CEO'S Secret Baby: A Standalone Surprise Pregnancy Romance by Iona Rose (books for 5 year olds to read themselves .TXT) 📕

I shook my head. “We’re fine… we don’t.”

He loosened the front of his slacks and soon enough, I felt the special part of him that I had missed so terribly. I was amused as I felt it poking around my sex, impatient for its acceptance into my body. I tried my best to keep my voice down but the squeal stuck in my throat demanded a release and I allowed it.

Carter slipped my thong aside, and without ceremony, he shoved his thick cock into me.

Once again, it felt like I had come home. Like we had both come home to who we were to each other... a safe place... a breathtakingly beautiful place... a fiercely passionate and engulfing place. I never, ever, wanted to be apart from him, and this scared me beyond what words could express.

He moved inside of me, and it felt like someone was wringing my soul of pleasure, so delicious that you understood immediately that you were going to lose yourself somewhere along the way.

I was ready, or at least I hoped I was. As he slammed into me over and over again, I felt and welcomed his complete and incontestable possession of my body.

“I missed you Leah...” He kissed me, his voice sounding almost frail under the weight of his longing.

I understood him wholeheartedly and crushed my body even further into his. I drove my hips with a feverish urgency to meet his thrusts, the risk of being found by one of the restaurant staff or guests now inconsequential as we chased our release with each other.

I searched for his mouth, frantic and desperate when I began to feel my mind unraveling. We were heading closer and closer to our peak, and I could feel it in the strain of his thrusts and the labor of his grunts.

I grabbed his ass and loved the clench of the taut muscles, as it brought me closer and closer onto the edge.

“Fuck… Leah..." he cursed.

I held on for dear life... until I came apart.

He exploded just as I did, his cum shooting into me in thick heavy spurts. I felt him all the way up to my womb, and I thought I would pass out. Sweet was no longer a word adequate enough to describe this moment of coalition between us. At this crux of our joining, I truly understood that we became one, in spirit, body, and soul, and there was absolutely nothing else that could compare. I sobbed quietly into his neck, as he fought to bring his breathing under control, unable to restrain himself as much as he would have liked.

We stayed like that, joined as one as we began our descent back to earth together.

Then the man’s voice came, “Must have been a sick breakup man. Never let her go.”

We both froze, especially at the man’s accompanying chuckle as he exited the restroom. From then on things began to register a little bit more clearly. First was the fact that we were in a filthy public restroom. None of this had registered when we had come in, but now it was haunting.

“Oh, my God...” I muttered, as he set me back down on wobbly feet.

“We’re late,” he said.

My tone went up several pitches as I repeated, “Oh, my God.” I checked my watch to see it was almost ten minutes past lunch hour, so I hurriedly jerked my skirt down my thighs to put myself back in order.

“Relax,” he said.

I was already out of his arms and out of the stall. “Easy for you to say, you own the damn company.” I headed over to the mirror to check my disheveled, just fucked hair, and rumpled clothes. And if I looked clearly enough, I could see reddened kiss marks on my neck. “Oh no!” I gasped.

Carter came up to the sink beside me. He wetted a handkerchief and began to approach me.

“I’ll do it myself,” I said, not really sure I could handle him touching me again. It felt like I was about to spontaneously combust, both from anxiety and ecstasy, and it was all too much, all at once.

But he caged me, arresting me between the counter and his rock solid frame until the only thing I could do was give in. I stared into his eyes as he lifted my skirt up once again and slid my thong aside to cover it with his handkerchief.

My eyes fluttered closed, my breathing pattern now in short desperate spurts.

When he was done, he arranged my clothes back in place, and slipped the handkerchief into his pocket.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a man stopped in his tracks, startled to see us.

“Time to go,” Carter said, and grabbed my hand to lead me out of the restroom.

We returned separately to the office, but on the elevator ride up to my floor, he couldn’t help but take advantage of the returning lunch crowd from the other offices in the building, to ensure that I was leaning fully into him.

“I’ll be thinking of you,” he whispered into my ear, just before the elevator arrived.

I almost had to cover my hand with my mouth to hide my smile.

“Pay me a visit soon,” he whispered.

Seeing that no one from our company was riding with us, I glanced back to give him a quick, soundless, kiss the moment the elevator dinged its arrival, and parted through the sea of people to get out.

Chapter 25

Carter

Working with Leah in the same office was a feat, and that was putting it very, very lightly.

I sat in a meeting in my office, with one of the officials from the state’s planning organization as we reminisced about old team members, from the first advertising agency we’d worked in together. But I could barely concentrate.

I’d known that insisting on our rendezvous mid afternoon, would be a very bad idea, and it would render me completely useless, but it was still the sweetest decision that I’d made all day. I’d also done