Delivering His Package: A Secret Baby Romance by Jamie Knight (top novels to read txt) 📕

“Little-known fact. I make six figures as a UPS driver after bonuses and overtime. We’re Teamsters.”

“Wow. Not bad. I don’t think any librarians are making that much.” I smiled, thinking of my own salary, not even halfway to six figures.

“Yeah, but being a librarian is a lot more fun than driving a truck around. And librarian. That sounds so hot. Like a fantasy.” Aiden grinned mischievously as he pulled into a parking spot marked A. Green.

“A hot UPS driver isn’t a fantasy?” I reached over to his solid torso with my unburned right hand and gently squeezed his arms and pecs.

“We’ll see whether the fantasy lasts when you see how messy my condo is.” He pointed upward with his finger. “I wasn’t expecting anyone coming over today. I wasn’t expecting anyone coming over ever, actually. And now I have two dear, beloved guests coming over.” He patted my pregnant belly.

“Maybe my librarian instincts will swing into action, and I’ll start organizing and tidying up your place while you’re at work.”

Aiden shook his head with a smile. “First, I like the way my place is. Second, you shouldn’t stress yourself while you’re pregnant. Third, I’m not leaving you alone for a few days after the fire. I’ve already taken tomorrow off from work.”

“For me?”

It was a rhetorical question. Yes, of course, it was for me. I just wasn’t used to it.

Aiden unbuckled both our seat belts, then got out and went to my door to help me out of the car. He held my arm as we walked to the elevator up to Aiden’s condo.

Aiden swung the apartment door open. The apartment wasn’t messy at all. It wasn’t at all the cave of used pizza boxes and underwear that I would’ve expected of a single UPS driver’s bachelor pad. But then, Aiden wasn’t an average man. He was Aiden Green. Aiden Green, Ph.D.

My eyes had first gone to the lack of a mess. Then to the view. Aiden could see out onto the library from his living room window. Then to the books on the shelves. Aiden’s apartment’s walls were lined with books; hardcovers, paperbacks, photo books, everything. He definitely had more books than me. And he was a UPS driver, not a librarian.

He hadn’t taken his arm out from supporting my arm, even inside his apartment. Aiden led me to the bedroom. “Just lie down on this bed. Rest. And tell me what you need.”

I lay back and smiled. I’d never felt this secure and this comfortable in my life. Pregnancy was supposed to make me miserable and uncomfortable. And it did. A fire in my workplace was supposed to make me feel endangered and in fear for my life. And it did. But then Aiden fixed everything. In Aiden’s bed, Aiden sitting next to me, Aiden offering all his support, I felt safe. I felt terrific, perfect.

I looked at him and nodded. “I only need you.” It sounded cheesy, but it was true. “And the baby. You and the baby.” That made it entirely accurate.

His apartment was filled with books. It was all the bookishness and intellectual stimulation I could ever want — not to mention Aiden himself. Aiden had a literature Ph.D. He could give him more intellectual stimulation than a building full of books.

Aiden grinned at me. Quivering and slightly unsure, it was a naughty, mischievous grin. I lay back on the bed, and he moved in to kiss me. He kissed my pregnant stomach through my shirt, circumnavigating the pregnant belly, planting loving kisses everywhere. Then he kissed up to my tender breasts and up to my neck. I only moaned in acceptance.

I hadn’t had any kisses since that last time with Aiden in the library. I’d thought that would be the last time indeed, the last time I’d experience romantic affection for a long time. I’d prepared myself to be a mother, a sexless mother who’d be carrying a pregnancy, giving birth, raising a baby.

It was sex that had gotten me to motherhood. I’d prepared myself to atone for that somehow, at least for a while, at least until the baby was born and I could date again.

Aiden’s hand moved to my sweatpants, my crotch. He stroked and tickled through the fabric of the sweatpants. I was wet instantly. A lack of any romantic contact for months could do that.

He pulled down my sweatpants, revealing my pussy. Maybe it looked smaller in comparison to my very pregnant belly. Aiden smiled his Aiden-like smile when he saw it. He kissed my lower lips and inner thighs, then my lower stomach. I had to look to the side around my pregnant belly to see what my lover was up to. I felt Aiden take one of his fingers, lick it, then slowly insert it into my waiting pussy.

Hot breath enveloped my clit. Aiden’s breathing on me felt incredible, and I shivered with anticipation. I was definitely aroused enough to be dripping from my aching pussy. Meanwhile, the rest of my sex felt hot as Aiden breathed on the length of my slit.

Aiden’s sharp, wet tongue drew a line up from my ass, up along the valleys of my folds. His venture up culminated in his rough tongue twirling on my clit. Then his entire tongue pushed into my pussy opening. My folds pressed against Aiden’s cheeks. His tongue was warm and loving and hard.

He moaned as his tongue fucked me. The vibrations soared through my eager, sex-starved body. It was the first sexual experience I had in months, other than awkward masturbation during pregnancy — made pretty much impossible now by my growing baby belly.

“Mmm.” Aiden vocalized just how much he was enjoying my juices. Even if I couldn’t see his face, I could hear his moans of pleasure.

Then Aiden slid his tongue out of my pussy. He sucked my lower lips into his mouth. He seemed hungry, taking both sides at once. Then he slowly spit out one and