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“Or Isabella Patrice Donovan?” She bites her lip.
“Or Isabella Cara Patrice Donovan?” I pull my head back in question. “How'd you know my mum's name?”
“I asked Timothy when he was walking me down here. Joshua, if Maya is okay with it, I like that one.” She again smiles shyly at me.
“Good, so do I. Now we only have a few more minutes before Timothy becomes bored, come here.”
“I'm here.” She smiles at me.
“No, right here.” I pull her down onto my lap and kiss her. She's straddling me, our child between us. I take my time and explore her mouth. My fingers slide into her thick hair, pulling her closer to me. She tastes so good. I want to take her upstairs and taste all of her. I groan as I pull away, and she whimpers. “Angel, I have a staff meeting in an hour and dinner is shortly after that, which isn't enough time for what I want to do to you. How about we go for our walk in the garden?”
“I can't wait much longer, Joshua, I need you. These pregnancy hormones have been hell all these months. I have taken more cold showers and resorted to a BOB, I'm afraid to say.” She blushes.
“Uh, Angel, you’re killing me. Let's walk before I can't stand straight.” She has a bloody battery operated boyfriend. The thought of her using a vibrator has my zipper imprinting on my cock. The image of watching her pleasure herself causes me to groan again. I need to get control of myself before I do something rash, like strip her down right here and take her on this desk.
“Maya bought it for me as a joke. I guess we can walk if we must.” She sighs as she tries to stand.
“We must.” I stand with her in my arms, her legs wrap around my hips. Her belly is not as large as she thinks. I release her legs, lean her back slightly in my arms, and slowly lower her, allowing her to feel my erection. She presses herself up against me and rubs her hands down my chest. I grab her hands as they start for my pants. “Angel, I don't want fast the first time I have you. I also don't want our first time to be on this desk. I'll have you on this desk, but not for our first time.”
“But, Joshua, I'm melting here.” Her voice has gone all sex kitten and is pulling me in.
“I know, Angel. I'm so hard I'm about to bust my zipper.” She pulls her hands from mine and again drags them down my shirtfront using her nails this time. When she reaches my waist, she moves back up but under my shirt, rubbing my abdomen and then chest. I feel my resolve crumbling. I've wanted this woman for six years.
“Oh damn, Angel, please. Everyone will be here in less than an hour. I want you so bad.”
“Take me upstairs, we can release some of this tension and stress. I've never wanted a man as much as I want you.” She leans up on her toes to kiss my jawline, neck, and throat. “Please, Joshua,” she begs.
I groan.
Just then my cell phone dings in my pocket. I pull it out to read the text from Timothy.
Took measurements. Got ideas. Will see you in an hour. Got some stuff to do.
Okay see you. I text my reply quickly, one handed, while my other hand wraps my girl closer to me. “Angel, this isn't how I wanted our first time, but come on, I can't wait any longer. I reach down and pick her up in my arms. We're upstairs so fast, I think I ran most of the way. I gently put her down beside the bed.
She immediately starts stripping. I grab her hands as she starts to remove her bra, she threw her shirt across the room. I want to laugh at her impatience, but all I see is her creamy flesh.
“Slow down, this isn't a race. I want to do this. I've imagined the color of your nipples and the feel of your breasts for years.”
“I want to feel your skin against mine. Touch me,” she begs, panting.
I take off my shirt, take her into my arms and kiss her. The warmth and silkiness of her skin touching mine is almost more than I can take. I groan as I deepen the kiss and pull her tighter to me. My hands slide down her back, and she stiffens as I feel the ridges of scars. She breaks the kiss and leans forward, licking my neck, and I’m distracted from asking her about them.
Chapter Fifteen
Ana
His hairless chest is perfectly chiseled with defined pectorals leading to the perfect six-pack. He has tattoos along both sides of his rib cage, but I can’t make them out before he’s pulling me into his large, muscular arms. I see why his shirtsleeves are so tight. His kisses leave me breathless as he explores every crevice of my mouth. I whimper with the need for him. His hands slide down my back and I know he’s going to ask, but I can’t allow that conversation to interrupt this. I try not to stiffen as I pull away and lick up the column of his throat.
I need to tell him something else first. Something that could change this for us.
He leans down kissing my throat, the drag of his teeth and lips causes my body to erupt in goose flesh.
“Oh, Joshua, that feels wonderful, but I need to tell you something.” I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. “I'm not like other woman.”
“You're right, Angel, you are not like other women to me.” He pulls back.
I'm about to worry he's going to stop, when his hand reaches behind him to pull a gun from his back. He sets it on the nightstand and reaches behind him again, retracting a sheathed knife, and placing it next to the gun.
