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  She gasped near his ear, the sound echoing around them, but it was a gasp of pleasure.

  There was no word for how it felt to finally be inside of her. No single word would or could ever do it justice. She was so tight, so tight and warm and wet and soft and amazing. Her inner muscles clenched around his dick and he’d been kidding about the two point five seconds, but seriously, he doubted that he could last longer, because Teela’s pussy was glorious.

  “You have the most amazing pussy,” he panted.

  “Shut up and fuck me,” she panted back.

  She kissed the grin right off his lips, nipping and sucking and biting and thrusting her hips between him and the wall all while her inner muscles worked the hell out of him.

  Teela shuddered and rocked her hips into him as he thrust blindly. There was no rhythm, because damn it, he couldn’t find an ounce of control.

  “Oh my god,” she panted. “Yes. Just like that.”

  Ross flexed his hips totally on instinct. “Like that?”

  “Yes- oh- oh my god. Yes.”

  Teela’s little breathy moans and her wild bucking was like a kick straight to the nuts- in a good way. The best kind of way. If there was a good way and a best kind of way. Ross thrust harder, savoring every single second he was inside of her. He hoped he was hitting all the best places for her, and judging from how responsive she was, he was doing something right.

  This wasn’t just sex. It was bliss. It was transcendental. It was like reaching that place that he’d always heard about, but never knew it existed. He’d been at that place with Teela before. It was the first time he’d never felt like he was pretty much obligated or like he was just scratching the urge that regular people had. He didn’t feel trapped. He didn’t feel caged. He didn’t feel edgy and he sure as heck wasn’t thinking about how to make a hasty retreat after or how much it was probably going to cost him or whether Teela was thinking about his bank account at the moment instead of just enjoying what they were doing.

  All his life he’d felt panicked, no, fucking terrified, when it came to thinking about spending the future with one person. He liked the option of being single. He didn’t want to be tied down. He’d never wanted to get old with that one person. He didn’t even believe that it could be done anymore. It was a notion from the distant past.

  Then there was Teela.

  And it wasn’t just her body. Or the sounds she made. Or how well they fit together. He didn’t know what it was about her, but there was something different. It made him feel different.

  “Ross…” Teela breathed next to his ear.

  He thrust harder, wild, sensing how close she was, but also because he couldn’t not thrust harder and wilder.

  “Come for me,” Ross found himself saying. “That’s right. I want you to come on my cock.” Where the hell did that come from? He’d never said anything like that in his life.

  Teela, because she was Teela and she was so incredibly responsive and they just fit together so well, did exactly as he asked. She trembled and the waves of her orgasm hit hard. She gasped and panted and moaned while her pussy squeezed the hell out of his dick, and it was all he could do to hold on. Normally he’d never take chances about this kind of thing. He always wrapped up, but then again, Teela was already pregnant and he hadn’t even thought about slipping on a glove and he was inside of her…

  What did she want him to do?

  She solved that for him too, as she started to come down from the high she was riding. She shifted her face to the crook of his neck and sunk her nails into his shoulders. “I want you to fill me up,” she commanded. “I want to feel all of you.”

  Ross wished he had the fortitude to wait it out and make Teela come again, harder, but with the aftershocks from her climax sending shards of pleasure straight up his dick and into his balls, he was just done. He couldn’t hold back.

  So, he gave her everything.

  He thrust hard and wild, pumping his hips. Their hips rocked and slammed together while the water coursed over them, colder than before, since all that hot water was pretty much spent.

  Amazing enough, right as the world faded to black and his body took over, Teela’s cries sounded again, like they were coming from faraway. He buried himself deep inside of her and his cock kicked and throbbed as he came hard, harder than he’d ever come before in his entire existence, harder than anyone had ever come before in the entire history of the world. Her inner muscles clenched around him, and they shuddered together until they were completely spent.

  Ross barely managed to hold them up. As the black dots cleared away from his vision, he had enough sense to reach over and shut off the water. He carefully let Teela down and stepped out of the shower, reaching for whatever she had on the rack off to the right.

  It turned out she had one of those huge fluffy white towels that was big enough to wrap around her three times.

  “I have more towels in the cupboard.” She giggled after he’d wrapped her up. It was a little high and girlish and giddy and he totally got it.

  He followed her finger to the cupboard off to the left of the sink and removed a second huge white fluffy towel and wrapped it around his hips. Amazingly enough, he was still hard. Not as hard as before, but it was hard enough.

  Teela looked at him.

  He stared back.

  “So… can I get you that cup of coffee now?”

  Ross smirked. “Can you do it naked?”

  Her lips quivered as she struggled not to smile. “Maybe. Although hot coffee and nudity probably don’t go well together.”

  “Do you have anything else you’re offering then?”

  “Hmmm. Can’t think of anything at the moment.”

  She blinked at him.

  He blinked at her.

  And then she shed the towel and took off running down the hall. There was no way he was going to be outdone and he knew they were supposed to be at work but fuck work, he was the boss and if being the boss didn’t come with some perks then he didn’t know what it was good for.

  There was no way he was not chasing after her.

  And he already knew there was no way she wasn’t going to let him catch her.

  CHAPTER 21

  Teela

  “Surprise!”

  Teela cringed as soon as she threw open the door and found her parents standing there. She’d made it through the week without any major incidents- unless banging Ross every single day, multiple times a day- counted, but even that was starting to feel so normal that she was sure it actually didn’t count.

  “Uh- mom. Dad.” Teela gripped the door a little tighter. “What are you doing here?”

  “We were just passing through town.”

  “But- but you never pass through town. Not this direction at any rate.”

  “Well, we haven’t heard from you in ages and we wanted to stop in and make sure you were doing okay.”

  The silent accusation in her mom’s voice caused Teela’s stomach to knot up. She’d been putting off telling her parents that she was pregnant and now that Ross was involved, she wasn’t sure how to tell them.

  “Er- I’m sorry, I just got busy. With work. We had a change of ownership and it’s kept all of us on our toes.” She winced. She never said things like, on our toes. That was a phrase her mom herself would use.

  “We just wanted to check on you, honey. We were concerned.”

  “You could have called.”

  “Well…” her mom crossed her arms. “We’re here now.”

  Teela realized it looked like she was guarding the door, like there was something inside she didn’t want her parents to see. Since Ross wasn’t sprawled out naked on the couch, there wasn’t anything she was hiding.

  “Er- well, do you want a cup of coffee?”

  “That would be nice.” Teela’s mom pushed inside and Teela stepped back to avoid getting run over.

  Her parents weren’t… bad. They were just- a little opinionated about things. It made them hard to
stomach at times. They had some pretty strong morals that they’d say they tried their hardest to instill in her. What that meant was they’d basically crammed it down her throat, but hey, that was just semantics.

  Teela watched her parents shed their shoes. They knew the way into the living room and while they went and parked it on the couch, she retreated into the kitchen with her phone and sent out an SOS text to Amy.

  HELP! MY PARENTS ARE HERE. I CAN’T DEAL WITH TELLING THEM ABOUT THIS ALONE.

  Her phone dinged a second later.

  JUST DON’T TELL THEM THEN. YOU HAVE LOTS OF TIME.

  Teela sighed before her fingers flew over the screen.

  I REALLY DON’T WANT TO WAIT. IT’S BEEN GIVING ME THE WORST ANXIETY AND THEY’RE HERE NOW.

  She could practically hear Amy cringing before she sent off a text saying she’d be there in twenty minutes.

  Teela made two cups of coffee. Since her stomach was already burning, being that it was nearly seven and about the time she started feeling completely nauseous, she didn’t need the extra torture. She carried the coffees into the living room, black, because like life, her parents refused to take anything with a grain of salt- or cream and sugar, as it were.

  “Here you go.” She set the mugs down on the coffee table and sat down on one of the two seats she had in front of the couch. The chairs weren’t comfortable. They were some of those square modern looking things that looked really good but were hard as a rock.

  “Thanks.” Her mom picked up her mug and took a sip. She liked it scalding hot, while her dad preferred to wait until his was nearly cold before downing it.

  “I- er- I meant to call. I’m sorry. I really have been busy.”

  “Busy?”

  “Yes, mom, busy.”

  “Work keeps you so busy you can’t even phone your own parents?” Her dad’s voice had a note of hurt and Teela winced. They were both good at laying on the guilt when it counted. Not that she didn’t deserve it because she knew she kind of did. She really should have called.

  “Jen comes home every weekend, you know, even if it’s just for a quick visit to let us know that she’s still alive.”

  “Jen doesn’t live forty minutes outside the city. Her house is like three blocks away. She probably walks over.”

  “Still. She makes the effort. We were worried.”

  “You know, a phone is a two-way communicator,” Teela shot back. She didn’t mean to get defensive, but the Jen comments never failed to raise her hackles. Why was her sister born so perfect and she was born so woefully lacking. It was one of the reasons she had to get away from home in the first place. That and the stifling amount of rules.

  Because Amy was Amy and had impeccable timing, the front door opened, saving things from getting tense. No, things were tense, but at least they didn’t get any tenser.

  “Teela?”

  “We’re in here,” Teela called.

  Amy appeared in the room, her cheeks flushed. She’d thrown a lightweight jacket on over her jeans and blouse and it was buttoned up crooked. Obviously, she left in a hurry.

  Amy took one look at Teel and hurried over to the large living room window. “It’s hot in here. Do you find it hot in here?” She rammed the window open without waiting for an answer. She buzzed around the room and disappeared into the kitchen, opening windows. A fresh breath of air swept through the room and if it did nothing to make things better, at least it settled the sloshing around thing her stomach was doing.

  Nerves and nausea usually made a recipe for disaster. Teela had learned that over the past few months. Amy had the right idea.

  She stalked back into the living room, a fake smile pasted on her face, and sunk down into the chair beside Teela.

  “Mom and dad just came for a visit,” Teela explained, like she hadn’t just frantically texted Amy to come and be her support system.

  “We came because our own daughter can’t be bothered to visit us,” her mom started in. “Even though we only live forty minutes away. It’s been over a month. We doubted she was even still alive.”

  “I- I’m sorry,” Teela mumbled. “The truth is, I have some news that I’ve been wanting to find a way to tell you and I just wasn’t sure how.”

  “So, you have been avoiding us!”

  “What kind of news?” her dad asked, his tone slightly softer.

  “Uh- well- I know you both aren’t going to be happy about it but I- I decided that I wanted to- uh- well… I kind of… I’m pregnant.” She admitted that she could have broken the news a little better than she did, but the words kind of just tumbled out.

  Her mom and dad froze. They sent each other a shocked expression. When her mom turned back, her face was more than just horrified. She was quickly growing angry. Her dad looked shell-shocked and helpless. He stared at her like she was a stranger, not the daughter he’d raised for three decades.

  Her mom and dad looked completely opposite. Her dad was tall and dark haired. He’d always been on the skinny side. Her mom was shorter and a little more full-bodied. She had light honey hair and green eyes. Teela had come out a mix of both their genetics. They also had different approaches to handling problems, even if they were in agreement about the solution.

  “P- pregnant?” Her mom stammered. “How are you pregnant? You’re not even with anyone!”

  Teela sure as heck wasn’t going to tell her parents about the whole clinic thing. Amy went white as a sheet beside her and she wished she could assure her. Instead, she shifted a little and clasped her hands in her lap.

  “Actually, I have been seeing someone. It was a surprise to both of us and I was waiting to tell you, because honestly, I knew how you were going to react. No, I’m not married. No, I’m probably not going to be, at least not for a long while, if ever. No, this child is not a mistake. Yes, I’m going to love it. Yes, I want it. Yes, it is your grandchild. Yes, the father and I are trying to make things work. Yes, we both want to co-parent no matter what our relationship is in the future. So, you don’t have to worry. I’ve got it under control.” She rested a hand on her stomach protectively while her parents stared at her like she’d just dropped down from the sky like some kind of alien bird demon thing.

  They were both wearing matching outfits, Teela realized, now that she wasn’t so focused on figuring out a way to tell them her news. Jeans and blue t-shirts. She wondered if they’d planned it.

  Before she could say anything, Amy was off, trying to be her wingman, but only digging them in deeper.

  “She’s seeing a good guy. He has lots of money, so you don’t have to worry about the baby. They’re going to do a good job raising it and even if things don’t work out, she’ll be fine. The courts will see to that.”

  Teela shut her eyes. She wanted to jam an elbow into Amy’s side. She would have tried it if they were sitting side by side on the couch, but the two separate chairs didn’t help anything.

  “It’s Ross Day. The father. He owns all those grocery stores. He has lots of money. Like, tons. So yeah, the baby will be taken care of, and so will Teela. He’s like, a billionaire or something.”

  Teela’s head swam. She barley registered the looks her parents were giving each other. She dropped her head into her hands, wishing she could just disappear. She wanted to set the record straight. She sure as hell wasn’t with Ross for his money, but holy shit, had Amy just said billions? Teela knew that Ross had money, but billions?

  Before Teela could process anything else, her parents got to their feet. Her mom gave her dad a sharp, pointed look. “We’ll talk about this later, when we’ve all had time to process it.”

  “Mom- come on…” Teela stood. She didn’t want her parents to walk out like that and leave everything unsettled and uncomfortable. She could only imagine what they were thinking.

  “No, we’ll talk later,” her mom said firmly. “Come on, Dave. Let’s go.”

  Teela’s dad shot her an apologetic look, at least, before he was ushered out the door. Teela didn’
t even see them out and of course her mom banged the door harder than necessary, just in case she’d missed the memo about what a horrible, sinful, disappointment she was at the moment.

  “Oh my fucking god,” Teela breathed. She turned to Amy, horrified. “You shouldn’t have said any of that. They definitely did not need to know.”

  “Well, they would have found out sooner or later. I mean, you probably want Ross to meet them.”

  “Not like that! Now they’re just going to think about him having all that money. They probably think that I spread my legs and got myself knocked up just so I could be taken care of for the rest of my life.”

  Amy got a strange look on her face. A horrible scrunched look, one that Teela had never seen before. She couldn’t actually figure out if Amy was going cry or puke or laugh. Maybe all three at once.

  “What?” Teela whispered, incapable of any volume. “Why do you look like that?”

  Amy hung her head. “You don’t think that I chose just any sample for you, did you? I wasn’t going to just inject you with some hobo serum and hope for the best. You’re my best friend. I was worried about you, raising that baby all alone on your salary. I- I knew who he was. I knew that he’d donated sperm a few times before his app took off and he got rich and then he got really ultra-rich with the stores taking off. I- I figured that if you couldn’t go after him for some kind of child support or guilt him into it, seeing as everyone says he’s a pretty nice guy, that you’d be able to blackmail him for some cash, seeing as no one knows he got money for that app by jacking into a cup.”

  “What?” Teela breathed. She wished she could say something, anything, but the words just weren’t there. “How…” she whispered, but it came out strained. She couldn’t force anything more than a few hard breaths out. She shook her head. It was all she could do.

  How could Amy, of all people, not even know her? She was supposed to be her best friend.

  “I’m- I’m sorry,” Amy whispered, so quiet Teela could barely hear her. “I’ll just go. Okay. Maybe we all just need time. I shouldn’t have told you. I really am sorry. Please don’t fire me as a friend for this. I was only trying to help.”