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  I want this.

  The orgasm hits, and I go all in. Full surrender. Every ounce of my being, all wrapped around his cock and begging for one thing and one thing only:

  "Fuck me pregnant, Zane! Fill me up! Fucking use my cunt. Make me your cum dumpster! Fuck your baby into me!"

  Zane fucking roars, like he's tearing through the last shreds of his humanity as he unleashes on me like a fucking animal. It's like having sex with a faucet on full blast. I'm surprised the sheer force of his cum shooting inside me doesn't launch me off the desk entirely, right across the fucking room and through the wall.

  He leaves it in for longer than he needs to. To my surprise—and my delight—he holds me after he comes. Rests the weight of his torso, his gorgeous shoulders and his muscled chest, on top of my body. Keeps his cock balls-deep in my pussy as he lays his cheek on my breast.

  "You don't have to—" I begin, but Zane cuts me off.

  "Piper, for once in your damn life, just shut the hell up. Let me enjoy this."

  And so, instead of ruining the moment with more words, I just lay back and feel his warmth inside me, a smile on my lips.

  Zane's first load of hot, fertile cum in my womb.

  I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying it too.

  13

  Zane

  “Zane, could you be a dear and go fetch me the thumb drive that has my PowerPoint slides on it?”

  Piper bats her eyes and tosses me a one-up type of smirk.

  Fuck, I hate that she has me by the balls and she won’t fucking let go. I guess I fucking deserve the shit. I fucked three models on top of her desk, and she’ll probably never get my DNA out of that wood surface no matter how hard she scrubs it.

  She wants my DNA though, I think as I sigh deeply and stand up. “What’s in it for me?” I slowly walk toward her with a sly grin on my face.

  Piper rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. “Um, your job, dumbass?”

  I smirk. “Now is that any way to talk to your baby daddy?”

  “It depends on how he’s behaving,” she says coolly but smiles underneath her tough exterior.

  “Damn, that’s bitter,” I say and pretend to pull the metaphorical knife out of my chest.

  “I think we need to keep work and the baby batter contract separate,” she says firmly.

  “You’re the one who’s intertwining them,” I remind her.

  “Can you just do what I ask?” Her voice has frustrated undertones.

  “Only if you plant a little kiss on my cheek first, baby.” I wink at her.

  She sighs as if she’s going to object, but then she caves. I know she can’t resist my sexy smile.

  She approaches me and kisses me softly on my left cheek. The sensation of her lips on my skin stays with me well after she pulls away.

  “That’s more like it,” I say with a grin.

  “Okay, I’m growing impatient,” she says. “I need to get this fucking shit pulled up before the board members arrive.”

  “Fine,” I say. “You are just a tease anyway.”

  “Whatever, Zane,” she says and turns her back away from me.

  I know she fucking likes me and my hard cock; she just wants to pretend that she doesn’t for some complicated reason. I don’t understand women, and I won’t stand here and pretend that I fucking do.

  I guess she has a change of heart because suddenly her personality does a complete flip.

  “Thank you, sweetie.” She giggles and I turn around, raising an eyebrow.

  She waves at me and I shake my head and walk out of the room without another fucking word to her.

  The weekly board meeting starts in fifteen minutes, but Piper and I are the only ones in the room so far.

  I’m just glad there’s no one else fucking in here to watch her bust my balls.

  I trek down the hallway with a sullen expression, staring sourly at everyone I pass by.

  “What the fuck are you looking at?” I say to a guy who especially gets under my skin by the way he’s glaring at me.

  “You aren’t supposed to be down here anymore,” the fucking nerd protests.

  “I can do whatever the fuck I want,” I snarl and keep walking. Fuck that guy.

  So now it’s apparent that everyone on this fucking floor knows about my sexual conquests with the fired models. Oh well, that dude only wishes he could bang three chicks at once.

  I turn the corner and begin walking down the hallway leading toward Piper’s office. It’s at the end of the hall.

  The first thing I notice is that the door is closed, which is really fucking odd given that I know with absolute fucking certainty that Piper is still upstairs in the board room.

  I push open the door, not really knowing what to expect.

  When I see who’s in Piper’s office, I yell out in a startle. “Holy fuck! What the fuck are you doing in here?”

  Piper’s ex-boyfriend, David Brigman, is standing behind her desk. As soon as he sees me, he jumps fucking three feet in the fucking air, scared apparently shitless by my unannounced presence.

  “Oh, hey, Zane,” he says and runs a hand through his sandy-blond hair with nonchalant flare.

  He’s wearing a light-blue button-up shirt with a dark-blue tie, but no blazer. He’s wearing khaki pants as if he’s on his way to some fucking yacht club regalia and not an executive meeting.

  David is a principle investor in Piper’s lingerie company, which means unfortunately for me, he is always at the fucking board meetings.

  I want to squash that fucking guy like a bug, but I have to keep my cool around him…or at least fucking try.

  “You know, Piper is going to shit a brick if she finds out you’re in her office,” I snarl.

  “Well, luckily for me, you aren’t going to tell her.” David casts me a smug glance, and all I want to fucking do in this moment is punch him in the fucking face.

  I watch him fidget uncomfortably. He’s fucking hiding something, and I want to smoke it out of him.

  “Hey, what do you have beside you on the desk there that you shoved away really quick?”

  I slowly approach David, and he licks his lips and furrows his brow. “I should be fucking asking you the same question, Zane,” he spits at me.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” I scoff and glance down at Piper’s desk. The contract is an inch from David’s hand, and I know he was reading through it when I walked in on him.

  “You should just mind your own business before you get yourself into a world of trouble, little man,” I whisper slowly.

  David clinches his fists. “You need to stay the fuck away from Piper.”

  I laugh with venom. “I’m sorry, but who the fuck are you to tell me what to do? You and Piper are broken up, remember?”

  “I can still protect her.” He glares right through me. I can tell that he’s pissed I know the details of their relationship.

  “She doesn’t need your protection. She has me.” I stand right in front of his face.

  I’m ready to brawl with this dude right here, right now. Everyone knows I’ve certainly done worse in this office.

  “You are nothing to her,” David wails with laughter that sounds more like a yelping animal.

  “Well, that contract speaks otherwise.” I wink at him, and he shoves me.

  “Hey! Back the fuck off me.” I point a shaking finger toward his chest.

  “Why don’t you make me, you fucking prick?” David is fuming, and his face flushes in the heat of anger.

  “I don’t know what you think you see in those documents, but you have no fucking clue what’s going on, so you better fucking manage your temper and know your place.” I’m not playing fucking games with this asshole anymore.

  David barrels past me without another word. And before I know it, he’s gone out the door. I roll my eyes and try to contain my leaping heart to my chest.

  I grab Piper’s thumb drive with her PowerPoint slides on them and then look out the door before leaving.r />
  I want to make sure David is nowhere to be found. Oddly enough, I don’t want to make a scene with him, because I know how much it will hurt Piper.

  Am I suddenly growing a set of feelings? No, that can’t be fucking right. Not at fucking all. I just hate that dick, that’s all.

  I square out my jaw and walk back to the board meeting, ready to knock em’ dead.

  14

  Piper

  “It’s really fucking loud in here,” I cry over the roar of the machines in Zane’s manufacturing plant.

  “Duh, that’s all the equipment,” Zane yells, dripping with sarcasm.

  “Can we go in your office or something?” I shout.

  “I thought you wanted to tour the rest of the facility?” Zane says as if I’m some kind of fucking pampered queen who needs to get her way.

  “Okay, well, let’s get on with it then,” I say and gesture for him to lead the way.

  I’m on a tour of the manufacturing plant where all the lingerie gets boxed up and shipped out. So far I have to say that I’m actually thoroughly fucking impressed.

  The areas are clean and appear to be in pristine working condition. We pass a few factory workers wearing hard hats and safety equipment.

  “I’m glad to see you take care of your employees.” I point to some of the men on the plant floor.

  “I treat my people right,” Zane says with a swift nod.

  We stop in front of an enormous and silver machine with all kinds of foreign objects attached to it.

  “Here we have the machines that take the clothing items and move them to the boxes with these nifty little robotic arms. See? Aren’t they cool?”

  Zane points proudly at the feature, and I am impressed. “Very cool.” I nod and smile with polite enthusiasm.

  I reach up to touch one of the arms, but my sleeve gets caught in its grip. I scream out because I can’t get unhooked.

  Panic floors me as I freeze in fear, not knowing what to do to get myself out of this fucking situation.

  Zane’s eyes grow wide with horror as he notices the robotic arm start to move, taking me with it.

  “Hold on!” he yells and runs away.

  Where the fuck is he going? Why isn’t he trying to unlatch me?

  Then I notice he runs over to a wall with several lit-up buttons. He presses them frantically and the robotic arm comes to a stop before it can drag me under the machine and crush me to bits.

  I collapse on the floor, panting with the remnants of adrenaline from almost fucking dying.

  “I’m so sorry, Piper,” Zane says, his voice is apologetic and regretful, tinged with…fear?

  “It’s not your fault.” I shake my head. “I’m the stupid fucking idiot who thinks it’s a good idea to reach my arm up to touch a machine in motion.”

  “I suppose a warning from me might have been helpful though…” Zane trails off, visibly shaken.

  I stand up and lightly touch his arm. My body is trembling, and I’m not sure if it’s from the fear or if I’m extremely turned on by Zane’s rescue action hero capabilities.

  “Don’t worry about it.” I smile. “I just need to sit down and recover from this mini heart attack.”

  Zane explodes into laughter, a really deep belly laugh that tickles my heart. Does he think I’m funny? I guess I can roll with those punches.

  “Let’s walk back to my office,” Zane says and takes my arm.

  He’s still as white as a fucking sheet, so I can only imagine what I must look like to him.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  I stare at him with confusion. “Yes, I’m fine.” I chuckle, trying to play it off.

  Seeing a Zane Tanner who gives a shit about someone other than himself is a real fucking turn on for me.

  I stare at his muscular build on the long walk back to his office on the other side of the factory. He walks beside me protectively, and it’s getting me hotter than fucking ever.

  He saved me, and for whatever reason that makes me so fucking horny for him right now I feel myself growing wetter in my panties by the second.

  I imagine myself in all types of risky or dangerous situations where he comes to my rescue. My pussy throbs with desire as we enter his office.

  “It’s good that we came in here,” I say and laugh.

  “Why?” Zane helps me sit down in the chair across from his desk. It’s fucking adorable how he’s trying to take care of me now.

  “Don’t you think my office has seen enough action for a lifetime?” I joke.

  Zane snorts as if my comment is the funniest fucking thing he’s ever heard. “I suppose I’m never going to fucking live that one down, am I?” He tosses me a chagrined look.

  “Probably not.” I shake my head and laugh.

  I’m so hot for him, and I need to find a way to express it.

  “You know, you are much cuter when you are rescuing damsels in distress,” I joke and bite my lip.

  “Are you saying I’m your knight in shining armor?” His eyes flash and twinkle with a brightness unfamiliar to me.

  “That might be something I need to add to the contract,” I say. “It would make a nice clause.”

  “What are you talking about?” He crosses his hands together and swivels left and right in his office chair.

  I cross my legs seductively. “I don’t know…maybe I can rewrite some of it to add a clause about you dressing up as my perfect prince.”

  I know it’s a fucking long shot, but I’m quivering between my legs. I want him so fucking badly right now.

  Zane laughs loudly again. “Too late, sister. I’ve already signed the contract. No take backs.” He wags his finger at me and smirks.

  “Fine.” I roll my eyes, but in a playful manner. “I guess we can keep it binding or whatever.”

  “That’s what contracts are for, my dear,” he says and places his index finger on his temple.

  “I’m just glad I have such a brave warrior to father my child,” I say and giggle.

  I toss my long blonde hair over my shoulder and squirm in my seat. I think I want to fuck him, right here in his office. Not to mention, I think of it as a great way of getting back at him for fucking those models in my office.

  Who am I kidding? If Zane gets to have sex, he’s always going to be agreeable.

  “Are you just fucking with me?” Zane stands up and sits on the edge of his desk, only a few inches away from me.

  I feel the heat and chemistry blazing between us, and my skin flushes in electrifying lust.

  “I’m not fucking with you, but honestly I wouldn’t mind fucking you.” I look at him with naughtiness.

  “You really want to have sex here?” He gestures around the office.

  “Why not?” I shrug. “You’re experienced in that department—office sex—are you not?”

  “I don’t know, just ask your desk,” he jokes.

  “Ha, ha, very funny, macho man,” I say and stand up.

  I lean in and touch his biceps, rubbing my hands up and down his chiseled muscles. “You’re a big, strong man,” I breathe out.

  “I’m big everywhere,” he says, and his eyes are cloudy with desire.

  I want to have sex with him, but I also want to tease him a bit first and make him beg for me. I have to remember he’s my little puppet, at least for now.

  15

  Zane

  “I can’t believe this is actually going to happen.” I lean back on the desk as Piper spreads her legs seductively.

  “Surely by now you know I’m not a prude,” she whispers softly and bites her lip with intense, smoking-hot desire.

  “I definitely don’t fucking think you are one now,” I say and hungrily take in her sexy, tan, slender legs through a pair of eyes cloudy with lust. “You’re fucking hotter than those models,” I say, and I genuinely mean it.

  “Duh,” she says and moves her hips as she pulls the hair off the back of her neck. “Models are boring and sullen,” she adds.

 
“You are so not boring,” I offer and feast my eyes on her delicious body.

  “I have an idea.” She quickly jumps from the chair, and her eyes sparkle with naughtiness.

  “What is it?” I say and adjust my pants because my rock-hard boner is pressing through them, demanding to be free.

  Piper notices and eyes my crotch. “Do you want me to let the python out of its cage?” she asks, referring to my cock.

  “Yes, please.” I try not to sound like I’m begging, but I most certainly am, and I can’t fucking help it.

  Piper has some sort of spell over me to the extent that I can’t fucking control myself or my insatiable desire to want to fucking plunge my cock between her legs.

  She grins and bites her lip, and I know she’s tormenting me on purpose. “You’re such a fucking tease.” I grin and try to pace my breathing through my desire.

  She breezily glides over to my office door and locks it. “Thank goodness you have a lock on your door,” she says playfully.

  “Yeah, you should get one too,” I joke with a little chuckle.

  She runs her hand up her thigh, exposing more bare skin for me to devour. Fuck, she is fucking sexy as hell.

  “You are driving me nuts,” I whisper and try to reach out to pull her near, but she takes a step back.

  “Not yet, naughty boy,” she says. “You deserve to be punished a little while longer.”

  I whine with frustration, but deep inside I love the way she’s fucking killing me with anticipation.

  “It’s true. I am very bad,” I say and lean closer to her.

  “Well, your punishment should fit the crime.” She winks at me.

  “I’m listening,” I say and nearly drool. I’m so fucking hungry for her.

  I want to taste her sweet pussy and put my tongue in between the fleshy sensitive pink parts where her clit is, making her moan and cry with pleasure just for me.

  Piper points to one of the boxes in the corner of my office. “What’s in there?”

  I glance at the box. “What do you think?”