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I decided he was telling the truth. He had been totally honest with me up to this point; there wasn’t a reason to believe otherwise. “Okay. Sorry if I got defensive.”
“I can understand your surprise, and alarm,” he said, kissing my cheek. “Really, the bottom line is I want a child. And I want you to be the biological mother. That’s why I chose you from the surrogacy agency. Hopefully I’m the biological father, but it’s not the end of the world if that isn’t the case.”
“So if I slept with, say, Andrew—you’d be fine with that?”
He shrugged. “If it resulted in a pregnancy and a healthy baby? Sure. Andrew’s a smart guy.”
That was not the answer I expected. “You wouldn’t get jealous?”
“I don’t get jealous.”
I snorted. “Every man I’ve ever known gets jealous.”
Pierce smiled confidently. “I’m not like any man you’ve ever known.”
The cocky way he delivered the line should have annoyed me. From any other man, it would have. But now that I had gotten to know Pierce Benning, I knew it was the simple truth. He wasn’t like any man I’d ever known, for a few hundred reasons. If he claimed he didn’t get jealous, then that was the truth.
Even if it was insane.
“I still don’t understand,” I said slowly. “You were so focused on a natural conception, building an entire contract around it… but now you’re claiming you wouldn’t mind if it’s not biologically yours?”
He retrieved his wine glass and stared into its depths. “I know it seems paradoxical,” he admitted. “But it’s the way I feel. I want it to be a natural conception, even if it ends up not being my genetics. The child wouldn’t know. He or she would think I was their father, and I would raise them as such. That’s all I want.”
“Sorry to push the issue,” I said. “But you seriously would be okay if I slept with other men? Andrew, or Tristan, or Alejandro the chef?”
Pierce grinned. “Andrew and Tristan are two of the best men I know. If you aren’t impregnated by my seed, then I would be lucky for it to be one of them.”
We finished our wine and turned out the lights, and I cuddled up to Pierce’s warm body. But I couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation. Especially the way he talked about Andrew and Tristan. I had brought them up as a hypothetical, but Pierce’s reaction didn’t seem to treat it like that.
If anything, it seemed like he intended it to be one of them.
19
Melinda
I slept poorly that night. My body was tense, likely from the long run earlier that day. I kept waking up with aches in my hamstrings, and no amount of stretching and repositioning would help.
And when I finally did fall asleep, I had extremely vivid dreams.
Sexy dreams.
I was out on the terrace, leaning on the railing to enjoy the view while sipping on red wine. A man came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. The familiar way in which he did it made me think it was Pierce.
But there was something different about his kisses on the back of my neck. When I turned, it wasn’t Pierce at all.
It was Andrew.
Rather than my surprise twisting into shock, it melted into a relaxing sense of excitement. There was a familiarity in the way our lips lightly kissed, and the way his hand reached around to grab my ass, pulling it closer. This wasn’t the first time Andrew and I had done this.
In that magical way that happened in dreams, suddenly the two of us were nude and sitting on one of the pool chairs. I was straddling Andrew, grinding my pussy down against his stiff cock while his lips caressed over my nipples. I desperately wanted him inside of me, but I could tell the way I teased him, dragging my wet lips up and down the underside of his hard shaft, was driving him crazy. Every second that passed where we merely touched, rather than joining, made me desperate for him. I wanted to feel him inside me, to have him covering me and taking me the way a man should.
I blinked, and the positions were reversed: I was on my back with Andrew on top, just like I had wished. He sank into me, filling me in one long, perfect motion. We gasped together, sharing a breath, smiling into each other’s eyes as we savored that wonderful sexual friction.
As we made love in the open air, servants went about their tasks. Picking up the plates from a finished meal, and delivering more wine and trays of dessert pastries. None of this was awkward or unusual; it all seemed perfectly normal as Andrew drove his cock into me with slow, sensual motions.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying this,” he breathed into my chest.
It took me a while to realize we weren’t alone. It wasn’t the servants; there was another man sitting on the pool chair to my left, watching intently. As always, Tristan was wearing a three-piece suit, and had that wry smile on his face that so perfectly encapsulated his English demeanor.
