: Chapter 8

“You will?” I was shocked, I really didn’t think she would. I felt weird having this conversation with her while my cock was still inside of her.

Snapping out of it, I picked my boxers from the floor and gave them to her as I pulled out.

She held them between her legs as she slowly sat up.

“Sorry, I didn’t even think about a condom…” I furrowed my brow as I rubbed the back of my head.

“Good job I don’t mind getting pregnant then,” her eyes widened as she smiled at me.

“Are you sure about this Sky? It’s a big ask of me…”

She nodded, “I really am.”

I bent down, grabbing my trousers and tugging them up. “Let’s go get cleaned up, then we can eat and discuss further,” I said softly as I leant down to help her up. Holding onto my hand she stood looking all glowing and dewy from her orgasm.

“Oh,” she said as she looked down then snapping her head up to look at me, her cheeks reddening.

“What?” I asked, a hint of concern in my voice.

“Your cum is running down my leg.”

I groaned, my cock hardening instantly.

“You don’t realise how fucking hot that is.” I bit my bottom lip, reaching for her and scooping her into my arms. “Fuck the clean-up, I need you again.” I smirked as I walked her into the bedroom.

We sat on my bed, burgers and chips laid out in front of us as we ate while in light chatter. She looked so pretty sitting there in just my tee. It swamped her. She was so petite.

“This burger is amazing,” she nodded as she took another big bite, moaning in appreciation. She had mayo escape, running down the corner of her mouth. Leaning forward, I swiped it with my thumb before popping it in my mouth and sucking it off.

She just stared at me. Her cheeks pinching with a red tinge. I loved when she got embarrassed, I loved watching her cheeks flush.

Once we had finished, I leant back and reached for the contract draft out of my drawer.

“I only got this back today, hence why it’s in my drawer and not in your apartment.” Handing it to her, I pulled out the other copy so we could go over it together.

“Okay, so there are certain bits that may need to be changed, depending on the options you choose.” I looked at her, watching her read through the contract. Her brows furrowed in places, her lips turned up as a smile would cross her face and sometimes her facial expression was emotionless, she wasn’t giving anything away.

I sat and waited as she flicked through the pages. I hated that we needed a contract, but I had to cover my arse.

It was my baby.

This was my future, and I couldn’t risk letting anything fuck it up, not even her. I trusted her whole-heartedly, but people can change in an instant.

She sighed, snapping her head up as the contract rested on her lap.

“So?” I asked, a little hesitant. Rubbing my fingers along the light stubble on my chin.

“It’s a lot,” a small nervous laugh bubbling out of her

“I know,” I nodded, “but I have to cover every angle.”

She nodded as her eyes fell back to the contract, her fingers skimming over the front page.

“I understand,” she whispered.

“So first question… egg doner or your own egg?” I asked gently, this was a massive ask of her so I needed to tread cautiously.

“I want to say my egg, but I feel so confused.” She shook her head from side to side as she fell back into the pillows.

“Why do you feel confused? Talk it out with me.” I lay back with her, both of our eyes pinned to the ceiling.

“One half of me wants a baby, but I didn’t want it like this. I wanted to be married, a new home, not escorting anymore…” She trailed off a moment, the air thickening with tension and silence.

“I know, but you have given up escorting, sort of…” I said with hesitance in my voice.

Her brows pinched. “And how’s that?”

“You’re not on their books anymore to be hired out, all your hours are filled by me. I will pay you your hourly rate from this day forward until you don’t want it anymore.”

Her mouth dropped open as her eyes widened in shock.

“Preston,” she gasped.

“I can’t have you continuing to work if you’re pregnant with my baby.”

She nodded.

She knew I was right.

Also, I didn’t want her fucking anyone else while she was carrying my baby.

Just the thought alone made my stomach twist and knot as well as consume me with a burning rage.

“So now it’s just the decision of a doner egg or my own.”

I nodded back at her.

The air grew thick, she sat picking at the skin on the side of her thumb. She was anxious. I got it. I really did.

Leaning over, I brushed a loose strand of her blonde hair and tucked it behind her ear. My eyes fell to her now closed ones, her breath caught as my lips edged closer to her.

“Sleep on it, fuck, take a week if you need too. I’m all in Sky…” she said nothing, just lifted her chin as if silently begging for me to kiss her, so I did. My lips locked with hers before my tongue pushed through and swiped against hers.

I could have kissed her all night, but she needed sleep.

“Go to sleep, petal.” I whispered against her lips, my hand cupping her cheek as I kissed her forehead.

She said nothing, her fingers traced her bottom lip as her eyes burned into mine.

I felt it.

I felt the pull.

But this was just a business transaction. Get her pregnant and hope to God she wants nothing to do with it after.