Free The Footballer's Designer Baby (A BWWM Pregnancy Romance) by Alexis Gold Page B

glass of Merlot and poured one for himself.
     
    “Thank you, baby.” She grinned at him, taking the glass and sipping it slowly, looking over the rim of it at him. She licked her lips and leaned over the counter, posturing herself so that all of her curves were much more pronounced. He noticed, and took a big gulp of his wine.
     
    “To what do I owe this surprise visit of yours, Amanda?” he asked, trying his best to sound nonchalant.
     
    “Oh, it’s just been a really long time since we’ve talked, and…” she stood up again and walked to him slowly, her eyes holding his almost in a trance, “I’ll be honest with you baby,” she lowered her voice to a silky smooth velvet whisper and placed her hand on his chest, slowly sliding her fingers over the buttons on his shirt and effectively giving him a heart attack, “I’ve missed you…” she looked up at him with her wide eyes and her sexy red pouting lips, “…so much.”
     
    Amanda moved her hand up and down the center of his shirt, and then reached up and loosened the tie that was around his neck, slowly sliding it open all the way and pulling it off of his neck, letting it drop from her fingers to the floor. He tried to remember how to breathe as he looked down at her and her scent filled his nostrils and his lungs, permeating him with an intoxicating air.
     
    A smile slowly spread across her face and she tilted her face up to his as her red painted nails slowly opened the top button on his shirt. “Remember how much fun we used to have, baby?” she giggled a little and slid her fingers to the next button, opening that one as well and running her nails down his chest in hard little lines to the next button. He stared at her, frozen to the spot.
     
    “There has never,” she said, slowly shaking her head, her eyes holding his, as she opened the next button down on his shirt and moved her hands down again, “ever been…” she pulled at the last button and slowly pushed his shirt open, sliding her fingers up his rock solid abs and sculpted chest, “any lover for me, that has loved me the way you do,” she said as she rubbed her fingertips over his nipples and bit her lower lip.
     
     
    He tried to speak but only managed to stammer for a moment, and she reached one red painted fingertip up and pressed it against his lips. “Shhh… don’t worry, baby, I know you’ve missed me too; I can tell just by the way you’re…” she looked down at his crotch and he wanted to melt into the floor, frustrated at his body for betraying his heart, “…reacting to me.” Her smile turned into a grin and she slid her hands around his face, and ran her thumb over his lips, pulling his lower lip down to open his mouth slightly.
     
    “Now, give us a kiss, for old times’ sake,”  she asked without really asking, pressing herself snugly against him and covering his mouth with hers, running her tongue over him  and sucking at him just a little. He moaned and for one moment, he didn’t move.
     
    But then he found himself reacting, as she had said, and then he was kissing her back, carefully at first, uncertain that it was what he wanted, but she pressed herself closer to him and kissed him more passionately and deeply, and he found himself spiraling in confusion and white hot flames, hungrily kissing her in return, grasping at her back, and pulling her tightly into him.
     
    His hands were clenched in her hair and at the back of her blouse and she kissed him harder, making him groan, and as his need for her grew, so did a rancid ball of fury and pain, right in the center of his stomach, and as his desire for her increased, so did the toxic ball in the pit of him, blending with the desire and lust, until it overtook him and he shoved her away from him and gasped, trying to catch his breath and his thoughts. He looked away from her and stared at the floor.
     
    “What’s the matter, baby?” she asked, coming to him and running her hands over his