The Baby Clause 2.0 (The Contract 1.75)

“My turn, baby.”

Her incredible eyes glittered in the dimness. “Richard . . . yes . . .”

I slid inside her slowly, her pussy tight and wet around me. Once I was buried deep within her, I stilled, our gazes locking as I began to move, long, even thrusts that made us both groan. “So much better than my hand,” I teased, reminding her of our early days.

Katy tightened her grip on my shoulders. “Harder,” she pleaded. “Fuck me, Richard. Just fuck me.”

Jesus.

She rarely swore, and hearing that sweet mouth of hers utter dirty words cranked me even higher. I pushed at her knees, opening her up even more, sinking deeper. The weight of my body pressed her into the mattress, and I let go, slamming into her with hard, powerful strokes. We moved together, and I kissed and licked at her body, nibbled at her collarbones, and skimmed my tongue up her neck, swirling it on the sensitive skin behind her ear. Our mouths fused together, exploring each other, and her taste wrecked me. I nipped at her full lips, easing the sting with soft presses of my mouth. Our skin slid together, the dampness warm and making the friction even more profound. My orgasm began to build, my balls tightening.

“Oh God—Katy . . .”

She cried out, flexing around me, and I buried my face in her neck as I spilled inside, breathing out her name, then collapsing beside her, wrapping her in my arms.

For a few moments, there was only the sound of our fast breathing. Then she spoke.

“You’re keeping the beard.”

I chuckled. “Done.”

Katy curled into me, running her fingers through my hair. I huffed a long breath—I loved it when she did that. I felt myself relaxing into her warmth and sliding into sleep.

I had a feeling I’d be getting even less rest than usual for the next while. Both my girls needed attention now.

And I was good with that.Richard

I wrapped a towel around Gracie and tucked her against my chest. She grizzled and grasped against my skin, her legs bending and stretching. She was anxious to get going. At six months old, from the second she opened her eyes, until they finally, begrudgingly, shut for the night, she was on the go. There was a lot of bum wiggling these days—I had many videos on my phone from Katy, and I had witnessed it many times, but she hadn’t yet started crawling, although I expected it any day.

I had taken her in the shower with me. She loved showers and I didn’t want to leave her alone too long. She laughed the whole time, and though I couldn’t say I was as clean as I normally would be, I would pass for the day.

I carefully patted her hair dry after I fastened her diaper. The sounds of Katy being ill made me hurry back to our room. Last night, she had suddenly wanted Japanese food. She disliked sushi but loved tempura. When she called and asked me to bring home dinner, I was only too happy to pick up a huge assortment of sushi for me, and tempura for her from my favorite place. I chuckled as she nibbled on a few Ebi and California rolls—the only kind of sushi she would eat. She ignored my teasing that it wasn’t really sushi since the shrimp was cooked and the other was just vegetables. She ate heartily, but began to feel ill a couple hours after dinner, and had been up most of the night. I blamed the Ebi.

Bad shrimp was hell.

Between her retching, and the contents of Gracie’s diaper this morning, I was feeling a little under the weather myself. Whoever said this shit, pardon the pun, got easier, was a fucking liar. Katy seemed to handle it all fine, but I still gagged on occasion. How something so small and adorable could produce nuclear explosions the way Gracie did was a mystery.

I knocked on the bathroom door. “Okay, sweetheart?”

A few second later, Katy shuffled out, looking like hell. She was pale and shaky, her hair a plastered mess on one side of her head.

“No,” she replied shortly, falling back on the bed.

I pulled up the covers. “Mrs. Brandon is going to check on you this morning while she’s cleaning.”

“You can’t be serious about taking Gracie into work with you,” she protested.

“You can’t look after her. Laura is away. The only other person we trust is down with the flu, so I doubt two nauseous women will help Gracie much. I have her playpen and toys in the office. I’ll lay her down for a nap before I head to the meeting, and once it’s done, I’ll come home and look after you.”

“What if she won’t nap?”

“Stop worrying. Jenna and Amy are there. All the women in the office love her. Graham is as good with her as I am. She’ll be fine.” I was telling the truth. She was a familiar visitor to the office, and they all loved spoiling her. Graham doted on her, and he was one of her favorite people.