“You look beautiful.” Vane’s deep voice sent a shiver down my spine, and I turned to smile at him but paused. He stood in front of me with a small box in his hand, open for me to see two silver bands. He almost looked nervous, glancing down from the rings to me as if trying to gauge my reaction to them.
“Are they…?”
“Our engagement rings? Yes.” He shifted closer and wriggled them out of the box. They looked tiny clutched in his fingers and my heart sped up. Trying to remind myself that it was a show for the public became a little harder each day since the mayor announced we were engaged. The entire ploy should have been ridiculous, but the thought of being engaged to him also excited me in ways it shouldn’t.
I held up my left hand, and his mouth curled in a smirk as he slid the slightly smaller ring onto my wedding finger. My gut clamped down and my cock, still pumped and ready for action, actually grew harder.
“My little baker,” he murmured, raising my hand to kiss the silver band he’d slid onto my finger. “I got you pregnant and now I’m going to make an honest man out of you.”
“Yes,” I whispered, need swelling inside of me. My skin flushed all over as I took his ring from him and slid it onto his thicker finger until it sat comfortably at the base. “We’re engaged.”
“For as long as you want,” he murmured, and I glanced up at him. I didn’t know what to say. If people knew the whole story, they’d say we didn’t know each other well enough to be engaged, it was all a political tactic, yet I didn’t care about any of that. A few months ago, I was a guy who fucked his way up and who’d never had a relationship in his life. Now I enjoyed a pregnancy fetish kink and was currently engaged to the deputy mayor. Fuck it that it didn’t make sense. Life never made sense.
“I want,” I said simply with a shrug of my shoulders.
He smiled, and I grabbed the back of his neck, dragging him into a rough kiss until my lips tingled and my cock was pushing against the confines of my underwear and jeans.
Shoving him back gently, I said, “You know, we’re going to have to talk about you lending money to my parents, right?Iwill pay you back, not them.”
He snorted and cupped my face, dotting kisses across my cheeks and nose. “Little baker, you already have paid me back.”
“With sex?” I grinned at him.
“No, with yourself. No amount of money is worth you.” His gaze slid down my body and I felt a prickle everywhere he looked, until he stopped at the belly. “You’re so round with my baby. So gorgeous.”
I hummed and touched the stomach, rubbing it as though it was real and there was a baby growing inside me. “Daddy, take care of us?”
His pupils dilated and he fell to his knees in front of me, his hands splaying across the expanse of the silicone. He kissed the spot near my fake belly button and murmured something I couldn’t hear. When he stared back up at me, he looked ready to devour me again. “Always. Daddy’s going to treat you and his baby really well.”
“Then, Daddy… take me to bed. Fuck me until I can’t forget the shape of your dick all day at work tomorrow while I work with the mayor.” I spread my legs and chewed on my lip.
He rose again and cuddled me close, so the belly was squashed between us. Cupping my cheek, he smirked. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll get pregnant twice.”
“Good. That’s what I want, Daddy. Fill your little baker up, so I’m baking another bun in the oven.” I slid my hand over his chest, tweaked his nipple through his shirt, and he hissed.
“You’re going to kill me.”
I laughed.
18
Vane
“What are we doing tonight?” Jaxson asked, leaning in to steal a kiss during the few seconds between the elevator doors closing and the next floor. His lips were soft and warm, and for the past few weeks I’d been doing this every single morning—strolling into the building with him on my arm.
Carefully I ran my fingers through his soft, dark curls. Each morning without fail, he gave me what I’d started thinking of as my good-luck kiss. Much as my pride might twinge sometimes, I couldn’t pretend to myself that I wasn’t stuck completely on Jaxson Bell. This right here was the difference between a good day and any old day. From the way he always seemed to know what type of mood I was in, to how well he was working out in Ross’s office, he did nothing but surprise me in pleasant ways.
It was almost like we were good together.
Because weweregood together.
“The Courtesan?” I asked as he pulled away just enough for his breath to gust against my lips and give me a nice shiver. “I thought you might like to have a night away from home.”
“I’m fine withhome,” he murmured and smirked. “I don’t need you to take me anywhere to be turned on and ready for you, Daddy.” His voice had slid into a silky purr that made me wish he still worked in my office, and the gleam in his eyes let me know his thoughts were straying the same direction.
“Maybe we’ll just go home and order in, then. Make our own fun.”
“I’d like that.” He pouted his lips at me, begging for a kiss, something he’d only in the last few days gotten comfortable enough to do, and I sucked another one onto his lips, stopping to nibble on the bottom one.
