OLDER MAN: The Secretary's Secret Baby (Best Friend Brother Pregnancy Romance) (New Adult Sport Comedy Romance) by Alexandra Stone
Authors: Alexandra Stone
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lips descended on mine, and his tongue claimed my mouth. His hands ran over and in me, and I wrapped my arm back around his head, pulling him closer. I writhed to his touche. We swayed while the fireworks soared and popped, casting white and red shadows.
When Buzzcut pulled away, coming up for air, I cooed in his ear.
“Take me to your apartment,” I said.
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning I stumbled about his dark apartment, bumping into unpacked boxes and walking unsteadily. My basketball shorts were in the kitchen, and my sports-bra was on the balcony. Oh, God, I remembered being naked on the balcony, and…doing things. Woof! No more Mint Juleps for me, ever. I pulled my clothes on, all except for my panties, which Buzzcut seemed to have stolen, and headed out the door carrying my gym bag.
It was seven in the morning on a Saturday, and people were up and about. Even though it wasn’t like I was wearing an evening dress in the early morning, I felt like everyone was aware I was doing a walk of shame.
Buzzcut had been amazing in bed—no complaints there. Nevertheless, I felt worse than I did the night before. Everyone says to climb right back on the horse to take your mind off your departed lover, but that was bad advice. All I could think of as I skulked out of the Granary Building—the fanciest apartment building on the waterfront—was how I never had to skulk off after Kevin and I had a night of torrid sex. Of course, Kevin and I hadn’t had a night of torrid, legs pointed at the ceiling, arrhythmia inducing, forgetting-your-name sex in ages. Actually, Kevin and I never had a night of sex like that. But still, I never had to skulk.
Who was waiting outside my apartment building but Donna, two paper cups of coffee in hand. “Hey, girl,” Donna said with a smile. “Weren’t you wearing that outfit last night?”
“Shut up,” I said. I opened the door to my building and held it for Donna. “Give me one of those,” I said as we waited for the elevator.
“Sooo, who’s the lucky fella?” Donna asked. “It was a fella, right?”
“Yes!” I blushed. “Buzzcut, from the gym.”
“I knew it! Sooo, how was he?”
“He was a douche. A complete ass. Utterly presumptuous, and as far from relationship material as a man can be.”
Once inside the elevator, Donna said, “Annnnd, how was he?” Damn her.
“He was amazing!” I squealed. “Just awesome. I thought I’d never be able to walk again.”
“Good for you!” Donna said. “Did you get his number?” I bit my lip and shook my head no. My face burned red. “Oh, you are such a slut,” Donna said with a grin.
“I know!” I cried. “Isn’t it great? But…I can’t be doing this. I’m a responsible person. I run my own department. What would people think?”
“That you’re human.”
“Exactly. I can’t have that.”
“Well, at least you’ll be relaxed when you meet your new boss on Monday.” Donna held my bag as I unlocked my apartment door. “Jump in the shower and change your clothes. We’re going shopping, and we’re going to get you some new power-outfits for the office.” Donna plopped herself onto the couch. “And don’t forget to change your underwear, slut,” she said.
I blushed madly and replied, “I’m not wearing any.”
“Oh,” Donna gushed, “you ARE my hero.”
Shopping always made me feel better, and Saturday was no exception. I’d put on a little weight since I’d met Kevin, and he’d been a bit of a tightwad. It was nice to cut loose at the department store, end up with clothes that fit perfectly, and not have to worry about what Kevin would say. It was my money, anyway.
Saturday flew by, but Sunday dragged. I was alone all day Sunday, and alone time was not good for me. I kept thinking how stupid I’d been Friday night, and how Buzzcut could have been a serial killer. Buzzcut! I didn’t even
When Buzzcut pulled away, coming up for air, I cooed in his ear.
“Take me to your apartment,” I said.
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning I stumbled about his dark apartment, bumping into unpacked boxes and walking unsteadily. My basketball shorts were in the kitchen, and my sports-bra was on the balcony. Oh, God, I remembered being naked on the balcony, and…doing things. Woof! No more Mint Juleps for me, ever. I pulled my clothes on, all except for my panties, which Buzzcut seemed to have stolen, and headed out the door carrying my gym bag.
It was seven in the morning on a Saturday, and people were up and about. Even though it wasn’t like I was wearing an evening dress in the early morning, I felt like everyone was aware I was doing a walk of shame.
Buzzcut had been amazing in bed—no complaints there. Nevertheless, I felt worse than I did the night before. Everyone says to climb right back on the horse to take your mind off your departed lover, but that was bad advice. All I could think of as I skulked out of the Granary Building—the fanciest apartment building on the waterfront—was how I never had to skulk off after Kevin and I had a night of torrid sex. Of course, Kevin and I hadn’t had a night of torrid, legs pointed at the ceiling, arrhythmia inducing, forgetting-your-name sex in ages. Actually, Kevin and I never had a night of sex like that. But still, I never had to skulk.
Who was waiting outside my apartment building but Donna, two paper cups of coffee in hand. “Hey, girl,” Donna said with a smile. “Weren’t you wearing that outfit last night?”
“Shut up,” I said. I opened the door to my building and held it for Donna. “Give me one of those,” I said as we waited for the elevator.
“Sooo, who’s the lucky fella?” Donna asked. “It was a fella, right?”
“Yes!” I blushed. “Buzzcut, from the gym.”
“I knew it! Sooo, how was he?”
“He was a douche. A complete ass. Utterly presumptuous, and as far from relationship material as a man can be.”
Once inside the elevator, Donna said, “Annnnd, how was he?” Damn her.
“He was amazing!” I squealed. “Just awesome. I thought I’d never be able to walk again.”
“Good for you!” Donna said. “Did you get his number?” I bit my lip and shook my head no. My face burned red. “Oh, you are such a slut,” Donna said with a grin.
“I know!” I cried. “Isn’t it great? But…I can’t be doing this. I’m a responsible person. I run my own department. What would people think?”
“That you’re human.”
“Exactly. I can’t have that.”
“Well, at least you’ll be relaxed when you meet your new boss on Monday.” Donna held my bag as I unlocked my apartment door. “Jump in the shower and change your clothes. We’re going shopping, and we’re going to get you some new power-outfits for the office.” Donna plopped herself onto the couch. “And don’t forget to change your underwear, slut,” she said.
I blushed madly and replied, “I’m not wearing any.”
“Oh,” Donna gushed, “you ARE my hero.”
Shopping always made me feel better, and Saturday was no exception. I’d put on a little weight since I’d met Kevin, and he’d been a bit of a tightwad. It was nice to cut loose at the department store, end up with clothes that fit perfectly, and not have to worry about what Kevin would say. It was my money, anyway.
Saturday flew by, but Sunday dragged. I was alone all day Sunday, and alone time was not good for me. I kept thinking how stupid I’d been Friday night, and how Buzzcut could have been a serial killer. Buzzcut! I didn’t even
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