“Okay,” Lateisha answered, waiting not so patiently for him to respond.
“I think, based on some things we’ve discussed recently and some information I’ve come across, that you should move into my penthouse for the duration of the pregnancy,” Bryce said, adjusting the wayward papers again.
Lateisha felt like she must be dreaming. He wanted her to move in with him? She couldn’t move in with him. That wasn’t an option. She would have to see him every day and be close to him. No, it would be too much.
“I can’t,” she answered quickly, looking at her lap so he wouldn’t see the panic in her eyes.
“Lateisha, hear me out. I think this will be better for all involved. I can watch my child grow and be involved. You won’t have to worry about a place to stay or paying rent. I won’t have to wonder what you’re doing or if you’re putting my child in danger in some way—"
“What?!” Lateisha jumped from her seat with anger.
Did he really think she would do anything to endanger an unborn child she was carrying? She may be a bit directionless and even irresponsible at the moment but she wasn’t a monster.
“Sit down please. I didn’t mean it that way,” Bryce began.
“No, you absolutely meant it that way. What kind of person do you think I am, Bryce?”
Bryce sighed, running his hands through his hair. “I honestly don’t know, Lateisha. I thought you were one thing when you came in here and offered to carry my baby. After getting to know you, I know you are kind, but I also know you have a college degree and you work at McDonald’s, you had a boyfriend you never mentioned to me, and now you have no vehicle to get around. I’m worried and I’m trying to make life easier on you because I know pregnancy can be difficult. I’m not asking you to give up your life or your job but I just want you close so I can make sure my baby is okay. That’s all.”
Lateisha stepped back from the desk, feeling physically ill at Bryce’s revelation. He thought she was an irresponsible, naïve child. What was she thinking signing up for this? Realizing she had no choice because she could possibly already be pregnant, she sighed with resignation.
“Fine,” she said defeated, flopping back down into the chair, “I’ll move in.”
Bryce sighed, with relief or defeat she wasn’t sure. He stood, moving around the desk.
“Thank you. For all of this. I know it’s difficult to give up your life and your body for another person for several months but I really appreciate it, if that means anything at all,” he said, scrubbing a hand over his face and turning from her.
Without thinking, Lateisha reached for him, her hand catching his bicep. The feel of his hard muscles under his suit made her stomach clench but she didn’t let go.
“I’m sorry I’ve made such a mess of things, Bryce. But you have to know I will keep this baby safe. It may not really be my baby, but I’m carrying it inside of me and I would never do anything to jeopardize its health.”
Bryce nodded, but instead of pulling away he continued to stare at her. “You have beautiful eyes,” he mumbled, his hazel eyes turning a forest green as he stared at her.
Lateisha swallowed hard. The look of lust in his eyes made her heart slam against her ribcage and she longed to step back but couldn’t let him go. Not yet.
“Bryce, we can’t…” Lateisha’s voice came out barely above a whisper.
Before she could protest much more she was being pulled against his chest and his mouth was slamming into hers. Lateisha gasped, but it was muffled by Bryce’s lips. His tongue pushed at the seam of her lips, forcing its way inside, making her accept him. Lateisha’s head was swimming and she didn’t want to push him away. He tasted so good and she felt safe in his embrace. She shut off her brain and just felt; otherwise she may have changed her mind. Bryce’s hands roamed over her back and down to her ass, cupping it and pulling her against him. Lateisha could feel his erection pressing against her stomach through his dress pants. She remembered holding his thick girth in her hand in the back of his limo and she moaned against his lips, her core clenching. On their own accord her hands moved over the lapels of Bryce’s jacket, pulling it down his arms and tossing it to the floor. Taking her cue, Bryce undid the buttons to Lateisha’s uniform shirt and pulled it over her head. Lateisha felt like she was on fire from his touch as he caressed her bare back and gripped the clasp of her bra to unhook it. Finally removing her bra, Bryce tossed that aside like he did her shirt while Lateisha worked on the buttons to his shirt. It was taking too long to get them off and if she didn’t feel his naked skin against hers she was going to explode so she decided to just rip the shirt off. Buttons flew everywhere and for a moment Bryce looked stunned.
“I liked that shirt,” he said with a smirk.
“Sorry, it always looks easier in the movies,” she said with a laugh.
Her laugh quickly turned to a groan when Bryce dipped his head and took her nipple into his mouth. Lateisha almost fell backwards from the sensation, which left her panting and her panties soaked. Bryce motioned to a small couch in the corner and, never breaking contac
t, they moved over to it. He laid her down on the couch and shucked his pants, stepping from them and his boxer briefs at the same time. Lateisha looked at his hard, lean body, his erection long and resting against his abdomen. She almost moaned again at the sight of him; he was beautiful. The suits didn’t do him justice. His body deserved to be seen.
Bryce unbuttoned her uniform pants and slid them off. He growled, deep in his chest. It was laundry day and the only clean underwear Lateisha had was a white lacy thong that was too uncomfortable to be worn long. Judging by Bryce’s reaction, he liked it. Bryce gently rolled the panties down her hips and legs, kissing his way back up. Lateisha arched her back the closer he moved to her center, but Bryce wasn’t done teasing and kissed up one leg and hip, across her navel and down the other side. Just when Lateisha felt like she would melt from the heat of her arousal, Bryce moved back up her leg, pushing her thighs apart and kissed the inside of her thigh.
“Bryce,” she breathed, practically begging him to move closer.
Bryce pressed a kiss to her center and Lateisha’s hips bucked forwards, wanting more. He licked up her slit and Lateisha cried out, the arousal he built with his teasing kisses making her too sensitive. Bryce didn’t stop. Pushing her legs further out, Bryce licked her clit in slow circles, the pleasure building until Lateisha was wound so tight she felt like she would snap. When she thought she couldn’t take anymore, Bryce sucked her clit between his lips, plunging two fingers inside of her and pumping slowly. Lateisha screamed his name, the orgasm hitting her hard. Bryce didn’t stop and Lateisha tried to squeeze her legs closed because she was too sensitive. Still moving his fingers in and out slowly, Bryce moved over her, removing his fingers and replacing them with his rock hard dick. Bryce teased her at first, stroking her clit with his thumb as he gently nudged her entrance with his cock. He pressed the head against the seam of her pussy and Lateisha’s hips surged forward. Bryce moved with her, plunging into her tight channel and moaning.
“Oh God, you feel so tight.”
Lateisha moaned again as Bryce began to set a rhythm. He moved in and out of her methodically, stroking her sensitive inner walls with his large dick. It was all too much for her to take and she didn’t think she would last much longer. Lateisha cried out as Bryce picked up the pace, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. Her pleasure began to build again as Bryce moved against her g-spot. She hiked her legs higher on his hips, rocking back and forth to meet him thrust for thrust. The contract, the world, disappeared as Bryce held her in his arms and pushed deeper inside of her. Lateisha moaned again, nipping gently at Bryce’s ear. He turned his head, crushing his mouth over hers, his tongue pushing inside of her mouth and mimicking the motions of their love making. Bryce pulled back, his mouth finding her nipples again. The sensation sent a new zing of pleasure to her pussy and she screamed as her climax hit, this one more intense than the first one. Seconds later, Bryce cried out and she felt him release inside of her as she screamed his name again. Lateisha fell back against the tiny couch panting. She felt boneless and was unable to move. Bryce stood, a strange look on his face.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, bending to reach for his boxers and pants.