CEO Daddy (Crescent Cove 6.50)

“Think we are just fine then. Why don’t I get the tub ready while you check on Lily?”

“Why don’t you,” I echoed as she rose.

She tugged off her socks. “You mean you’d rather I go see to Lily?”

“Yes. No. Christ.” I rubbed my hands over my face. “Sorry, all blood in my head rerouted south. You’re fucking gorgeous.”

“Sure you don’t need glasses? I’ve seen my hair tonight.”

“Perfect 20/20. And don’t say that again.” I grabbed her calf when she stepped out of her jeans. “Can’t you tell how crazy you make me?”

“I can. I’m just waiting for it to change.”

“It’s been more than two months. It’s not changing.”

She tossed her jeans at me and headed into the en suite bathroom, her heart-shaped ass bouncing in the very best ways. “Then get a move on, Wainwright. I’ve never soaked in a Jacuzzi.”

“Shit. I don’t have any condoms.”

That stopped her dead momentarily. “You still didn’t buy any?”

“To use with who? I told you there’s been no one else. And it’s unethical to do…this.”

“That again.” I tried not to watch her perfect ass sway, but it was pretty much a lost cause. “Come find me when you forget your supposed rules.”

A moment later, she leaned around the doorway, dipping forward enough that her tits nearly spilled out of her low-cut bra. “Don’t forget you’re far too old for me too.”

“Hannah, you’re pushing your luck.” Just as my dick was pushing against the confines of my pants.

“And you should never deflower an innocent virgin in a one-night stand—”

I threw her sweater toward the bathroom door, and she backed away, laughing. Then the water turned on in the tub.

Fuck. I stood and started gathering our plates. I was not standing on ceremony and missing a second of this.

We could make our own rules.

Fourteen

The sound I made as I slipped into the Jacuzzi bordered on orgasmic.

Could someone climax just from a few well-placed jet sprays and hot water? And I didn’t even mean on my clit or anywhere interesting. Right now, my sore legs and aching hips were getting lots of play.

Either I’d jarred myself on the cold sidewalk more than I realized or pregnancy was already kicking my ass.

Along with feeling like heaven, the tub also allowed me to hide my belly. I’d been more nervous about revealing that part of myself to Asher than my breasts or between my legs. He’d seen them already in any case. But my stomach was a big old baby neon sign.

Or so it was in my head. As if he would be able to tell I’d gained five pounds.

Could he?

Probably not until the pre-sex haze cleared anyway. Afterward, maybe. He was fairly observant when he wanted to be.

He was also ridiculously sweet. But that whole lack of condoms thing wasn’t keeping me from, as Gabriela called it, a thorough dicking.

Especially since condoms were not a factor in our lives right now.

I was so clean I was squeaky. I was pretty sure Asher was too, judging from his overall level of preparation and nonexistent list of current lovers.