All because I couldn’t keep my hands off my stupidly attractive boss.

  I head home early on Friday and I’m in bed by eight. The sun’s barely down but I figure it’s easier if I can just be asleep all the time. That way, I don’t have to worry about Ellis leaving me forever and what I’m going to do when the baby comes.

  Saturday morning, I wake up to the sound of someone banging on my door.

  I’m groggy so it takes a few seconds to understand what’s happening. And then a jolt of adrenaline hits me. I jump out of bed, throw some clothes on, and hurry to the door. My heart’s pounding and I don’t know what to expect, so I pull it open without a second thought.

  I wish I had called out. I wish I had checked the peephole. Instead, I just throw the door open.

  And there’s Ellis, standing in the hallway, a little out of breath, looking absolutely perfect.

  I blink at him. I swear, I’m hallucinating. Two weeks and not a call, not a text, not an email. Nothing at all. And now suddenly he shows up on my door.

  “Hey,” he says.

  I stare for a second longer before anger takes over.

  “Where the hell have you been?” I snap at him. “Why have you been ignoring me?” I step toward him, so pissed I can barely see straight.

  He steps forward and catches me before I can slam into him. I want to tackle him to the floor but of course that’s stupid. He’s twice my size and way stronger. He easily holds me tight against his body.

  I struggle at first. I’m so angry, so hurt. I feel like I was abandoned right when I needed him the most.

  But slowly I get control of myself. Slowly I realize what’s happening.

  It’s Ellis. He’s back and he’s holding me.

  I relax into him and wrap my arms around his body. I hug him tight and he keeps holding me until I’ve calmed down enough to speak.

  “You asshole,” I whisper.

  “I’m sorry,” he says softly. “I have a good reason for not responding.”

  “Why?”

  He pulls back and looks at me. His eyes are sad and I can see something in him, like he just went through something.

  “Let’s go inside,” he says softly. “I’ll tell you everything. Okay?”

  I nod and I lead him back into my apartment. I shut the door as he goes over to the kitchen and leans against the counter, looking exhausted.

  I cross my arms and watch him carefully, trying not to let him see how broken up I am about all this.

  He doesn’t know about the baby so he has no clue how hard this has been on me. I’m tempted to blurt it out right now but I can’t bring myself to do that yet.

  I need to know what he’s been doing. I need to know what’s happening with this other girl. Everything seems so strange and confusing and I just want to understand what’s happening.

  “I’m sorry,” he says softly. “I know I’ve been out of communication for a couple weeks. Honestly, I didn’t think it would take this long, but I wanted it all to be over before we talked.”

  “You wanted what to be over?”

  He perks up slightly at that. “Well, I’ve been doing some thinking.”

  “Okay?” I say slowly.

  “I realized that, for a long time now, I’ve just been going through the motions. All these girls, all these arrangements, none of it really mattered. None of them really cared about me, I’m now realizing. I was just a convenient dick and a whole lot of money. And to be fair, I felt more or less the same way about them.”

  I feel my cheeks getting hot at that. “There are some bad rumors,” I say softly.

  He sighs. “I know. I’ll get to that.” He visibly pulls himself together and keeps talking. “I’ve been traveling all over the country meeting with girls that I made an arrangement with. Similar arrangements to the one we made. And I’ve been ending them.”

  My eyes go wide and I can hear my pulse pounding. Oh, god, he’s here to break up with me. I’m the last girl on his list and when he’s through, I’ll be nothing to him. I’ll be pregnant and alone and I’ll be nothing.

  I take an involuntary step back and I think he can see something on my face because he quickly stands up. “Hold on, wait. That’s not what I’m here for.”

  I ball my fasts, fighting back tears. “If you’re here to dump me like the other girls, go ahead. I can handle it. I’m not going to say bad things about you online.”

  “No, no, no,” he says quickly, shaking his head. “Claire, listen. I ended things with those girls, but I’m not here to end it with you.”

  I stand there for a second staring at him. “You’re not?”

  “Not at all,” he says gently. “God, I’m sorry. I’m being such a fucking moron.” He comes closer to me and I feel my back run up against the door. “Claire, I’m here because I want to be with you and only you.”

  I stare into his eyes and I don’t let myself feel hope, even if that hope’s blossoming anyway. I can’t let myself grab onto this moment like a drowning girl grabbing at a life raft. If it’s not real then I don’t know what I’ll do.

  Worst of all… he might change his mind when he finds out the truth about me. If he realizes that I’m pregnant with his child then he might turn and run away.

  I don’t know what to do.

  “That stuff with Mel,” he says softly, “she was just angry I was leaving her. She was blackmailing me, telling lies about me. I know it seemed bad but I swear to you, nothing she said was true.”

  “I believe you,” I manage to say.

  He looks genuinely relieved. “Thank you. It’s been a really hard couple weeks… some of the girls took it well and some didn’t. I meant to be back here in just a few days but it ended up taking two weeks. I didn’t want to get in touch with you until it was all over and I really could tell you the truth.”

  “What truth?” I ask him softly.

  “That I want to be with you and you only.” He steps close and puts his hand on my hips. “I want you, Claire. I want to be all yours and I want you to be all mine.”

  I stare into his eyes and I realize this is what I’ve been hoping for. “Are you sure?”

  “I’m sure. I haven’t been with anyone since we started… and I don’t wat to be with anyone else again.”

  I can’t help myself. I lean forward and kiss him, standing up on my toes to do it. He lifts me up off the floor and kisses me back hungrily and happily.

  I know in the back of my mind that I should tell him the truth. I know I should tell him about the baby.

  I just can’t make the words come right now. I’m so afraid I’ll lose him if I tell him the truth. I feel completely lost and confused but…

  There’s one thing I know for sure. I want this man more than I can explain. I’ve never felt more alive than when he’s around.

  And I believe him. I believe that he didn’t hurt that girl. I believe that he’s been traveling around the country ending things, even if that’s crazy.

  He carries me back to my bedroom and I’m buzzing with energy and I know, I just know, this is where I need to be.

  12

  Ellis

  “Every day since I left, this is what I’ve been thinking about,” I whisper in her ear as I strip off her clothes.

  I start with her shirt, tossing it onto the floor. I palm her breasts and remove her bra, my cock hard as fuck at the sight of her perfect creamy breasts. I tease her little pink nipples with my tongue while I pull her yoga pants down over her perfect tight ass.

  I finish by pushing her back onto her bed and sliding her panties off that soaking wet little cunt. I feel myself growl as I bury my mouth between her legs and suck at her pussy, tasting her wet cunt and teasing her with my tongue.

  Her moans fill the room and I know I’m home. Fucking hell, I know I made the right choice as soon as I taste her again. This is what I’ve always needed, this perfect pussy, this perfect fucking body.

  I growl and suck her clit and slide two fingers deep inside of her. I stroke my fingers in and out and she arches her back, moaning softly.

  “Every single day,” I growl. “This fucking pussy kept me going. God damn, girl. You taste better than I remembered. You’re so fucking sexy, I can barely fucking stand it.”

  She sits up and kisses me as I bury my fingers in her tight pussy. She gasps and bites my lip and I stroke my fingers in and out, fucking her nice and deep, making her moan. I pull her tight against me and push my fingers deeper, curling them and rubbing against her spot.

  She gasps and arches her back and grinds back against my fingers. I growl and kiss her throat as she grinds down and shakes her ass.

  I push her back down onto the bed and pin her there, fucking her with my fingers, getting her spot each time I slide in deep and back out. She’s moaning and arching her back and I tease her breasts with my tongue and teeth. I growl in her ear before pulling back to take my shirt and pants off.

  She watches me, panting, her mouth hanging open. I take off my clothes and stroke my hard shaft. I love it when she stares at me like that, like she needs me to fuck her.

  “Tell me you want it,” I say.

  “I want it,” she whispers.

  “Say it louder. Tell me you fucking want my big cock.”

  “I want your big cock, Ellis,” she groans. “Please fuck me.”

  I growl and pin her back down onto the bed. I slide myself deep between her legs, my huge cock pushing her nice and wide. She gasps and bites my lip and I groan as I stroke in and out.

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” I groan. “Every inch of you feels so fucking good.”

  “I need it all,” she whispers.

  “You have it all now, girl.”

  I grab her hips and fuck her hard. I didn’t realize how badly I wanted to feel her and taste her again. It’s like her body keeps me going, keeps me happy. I thrust deep between her legs and I love the way she moans and gasps and pants my name.

  I pull back and she pushes me. I roll onto my back as she goes down between my legs and takes my cock between her lips. She sucks me slow and deep and I grab her hair, holding it tight. I stare into her eyes as she sucks my cock. I bet she can taste her own tight pussy on my shaft and I love the thought of her cleaning me off with her tongue.

  God damn, she feels fucking good. She gags on my big cock and sucks me hard before I pull her up. She straddles me and pushes her ass back, sliding my big shaft deep inside her tight cunt again.

  She moans and rolls her hips. I slap her ass hard and she starts to ride me fast. Her back arches and she moves her hips like she’s dancing on my fucking cock. It feels so fucking wild and the sweat starts to drip down her skin. I grab her arms and pin them back before fucking her hard, thrusting deep up inside her cunt.

  She gasps and moans and rolls her hips some more. I let her go and fist her hair, holding it tight. She rides me nice and fast and I let her do the damn work. I enjoy the fucking show, watching her tight body work, her fucking tits bounce and shake, her fucking face gasp and moan. I grab her hair tight and she whispers my name.

  Fucking hell, it feels good. I spank her ass with my other hand and let her ride me faster before I thrust up inside deep and hard. She groans as I grind against her like she wants. I fuck her fast and match her pace and we move like that, fucking and sweating and groaning. I growl and bite her lip and push her hips down my shaft again, burying myself deep between her legs before pulling her off and pushing her down on the bed.

  I grab her hips and pull her ass up in the air. I tease her ass and lick it, tonguing every inch of her from behind before sliding my massive cock deep inside her pussy again. She groans and rolls her hips and I let her buck back against me for a few minutes. I slap that ass and leave a bright red handprint as the pleasure floods through me.

  I grab her hips and start to thrust up harder. I fuck her nice and deep, leaning over her to tease her breasts with my hands. “I love filling you up,” I growl in her ear. “I love when you take my big fucking cock.”

  “I love when you fuck me like this,” she moans.

  I grab her hips and fuck her faster. I’m sweating and panting and we’re both losing it completely. There’s nothing else but her body and this moment and I don’t need anything else.

  I fuck her rough and spank her ass again before pulling her hair. She moans as I reach around her hips to rub her clit while I grind my cock deeper into her cunt. She gasps and I keep it up like that, her body totally controlled by me.

  “You want to come on this big dick, girl,” I whisper in her ear. “You want to come on my big fat cock. It feels fucking good when you take this dick and, god damn, you need it, you filthy fucking girl.”

  She gasps and arches her back. “Please,” she moans. “I need it.”

  “That’s right, you fucking need cock. You filthy fucking girl. You’re so dirty you need my big fat cock to fuck your tight cunt nice and deep. Say you fucking love it.”

  “I love when you fuck my pussy,” she moans.

  “Say it again.”

  “I love when you fuck me rough,” she gasps.

  I rip into her, thrusting hard. We’re both grinding and moving and I’m rubbing her clit just enough to drive her wild. I know she’s close and I’m not slowing down.

  She comes moments later, every inch of her body shaking and tensing. I fuck her through it, thrusting rough and deep into that tight little cunt of hers. I roar my pleasure and, god damn, does it feel good. Her whole pussy’s like a goddamn vise and I can’t help myself. I keep stroking deeper and deeper and finally feel my orgasm explode.

  I come hard inside her pussy. I growl and moan, filling her up to the brim. Fucking hell, I love it, spurting deep inside her tight cunt.

  I slow down before she pulls forward and turns around. She takes my cock in her mouth and cleans me off. I growl and lean down to kiss her nice and slow. We both fall onto the bed and I pull her into my arms.

  “I should’ve gotten here sooner,” I say softly.

  She shakes her head. “It’s okay.”

  “It’s not. I should’ve called… I should’ve done something.”

  “You’re here now.”

  I grunt softly and hold her tight against me.

  She’s right. I’m here now.

  I went through all that shit with the other girls. Most of them took it okay, some of them didn’t. A few even wanted money. But I got through it all and now it’s finally over.

  The bullshit with Mel will pass. It breaks my fucking heart that I’m losing a good friend but she’s dead to me. After all this, she leaks to the press that I’m emotionally abusive? No fucking way back from that.

  So it’s over and I’m okay so long as I’m with this girl, the girl I’m choosing over all the others.

  13

  Claire

  We spend the rest of the day in and out of bed. We don’t bother leaving the apartment and we don’t bother putting on much clothing.

  It’s just coming off sooner or later anyway.

  For the first time since we met, I feel sure that he’s not thinking about someone else. I believe him when he says he broke it off with the other girls and that he hasn’t been with any of them since me. He has no reason to lie, it’s not like I asked him to do any of that. He could’ve easily kept things going with me and still had all those other girls.

  He didn’t though. He chose me.

  It’s a strange feeling, like I’m drunk or high or something. This man, this amazing, incredible man chose me over all the other girls he could be with. I don’t know why or really understand it but it feels too good. I can’t let myself question anything right now.

  I’ve barely been keeping it together these past two weeks but now he’s back and suddenly things are okay again. I believe him when he says he’s not some abusive bastard, even if the media is going insane. There are tons of blog posts about this calling for his resignation but Ellis doesn’t say anything about it all day.

  The truth is, that’s not really bothering me at all. I believe him and trust him and that’s good enough for me. The real problem is actually inside of me.

  The baby. It’s been hanging over my head. He broke it off with his other girls and he still doesn’t know about the baby. I need to tell him but I keep letting myself put it off all day long. I can’t help it, I can’t stop what’s happening. It just feels too good.

  Evening comes and we’re lounging on my bed, sweating a little bit. I’m out of breath and aching between my legs from where he’d just fucked me wild for what feels like the tenth time today.

  “We should probably eat at some point,” Ellis says, sitting up on one elbow. He plays with my hair absently. “Although I don’t really feel like facing the real world.”

  “I don’t either,” I admit.

  “Yeah?” He grins at me. “Are there some scathing blog posts out there about you that I’m not aware of?”

  I grin back at him but I don’t feel happy about it. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

  He sighs and kisses me. “God damn. What a mess. I don’t know why I thought this would be simple.”

  “You had… how many girlfriends? Ending things with all of them couldn’t be easy.”

  “That’s what Delia said,” he grumbles. “Still, most of them took it okay.”

  “That’s good at least.”

  “And none of them are threatening to blackmail me. Just Mel.”

  “Why her?” I ask him softly.

  He shrugs again and collapses onto his back, looking up at the ceiling. I move over to him and put my head against his chest. I can hear his heart beating and his breath moving in and out. When he speaks, his body rumbles slightly from his deep voice.

  “I knew Mel the longest. I guess she just… I don’t know, always thought I’d be there.”