Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Yes, I’m okay with it,” she whispers. “It’s not my fertile time of the month, and you’ve been pulling out so that it doesn’t get in. Plus, we’ve been having anal sex too,” she adds, her cheeks blushing as her voice becomes almost inaudible. “I won’t get pregnant from that.”
I nod, my cock already hardening in my jeans.
“That’s true,” I intone in a low voice. “But you’re young, baby. Only eighteen. You’re at a fertile age, and anything can happen when it comes to a lush young girl like you. Besides, I’m a very virile man, and you’ve been getting load after load from me. You’re basically getting fucked around the clock, baby, so we’re playing with fire.”
Emily blushes fire engine red at my filthy description, but I can see how her breasts quiver as her cheeks heat.
“I know, Christian,” she says in a low voice. “But a woman is pretty much only fertile three days per month, and those three days haven’t come yet. I know my body well, and I’ve been counting the days, so we should be okay.”
I squeeze her hand, adoring this woman even as my blue gaze intensifies.
“We’ll get you some protection as soon as the roads open again,” I promise in a throaty voice. “And thank you, baby, for trusting me, and for being so meticulous about your body. I adore you, Emily, and this has been the best vacation ever.”
“Has it?” she asks with a playful smile. “But how can it be a vacation when you’re working?”
I growl
“I work because there’s a lot on my plate, and a CEO never gets away from the demands of his job. But you’ve made it ten times more pleasurable, and I want to thank you for that.” Then I pause. “But what about you, sweetheart? We always talk about me, but never about you. Tell me about your job,” I invite. “Or school. Or whatever it is that keeps you busy each day.”
Emily blushes and looks down, biting her lip.
“Well, you know I live in Vegas with my mom,” she murmurs. “I graduated from high school last year, and my dream is to be a vet tech. So I’m taking classes at Palms Community College, and hopefully I’ll land a job with a clinic after I graduate.”
I nod.
“You’re nurturing and gentle, Emily. You’d be amazing at taking care of animals.” Of course, I don’t add that I can see the curvy girl as an amazing mommy too. She’d be good with kids, soft and yet not too soft, making a baby laugh while entertaining a chubby toddler. A vision fills my head then, and my cock twitches: Emily, her belly swollen with a child, stirring something in a pot before the stove. Her blonde hair is pulled up in a messy ponytail, and I come to stand behind her, pressing a kiss to her neck as my hands slip around her expanding waist. It’s my baby making her grow, and it’s my seed that’s blossomed in her belly. Mine, the voice in my head chants. My family.
What the fuck? A pang hits my gut because I’ve always wanted to be a father. It’s something that I figured would happen, but now in my forties, I wonder if the opportunity has passed me by. Sure, I’m still biologically capable of getting it done, but will I ever meet the right woman? Is Emily the right woman?
My heart surges with possession and longing as I take in the curvy girl, the new idea wreaking havoc on my equanimity. What the fuck. She’s my ex-wife’s daughter, and we’re supposed to be mortal enemies. Yet I’m dreaming of breeding the young woman, and knocking her up with baby after baby after baby.
I push the image away, but I know I’ll come back to it because it’s an arresting one. Imagine that. Emily, swollen and smiling sweetly with my child inside. Hell, I’d be Christian Degas, a new dad at forty-five! Goddamn, but it feels right.
But I can’t spring this on the curvy girl right now. All this is new to me, and I need time to process the emotions. Still, it’s astonishing how the mighty have fallen. I’ve gone from playboy billionaire fucking a different woman every week to a wannabe daddy and doting partner in a matter of days. Fuck fuck fuck.
I swallow, and merely smile at Emily again, giving no inkling as to my thoughts.
“Is there anything I can do for your career?” I ask in a low voice. “I know a lot of people in Vegas, and I’d be happy to pull some strings if you like.”
She giggles while blushing.
“No, no, it’s fine. I’m just taking classes, and there’s no reason to think I won’t get my certificate. It’s a two year associate’s degree, and I plan on graduating with honors. Except,” she pauses, frowning, “my mom isn’t the biggest fan of my career aspirations. You know that Pamela wants me to be a showgirl like her, right?”