Secret Baby

“You tell me,” he says as he kisses me. His fingers tangle in my hair as he lifts my head, keeping me in place. I moan into his mouth as he thrusts fully inside of me.

A small cry comes from me. I shut my eyes tightly. “Madeleine?” My eyes spring open to meet his.

“Don’t stop.” My fingers dig into his back.

“I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.” He pulls out before thrusting back in. I gasp at the sensation. I feel so full but it’s so good too. The small bite of pain I felt as he stretched me to take him fades away. The pleasure takes over.

“Kiss me,” I tell him. His mouth falls onto mine. I lose myself in him. Not thinking about tomorrow or anything else. I’ve never felt this close to someone. I am always surrounded by people but feel so alone most of the time.

“Madeleine.” His warm breath tickles my skin. My whole body is alive to everything. “I need you to come for me.” His voice is strangled.

My body does as he asks. I fall over the edge into a second orgasm. This one is different than the last. My whole body shudders under him. He growls my name into my neck. I feel his warm release inside of me. I hold on to him tighter. That feeling of not being alone anymore is overwhelming and wonderful at the same time.

He rolls, taking me with him. I lie on top of him. Our heavy breathing fills the room. His hands roam up and down my back softly. I turn my head to kiss his chest. His cock jerks inside of me.

“I’m not done with you yet. I will let you catch your breath, though.”

I smile against his chest, kissing him again before I sit up. My hands come down onto his chest as he sinks even deeper inside of me. He’s still hard. I thought men went soft after sex. I’m too embarrassed to ask him about it. His hands come to my hips. He slides them up my body to my breasts. I fit in his hands perfectly. He gives them a squeeze before his thumbs drift across my nipples. My head falls back at the sensation. My hips begin rocking on their own.

“I don’t want you to be done with me.” Ever. I keep that part to myself. I know what this is. One night. I’ll be gone before the sun fully rises but I am going to enjoy these few hours that I have. It is my birthday, after all.

The best one I’ve ever had.

Chapter Two

Oliver

5 Months later

Sorry. No news.

I stare at the text screen in frustration. Obviously, I need to find a new private investigator. This one is useless. How hard can it be to find one person? In this day and age, you’d think you’d be able to do one internet search and come up with anyone. But, no, because I don’t have a last name nor a picture, this easy search has turned into a five-month mystery. And I hate mysteries. And surprises. And anything remotely resembling either of them.

I rub my eyes. I’ll text him in an hour and then every hour after that until he gives me the information I paid for. Until then, I’m in the mood to destroy someone.

“Blossom, where the hell is that report?” I bark into the speaker.

“It’s coming, Oliver.” The sound reverbs slightly, which tells me she’s using the damn toy I bought her for Christmas. “You asked us to make changes to it ten minutes ago and it takes time to regenerate all the numbers. You’ll have it in five. Besides, the market doesn’t open for another hour in China.” My assistant’s tone is one part soothing and two parts snippy irritation.

“I need it yesterday.”

“And I need you to be nicer to me. This is harassment. I’m going to report you to Human Resources.”

“You do that.”

“Seriously, though, you need a vacation. You haven’t been in a good mood since your trip to Hawaii.”

The word acts like a trigger and I’m thrown back to the hotel room where I’m sunk balls deep into the hottest cunt ever created and she’s screaming my name as I feel her cum drench my hard cock. I fist my hand on my thigh. How many men, having had a taste of heaven only to never be allowed to even look upon the feast again, would be able to summon up even so much as a smile again? Blossom’s lucky I haven’t turned into a murderous thug.

“I. Want. My. Report,” I bark out in sharp, enunciated words.

“You shouting at me isn’t going to make it come any faster. In fact, I think the computer is slowing down. Beeeeep. Beeeeeeeep. Beeeeeeeep.”

“You have five minutes,” I seethe and jab the disconnect button.