“Fuck,” I muttered, falling back down onto the bed.
Scarlett had a wicked mouth. Her tongue swirled around my head, sending a rush through my body. I sat back up, so I could brush her hair from her face, holding it in my fist. As she continued to bob her head up and down, my hold tightened.
Scarlett stopped just as she got me to the precipice. I was harder than a rock. It was almost painful.
“You know how to tease a man.”
Her lips turned up as she got off the bed and pulled her panties down. She straddled me again, a knee on either side of my body, her dress bunching at her waist.
“I really like this dress.”
“Thanks, it’s new.”
Scarlett picked up her body and pushed herself down on my cock. Her folds felt as if they were sucking me in, drawing my body to her. Every second spent with Scarlett was somehow better than the last.
“You’re perfect,” I breathed.
“You’re perfect,” Scarlett repeated.
Her pelvis moved faster, slamming down into me. I grabbed onto her waist. I brought my body up to meet hers. Sweat dotted my skin as I exerted myself. I wanted Scarlett to come hard. I always wanted her to come hard. Her face breaking in ecstasy was one of my favorite sights.
“Noah, I’m going to come.”
I moved harder, the sounds of skin slapping skin filling up our entire room. My dick angrily drove in and out of her pussy until I felt her body shake. She arched her back as her walls vibrated around my shaft, Scarlett’s juices flowing down my dick. I did a few more pumps and exploded inside her, fingers digging into her waist. Scarlett collapsed on top of me, her hair falling into my face. I pushed it aside, so I could look into her eyes.
“How are you feeling?”
“Amazing,” she mumbled.
It looked like she was getting sleepy. I was tired myself. We both had things to do tomorrow, and it was probably time to go to sleep. Scarlett rolled off of me, leaving her hand on my chest. I gripped it, placing kisses on the outside part of her hand.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being you. For never giving up on me. For staying in my life. I love you, Scarlett.”
“I love you, too.”
My life with Scarlett and my daughters was better than I could have ever imagined. Every day just got better and better. Tomorrow, I was hoping to do my part to bring the sunshine by asking Scarlett to marry me. Glenn and I had talked in private, and he wished us all the happiness in the world. It felt like we already had all the joy we could handle, but I knew there were always chances for me.
I turned on my side to cuddle with my Scarlett, the two of us falling asleep in one another’s arms.
My life finally felt like my own once again.THE ENDMy Mentor’s Secret BabyThis is Book 14 in the His Secret Baby series, which are based on a theme and can be read alone but are fun to binge-read altogether!Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance AuthorChapter One - HazelI was at home, writing on my computer, or trying to, growing more frustrated by the minute. I had been suffering from writer’s block for years, unable to even form a decent thought or idea, let alone write a sentence. Finally, I had to push my keyboard away in frustration. Getting up from the desk, I went to the kitchen for a glass of water. After I drank it, I went back to my computer, but I couldn't bring myself to sit down. Just starring out my window, I bit my lip anxiously.
It was no use. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't write anything. I couldn't concentrate. It was like I had lost my inspiration or my desire to write. This was supposed to be my next book, the sequel to my first smash hit. I had planned on making this one spectacular, but my ideas just swirled around in my head, resisting the paper.
I kept looking out the window as I remembered my first book with a certain fondness. That book was my baby, my passion. I wrote it five years ago with the help of Alex, my first love. Maybe that's why I hadn't been able to write anything since. Writing was something that Alex and I used to do together. It just hasn't felt the same since then. Nothing has.
Alex Anderson was my father's best friend and one of the most talented science fiction writers ever. I used to love reading his books. In fact, Alex inspired me to become a writer.
Despite the fifteen-year difference in our ages, we used to sit for hours on the back deck of my childhood home, discussing stories. I would relate to him ideas that I had for my own little books, and he would always praise me, telling me, “What an imagination!” With his help, we turned one of those ideas into my first published book. I was only eighteen at the time.