His Love

Blair shook her head. “I’ve never really wanted to go to college, but I want to work with kids, so I’ll probably focus on getting my degree in early childhood development. I’ve already got a jump start on it since I’m in a program that substitutes some of my high-school classes for college courses”—she ducked her head and shrugged—“My dad won’t be happy about it, but I think I’ll keep attending Hunter College.”

I almost showed my relief by expelling a deep breath. It was good to know I didn’t have a fight on my hands about that. If Blair wanted to finish her degree, I would support her completely. But she’d be doing it locally, at a school in New York City, while I kept her busy having my babies. I’d be happy to quiz her on her homework while she bounced on my dick.

Son of a bitch. I shook away the images before I came in my pants like a horny teenager and scared the fuck out of my girl. I mentally shook my head at myself. It was a year later, and I still had no control over my thoughts around her.

Only one more year. Only one more year. I chanted to myself. It wasn’t even a full year. Just until the end of May, right before graduation. I could be patient.

“I’m excited about an internship I have for the school year, though!” I refocused on Blair, hoping to be distracted from my depraved thoughts. Her tone had become animated, and her beautiful face lit up like the Fourth of July. “I guess they had a spot open up in the in-house daycare at K-Corp. Someone reached out to one of my professors, and she recommended me! They are even allowing me to use it as a practicum for one of my classes. I just hope I don’t disappoint them.”

I already knew about her internship. I’d been the one to facilitate it. Ever since I started paying attention to her, I noticed and heard everything she said, even the silent thoughts she conveyed so clearly on her face. Blair wore her every emotion, and for some reason she was particularly easy for me to read. Though, she clearly didn’t realize how attuned to her I was, or she’d know I’d heard her when she mentioned her love of kids, the college courses she was taking, and all the other details of her life that I clung to as though they were water and I was dying of thirst.

The elevator reached the lobby, and I silently cursed since it meant my time with Blair was over for the day. For the most part.

I gestured for her to walk off first, then kept in step with her as we exited the building into the crisp October air. Before she could turn in the opposite direction as me, I put my hand on her shoulder and waited for her to meet my gaze.

I smiled softly and winked at her. “I’m sure you’re perfect for the job.” Blair’s face flushed with red at my compliment, but she smiled brightly.

“Thanks, Mr—Justice.” Then she spun around and trotted to the corner of Central Park West and disappeared around it, heading towards her Upper West Side private school. A soft wind blew, and it ruffled her sorry excuse for a skirt. I needed to do something about that. The thought of some horny teenage boy seeing what was mine had me on the verge of a homicidal rage. I took several deep breaths until I’d calmed down.

“See you later, bunny,” I murmured before stalking over to my town car that had been idling a few feet away. I waved off Benjamin, my driver, when he began to exit the vehicle and opened my own door, then slid onto the back seat. He also served as my bodyguard, a necessary evil when you were worth more than a billion dollars.

With the tinted windows and dark interior, the ambiance matched my mood. I put the partition up so that I was alone and unzipped my pants, releasing my turgid cock. I placed a towel underneath my erection before laying my head back against the supple leather. I curled my hands around the edge of the seat and clenched them, holding on like I was afraid I’d be swept away in a tide. Then, like every day on the drive to Wall Street, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to indulge in my morning fantasy.

Chapter 2

Justice

I caressed Blair’s swollen belly as I kissed my way down to her naked pussy. I loathed the idea of anything between us, so I demanded that she keep it bare for me. There was nothing sexier than seeing her southern lips glistening with a mixture of her arousal and my seed.

My mouth watered as I leaned in and inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with the sweet and musky scent of her sex. I was addicted to eating her pussy, but for some reason, when she was pregnant, my obsession intensified and I craved it with a deep, gnawing hunger.