Page 43 of Billionaire Hunt

He looked at me and took a step back. “You mean you want to conceive...naturally.”

“Yes, I would prefer that to some turkey baster up my nether regions.” I stared at him. “Why do you look so shocked? Is my request a problem?”

He shook his head as if to clear it. “No, of course not. I’m just surprised that’s all.”

“We’ve been having sex together for months...I’m not sure why the idea of having sex with me with a purpose in mind is so off putting.” I was feeling hurt by his hesitation and surprise.

“It’s not that,” he said, rubbing my arms. “You just caught me by surprise. I’ll gladly have sex with you to make a baby. A million times.”

I smiled. “I hope it doesn’t take that many times, to be honest, but if it does, I’m not too morally opposed.”

“That’s good to know.”

“Sooo...” I said stepping back out of his arms, “when should we get started?”

“As soon as possible,” he said.

“I need to catch up with a new client, but I’m free tomorrow night. You want to try then?”

“Yeah, sure. Definitely. Tomorrow. My place or yours?”

“How about yours?”

“Okay, sounds like a plan. I have to be honest. I am a little worried.”

I smiled wantonly. “You? Nervous about sex? Who are you and what have you done with Erik?”

“Okay. Okay. You have a point. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He took my hands in his and looked deeply into my eyes. “Thank you. Thank you for this.”

I stared into his eyes, wondering if I was making the biggest mistake of my life. But it didn’t matter now. I intended to keep my word. I was going through with it.

* * *

I was nervous the next day as I waited for Erik outside of his condo in the city. But part of me was also excited. I was so conflicted and I thought to myself, all of my emotions relating to Erik were conflicting and complicated. Apparently, I liked complicated. A lot.

I hadn’t told Emmaline or Lacey that I had agreed to be Erik’s surrogate. I didn’t know how long it would take me to get pregnant, but I decided I would just tell them once that happened. I didn’t want to cause them concern, especially Emmaline who knew how I really felt about Erik.

Finally, I was ready. I raised my fist to knock on the door and realized that my hands were shaking. I knocked quickly and then saw there was a doorbell and impulsively hit that too.

My level of nervousness was up there with a virgin on her wedding night. Yikes. What was taking Erik so long? I thought crossly. I raised my hand to knock again when he finally opened the door. Erik stood there looking handsome and just as unsure as I did.

“Come on in,” he said softly. “Do you want a drink?”

“Sure, I’ll take one.”

He poured a glass of wine each for me and himself.

“What should we toast to?”

“Friendship,” he offered. For some reason, I was disappointed. Friendship and a baby, apparently that’s all he wanted from me. Maybe he thought that was the best I could offer.

We took a few sips of wine and then we slowly made our way to his bedroom. The lights were low and I sat down on the bed.

He came and sat down next to me. Slowly he reached for my hand. He brought it up to his mouth and kissed my palm.

Shivers of pleasure in anticipation of more to come overtook me, but something felt different. And I knew exactly what. This night wasn’t business as usual. We weren’t about to have sex...we were about to make love.

I let him lower me to the bed and to my surprise he didn’t try to unbutton my clothes. He just placed kisses across my face, until he came to my lips. He teased my lips, giving me soft fleeting kisses until I held his head in place and took what I wanted. I also took one of his hands and brought it up to my breast. Through the fabric of my shirt, he began to rub my nipples, alternating from one breast to the other. I was growing wet and wanted him inside me desperately.