The Baby Contract

She clinked her glass with mine and then sipped.

Several of my serving staff entered carrying four courses of food. Having all the plates and bowls around our settings made for a crowded table, but the way Anne lit up at the gourmet food made it worth it. She picked up her fork and started eating before we were finished being served.

Once all the plates were serviced, my staff left us alone.

"Did you enjoy your bath?" I picked up my soup spoon for the lobster bisque.

She looked at me with wide eyes. "Why do you ask?"

I studied her for a moment, noting a hint of blush on her cheek. In my office. I had been imagining her in the tub naked, but now I began to wonder what she was doing in the tub naked. My dick twitched at the idea that she might have been pleasuring herself. I shook the thought away. The woman was leading my mind down a dirty path that it hadn’t gone down in a long, long time.

"I guess I'm being polite. I want to make sure that you're comfortable and have everything that you need."

"It was great. Relaxing." She closed her eyes after taking a bite of steak. "Oh my God, this is delicious. Do you eat like this every night?”

There was a sparkle in her eyes. For once it seemed like delight and not amusement at my expense.

"I don’t eat in courses like this, but the quality of food, yes I eat this well every night."

She cut another piece of steak, popping it into her mouth. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back as a long moan escaped her.

The sound of it was similar to what I elicited from her the day we had sex on my couch. I watched as she continued to eat, completely entranced by the way she savored the food, the way she seemed to enjoy it down to her soul.

She wasn't devouring it as quickly as she had at the restaurant, but she wasn't taking breaths between bites either.

"We have all night to eat and no one's going to take the food from you," I said, just like I had at the restaurant.

She looked at me coyly as she chewed her food and swallowed.

"Are you rethinking me as your surrogate? Do you question my savage eating habits?"

I picked up my knife and fork realizing I wasn’t eating. She was going to think I was the savage one simply watching her eat.

"Not at all. I just want you to know that we have plenty of food. If you get hungry in the middle of the night, you can go to the kitchen."

She picked up a roll and started to butter it. "You're not going to put me on a strict pregnancy diet?" She took a large bite of the roll.

"You’re not going to find donuts. Your choices are pretty much limited to things that are healthy. But just so you know that's nothing new. The junk food left the house when Harper did."

Her gaze scanned my body and I felt it straight down to my dick. "I guess that's how you keep looking so fit and trim."

"I suppose that's part of it."

It was ridiculous how pleased I was that she noticed. I was well and truly fucked.

She took a bite of the roasted potatoes and again, her eyes closed, her head tilted back and she let out a moan.

"Good cooking is one of the things I've really missed about being poor. I have to tell you, Bran, that this food is beyond anything I remember eating when I did have money."

I smiled like a giddy boy.

"I stole my chef from a Michelin star restaurant."

She snapped her gaze at me like she wasn't sure she should believe me.

"Honest to God. Surely you can tell by the taste."

She nodded as she forked more potatoes in her mouth. "You sure like to spend your money on the fancy stuff, don't you?"