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We both hung up on each other.
I dropped the phone and yanked down my thong to stroke myself. Paul’s words echoed in my head.You’ll give me my sweet cunt because it’s mine. I could see his head down between my thighs, pressing his hot tongue over my clit as his eyes, full of hunger, bore into mine.
I rubbed between my slick folds faster.Damn it, too fast.I could feel the climax, and I stilled my hand to slow it down. Coming too quickly would make the image of Paul pleasuring me fade. It would give over to my nagging conscience, reminding me that nothing had been agreed upon, and to be honest, I wasn’t sure I wanted to return to him especially after hearing him so casually say he was still on the market looking for someone. He admitted he was considering a surrogate. He wanted a child, and that also complicated things.What am I going to do? But Paul asked what he can do to keep me, which means he’s willing to make some changes. Maybe?
I touched myself again and brought his handsome face back to my mind.
Paul’s heated gaze slides down my body, he pulls me closer to him. Like he can’t make it through another second without touching me.
His warm, soft pants caress my legs as he pauses to wait for me to watch before moving his head between my thighs.
Mmm. Please kiss me, Paul.I plead with my eyes.
He nuzzles his stubble on my thigh, then slides his tongue and fingers inside me. Oh, so right.He knows my body well. He makes me come so hard.
My fingers pushed inside my slickness faster, and I could feel the climax getting close, and this time I couldn’t stop it. I sucked in air as it peaked, with a small burst of pleasure, and then went still.
I sighed and moved my hand.
It was over so fast, too fast. It wasn’t enough.
I need more. I need Paul.
His touch.
His hands.
His mouth.
His cock inside of me.
That was the truth that I hadn’t wanted to admit all along. My trip home only showed me there wasn’t an easy return to the woman I was before because I didn’t want to be her. I loved the way Paul took care of me, the way he fucked me.
I want him to keep me.
“Wakey, wakey, lemon shakey.”
I open my eyes to find Mom rattling a pregnancy test box in her hand.
Holy crap.
“Mom, come on,” I groaned and put a pillow over my head, which she tugged away.
“You’ve put it off long enough. You’re leaving today, and I need to know before you go. Have mercy on your old mom, would ya?”
Mom hasn’t brought up my potential pregnancy since I got back home, but now, I had to return to NYC. There was too much going on, and a baby would only complicate things further.Besides,I’m not pregnant.
“Now, Nadia, or we won’t have time for you to see Dad,” Mom said, cutting into my thoughts.
“I’m not pregnant, Mom. I took my birth control pills.”
“You’ll take the test now, and when you return, you’ll make an appointment with your gynecologist for an exam to make sure.” She followed me into the bathroom, where I took the test, then went straight into the shower.
Washing over myself, I ran my hand over my stomach, imagining what it would be like if I were pregnant. Would Paul try for custody?
He’d likely demand it.
He’ll also hate me because he never wanted a baby with me.
