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  “What is the bitch telling you to do?” His eyes are wild, enthusiastic, and eager. I know he fucking hates Piper.

  “This is the really fucked up part,” I say and talk with my hands moving frantically. “She wants to have a fucking baby with me.”

  “Are you fucking serious?” Max’s eyes grow wide with horror.

  “I’m fucking serious.” I nod. “She’s referring to it so fucking morbidly too. She’s calling my sperm her fucking baby batter or some shit. She says if I don’t comply and sign her contract, she’s going to send me packing. I’m as good as fired unless I agree.”

  “Fuck, is that even legal?” Max questions.

  “I don’t know,” I say. “I’m pretty sure fucking models on her desk is grounds for termination of our contract, though.”

  “That’s a good point.” Max nods and looks down at the ground.

  He’s quiet for a moment then speaks again. “Screw Piper. You can’t let her ruin your life. She’s just bluffing.”

  “I don’t know, I think she’s pretty fucking serious,” I counter.

  “Look at all these hot girls though,” Max says and gestures around.

  I ponder this. I’m attracted to tons of women walking past me, but the only one I can think of is Piper.

  I know if she fires me, I’ll have to take my manufacturing overseas. I really need the cash infusion from the baby batter agreement.

  “Things are more expensive overseas,” I say. “I need to keep the manufacturing in the US, and Piper will ruin me. I need to keep my contract with her company.”

  “It’s a tough call.” Max shakes his head.

  “I can’t afford to get fired,” I say distantly.

  There’s something else trailing on the back of my mind though, and it’s being with Piper. The sex with her is absolutely fucking amazing, and I can’t get enough of it. I might even be fucking addicted, and we only slept together once so far.

  I know I’m craving more, and at this point I’ll do anything to have sex with her again—and keep my contract at the same time.

  “Hey, I’m going to the bathroom,” I say and hastily walk away before Max can protest.

  Only instead of walking toward the bathroom, I head toward the exit of the club. I need to be able to make this phone call and be able to fucking hear what I’m saying over the loud fucking noise of the club.

  My heart beats furiously in my chest and my palms sweat. Piper answers on the second ring.

  “I hope you’re calling to give me a decision. Otherwise I’m not interested in talking to you.”

  Her voice is cool and calculated but so fucking silky smooth like caramel. I can hear the anxiety in her voice even though she tries to mask it.

  Fucking hell, I have to be crazy to even be considering this. But there’s a lot at stake for me here. And I mean, it’s not like she’s asking me to marry her or some shit. She wants to spread her legs, catch my cum, then go along her merry way. Who am I to say no to that?

  “I’m in,” I say.

  “You’re in?” Her voice is high and praising.

  “That’s right, I’m in.” I hang up and walk back in the club, wondering what the fuck I’ve just gotten myself into.

  11

  Piper

  “So you didn’t fucking chicken out after all.” I smirk at Zane as he walks into my office the next morning.

  I try to read his expression, but he’s hard as fucking steel. I’m sure he’s throbbing hard under those sexy Armani pants too.

  “I never fucking chicken out,” he says with excessive arrogance. Never one to disappoint, I guess. He stands in front of me, and his cologne fills my nostrils and makes me quiver.

  “Good,” I whisper and take a step backward. “I’m glad, because your job depends on it.”

  “I’m hoping there will be more jobs to come in my future.” He grins with a slice of naughtiness. His sexual innuendos aren’t fucking lost on me, but I choose to ignore him at the moment.

  “Right now there’s only one job on my mind, and that’s getting you to sign these documents.” I pick them up and pat them.

  “Holy fucking shit, that’s a lot of paper,” he says, and I get a thrill at watching him squirm.

  He stares up at me as if I’m crazy. “What the fuck did you write into the contract?”

  There’s a hint of nervousness in his voice, but he doesn’t falter too much.

  “Oh, you know, just a little of this…a little of that,” I say seductively as I cross my legs and sit on the edge of the desk.

  He visibly gulps. “You look good today,” he says.

  “Thank you for noticing.” I bite my lip and take the pen out of the back of my hair.

  My blonde locks fall to my shoulders in perfect waves. I’m making a dramatic scene for him, and he fucking knows it.

  He eyes me with weariness, but he knows he’s in a sticky situation, pun totally intended.

  “So let me take a look at this shit then.” He holds out a hand.

  I plop the papers in his palm and smile. “Of course. Be my guest.”

  I sit on the edge of the desk, pumping my crossed leg up and down. There’s silence between us, and the sexual tension is dense in the air.

  “So do you have any questions for me?” I ask after a few minutes, mainly because I can’t stand the fucking quiet any longer.

  ‘Um, yeah…” he says sarcastically. “What the fuck is this, Piper?” He looks up at me with annoyance.

  “It’s the contract.” I pretend to not understand.

  “Yeah, I fucking get that part, but what is all this fucking bullshit in here?”

  “Can you be more specific?” I bite my lip and pout.

  Zane stands up. “For instance,” he says as he points to a paragraph in the middle section of the documents, “it says here that every Wednesday, I have to allow you to tie me up with fuzzy fur handcuffs while you, and I quote, ‘ride on top of me.’”

  His face is ash white. I have him by the balls, and it’s exactly what I want.

  “That’s right.” I grin.

  “And right here,” he points to another clause, “I have to have sex with you in the shower from behind and make sure I don’t pull out until I’m finished coming?”

  I sigh dramatically. “Zane, you know how making a baby works. I need your hot cum to fill me up!”

  He shakes his head. “This is ridiculous.”

  I grab the papers from his hands.

  He screams, “Ouch! What the fuck, Piper? I probably have a million fucking paper cuts now!”

  “It’s just part of the job, Zane,” I hiss. “Are you interested or not?”

  “Yes,” he says begrudgingly. “I don’t want anything to come between me being your manufacturer.”

  I wonder for a minute just how much he needs this manufacturing deal if he’s willing to go to these lengths, but I don’t dwell on it too long because, let’s be real, I need his cum inside of me if I’m gonna get what I want.

  “Good.” My voice drips with vindication. It’s not the only thing that’s going to be dripping soon. “Now here’s a pen.”

  I hold the pen out for him to take, and he reaches for it.

  “Now you know…” I begin but then pause.

  “What?” he says with irritation etching all over his face.

  “I need to make sure you’re going to take the tests.”

  “I’m going to take them.” He rolls his eyes.

  I’m referring to my need to have proof that he doesn’t have any fucking sexually transmitted diseases to pass along to me or my future child. I mean, I’m not a total idiot here. The dude’s a total manslut.

  If I want his hot cum splattering at my insides, I need to make sure he’s safe and checks out clean.

  He begins signing pen to paper as if he can’t believe he’s actually fucking doing this. It’s an ingenious plan, and I’m proud of myself for thinking it up.

  It’s exhilarating to have this much control ove
r a person, much less a man. I didn’t rise to the top to have my own fucking Fortune 500 company where I’m the acting CEO for nothing.

  I’m a smart fucking girl who knows what she wants and will stop at nothing to make sure I reach my goals.

  Zane is the total fucking package, and now he has to squirt his hot load into me night after night while I enjoy multiple orgasms.

  He’s the best I’ve ever had, but of course I won’t dare admit that to him. No, he’s far too cocky and chauvinistic to disclose that fun little tidbit to.

  He finishes signing the baby batter contract and takes a deep breath as he rubs his temples. “I have to tell you, Piper, I never would have thought of you as a closet sex freak.” He chuckles as he shakes his head.

  “Well, there’s a lot you don’t know about me,” I scoff.

  He grins, sizing me up. “I can’t wait to unleash your inner wild child,” he says.

  “And I can’t wait to unleash your inner beast,” I quip back.

  “This should be fun, you sexy, freaky little slut.” He stands and comes near to me. His breath is cool on my cheek, and we stare at each other for a fucking eternity before he makes a move.

  He puts his hands on my thighs and rubs them slowly, excruciatingly and delicately between my legs.

  “This is a place of business,” I say and shove his hands away, although he has me so hot right now I might explode.

  “You are thinking about us fucking in the shower, aren’t you?” He grins devilishly.

  “I’m not,” I say and touch my neck.

  I really fucking am.

  “I can tell by the way your cheeks are flushed right now,” he says and points at my head.

  “Let’s just save it for the bedroom, okay?”

  “Anything you want,” he says and walks away, out of my office.

  I feel like a flood of liquid lava is being poured on me. He’s so fucking gorgeous, and I’m going to get to have his baby.

  12

  Piper

  Fuck.

  I can’t let him go.

  I never thought the training for that stiletto heels charity marathon Lacy Desirables threw for breast cancer research would pay off once I was across the finish line.

  Today, it's my saving grace. Zane has long legs and quick, confident strides. By comparison, there's only so fast a girl like me can trot in six-inch heels and a pencil skirt.

  For once, I'm glad that the fucking elevators in this building run so goddamn slow.

  "Zane! Wait!" I call out, bursting through the door between the hall to the CEO suite and my front lobby.

  I frame myself in the doorway, chest heaving as the elevator doors ding open. Agonizingly slowly, Zane turns, straightening his suit jacket and looking smug.

  "Something more you need, Piper?"

  My hair hangs down around my shoulders in a waterfall of golden waves since I let it out of my practical lady boss updo. My lips are plump and painted the sexiest red of the new Lacy Desirables lipstick line as I take my lower lip between my teeth.

  "Yes," I say, barely fucking holding it together. "Yes, Zane, I think there is."

  And he can see it, too. Hell, anyone can see it.

  Fucking Sarah can see it, and I'm so blind with horniness that I didn't even notice she was at the front desk until she pipes up.

  "Should I hold your calls, Ms. Stewart?" she asks. She's biting her own lower lip while she looks between Zane and I with a knowing gaze of awe. I would prefer that she do a better job of reeling it in.

  "I think that would be wise," Zane says, striding forward and loosening his tie.

  Christ. Usually, I find Gucci tacky, but on Zane Tanner, it's actually growing on me.

  A glance at his Gucci slacks quickly tells me that Zane's overpriced taste in men's fashion isn't the only thing growing on me.

  To the credit of his tailor, those fucking pants must be reinforced. Because the way that Zane's thickening erection is straining against them, I'm lucky that by the time I get Zane back to my office, his cock doesn't tear right through them and land hard and heavy right on top of my desk.

  "I knew you'd come around," Zane says with cocky smile as I close the door behind me.

  The lock turns beneath my fingers with a small click, and we're alone.

  "It's not my coming you should be concerning yourself with right now." I lick my lips, not even bothering to disguise my stare. "It's yours."

  "Wordplay," Zane laughs. "That’s fucking cheeky of you, Piper."

  His fingers wrap around the leather strap of his belt promisingly, and my mouth goes so wet I'm practically drooling.

  "That's right," I say. "Get your fucking pants off."

  "Is that in the contract?" Zane asks. His eyes slide across my desk until they land on the crisp white sheets of paper and our two signatures affixed there, stacked on top of each other on their respective lines.

  "Actually, yes." I reach up to my blouse and pop a button open. My tits heave, relaxing slightly as they're released to be as full and heavy as they've always wanted to be.

  "See, here's the thing, Piper," Zane says. "Your contract is fine. Whatever. I've signed it. I've agreed. To all your wacky, insane, sluttly little baby-crazy terms and conditions. Every single one."

  He's toying with his belt in a way that's so tantalizing, it's fucking cruel. But the thing is, seeing him like this...all hot and powerful and suddenly in control…

  It's making me so wet, I can hardly think straight.

  "Good," I finally respond. "Then you'll understand why I'm going to need you to get your fucking pants off. Immediately, Zane."

  "Ah," he smirks. "And I will. But first, I have some uh…how did you put it, baby? Some terms and conditions of my own."

  "You should have negotiated those before you signed," I say, which is fucking true and he damn well knows it. We both sign contracts, run negotiations, wheel and deal like we’re made for agreements like this.

  But my voice sounds less confident than I mean it too. It's softer. Sweeter. A little bit in awe.

  A second ago, I was all in a head-rush with what felt a lot like infinite power. Total control. Not only of my body, my life, my narrative and my desire to make Zane Tanner's baby mine, but Zane Tanner as well.

  I know I've got a bit of a submissive streak, but no woman in her right mind would turn down a chance to have Zane Tanner's huge fucking cock at her beck and call, and now he's mine.

  Or he should be. He's supposed to be.

  Only, from the way he's looking at me right now, it looks a hell of a lot like he's an entity beyond my control.

  Shit. I shouldn't have shown my hand.

  I should have just told my wet, greedy cunt no, just this once, and let him walk out that door.

  But instead, I chose to give in. Now, Zane is beckoning me over with a twitch of his index finger, and my horny ass is just fucking walking towards him like I'm in some kind of hypnotist’s trance.

  "Ask me what I want from you in return, Piper." He runs his thumb across my lower lip, and I fucking melt.

  "What?" I ask in a daze. "What do you want?"

  "Mmm," he purrs. "I'm glad you asked."

  His fingers trail from my lips to my jawline, tracing it down the long line of my neck. Idly, he takes one of my blonde waves between his fingers, admiring the color in the light.

  Then, his hand is on my shoulder, shoving me to my knees. They buckle under pressure, and suddenly I'm glad I sprung for the plush, dense designer rug that I've placed in the space before my desk.

  "You're a slut, Piper," Zane says down to me. He reaches down to take my chin between his index finger and thumb, then turns my gaze up to meet his. "I've always suspected as much. An ice queen like yourself...I fucking knew you had to have more kinks and sexual hang-ups than anyone could ever manage to keep locked away in one closet. At least, not for very long."

  Ugh. It's not that he's wrong, it's that I hate when he's right. Worse, I hate how fucking good he looks when
he's doing it. Being right puts a look on Zane Tanner's face like a cat with a bowl full of cream.

  And I'm supposed to be the one with a bowl full of cream in this scenario, dammit!

  "Then, the other night in the limo…Well."

  He laughs, like our brief little affair while his driver circled Central Park has become some kind of inside joke.

  "I think we both felt the chemistry between us. That shit's undeniable, Piper. I fucking know you felt it too, or else you wouldn't have called me in here with these fucking baby demands of yours. You wouldn't have written up your little contract, and you wouldn't have thought up all these cute little ways to put a call button on my fucking dick. Although," he admits, "The fuzzy handcuffs were a nice touch."

  Zane is monologuing like a fucking supervillain. It should be pissing me off, being talked down to while I'm on my knees on the floor of my own fucking office. Hell, maybe it is.

  But it's the kind of pissed off that ends with my nails biting into his back. With so much of his cum pumping inside me that it gushes out of my cunt and I have to buy a new designer rug.

  "Get to the point, Zane," I say.

  I'm trying to sound annoyed. I really am. But instead, it comes out over-eager, which is exactly the problem here.

  While Zane is having his little ego trip, the shit he's saying is literally making me so wet that I can feel my honey soaking right through my panties and beginning to drip down my thighs.

  "The point is, Piper, I want you. You've got a hot little body and a pretty little face, you suck cock like a dream, and I think you and I could have a lot of fun together."

  "Gee," I sneer. "You're making me blush."

  "So, I'll do what you want," Zane continues. "I'll pump you as full of my huge fucking load as that slutty little heart of yours desires. As much as your little whore cunt can handle. You have this cock on demand, baby. Fuck, your special brand of crazy must be infectious, because I might even like the idea."

  "So what's the catch?" I ask, licking my lips again. With all this lip-licking, I'm glad our upcoming lipstick line will be called Blowjob Proof. Something needs to be able available specifically for moments like this.