Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(68)

“Okay then, just relax. You’re going to enjoy this. I never disappoint my lovers.”

Lovers! Clarice thought. Of course Anton would have previous lovers. He wasn’t in love with her. She just wanted his sperm. So why did she feel like smashing his head against the headboard and stomping on his body until he yelled for mercy? Still, even if her heart wanted to do just that, it did irk her that she found out too late that he had previous lovers when she thought he was a pure man.

A bit too late now to turn back the clock since you’re already in the middle of doing it.

Oh, what the hell? What was Anton doing now, feeling her hips? This was just too much. Way too much for her to handle. She could hardly breathe, and her heart was beating so loud she was sure even the people downstairs could hear it. When was this seduction going to finish and the transaction going to take place? She didn’t know how much longer she would last at the rate she was going now. Anton was still feeling her lips, collarbone, hips, and her forbidden canal. It was driving her crazy. And her heart was doing that stupid crazy dance again.

“Just do it,” Clarice puffed when Hunter’s finger drove deeper into her core. She was twisting all over.

“All right, baby, but let me just get the condom out first,” he said, getting off her again, but he was caught by Clarice before he could move.

“Condoms? No, no condoms,” Clarice yelled. If Anton wore his condom, how was she going to get that sperm? This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She couldn’t afford to lose that sperm.

“But, baby, I practice safe sex,” Hunter said.

“I… I already take contraception so it’s fine,” she lied. If Anton could see her now, her face would bloom redder than a tomato.

“I think it would still be safer to wear a condom.” Hunter stood his ground.

“Please, I’m desperate. I want you now,” Clarice said, and because it felt like Anton wouldn’t budge, she pulled him over her body again and kissed him on the lips.

Dear Lord, how could she say this? Clarice was mortified with herself. But for the sake of her baby, she must let Anton forget all about the condom.

“If you’re sure, baby, then here goes. Hold on tight because I’m gonna give you a ride you will never forget,” Hunter said, then laced Clarice’s fingers together around his neck, making sure she had a firm grip. Then he plunged in. And Clarice felt her breath knocked out yet again.

“Baby, are you okay?” Hunter asked in concern. “You’re so tight. Do you want me to take it out?”

“No!” Clarice shouted in Hunter’s ear. If Anton took it out now, then how was she to make sure his sperm travelled all the way to her egg?

“Just do what you have to do,” Clarice demanded through gritted teeth, bearing the pain and all. Dear Lord, how could people enjoy sex? The process itself was so painful. But she must endure this for the sake of her baby.

“All right, baby, here goes.” Then Hunter started to move forward, slowly pushing in and out. Each time Hunter moved, she felt a little tension release. Then when his “snake” was all in, he started the process all over again, but this time instead of pain, there was a tingling mixture of pleasure. A little butterfly started fluttering around in her stomach and with more movements, there were more butterflies.

Clarice closed her eyes, too embarrassed and shy for feeling this way. The pain, the thrill, the excitement were all centered on that spot. Even the painting of the rose petals displayed on the wall seemed to hide itself shyly from the low beam of light when both the occupants had their bodies locked in their tight embrace.