"Mack," she whines. “Yesss…” Her entire body tenses, twitching through a rolling, surging climax. Her glossy hair spills across her shoulders as her head falls forward, then jerks back, as I try to hold her in place.
I moan with her, our tongues dancing together as we kiss roughly, sloppily, my climax chasing hers. In seconds I'm cradling her body while thrusting hard, the pressure releasing as my seed fires deep into her still-twitching pussy. We shake and groan, lost in the moment.
"I love you so much," I murmur, holding her to me.
She looks up at me, her eyes glazed. "I love you, too." She grins. "Daddy-to-be."
Layne is my everything. The back of my mind is already spinning on what to get her for a pregnancy present. How we're going to decorate the nursery.
But right now, clear communication is everything.
I kiss lightly along her forehead, then her lips. "I'm so happy I could explode, baby."
"I think you just did," she laughs.
Every part of my life changed when this beautiful woman sent an awkward voice to text.
Everything changed again when I met her in person and breathed in her sweet scent.
Now my entire life will change a third time, with this amazing woman by my side.
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Lea
The rain was hittingme from all angles. My carefully styled hair was ruined. I was afraid to even check when the next bus was due, for fear of ruining my phone as yet another sheet of icy rain fired down.
A large fancy town car drove by the bus stop, then hit the brakes. “Get in before you catch pneumonia.”
I wasn’t the sort of girl to jump into cars with strange men, but at this point, I couldn’t stand one more second of cold water running down my face.
I dove into the backseat, wiped the water from my eyes and focused on—an incredibly handsome man. He was immaculately polished in a dark suit, perfectly styled hair, and an easy smile that highlighted gorgeous bone structure.
“You poor thing,” he said, those deep brown eyes emanating true concern. He turned to the driver. “Stewart, blast the heat.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Where can we take you?” he asked.
Looking down at my dripping skirt and shriveled fingers, I tried to hold back tears. “I have a job interview in half an hour, but…I might as well just go home. My apartment is on Salmon Avenue, thank you.”
“What if we could get you fixed up and interview-ready in twenty minutes?” he asked. “Stewart, get us to the station as fast as you can.”
“Certainly, sir.”
“What’s your name and where is the interview?”
“Lea. And it’s at Brody’s Books.”
“Good. I’m Trent. We’ll get you there.”
His fingers flew over his phone as he sent some texts. The car lurched as Stewart pulled into a gigantic parking lot behind some strange warehouse buildings. The door of the building opened, and two blonde ladies waved me out of the car.
In a flash I was dragged down the hall to a small room where one woman practically ripped off my dress, replacing it with a nearly identical one that was lighter blue, and more importantly, bone dry.
