Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

But let them talk.

I stood up, reaching for his hand and guiding him back to my manager where they quickly handled the transaction for me getting off early.

I darted back into the dressing room, quickly pulling on my skirt and sweater before saying goodbye to Juliane, my stripper bestie. I promised I’d text her all the details the next morning.

She told me to be careful, and I was back on Aron’s arm within a couple of minutes.

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bsp; Immediately he made me feel like I was his lady, rather than the woman he paid to accompany him back. The familiar way his arm snaked around me and rested upon my hip, how he guided me out to his shiny, brand-new BMW. And by brand-new, I meant brand-spanking-new.

“Just driven off the lot earlier today,” he told me, before opening the door for me, a gentleman to the core it seemed. “Another little celebration,” he remarked with a kiss to the back of my hand before he shut the door and went around, getting into the driver seat and heading us off back to his place.

I couldn’t blame the man. I’d make sure to get more than a couple of fun new toys if I suddenly found myself with that many extra bills burning up my pocket.

But soon I found my hand resting on his lap, my fingers rubbing his thigh. Something had definitely come over me, and though it was the money that got me out the door, it wasn’t money that kept me there, touching him.

Aron flashed me a look from the corner of his view, and though he had every reason to be cocky, he wasn’t. He just looked strikingly handsome and fond of me. And that had a special meaning in and of itself. I’d got the attention of this capable and fabulously wealthy man.

We didn’t quite drive to the ritziest part of town, to my surprise. But to a section reserved mainly for business offices.

“You’ll excuse the place,” he remarked before getting out, and opening the door for me in the underground parking garage. “I’ll be moving on out soon,” he said, offering me his hand and helping me out of his vehicle. “But can’t do everything in one day,” he said with a cheeky grin, pulling me into a close embrace for a moment before taking me to the elevators.

I couldn’t help but laugh. Despite my job, and my hustle, I wasn’t a snob. Not on my off hours.

But was that truly what this was? My off hours?

I couldn’t really be sure. But I’d never gone home with anyone before, and it certainly wasn’t desperation for the cash. I could’ve milked him dry back in the club. Well, not dry, not in one night.

But it was something else that made me decide to come back with him. Something far more valuable than cash.

He took us up to the top floor, where frosted glass office-style doors greeted us. He had to unlock them before leading us in. There, the whole floor spanned out, divided by partition walls, with a very trendy but eclectic taste in furniture. He had a large living room area, dining area, the whole works.

“Used to be my company's first office,” he said, helping me out of my coat after flipping on the lights, the view a gorgeous view of the city all lit up. “When we had to move to bigger premises, well… I turned this into a spacious little home pad for myself. Don’t tell anyone though,” he said with a playful shushing gesture, “they’ll kick me out if you do.”

“Naughty, naughty,” I chided him, even as I took a look around. But then my eyes found his again. He was gorgeous. He was the whole package. Everything I’d been looking for and couldn’t find in a man, and then some.

And he’d chosen me.

I licked my lips before taking off my high heels, setting them at the door and approaching him. I was a foot and a half shorter than him without them, and it made me feel both self conscious and something else... something I wasn’t sure I had words for.

But once he put his arms around me, and those big hands came to rest upon my ass again, I felt certain it was a good feeling.

“Four billion dollars,” he began in a low, husky voice, “and you’re the most exciting part of my day.” It was hard to accept it as mere flattery, not with the conviction in his voice. He leaned in to kiss me, first on my cheek at the corner of my lips, then plush upon my mouth.

I melted into him. There wasn’t any other way to describe it. His kiss was amazing, and twenty grand or not, he and I were definitely on the same wavelength. It was the highlight of my day, too.

My arms went up around his neck, my sweater lifting to reveal my stomach as I pushed against him.

Those powerful hands helped lift me up and close the immense distance between the towering giant of business and me, my weight nothing in his palms it seemed as his tongue penetrated my lips and lashed at my mouth. He might’ve been a business genius, but he was a master kisser, and I got so lost in the feel of our connection I didn’t notice that he’d moved us, and my back touched a wall. A wall nowhere near where we began, but I was too enraptured to notice.

Little details like that were beyond us as he pressed into me with his throbbing manhood, a thick bulge that put to shame any other man I had danced upon the lap of.

I had to admit, it was something out of this world. Just the power of his kiss was enough to make my heart leap, and my body tighten. How could he be so amazing? How could I be doing this with a stranger I just met?

But honestly, the question that plagued me the most, was how could I leave after a one night stand with him? There would be no comparing to the night, I could already tell, and that made me even more heated. I had to make the moment between us last.

I had to have it to hold onto, forever.