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“I’m not exactly presenting my best foot.” I crossed my arms over my chest, hoping to hide my bra. “I don’t think anyone would give me a job looking like I had a battle with a coffee monster and lost.” His mouth, inordinately plush for a man with such razor-sharp features, silently formed the words, “Coffee monster.”
“It’s you and me, love. Us against the world.” We’d make it. There was no other choice.
“What kind of background check did you do? Did you look at my dental records?” “Yes. You’re due for a cleaning,” he deadpanned. Oh, my middle finger twitched.
“She’s been hearing my voice all this time,” he murmured. “Yep. I’d say she’s formed an opinion of you.” My fingers twitched again, this time with the need to run them through his thick, dark hair and ruffle it up a little.
Catherine, Something useful to go along with the luxury. The spa card doesn’t expire. Use it when you have the time, even if it’s three years from now. Congratulations on your impending arrival. I should have said that sooner. -Elliot
But that little red envelope glared at me from my desktop, telling me there was more to my boss than what was on his slick surface. Glaring back at it, I whispered, “Go fuck yourself. You’re just a card. What do you know? You don’t even have a brain.”
P.S. You are the human equivalent of spilling a bag of freshly pumped milk.
I would like you to come back as soon as possible. I don’t think Daniel’s going to make it much longer. He’s currently vibrating at his desk, and from what I understand, the human body cannot sustain constant vibration. He will eventually crumble. Do you want that on your conscience? Think about it. Yours, Elliot
“That twat. I hope he contracts syphilis and his dick falls off.” “There’s modern medicine to prevent that kind of thing now.” She shrugged. “This is my dream, and we don’t have any medicine that will work on twats.”
My little prim and pressed Catherine Warner was an undercover firecracker. I’d always known it, but seeing the undeniable proof was wholly gratifying.
Babies weren’t my thing. I’d never paid attention to them before now. But this one struck me as exceptionally pretty and sweet.
I took a long look at them, Catherine and Josephine peacefully sleeping together. Anyone with half a heart would have been affected by this scene. Some might have said I didn’t possess a quarter of one, but I felt it then, thudding against its cage.
“You’re good at holding babies. Have you been around many?” “This is my first one.” He dragged his fingertip along her cheek. “I did some reading on the subject.”
Postscripts out the wazoo for this man.
“Can I hug you?” I asked. “If you feel like you have to.” He opened his arms wide. “Make it quick.”
“You have a village, Catherine. You just weren’t willing to open the door and see it until I forced my way in.”
“Hug,” he softly demanded. “Okay.” I circled my arms around him, my stress from the last twenty-four hours slipping as his heart thumped under my cheek. And then, there was a light pressure on the top of my head that disappeared as quickly as it had come. I must have been mistaken, but I swore it felt like Elliot had kissed my head.
“I’m not going to fuck you. I want you to lie down and let me make you come as many times as it takes to switch off your whirling dervish mind. Can you do that for me, sweetheart? Can you be a good girl for me and let me lick you?”
“Good morning, little girl. How did you sleep?” Velcro ripped as he opened her swaddle. “Big stretch, Josephine. That means it’s going to be an incredible day.”
“I’ve got so much cum for you, sweetheart. Gonna fuck you again and again until you give me another baby.”
Around you, he’s a—” She nudged Raymond’s knee. “What’s the word the kids say?” Ray took a delicate sip of his wine then puckered his lips. “Simp,” he pronounced. “Right.” Davida nodded. “Elliot Levy is a simp for you.
