Page 256 of The Baby Twist
“I’m not in the mood, Charlie.”
“You’re not?” A smirk crossed my lips as my hands groped her breasts.
“No.” She closed her eyes.
Wrapping one arm around her waist and holding her in my grip, I dipped a finger inside her.
“How about now?”
“Oh God,” she moaned.
“And now?” My lips wrapped around her hardened peaks.
Her hand wrapped around my hard cock and stroked it up and down as the hot water beat down on us.
“I need to be inside you right now,” I whispered as my tongue trailed across her neck.
“Then, by all means, enter.”
With a growl, I turned her around, and she placed her hands firmly against the tiled wall. Taking my cock, I thrust inside her as moans escaped both of our lips. With a slight turn of her head, our lips met as I moved in and out of her with my arm securely holding her. Her orgasm gripped me, and I exploded. We stood there for a moment, breathless, as I strained, making sure every last drop I had was inside her. I loosened my grip, and my hand stopped on her belly. I felt the bump, and my hand froze.
“Are you okay?” she asked as I stood there, not moving.
“Yeah. I’m great.” I kissed the side of her neck and pulled out of her.
I finished my shower first and climbed out. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I gripped the sink and stared at her as she washed her hair. Swallowing hard, I finished getting ready for work.
“What time is your doctor’s appointment?” I asked.
“Two o’clock. Why?”
“I suppose I can meet you there.”
“You don’t have to, Charlie. I know you’re busy. Don’t worry about it.” She walked past me.
“I said I’ll meet you there,” I spoke in a commanding tone.
“Okay. If you really want to. I’ll text you the address.”
“Okay.” I grabbed my briefcase. I’ll see you later.”
I was sitting in my office when a call came through from Grant.
“Hey, Grant.”
“Hey, Charlie. I found an apartment that I think you’ll really like. Do you have time to see it today?”
“What time were you thinking?” I asked.
“Around three o’clock.”
“I have an appointment at two o’clock, and I’m not sure how long it will take. How about I text you when I leave my appointment?”
“Sounds good. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Was that Grant’s voice I heard?” Chase’s brows furrowed when he walked into my office.
“Yeah.”
