#Babymachine (Baby Crazy 1)

Those dudes were going down.

You’re such a goddamn asshole, my conscience chimed again. Because what about her? She doesn’t deserve this. Beth was an innocent. Everything about her screamed it, even when she was wriggling on that chair, panting and moaning.

And yeah, I felt guilty, but this thing had already been set in motion. Besides, I never back down from a challenge. You don’t get to be CEO by being a pansy. You get there using relentless aggression, and this situation was no exception.

But Beth was different. She came into my office to help me. Everything about the pretty librarian was eager and sweet. She was like a gentle doe in the meadow, unsuspecting and innocent, made to be protected and cherished. She didn’t deserve the fuck book, not at all.

Aw shit. Guilt rode me hard. Don’t do this to her, the voice spoke again. You’re an asshole, yes. But that doesn’t stop you from being the better man.

So yeah, all day I wanted to call down to the library and tell Beth not to bother coming up for our little study session this afternoon. It would be so easy to cancel. And it was more than that. Canceling would spare her a boatload of humiliation, a shit ton of embarrassment.

But I’m still me, a giant asshole through and through. So I never called, even as the phone beckoned from its place on my desk. My hand never lifted, even though I eyed the receiver constantly.

Suddenly, a buzz sounded, jolting me out of my reverie.

“Mr. Carlton, Beth White is here to see you,” purred my secretary’s voice.

Last chance. You could tell her to send Beth away, the voice screamed again. But guilt was nothing compared to my lust for the female’s tender virgin flesh. Plus, my overwhelming desire to win that fuck book contest and screw my buddies. Oh yeah, winning is everything, and I was gonna make this happen.

So without any hesitation, I spoke.

“Send her in, Kimberly.”

“Of course, sir,” came my secretary’s dulcet voice.

I knew Kimberly wondered what was happening between me and the sexy librarian, but she’s been with me for too long to lob any questions. After all, in our world, the boss is always right, full stop. I pay her a pretty penny to remember that day in and day out. And with a click, the phone connection died just as a soft knock sounded on the door.

“Come,” rang my deep voice.

Straightening my tie, I sat up. Holy shit, was this really happening? Was I really like a second-grader getting ready for his school photo?

But it was true. I was nervous. This wasn’t a date per se, but there was something about this girl that shook me to my core. Normally, I’d be on the phone, too busy to meet with anyone for even five minutes. But Beth is different, and I didn’t want to think about what that was.

Finally, the door to my office cracked open, swinging open slowly.

Goddamn.

Holy shit.

The brunette was even prettier than last time. Her big, brown eyes looked at me with innocence, long lashes sweeping down on rounded cheeks. And today she wore color, which was better than that ugly brown shit from before. Her skirt was a deep blue, down to the knee, swinging about those lush hips. But it was the sweater that did me in.

The soft fabric hugged her huge tits, emphasizing their generous proportions. Those boobies were giant Double Ds, swinging this way and that and I couldn’t wait to rip off the cotton and devour the white flesh, covering her with licks and kisses.

She was killing me.

Inch by inch, my defenses were crumbling.

But the sweet girl had no idea. Closing the door, she walked towards the glass table in the center of the room, hips swaying.

“Should we start?” were her shy words while biting those bee-stung lips. “Are you ready?”

I got up from my desk like a beast ready to conquer.

“Absolutely,” came my low growl. “Absolutely, sweetheart.”

Beth stammered and looked down, cheeks all red.

“I brought the books,” came her tremulous voice. “We can start up where we left off yesterday.”

Sweet, so sweet.

“We’re not going to need any books, pretty girl,” was my growl. “You know that.”

Her chest heaved under that clingy sweater and I clenched my hands to stop myself from grabbing her like a caveman. Beth stammered but then something melted within. Because she decided to get real and lifted her eyes to mine, the liquid caramel so hot, so obviously hungry for me that my cock jerked hard down below.

“I know Mr. Carlton,” she whispered and trembled like a deer as I stood motionless, vibrating with energy. “I know.”

And I couldn’t resist anymore. Call me a sucker, but her pink lips were right there, beckoning like a lush cupid’s bow. And they were slightly parted and raised, just waiting for my kiss.