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It’s just past noon when I hear a knock on my office door, and when I call out for whoever it is to enter, I’m pleasantly surprised to see that it’s Riley.
She looks like she’s been crying, and as she steps inside, she offers me a submissive little smile that makes my cock hard and ready for her.
“What do you want, Riley?” I shut my laptop and try not to be distracted by how beautiful she looks.
“I wanted to say I’m sorry.” She steps closer, stopping when she gets to the edge of my desk like she’s nervous to come too close.
“Are you sick?” I ask, and when she shrugs her shoulders, it infuriates me.
“Do you want to see a doctor?”
Her head shakes back at me.
“So what’s the matter with you? Talk to me.” I slouch back in my chair and look up at her, expecting an explanation.
“Rafe, I just don’t feel like I can stomach anything right now, and I have this weird taste in my mouth that won’t go away.” She fiddles with the last button on her shirt nervously.
I know what the early signs of pregnancy are, and Riley is showing them. But she can’t be, not so soon after her period.
“Come here.” I shift my laptop and clear a space for her to sit in front of me, and she offers me that cutesy little smile again before she rests her ass on my desk. “I did wonder if I might be… you know?” she whispers, like her being pregnant with my child would be a sin. “But I can’t be, not yet.”
“Why haven’t you spoken to me about this?” I question, my hand sliding up between her thighs to spread them apart.
“I didn’t want you to get excited over nothing,” she tells me with her teeth gripping at her bottom lip.
She exhales sharply when I rip the shirt she’s wearing apart, and the buttons scatter all over my desk, but she automatically leans back and settles against the oak surface. Her tight little body is exposed and willing for me to take it, and when I slide my hands over her ribs and push them under the cups of her bra, squeezing her round tits in my hands makes her hips lift off my desk.
“Do these hurt?” I ask. She shakes her head at me. “They don’t hurt, but when you touch them…” Her eyes squeeze shut when I lean my head forward and roll my tongue over her skin, tasting her from her tummy button all the way to her chest.
“When I touch them…?” I urge her to continue.
“When you touch them, I feel like your hands are everywhere else,” she whispers shamefully. I can’t help smiling to myself at the thought of that.
“Do you feel me here?” I pull one hand away from her to press it between her legs, and I’m a little surprised at how wet she is through her panties.
“Yes,” she nods, licking her lips. Her eyes are still shut tight, allowing me to watch all of her reactions without her being embarrassed. My cock is even harder for her now that I have a strong suspicion of what’s happening inside her perfect little body.
“Please, Rafe,” she begs, her hands reaching between my legs to try to free me from my pants.
“Na-ah.” When I shake my head, her eyes fly open in shock and frustration.
“Not until you do something for me.” I grin at her, sliding open the top drawer of my desk and pulling out the box that I’ve had in there since the night I came back from Chicago.
“You’re not helping.” I look across the bathroom to where Rafe has his ass resting on the sink unit, his arms are folded, and he’s staring at me way too intensely.
“Can’t you wait outside or something?” Sitting on a toilet with one hand between my legs, clutching at a white stick while trying to pee, isn’t easy with him watching.
He shakes his head back at me sternly, rubbing his finger across his lip the way he always does when he’s thinking about something. “Seriously, Rafe. I can't go with you watching me like that.”
“I think you're scared.” He starts walking toward me.
Oh shit.
“Scared?” I try acting brave by staring back at him like I have no idea what he’s talking about, and when he crouches down in front of me so we’re at eye level, I know he isn’t buying it.
“Yes, scared.” His palms rest on my thighs to stop them from trembling. “But you have nothing to be scared of.” He keeps his voice calm and soothing.
“I’m not scared, Rafe.” I try my best to sound convincing, but inside I feel like I’m falling apart.
