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“Oh, I’m going to fill you up all right. Your body will take my seed then I’ll feed it more,” I say, pistoning my hips. “If you're not pregnant by the end of the night don’t worry… it won’t be long until you are.”
I slam my lips on hers, pouring every bit of love I hold for her into it as I pour cum into her pulsing sex.
Empty and exhausted, I muster up what little energy I have and push the quilting supplies off the bed and fall beside her.
Once I can breathe without sounding like I’ve just run a marathon, I gather Velma in my arms and place a light kiss on her sweat-dotted forehead.
“You okay, baby?” I ask.
“Yes,” she pants. “Did you mean what you said?”
I know what she’s asking. Did I mean the whole baby thing?
“I’d like to have a baby with my wife and that’s you… so yeah.”
Velma rolls her eyes but I spot the tiny smile she tries to hide. It may not happen as soon as I’d like but mark my words, Velma Freeman will become Velma Jacobs.
CHAPTER6
VELMA
“Velma.Your doctor says there is an emergency at his cabin. One only you can fix,” Georgie announces a little too loud for my liking. Especially since I’m standing right next to her. Several of the guests gathered by the fireplace tilt their heads in our direction, intrigued by her words.
I bet there’s an emergency. His cock is probably hard and is looking for a hole to fill during his lunch break. And since when did CJ become “mine”?
Since you slept with him.God, my life is such a trainwreck. What self-respecting person does the walk of shame out of their own job? I’m lucky no one was up when I snuck out of CJ’s cabin in the early hours of the morning. I’m not positive but I doubt that sleeping with the clientele is in the Customer Relations Manager description. It feels like the sort of thing the owner of Coldwater Cabin Resorts would frown upon.
To make matters worse, I don’t even have a good reason for falling into bed with him like I did or one for letting him come inside me. The best I could come up with while I was berating for my reckless behavior was drunkenness. I was drunk off of the way he made me feel. Like I was a precious gift to be cherished, cared for, and loved. I haven’t felt that way since… well since ever. Must have been some kinda playboy charm spell.
“Did you hear me, Velma? CJ says he needs you… now.”
“Of course, I heard you. The whole damn lobby heard your loud mouth.” A grasp sounds from the fireplace. Perfect. As if my slutty behavior isn’t enough, I can now add cursing in front of the guest to my growing list of infractions. From a stellar employee to on my way out the door in less than four days. That has to be a world record.
Georgie smirks at me, delighting in my downfall. Remembering my job, I put on my best fake smile and apologize to the room focusing mainly on the scandalized woman. After soothing all ruffled feathers, I head out to see what the big emergency is. Minutes later, I’m at CJ’s door, ready to give him a piece of my mind. As if he had been waiting on me, the door swings on and a shirtless bossy vet appears.
“Why are you naked? What are you doing in there?” Jealousy is a bitch and it’s scrambling my brain. There are any number of reasons why CJ would be shirtless in the middle of the day but I jump to the worst one possible. “Is your so-called emergency? That you need a third for your filthy orgy?”
This time I’m not dragged into the cabin. I march inside with CJ following. Pissed and crazy as hell, I scan the living room for signs of another woman. All I find is his ridiculous quilting supplies and a take-bag from The Last Stop on the coffee table.
As I come to a stop beside the table, CJ smoothly slides in front of me. I force myself to avert my eyes because if I stare at his hard chest for much longer, I might embarrass myself.
“An orgy takes more than three. I think a filthythreesomeis what you meant to.” I really don’t need the patronizing smile he’s giving me. I’m already kicking myself for flying off the handle like I did. I may have just met him but I know in my heart CJ would have never invited me over if had someone here. My insecurities are rearing their ugly head and I hate it. I agreed to a fling and I should at least trust that he’ll honor that.
“I wouldn’t know. I don’t sleep around,” I shrug with an air of haughtiness. I might be in the wrong here but that won’t stop me from throwing some sass CJ’s way. I don’t like being summoned.
“I don’t either. At least not anymore,” he smiles. This one is different. It’s sweeter and holds a meaning I’m not ready to face. “A horse took a liking to my shirt, so I had to toss it. I was in the middle of changing when you showed up. Do you have another vest with you?”
The sudden change of topic throws me for a loop. Why does he want to know if I have another vest? “I do. Why?”
CJ doesn’t answer. Instead, he steps closer and then bends down. I feel a sharp tug and that’s when I notice the scissors in his hand. He moves so quickly my brain didn’t have time to process what was about to happen until it was already too late.
In disbelief, I lift one side of my vest and peer through the space where fabric used to be. “Did you just cut my vest?! My work vest? The one that’s part of myuniform?” Nothing this man does makes any sense.
“I told you I was collecting pieces of our life together, silly.” He taps my nose. “This is the vest you were wearing when we first met. Well, maybe not the exact one, but close enough.” How can stay mad at him when he’s so adorable? And sexy. But seriously. Who does crazy shit like this? Does he pull out this memento trick with all the women he sleeps with? Something tells that he doesn’t— and that’s a scary thought.
“Now sit,” CJ orders, gesturing to the couch. “I only have an hour for lunch and the food is getting cold.”
There is no way in hell I’m eating with this man. No matter how good the food smells or how hungry I am. Our relationship is purely sexual. Eating together will feel too much like a date. When whatever this is, is over I have to leave with my heart intact, and getting to know him will make that harder. Despite being berating myself for sleeping with him it’s more aboutwhereI did it than the fact that I did it. Truth is, if I let myself, I could care about the man standing in front of me.
