Secret Baby - Page 13

Maddie wanted me as much as I wanted her. It was a mutual desire—an intense, erotic feedback loop. The more we fucked, the more we wanted to fuck. I was in a permanent state of hardness for hours—from the moment I saw her in that hotel bar. We only stopped fucking because our bodies gave out, not because our lust waned in any way.

“I never thought that you would,” Dr. Quay lies. Obviously, she has thought it or she wouldn’t have said anything. Oblivious to my irritation, she continues, “Pregnant mothers can be impulsive. They can want one thing in one moment and then be uncomfortable in the next. There’s a whole other being feeding off your partner, both physically and emotionally, so it’s important that you are as supportive as possible.”

“Yeah, I get it.” And I do. I just don’t like hearing it.

Dr. Quay gives me a satisfied nod and then proceeds up the stairs. I take a minute to rein in my need, silently tell my dick to stand down and prepare for four months of blue balls.

Even smelling Maddie makes me hungry so I’m not sure what I can do but avoid her. How can I avoid her and still take care of her, though? I drag a hand over my face, down to my throat and squeeze until my dick deflates. All I can do is minimize the contact I have with Maddie until the baby is born. I’ll make myself available so that if she wants to climb on top of me, then I’m ready. Otherwise, I need to keep my hands and mouth and cock to myself. It’s an impossible charge, but one that I’ll have to keep. I don’t want to put Maddie in danger or our baby she is carrying.

Inside the plane, I find Dr. Quay sitting next to Maddie on the sofa. Dr. Quay is asking questions. When was the last time she ate? When was the last time she voided? Has she had any symptoms of nausea or discomfort?

Maddie denies any problems.

“She was sick,” I offer, remembering her and Danielle yelling this at me.

“Was,” Maddie says. “I was sick and I’m not anymore. It’s all good here.” She reaches down to pat her belly.

My kid is in there, my mind screams. Does she know how fucking hot she looks right now in her yoga pants and oversized T-shirt? I could tear that shirt in half and suckle on her tits until she creamed all over my cock if the doc wasn’t here. But the doc is here and I’m not supposed to be panting over my girl like this. It’s bad for her health. Literally.

Frustrated and turned out, I let out a helpless growl and walk to the back of the plane. I throw open the door and point. “Get in there,” I snap.

“What?” They’re both surprised.

“Both of you. In here for the rest of the flight. Let’s go.” I clap my hands to the attendants. “I want to be back in New York in five hours and can’t do it if you’re sitting on the sofa.”

Maddie rises slowly but Dr. Quay catches on.

“Let’s go, dear. You’ll feel better when you land.”

When Maddie passes me, a sweet smell fills my lungs and weakens my knees. Once they are inside, I slam the door shut and lean on it. I’m so fucked.

Chapter Nine

Madeleine

I sit on the edge of the sofa, wondering if I’ve made the right decision coming here. I think Oliver has more mood swings than I do and I’m the pregnant one with raging hormones. He’s gone from declaring that the baby and I belong to him to being a little more on the cold side. He’d gone as far as cuffing himself to me but now he can’t seem to get far enough away from me. Causing me to wonder what he did with those handcuffs. I might need them if he keeps acting this way. I’ll have to lock his ass to me now.

I’d not only come here to get away in hopes that no one would know where I was but also to get to know my baby’s father. So far all I’ve learned besides the fact that he’s great in bed is that he puts forth a killer cold shoulder. You’d think I had the plague now with the way he’s avoiding me. Who goes from kissing someone the way that he kissed me to not wanting to come within ten feet of them? He only graces me with his presence if he has to for some reason. As soon as it’s fulfilled, he is back to putting space between us.

“Hungry?” Oliver comes strolling into the living room. I turn to look at him. He’s back in a suit. The few times I’ve seen him he’s always been in a suit or naked. Unlucky for me since he came back into my life, he always seems to be in the suit. Okay, maybe he didn’t exactly stroll back into my life; I’d describe it more as barged. It was kind of hot how badly he wanted me and claimed me as his. Not that it matters now because Oliver doesn’t seem to want to go down that path with me anymore. What I still can’t understand is why the heck he would kiss me the way he did. As though he couldn’t spend another second of his life without me. I’m trying not to harp on it because I know it’s not good for the baby and that’s what matters right now. I remind myself not to be selfish and focus on what’s best for the baby for now.

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