Keary lifted her thighs and squeezed the backs of her knees. He dragged her tighter to his cock and shoved all the way in. When he paused she got to know just how full she was with all of him in her. He shuddered, leaning over her, eyes closed and seeming to struggle.

  “Don’t hold it, baby.” She ran her fingers along his thigh, reveling in the hard muscle. “Come on, Daddy, fill me up.”

  That did it. Keary thrust fast but not hard. He threw his head back and shouted. His hot seed shot into her pussy. Zacari wiggled her hips, and Keary fell to the side. He caught himself on the bed with one arm while he made sure his cock didn’t come out. For a few more moments, he thrust into her, and then finally let himself collapse on the bed.

  She thought he was done, but Keary knew her from their night together. He rolled to his side and cupped her pussy with one hand. Their mouths tangled together in hungry kisses while he worked her into her fourth orgasm.

  Ready to purr like a well-sexed kitten, Zacari tried to get up and just now remembered her belly. Keary was such an amazing lover, he made her forget how her body looked. The lust in his eyes, the caresses of his hands made her feel sexy.

  He reached out a hand to support her elbow as she rose.

  “Thanks,” she murmured, eyelids lowered. Together they went into the bathroom, and he sat her on the commode while he readied the shower. Zacari’s heart did flip-flops as she watched him. What if this was permanent? What if he was always here no matter the time of day or night to care for her? She shook her head to jiggle the thoughts from her mind. No use working herself up over Keary. Too often she remembered her ex-boyfriend and what he’d done, how he cheated right under her nose. If she let Keary into her heart, he might do the same. Sure, all men weren’t alike, and Keary might not mean it, but their relationship, if one could call this budding interaction a relationship, was an accident. Already she loved her son, and she believed Keary did too, but that didn’t change the fact that neither of them would have chosen to bring him into the world this way.

  Keary frowned at the bottom of the shower. “There’s nothing to make it less slippery, and you shower in here?”

  She shrugged. “No choice, don’t wanna stink.”

  “Not acceptable. I’ll get some later today. I’m glad I’m here to help you now. Come on, I’ll wash you.”

  Her eyes widened. “Y-You don’t have to do that for me. I won’t fall.” She avoided telling him about the near misses.

  “Of course I do. You are carrying my baby.” His words were kind, but they hurt just the same. Zacari wouldn’t have changed what he said though. That Keary was doing all this because she was having his child was something she needed to remember. He didn’t love her and never would.

  When she stood up, he covered her lips with his and kissed her until she was ready for another round of sex. Keary angled her face toward him and pushed his tongue deeper into her mouth. All thoughts of their situation fluttered away under his sensual onslaught. Zacari closed her mouth around Keary’s tongue while he pumped in and out. The act made her think of what he’s just finished doing with her pussy. She squirmed.

  After a few moments, he pulled back and led her into the shower. The water was warm enough to chase away the descending chill when she stepped into bathroom. Keary positioned himself behind her so that she took most of the spray. His hands flattened over her sides, and he kissed her shoulder. “Hand me the body wash.”

  Tingling in anticipation, Zacari gave him the tea tree and lavender scented shower gel. He squeezed off some into his hand and dipped it in the water before working up a lather. Zacari should have known he’d go right for her breasts. And she should have known his fingertips moving over her nipples, slippery with suds, would have her peaks pebbling in no time.

  She groaned and arched into his touch. Keary played with her breasts, weighing their heaviness in his palms and then moved over her swelling belly. When his hand dipped between her legs, she braced herself on the support bar and spread her legs.

  “I know you want to come again,” he whispered in her ear.

  “Keary,” she breathed, “stop teasing.”

  “Why should I? Tell me you don’t want it.”

  She wouldn’t say that. She wanted to beg for it. He didn’t wait for her consent but rubbed along her slit without piercing it. Zacari whined with each stroke. She wanted him to delve deeper so bad but held on.

  “Do you trust me, Zacari?”

  She gasped at his question, and her eyes which had drifted closed popped open. Trust? What was he getting at? “What do you mean?”

  He dropped a gentle kiss on her shoulder. “I mean if I give you a couple of instructions, will you obey me and not question what I’m doing?”

  A question already trembled on her lips, but the excitement of not knowing what was to come kept her quiet. When she didn’t respond, he moved his fingers away from her pussy. Zacari could have wept. Keary reached past her and angled the shower head away from them. When he began lowering them both to the tub, she squeaked but didn’t protest.

  Keary ended up beneath her while she sat on his lap. Her body had become so bulky over the last month or so, she’d found it easier to just shower rather than risk getting stuck in the tub. Keary had no such problem, but he hadn’t plugged the drain, so she had no idea where he was going with this.

  “Lean into me,” he instructed.

  She did, and he slung a heavy arm over the top of her chest to keep her in place. With his other hand, he reached down between her legs. All of a sudden, Zacari knew, and her need skyrocketed. Keary pushed two fingers into her pussy without ceremony. Zacari barely got to enjoy the entry before he pulled back out and used her thick cream to coat her anus. Goose bumps riddled her skin.

  “Keary…”

  “Trust me.”

  When her back entrance was coated and slick, Keary began working a single digit into her hole. Zacari’s breath left her body in a whoosh. She whimpered at the intense pleasure, the very slight ache of his breach. Keary added another finger to stretch her wider. She chewed her bottom lip, closed her eyes, and buried her face into his neck.

  “Does it hurt too much?” he asked.

  “Uh-uhn.” She didn’t look up. Waves of ecstasy rocked her, but she held on.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “You better not,” she almost shouted.

  He chuckled. Another finger went in. Keary pumped three fingers in and out of her ass, slapping the heel of his hand against her pussy with each entrance. Zacari bucked a little and wriggled on his lap. His cock, solid and unyielding under her twitched to join the action, but Keary concentrated on pleasuring her first with his hands.

  Hungry for him, Zacari found his mouth and snaked her tongue inside. Their lips locked together, sucking and exploring each other’s warm depths. Now she knew why he hadn’t eaten her. Keary wanted to kiss her more. Just the act seemed to make him harder, and he didn’t want her to taste her own juices right now.

  He broke the kiss but left his lips brushing hers. “Do you want me to fuck you up your ass?”

  She gasped at the harsh, dirty words. He’d not done that before, but it turned her on big time. “Yes, Daddy, fuck me, please.”

  Keary’s eyes burned with his lust. He pulled his fingers from her anus and then hoisted her hips higher. With her resting on his abs, he guided his cock to her tight hole. Zacari breathed deeply to keep herself relaxed. From the wide head’s first piercing, her pussy pulsed, and her core muscles clenched.

  Zacari tried leaning up, but Keary pulled her back and lifted her knees higher. “No, baby, you must stay at this angle so I don’t hurt you.”

  He pushed in farther. She groaned. He pinned her down while he filled her to capacity. Zacari couldn’t do a thing other than enjoy his slow movements in and out of her. When his cock was deep inside, he grasped her hips and raised her up and down his length. She cried out his name, and Keary matched it by grunting hers.

  “Damn, you’re so tight, baby. Your body feels so good, I’m going to come.”

  Keary worked her faster. Zacari’s muscles squeezed him tighter, sucking him in. With each thrust her swollen breasts bounced, so she held them in place. Her hands grazed the sensitive nipples, making her hotter. She threw her head back and coaxed Keary to pump harder. Their bodies moved in perfect unison while the shower spray rained down on them and cooled their heated skin.

  “Fuck, yes,” Keary roared. His seed spilled inside of her, and he spasmed, pinching her hips to grind her into him. She screamed his name as an orgasm took hold. Although Keary had reached his release, he didn’t stop pumping until she’d ridden hers to completion.

  At last they lay quiet in each other’s arms, Keary resting his cheek against her forehead. She struggled to regain control of her breathing while he stroked her belly. Stupid, stupid me. I love him.

  After a while, Keary stood them both on their feet with no problems, impressing Zacari with his strength. He washed her from head to toe and then himself. When he’d dried them both, he lifted Zacari into his arms and carried her to the bed. “Sleep, beautiful. I will come back later, and we’ll talk. Agreed?”

  She yawned and nodded. At peace and utterly satisfied, Zacari drifted off to dreamland. Although Keary had left her apartment to return to his, the memory of his touch stayed with her the rest of the night and into most of the morning.

  Chapter Seven

  Keary woke with one thing on his mind, or rather one woman—Zacari. Having her again had been explosive, just like it had been the first time. Her breasts so big and full made him harder than he thought possible. At first, he’d thought he was some kind of pervert for being ready to come seeing her naked with her swollen belly, especially when he got off on sucking the milk from her nipples. Just remembering hardened his cock. He put a hand behind his head and sighed.

  Then of course he recalled that this was a sexy beautiful woman, and no matter what condition she was in, he wanted her. He ached to be inside of her, to fill her until she screamed his name. And Zacari had shouted it all right. He grinned. Jack had raised him to know his mind, to set his sights on what he wanted, and then to go after it.

  While he did know his mind, for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what Zacari had on him aside from the baby. What drew him to her was a mystery, and just how deep those feelings went. Well now wasn’t the time to think on it. He had to get a couple hours in at work, and then he would pick up Zacari to talk about their situation.

  He’d known by the irritation in her voice last night when she suggested that he go get her snack that she was angry about the call to New York. And when she mentioned Jack, he had no doubts that his father had treated her like an employee rather than as the mother of his grandson. Keary felt the dopey grin spread over his face when he thought of his son. “My son.”

  That’s why he couldn’t figure things out, he decided. Because he already loved his son, and Zacari was the woman who was delivering such a valuable gift to him. Right now, he couldn’t separate thoughts of his son from her. Aside from the sex of course.

  He swung his feet over the side of his bed just as the cell phone on the nightstand buzzed. Keary glanced at it and saw that it was Debbie. He frowned. He’d been clear to her that he needed some time. Not that he had totally given up on her. The fact remained that they were a good match in likes and dislikes, and that they had much in common. He could talk to her about business or current events for hours on end. And hell, she was drop-dead gorgeous. But right now, he needed to focus on Zacari.

  The fact that he was even thinking of Debbie this way annoyed him as well, especially because when he got around Zacari, all he could think about was her. These feelings, this confusion was unlike him. He’d never felt seriously about a woman and wanted another. And he definitely couldn’t sleep with one while meeting the mind of the other. Maybe if he got to know Zacari, they could connect on an intellectual level, or if the baby hadn’t surprised them, he could have been intimate with Debbie, and what he’d started with her would have been cemented.

  Growling in frustration, he answered the phone. “Hello.”

  “Oh.” Debbie’s tone was hesitant. “I’m sorry to bother you, Keary.”

  Instantly, he was contrite. He hadn’t meant to sound like a bear. Last night, he’d warned Zacari he could be a grump before his coffee, but he’d proceeded to enjoy his time with her. Zacari again. He sighed and shook her from his thoughts. “I apologize, Debbie. I didn’t get sleep much last night. What can I do for you?”

  She didn’t speak right away, and he was about to prod her again. Keary assumed she would launch into a conversation about their stuttered relationship, but she was all business. “It’s about the Shore Project. Jack wants me to fly up tomorrow and spend the rest of the week with him and Jeb going over the figures. He says we’ll be at his house so there’ll be fewer distractions. You already know how big this thing could get, so he’s not taking any chances.”

  Keary’s eyes widened. His father’s house! Jack knew he’d invited Zacari to his house so they could discuss the baby and for him to get to know Zacari on a personal level. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that Jack hadn’t forgotten. He considered if this was a plot on his father’s part to sabotage whatever he thought was going on between Keary and Zacari. After all Keary hadn’t made it a secret that he was talking to Debbie while in Cairo. Then again, Jack was not the type to pull tricks like this. He dealt above the table at all time, whether it was in business or his personal life. If Jack didn’t like something, he made it known. Keary had to believe this was all about the project. This opportunity could mean millions. Jack wouldn’t risk losing it because the key personnel were in another state. And the man could multi-task better than anyone Keary knew.

  “Yes, I’m aware,” he finally admitted. “However, I’m not on that project.” He hesitated about admitting he’d be in New York.

  “Oh, I know. It’s just that I need your help. I don’t want to go to Jack unprepared. I need to use all of my resources to get the figures he needs, so I’m using mine—you.”

  He narrowed his eyes, saying nothing and hoping she wasn’t just coming up with an excuse to get close to him again. It had been Debbie who made it clear she was interested when they first began talking. Keary had followed up right away because he had been as well.

  “Keary, are you there?” she called down the line.

  “I’m here.”

  She seemed to grow desperate and then calmed herself. “You have a rapport with Eve over at Lancing Associates. I need to get her input fast, and she’s been putting me off for weeks. I have a meeting with her this afternoon. Please, Keary,” she coaxed. “I have to go to New York tomorrow to meet with Jack. I don’t want to go without the information from Eve. Will you go with me? I will make it worth your while.”

  Keary sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He’d needed to talk to Zacari this afternoon, and something told him if he put off talking, she’d be pissed. She’d think he didn’t want to talk since he’d been consumed with thoughts of sex when they were together. Still, he understood Debbie’s plight. Eve was notorious for being stubborn. And hell she could be. She was a brilliant businesswoman and held a key component for their project. Debbie attending Jack’s meeting without her input was tantamount to getting her walking papers.

  “All right, I’ll go. What time is the meeting?” Maybe he could see Zacari before it.

  “Four. Thank you. I promise, I will make it up to you.” Her tone had dropped to sensual, but Keary pretended not to have picked up on it. He glanced at the clock. Damn, he’d slept until two. There was no time to run to Zacari’s before the meeting.

  “Okay, I’ll meet you at her office at three forty-five. Talk to you later.” He disconnected the call before she could say more. He had just enough time to shower, prepare some notes, and get over there. He phoned Zacari, but she didn’t answer. When her voicemail came on, he left a brief explanation and hung up.

  * * * *

  Eve let out a high-pitched squeak and hurried on the tips of her toes toward Keary, arms outstretched. “My favorite person in the world. How are you, Keary?” She latched onto his arm and kissed his cheek. “It’s been forever. Why don’t you come visit your cousin anymore? She pointedly ignored Debbie at his side.

  Keary grunted. “We’re hardly cousins, Eve. Your ‘uncle’ married my second cousin, a relationship established solely for business.”

  She pouted. Eve was not the most attractive woman, he’d always thought, but she made up for it in untouchable self-confidence. Besides that, she was a ruthless businesswoman. For some reason, she loved him and hated his father. Keary could not abide the way she pretended to be the delicate female with men while railroading them out of their companies behind their backs. He’d long suspected she was the brains behind the man she called uncle taking Keary’s cousin’s company, which was also the reason Jack hated her. He’d been waiting for his chance to bring her down, and Keary thought this project was his father’s opportunity.

  “Aw, don’t be mean, Keary, honey, I’ve missed you. Can’t you say you’ve missed me?” She tugged him in the direction of her office. “I know you have. You could see me every day if you’d only take my offer of vice president. I’d double what you’re getting from that old fart, Jack.”

  Keary pasted a smile on his face. “Sorry, sweetie. What I do for Jack isn’t exactly a job. I own a good portion of the company. Thanks for the offer.”

  When they were seated in her lavish office with a real wood desk that could be considered a conference table, Debbie made her presence known. “Eve, thanks for seeing me. I wanted to discuss those figures for the—”

  “So, Keary, what do you think of the Shore Project?” Eve interrupted. “Do you think it’s viable for me?”

  Debbie’s face reddened. Keary suppressed his irritation. He leaned back and unbuttoned his suit jacket. “I’m sure you’ve gone over the figures a hundred times and had your accountant review it with you. You’re no doubt discussed it with half a dozen of your executives. What you intend to do now will be based on whether you want to continue to thwart Jack’s efforts, or use this to your advantage somewhere down the line.”