Page 36 of Saved by my Baby Daddy Spy
“Well then, stop waiting and make me scream your name.”
His eyes burn with lust as he sheds the rest of his clothing before kneeling between my legs. His tongue traces patterns on my skin as he works his way up my body.
When Holden takes one nipple into his mouth and rolls the other between his fingers, I see stars. I moan as I arch my back off the bed, pressing my breasts into his touch.
He switches sides, teasing my nipple with his tongue and teeth until it aches and I’m on the edge of an orgasm. I moan as Holden works his way down my body. When he nips at my skin, fire races through me.
“You’re so wet for me,” he says as his tongue finds the little bundle of nerves between my legs.
I grip the sheets, rolling my hips as he flattens his tongue and slowly pushes his fingers into my core. He groans as my core pulses around him, my hips bucking against his face.
“Are you going to come for me already?” he asks, his voice husky as he moves his fingers faster.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
His tongue moves in time with his fingers, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. He thrusts deeper as my core clenches around him. All it takes to send me over the edge of an orgasm is Holden nipping my inner thigh.
He massages my inner walls, letting me ride out the orgasm until my legs stop shaking.
When he kisses me, I flip us over and straddle him, sinking down onto his hardened length. I plant my hands on his chest and roll my hips, taking him deeper.
He grabs my hips, setting the pace as he thrusts upward with each rock of my hips. Our moans fill the room as my inner walls squeeze his erection. Holden’s thumb finds the bundle of nerves, circling it in time with our thrusting.
My nails dig into his skin as a second orgasm rocks through me. Holden groans and stiffens inside me, his orgasm coming hard and fast.
We slump together on the bed, his lips trailing along my shoulder. I roll to the bed beside him, trying to catch my breath as I stare up at the ceiling.
“Well, that wasn’t the way I expected tonight would go,” Holden says, his tone light and teasing as he traces patterns on my torso.
“I’ll be back in a second,” I say, getting out of bed and wrapping a sheet around my body.
I make my way into the living room and grab my phone before returning to bed. Holden is sitting up and leaning back against the headboard, a blanket draped across his lap.
He quirks an eyebrow as I get into bed beside him and lean back against the pillows, opening up the album of Kerrigan again. He grins as he takes the phone and starts scrolling.
“Wow,” he says, sounding choked. “She used to be so tiny when she was born. It’s hard to believe that was even her.”
My heart aches for him. I can’t imagine what it would be like to find out you have a daughter and you’ve already missed out on over a year of her life.
He sighs and scrolls to another picture. “I know I said kids was a bad idea, and with the way my lifestyle used to be, they were. I never wanted to have a family just to hurt them when I was out on a mission. I could have died. Or they could have, if the wrong people found out about them.”
“It sounds like there is a ‘but’ coming,” I say softly as I pull my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around them.
He nods and glances over at me. “My dad died when I was young. My biological father, that is. My mother too. I spent a lot of my childhood bouncing around from foster home to foster home until I was adopted by Hampton’s parents when I was twelve. Family has always been a touchy subject for me.”
In this instant, I feel even worse for not being able to tell him about Kerrigan as soon as I knew I was pregnant. This isn’t about me, though. I keep my mouth shut and watch him as he looks through pictures, waiting for him to elaborate on whatever is going through his mind.
“There has been a part of me that has always wanted a family, though. I thought that I would get to be the father I never had when I was young. I mean, my parents are great, but I wasn’t with them my entire life.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” I reach out and put a hand on his thigh, squeezing it gently.
“It’s all right. I dealt with it a long time ago. I thought that I would always be there for my kids if I was ever in a position to have them. Then, I find out that I’ve missed nearly a year and a half of our daughter’s life already. I missed her birth.”
“You’re here now. That’s what matters.” I sigh and withdraw my hand, running it through my hair. “I wish that I had been able to tell you. We might not know each other well, but I never wanted to take fatherhood away from you.”
He smiles and sends a few pictures to himself. “I know that, Hannah. It’s just still a lot to process and this is all new.”
