#Babymachine (Baby Crazy 1)

But out of the frying pan and into the fire. We were already entangled, the girl living in my apartment full-time for crying out loud. Shit, this was so fucked up. What was gonna happen next? How was I going to explain the contest, and how this all started?

Fuck. I was fucked for sure.

CHAPTER NINE

Mason

The stretch limousine pulled into the massive circular driveway of a hotel just outside the city. In back, the Hudson rippled under the setting sun, glimmers of light bouncing off the water. A gorgeous view, but there was even better from my apartment in the city. With Beth at my side.

Slow jazz music played as I contemplated the scene. We’d arrived, but I wasn’t getting out. And the chauffeur knew better than to bother the man in charge.

Because damn, I didn’t want to be here.

I’d rather be a million places than here at this pretentious hotel filled with pretentious pricks.

Yeah, I fucked up.

I shoulda canceled on these guys, billionaire assholes all.

A night in with my juicy librarian was way better than this monkey show. Just Beth and I sitting in front of the fire, sharing a meal, talking, and eventually enjoying one another’s bodies. Like last night when I had her on the rug. Her ass in the air, pussy milking my cock as I fucked her through four orgasms and tried not to choke out those three little words I’ve been feeling for a while now.

I love you.

Damn.

It’s incredible, right?

Me, Mr. CEO, down on his knees. Mr. High and Mighty, the All-Knowing and All-Powerful, brought to the floor by one curvy, sweet girl.

But it’s the truth. Somehow, this little filly has me by the short and hairies. Like last night. Beth was the one sucking my dick on her hands and knees, but really, our positions were reversed. I worship at her altar. She’s a goddess, someone who can do no wrong.

So now, guilt weighed heavy on my chest, a fucking one-eyed monster making it difficult to breathe.

But I’d agreed to this contest months ago.

And those assholes weren’t gonna let it drop, they’ve got long memories for shit like this.

Fuck me.

Plus, to make it worse, we were deciding the winner tonight. And the setting of this goddamn get-together was far outside city limits for a reason. Because things were going down. Word was they had some whip and chain show planned, full of leather and shit. Lots of screaming. Hot girls who were willing to do anything, baring their all.

But that crap wasn’t what I wanted anymore. What the hell. Too little, too late, and now I was stuck.

Fuck!

Alpha males like me don’t get stuck.

But the situation was undeniable.

So heaving a grunt, I got out of the limo. There was no sense dawdling in the back seat and acting like a lost little kid. Time to get this show on the road. But suddenly, my phone rang, insistent buzz loud and annoying. Irritated, I snapped the receiver against my ear, only to hear my mom’s coo.

“Mason! How are you, sweetheart?”

I grunted. At least this was a distraction. Anything to forget this damned shitshow.

“Hey, Ma. What’s going on?”

Rhonda’s been calling me more and more often these days. Sometimes about nothing. Well, most times about nothing. Chatting about the weather, asking about business until she got to the real reason of her call. Beth. Or since I never told her Beth’s name, “my special lady.”

The first time she called Beth that, I almost lost my shit trying to deny it. But now I don’t even bother.

“I sent you that cookbook for your special lady,” Rhonda sang into the receiver. “Did you get it yet?”

“No, Ma.” Knowing Rhonda, she probably sent it by regular mail about an hour ago. The post office doesn’t work like that, Ma. And Santa doesn’t really live at the North Pole.

But there’s no way to talk sense into her.

“Well, let me know when it gets there,” she burbled. “There are so many great recipes. Remember the dumplings I used to make when you were small? Those would be nice to share after a long day at the office.”

“Thanks,” I managed stiffly. “She’ll appreciate the book.” She, meaning Beth. The thing is, it was the truth. The brunette adored cooking and would gasp with excitement upon seeing the family heirloom.

But at the thought of my little shy librarian, I tensed up even more. Fuck fuck fuck! What was I doing here, at this supposed “top secret” location”? Fuck! I just wanted to spend time with my girl, savoring the meatiness between her legs, stroking that sensitive asshole. Yeah, I’ve been training her butt and this was wasted time right now. Shit shit shit!

I made to get out of the car, but Mom interrupted, babbling about this and that. In fact, she’d already switched to her second favorite topic: when my special lady and I would come down to Florida for a visit.