my fingers weren’t trembling this much. “You have no idea.”

“Here. Let me do that.” He unbuttoned his shirt for me and shrugged it off, throwing it over my dress on the floor.

The butterflies in my stomach doubled when my eyes landed on his perfectly sculpted pecs and abs. I trailed my fingers down his chest, enjoying the rigidness of his muscles.

“You make me so hard when you look at me like that, Joanna,” he whispered.

He lowered his head and kissed my nipple over my bra, rubbing my other nub with his hand. I arched my back, burning under his lips, even though it wasn’t even a direct contact. As if he read my mind, he moved the material to the side and latched onto my hard bud, applying the right pressure with his mouth and tongue.