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Alright fine, maybe Iwasan asshole. Even so—
Knock. Knock.
Two gentle raps on my open door forced me to look up. And there she was, standing in the doorway: the beautiful woman who would bear our child. She was the one crazy variable in my rigid little world right now, and the only one I couldn’t nail down to a proper schedule.
“Saw your office light was still on,” Jordyn said quietly. “I figured I’d stop in and say hi.”
She wore a long T-shirt that belonged to either Aiden or Connor. Beneath that though, the smooth skin of her womanly thighs was deliciously bare.
“Hi,” I murmured back.
I turned off my bank of monitors with a flick of my outstretched hand. I did it mechanically, but it might’ve looked like I was trying to hide something.
“You watching porn?” she giggled.
“No.”
“It’s okay if you are,” she shrugged. “I’d even watch it with you.”
“I wish I had the time for stuff like that again,” I sighed truthfully. “I really do. Sadly, I’m stuck with the most boring number-crunching in the world.”
I rose from the chair, and my knees popped loudly. Jordyn winced for me as I made my way over to the cabinet where I kept the alcohol.
“Drink?”
“No thanks,” she said, watching me as I poured a tall glass of scotch.
I sank back down, this time into the soft world of my brown suede sofa. I took a long pull from my drink, then let out a satisfied sigh as I rested my arms on the back of the couch.
“Want a blowjob?” Jordyn asked nonchalantly.
The statement came so easily, so casually, I had to hide my shock and surprise. Jordyn on the other hand, had a semi-mischievous look on her face.
“What?” she chuckled. “You looked stressed. Like you need to relax.”
“That’s probably not such a good idea,” I told her.
“And why’s that?”
“Because a blowjob isn’t going to get you pregnant.”
She paused for a moment, then took a full step into my office. Reaching back with one hand, she silently closed the door behind her.
“Well I won’t tell if you won’t.”
I gazed up at her, my eyes crawling slowly over her lithe, feminine body. There was a knot in my lower stomach now, just beneath the warmth caused by the whiskey. A good knot.
“Look at the whole thing as if I’m giving you a massage,” she said gently. “Only instead of your shoulders, I’ll be massaging your dick.” She chuckled musically. “And instead of using my hands…”
Her voice went lower, more sultry, as her mouth screwed into a cute little pout.
“… I’ll be using my mouth.”
She dropped to her knees in front of me, placing one warm palm on each of my thighs. By the time she was working my zipper and pulling on my slacks, my resolve was all but gone.
“Jor—”
I’d opened my mouth, but she was ready for that. Before I could say anything, there was a finger already pressed against my lips.
