The Boss Deal

“All right, what is it?” Leaning back against the table, I grip the edge with my hands.

Misty smiles, throwing open palms in my face. “Wait right here, don’t move.”

“Okay,” I say with a laugh. “Should I close my eyes too?”

She gives me a look that basically tells me to stop being a smartass as she disappears behind the kitchen door.

Crossing one leg over the other, I grab a menu and flip through. It feels like she’s gone for ages. Dropping the menu back into the box, I cross my arms.

“Did you get lost?” I ask, calling out to her. “We do have reservations, you know.”

“Give me a minute, I’m just finishing it up,” she calls back.

Pulling my phone out, I look at the clock. The bakery’s been closed for over an hour, no one else is here, and she doesn’t have any new orders that I’m aware of.

The door opens as she pushes it with her back. She’s got something in her hands and as she turns I realize it’s a cake.

Her smile is big, broad, and glowing. “I made you something.”

“It’s not my birthday for another three weeks.”

“I know, but I was excited and I couldn’t wait.” She sets it down on one of the tables, and takes a step back.

Walking forward, I tip my head, trying to figure out what the hell is on the cake. “What is that?” I ask.

It’s a small, round, two layer cake. The frosting is pastel green, with a lattice pattern that crisscrosses all around the sides. There are handmade fondant flowers, and candy pearls all over it.

Leaning over I read the words written across the top. ‘Coming soon. . .’

“Coming soon? What’s coming soon?” I ask as I cock a brow and look up at her.

Misty is holding out a small plastic stick, her eyes glossy as she smiles and sniffles at the same time.

“What? What’s that?” She nudges it in my direction and I take it. Holding it lightly with both hands, I see two thin blue lines in a clear window.

What the hell is—

Wait. . . Is she. . .

My eyes jump up to hers and she sees the recognition and question on my face. Nodding quickly, tears start to fall down her cheeks as her smile grows wider.

“We’re having a baby, Nick.”

“A baby,” I say, my voice teetering in curiosity like it’s some type of joke. “We’re really having a baby?”

Misty nods excitedly, and rests both her hands on her belly. “We’re having a baby.”

Wrapping my arms firmly around her, I lift her off her feet and spin her around. “I can’t believe we’re having a baby,” I say, planting kisses up her neck and around her face. I kiss her chin and cheek, her neck and her nose. I flutter more kisses down her throat and across the exposed skin of her chest.

She rakes her fingers through my hair, and lets her arms fall around my neck. “I know, I’m excited to tell everyone.”

“You haven’t told anyone yet?”

“Nope,” she says proudly. “Not even Vanessa.”

Sliding my hands under her ass, she wraps her legs around my hips, and stares into my eyes. She looks perfect. She always looks perfect. With or without makeup. Covered in flour and frosting, or wearing nothing at all.

Misty is simply perfect.

Kissing her softly, I grip her ass firmly. Misty kisses back, her hands digging into my shoulders as she starts to grind her pussy against me. Our kisses become more intense, delirious, intoxicating as she pushes her tongue past my lips, and into my mouth.

Everything about her is sparks and electricity, like a live wire. Her pussy rubs harder, her nipples scrape my chest, her tongue fuses with mine as they tangle and twirl together.

Stalking forward, I walk across the room until her back is pressed against the wall. Using the wall to help hold her up, I bunch her skirt up around her hips, and grip her inner thighs.

Her skin is already warm, and her breathing is labored. And I love that. I love watching her surrender to me. To see her completely give herself to me in every way just fuels my desire. And now she’s carrying our child.

The thought quickly takes me from man to beast. I can’t explain how badly I want to fuck her. The need is carnal, it comes from deep inside my body, and I have no control over it.

Misty purrs as my thumb slides up her pussy and finds her clit. Her panties are wet, dripping with arousal as I draw circles over the fabric.

The pad of my thumb is slick, gliding with ease. Dipping my thumb under the crease of her panties, I slide it between her lips and spread her juice up and down. Misty’s body trembles as I hit her clit and rub it faster.