Page 36 of Twins with Daddy’s Bestie

This is work I can get lost in. It's almost as enjoyable as standing in front of the stove and crafting a meal. I pull all the ingredients from the cabinets and check the expiration dates, tossing anything too close to the expiration date into a donation bin. Everything else, I put out, and start writing possible recipes in my notebook, forgetting my problems as I plan different meals.

“There you are,” Drake says behind me, startling me enough that I drop a jam jar on the ground. It shatters, and I rush for paper towels. Drake joins me and helps pick up the glass shards as I clean up the spilled jam. “I'm sorry if it seems like I've been avoiding you.”

“It doesn't seem like you're avoiding me; you are,” I say, shaking my head in disappointment and fighting back the sting of tears. “I needed you during that appointment, and you weren't there. You were so out of it. I don't know if I can go through this with someone who is going to run away.”

Drake looks over his shoulders at the open kitchen storage room door. I can still hear the din of others gathered in the conference rooms listening to a guest lecturer. He closes the door, and the noise outside fades.

“Look, I know what I did after the appointment was wrong. I've been thinking about it nonstop, and I feel like a jerk,” he says, approaching me and putting a hand on my shoulder. As much as I try to tell myself I need to, I don't back away. It's such a relief just to have him next to me. “I was afraid, and understandably so. You're afraid, too. I was going to let that dictate our future, and I’m a fool for that. Even though this terrifies me, I want this.”

“You say that now, but what about when the baby comes? You wanted to be a part of this, and now, I don't know how true that is,” I say, turning to rinse my hands in the sink.

“I'm all in, Olivia,” Drake says, standing behind me. “I can't get you out of my mind. I haven't been able to since the moment I laid eyes on you. I spent this entire weekend imagining what my life would be like without you, and I don't want to live like that. I want you. I want our baby.”

My heart beats faster in my chest, and I could cry from excitement. Hearing him say those words fills me with joy. I was getting excited about the baby with him. Hearing that he wants to be a part of this, to start a family with me, is all I've ever wanted from him.

“Move in with me. Let's do this for real,” Drake continues. “We can go through everything together. Every doctor's appointment and Lamaze class, and I'll even read every parenting book ever written if I have to. Let me prove to you I'm serious.”

I don't care that we're in the office: Everyone is bound to find out we are together anyway. I turn around to face him and reach to pull him in for a kiss. He holds me close, lowering his hands to my waist as he opens his mouth for my tongue to explore.

I can't help the moan that escapes my throat as his hands fall and grip my butt. I could get lost in this, but I am still aware that we're in the office and anybody could walk into the storage room to grab a fork or a Coke from the fridge. So, I reluctantly push him back.

“You have a thing about starting things and not finishing them,” Drake says, reminding me of our date at the observatory.

He moves closer, pressing against me. He holds my face in his hands, and I stare at him, feeling the fire burning in my chest. I bite my lip, knowing that I want him badly. It's been a few days since we’ve had sex, and that is far too long.

He leans down and kisses me again, letting his tongue glide over my lips to part them. His tongue slides in my mouth, and I taste it, letting my tongue swirl around his. My heart skips a beat, and my nerves are on edge knowing we're surrounded by people who probably shouldn't see us.

My hands search his body, slowly descending from his chest to the front of his trousers. I can feel the hard bulge behind them, and I pull away with a grin as I feel him growing in my hands.

“Oh, Mr. Vance,” I whisper as I unbutton his pants and massage him through his briefs. “Isn’t this inappropriate? What would management say?”

His mouth falls to my neck, and I toss my head back while my hands slowly grind against his cock. “I didn’t realize you were this naughty, Olivia,” he whispers in my ear when he feels my hand wrap around his shaft and start pumping slowly.

“We still have a lot to learn about each other,” I reply, pulling his cock from his pants and looking at it hungrily. His fingers nimbly unbutton my blouse, and before I know it, he’s lowering the cup of my bra and taking my nipple in his mouth. I moan and hold the back of his head as small jolts of ecstasy race through my veins.

His cock is rock hard in my hand now, and I know neither of us are walking out of this kitchen before that's taken care of.

“I could fuck you right here,” Drake says as I pull my shirt open more and eye him with my chest heaving. He lowers himself, kneeling before me with eager eyes. “Tell me you want me to fuck you, Olivia. I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you to fuck me right here, Drake,” I say, feeling the excitement swell between my legs as he pushes up my loose skirt. It falls on his head and obscures him from view as his mouth collides with my pussy. He's kissing my panties as his fingers slowly lower them on my thighs.

I moan when I feel his tongue exploring my slit. I lift the skirt to watch him, seeing how he smiles up at me with satisfaction as he brings me pleasure. He moans against me, and the vibrations increase the intensity as he slowly circles his tongue around my clit as if we have all the time in the world here in this very public room.

A part of me wants to push him away and go somewhere more private, but I can't turn down this pleasure. There's also a part of me that likes this. It's the same part of me that was turned on when we were outside of the observatory. The responsible part of my brain shuts down when he's around.

“Oh my God, Drake,” I groan much louder than I mean to. Drake pulls away from me and shakes his head, smirking before gently pressing his lips against me again.

“Are you trying to alert the entire office?”

“Sorry. I'll try to be quiet,” I whisper, running my fingers through his hair as he sucks my clit between his lips and sends electric pulses through my body. Another loud moan creeps out of my throat, and I wrap a hand over my mouth to stifle it.

Drake leans back from me, and I look down at him, silently pleading with him to continue. I need this right now. He stands with hunger in his eyes, his cock throbbing in front of me.

“This isn't going to work,” Drake says as he lowers his pants slightly and tugs my hips to turn me around. I face the cabinets and look over my shoulder as he presses on my back to bend me over. “I need to make sure you stay quiet.”

“I don't know if it's going to be any better with you right there,” I say, grinding my ass against him gently to tease him more.

He presses himself against me, slowly sliding inside my already wet pussy. My breath quickens, and I lean closer to the counter as he slides his full length inside me. I bite my lip hard to keep from moaning as I feel him stretching me out. He grabs my waist to hold me steady as he thrusts in and out of me, grunting quietly while I fight the urge to lose control.