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  “Oh fuck.” My tongue flickers out of my mouth, brushing over her clit. “You are so addictive.”

  I circle it around her again and again, loving the way that her back arches and she rolls herself over me, claiming more. I want her to fuck my mouth, to get what she needs from me, I need her to crumble with bliss. So, as she soaks my lips and she glides back and forth over my tongue, I try to match her pace. I do what I can to make sure that I give her everything that she needs and more.

  “Shit, that feels so good,” she rasps, her voice gravelly with need. “It’s too much, I…”

  Just as she is about to tell me to stop because it’s getting too much for her, I yank my tongue away from her clit and plunge it in to her. I massage her insides with my rough tongue, keeping her teetering on the knife edge of desire. I know how good the moment of anticipation feels before falling over the edge, and I want to keep her there for as long as I can. When the pleasure crashes through her, I want it to be the most intense thing possible.

  “I want you,” Zoe cries out as her head tosses back. “I want you to fuck me already. Come here.”

  Taking far more of a command than I would ever expect her too, she tucks her hands under my arm pits and lifts me to my feet. My mouth connects with hers, and we kiss wildly and passionately. She tastes herself on my lips and she seems to love it. Just as much as I really like her taking control of me.

  “Lie down,” she commands. “I want you to lie down.”

  I’m not going to argue with that, so I do exactly as she commands, and I wait impatiently while she takes her sweet ass time undressing me. The sensation of her fingers all over my skin makes my cock harder and more desperate to be inside of her already. If she isn’t careful, then I’m going to explode right here. I’m already a raw fucking mess, losing my head over this woman. I don’t know how much longer I can hold it in.

  “You’re so big,” she gasps as she touches me, making me jerky violently. “God, Wesley, it’s too much.”

  “Well, you sure as hell seem to like it,” I reply cheekily with a wink. “So, will you stop teasing me already?”

  “Fine.” She swings her leg across me and straddles me. I’m not quite inside of her yet, I can just about feel her soaking wet entrance begging me to bury myself in, but we aren’t there just yet. “This okay?”

  I grab her hips hungrily. “Not enough. Not yet. I want you so badly, Zoe.”

  “Sit up,” she demands. “Sit up and then I will give you what you want.”

  I pull myself up and admire her perky round breasts right in my face. I kiss her all over, pressing my mouth wherever I can, while she finally slips herself all the way over me, her folds consuming me whole. My heart thunders so hard I fear that it might explode or break through from my chest. The tighter that her walls clamp around me, the less control I have of myself. Zoe clings to my shoulders and she thrusts, slowly at first, carefully, as if she is trying to work out how much she can handle and what she likes, but she soon picks up the pace as her body reacts in the right way. She eagerly angles herself to claim her own pleasure, and that’s the hottest thing ever. Seeing her do what she needs to, makes it impossible for me to not lose my mind. The pressure is building, the pleasure is coming for me, and the moment that the orgasm crashes through her body and her walls clamp tightly around me, I erupt like a fucking volcano, losing myself in her hot flushed body…

  Eventually, once we are both drained, we collapse next to one another panting desperately. The post orgasmic bliss swims around us, leaving in complete pleasure for just a few more moments. Sharing this moment with Zoe is lovely, as is the feeling that I want to stay. I have run away from every other woman that I’ve shared a bed with before, but Zoe is completely different. I love sticking by her side, it’s crazy.

  “Zoe, I…” I turn on my side to talk to her, to check that she is feeling the same way too, but I’m confronted by the sight of her sleeping. Not just sleeping but resting like an absolute angel. She looks even more beautiful like this, all peaceful and with no worries what so ever. I can’t stop myself from staring at her.

  Don’t move too fast, I warn myself. Don’t fall too hard too soon.

  Just because we are having a baby, doesn’t mean we can move too quickly. I can’t forget that it isn’t really that long ago that she was going to marry someone else. If that man had turned up at the altar then she would be with him, maybe carrying his baby. So, I need to really keep my feelings a little bit in check. Even if they are there, I need to do what I can to keep them to myself so that I don’t pile the pressure on.

  Zoe Portwood has been through enough. I need to make her life easier and nicer, not harder.

  But that doesn’t mean that I can’t picture a little bundle of joy in Zoe’s arms, that I can’t think about what our future might be like if we let it. It doesn’t terrify me quite so much so consider an actual future with her where we really do fall in love and we do things properly. Hey, maybe the next time she is at the other end of an altar, I will be the one waiting for her. And I will sure as hell turn up. I wouldn’t be a coward like him.

  “Me and you can do this,” I whisper as I stroke her hair too lightly to actually wake her up. “It might be the craziest thing ever for me and you to be in this place, but it’s good as well.”

  She’s a living proof that I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, that opposites can attract, and that we can make anything work if we want to enough. Lying here with her is the happiest that I have been in a very long time. I feel at peace, like I am finally making the right decisions for my future. I don’t know if it has ever been that way before for me. It’s really good, I’m enjoying it a lot. I don’t think anything can wreck this now.

  Chapter Ten

  Zoe

  Hannah is talking about me; I can feel it. Actually, I can see it since she isn’t exactly being discrete about shooting her eyes my way. I can guess what she is saying as well. She will be over there gossiping about me and Wesley, trying to work out what is going on. Everyone has noticed the change between us now, and for it to come at a time when we are both up for the same promotion… well, it’s scandalous, I’m sure.

  Thankfully, whatever they may or may not know, whatever they might be speculating, they don’t know the truth. That me and him are having a surprise baby and that over the last week or so, we have been growing closer every single day. He really isn’t the person that he first made himself out to be, he isn’t the man who h’s as competed with me and treated me like shit for all this time, he’s a really nice good person who manages to make me feel good about myself as well. Even Grandma has noticed a difference in me. She doesn’t know what has caused it, but she is happy that I seem to be in a much better place.

  And who knows… maybe I will even take Wesley to meet her eventually if things keep on going the way that they are. I wouldn’t do that for just anyone, but it seems like he might become truly special to me. After the initial shock, he has really stepped up to become the father to be that I need. A supportive man on my arm.

  If people have figured out that we’re together, then so be it. I really don’t mind. I’m not going to go out here and tell anyone unless they ask, but I don’t mind them knowing either. This is shockingly the best thing to ever happen to me and I don’t mind who knows about it at all. Even Little Miss Gossip, Hannah.

  “Okay, everyone.” Andy’s voice grabs the attention of everyone. He isn’t a loud man, but he has this way of capturing the focus of everyone without even trying. “It’s time for the announcement. I’m sure you have all been waiting for it. Old Bill left us at the beginning of this week, so it’s time to find his replacement.”

  I knew that Andy had been interviewing external candidates all week long, but I wasn’t expecting the news to come this soon. It will be good though because although me and Wesley haven’t talked about the promotion ever since that conversation we had at my desk, I can still feel the presence of it. I want it to be over and for him t
o get the job so that the slight tension hanging over us can go and we can get back to us.

  “Well, don’t all just sit there staring at me,” Andy laughs. “Come in to the conference room so that we can do this properly. Aren’t you all excited to find out who will be joining the board of directors?”

  Chatter bursts around the room, as we all head towards the conference room. I block out any words because I don’t want to hear any of them, especially the ones directed at me or about me. Instead I search for Wesley because I want to shoot him a congratulations smile before we even get in there. The choice is obvious to me, there aren’t any other candidates as good as he is, but as I finally find him all I see is nerves.

  I clutch on to my chest as that expression gets to me. All I want to do is throw my arms around him to tell him that everything is going to be okay, but I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I can’t get close enough to him. Everyone else seems desperate to surround him first. Me too, almost as if they want to be the first person to congratulate us and begin treating us differently because we are now in charge and in the position to do something about their behavior. Urgh, this is why being the boss wouldn’t ever suit me. I am definitely not down for that.

  Andy stands at the head of the table as the rest of us crowd around it expectantly. This feels a bit much to me, I kinda think that Andy could just tell the person that they have the job without it being a big charade, but I suppose I have to appreciate that at least he always wants to make people feel good about the job that they have done. You can’t not feel appreciated in this role, at least not by Andy.

  “Thank you all for giving me the time,” he declares while looking around the room. “I know that you’re busy at the moment, but I think it’s important for us to properly acknowledge the person who is going to take over Old Bill. This hasn’t been an easy decision for me. Not only because we have a lot of great people internally, but because we had a lot of great external applications as well. When I finally settled on the decision, I wanted it to be the right one, and now I’m sure that I have. I just know this person will do a great job. I have chosen the person who relates to the other staff better, who has great organizational skills, and knows the company inside and out.”

  Some people look at me, but most are looking at Wesley, me included. It has to be him, everything that Andy is saying relates to him. Any minute now his name will be called, and everything will be amazing. We can celebrate, maybe even go out for the night to do something special for him, then have another incredible night just me and him… ooh, I actually like the idea of us getting dressed up and having a special date night. We haven’t really done that yet, we have mostly spent our time inside, in bed, but since he has been made the manager, why shouldn’t we have a nice dinner or something? No champagne of course, well for me anyway, but drinks…

  A shiver runs up and down my spine as I get a renewed boost of energy. This is going to be amazing.

  “So, without further ado, I am going to announce the new manager…” Andy pauses for dramatic effect. “Let’s all give a big hand for the most deserving candidate…” God, he’s hamming it up now! “Zoe Portwood.”

  There are cheers, whooping, and clapping, but it all feels pin holed, like it’s happening in another room somewhere, nowhere near me, not connected to me at all. Like I’m floating up high. I mean, what the hell is that about? I don’t even want the manager job, nor would I be any good at it. I haven’t shown any indication that this is what I would want, but I have it. Over the candidate who would be perfect for the job.

  I clutch on to my belly as the ice cold shock claims me. I can’t even process this, never mind react to it in the right way, this feels all wrong. It isn’t supposed to be this way. Right now, I have enough going on. I don’t need it to be made worse by this. This will all be a pressure that I just don’t want.

  “Why?” I gasp out, unsure if I am even making myself heard. “Why would you pick me for it?”

  “Just take it,” Hannah growls in to my ear. “You have been chosen for a reason.”

  I can’t help but wonder if she has anything to do with this. I don’t know what her relationship with Andy is like, but I know that it would work better for her if I had the job rather than Wesley. It would mean that she would be able to get away with more. At least in her mind. But if I ask her it will just seem like it’s my self-doubt creeping up. Like I don’t think I deserve the job which isn’t it… at least, I don’t think it is.

  As I finally drag my eyes off the floor, I notice that everyone is clapping me. They all look pleased for me to have the job, and I can’t help but be a little pleased about that. Whatever I feel inside, it’s nice to be accepted and liked for who I am and respected for what I can do. At least people here appreciate me.

  “Well done, Zoe,” someone says while patting me on the back. “You deserve it.”

  “She certainly does,” Andy continues. “And I am sure that we will all help her out and treat her with the respect that she deserves while she gets used to this role. Just know that we are all here for you, Zoe, if you need any help or have any questions, then my office door is always opened for you. And if anyone else would like to have a discussion about anything, then the same applies. I want this to be a happy and productive office.”

  I nod slowly, gratefully accepting his help which I’m pretty sure that I will need, and I look around at everyone else. Compliments and offers fly my way which make me smile, but there is something that doesn’t quite feel right. Something that is off, and I kind of already know what it is. That’s why I haven’t looked at him yet.

  Wesley was funny with me over the mere idea of us being up against one another. He made a point of letting me know how much he wants the position, so I can only imagine now that he’s in pain. And not only in pain, but his male pride will be hurt as well. He isn’t going to like this at all.

  Oh God. He isn’t even looking at me. That’s the worst part. He won’t even meet my eyes. He certainly isn’t one of the people clapping and cheering for me, which makes me feel absolutely dreadful. Guilt washes over me like a tidal wave. I have taken something from him that he really wants… and I don’t want it…

  How can I make this up to him? I think desperately. How can I make this right?

  Although it wasn’t really me who took it from him, was it? It was Andy. Wesley knows that I wouldn’t be the one to make that choice. I made it more than clear that I didn’t want the promotion and I haven’t shown any signs of going for it, so logically he can’t really be angry at me, can he? I haven’t done anything wrong. It’s unfair that I should be the one to make it up to him. That’s Andy’s fault. I mean, a moment ago I was wondering how I could celebrate him and make his night amazing to congratulate him for getting the job that I was up for as well, I wanted to take him out on a nice date so we could make him feel good, so why can’t he get over the disappointment and do the same for me? Is the competition really that important to him? More important than us and what we have been through together? More important than our baby?

  Finally, he senses my gaze upon him, and he turns his head to meet my eyes, but the mask is firmly back on and in place. This isn’t the Wesley that I have been getting to know at all. This is the cold bastard who likes to make the lives of others hell, and that has always included me. Is that what we’re going back to now? Enemies again because of this? That has to be a God damn joke.

  Now, I am absolutely fuming. I’m raging at him and I hope that he knows it.

  Chapter Eleven

  Wesley

  ‘She has even faked pregnancies before. Hannah told me. She will do anything to get to the top.’

  Court has been in my ear all day long, telling me that I am wrong about Zoe, letting me know about all of the things that she is willing to do to take me down, to make sure that she climbs above me in the work place. Of course I haven’t wanted to listen to him, I know that he can get carried away with drama from time to time, but as I look at Z
oe now all I can see is a stranger. It feels like everything we have shared is a lie. Absolutely all of it. The baby, the dating, the falling for one another… it was all a part of her stupid big plan. Maybe.

  Could Hannah be right? I mean, she is her best friend in the office, they do seem to share a lot. Hannah is definitely a manipulator who I wouldn’t put anything passed, so f Zoe is her friend then maybe she is the same. I could be blinded to her because of my feelings, which is exactly what Court has told me that she wants. Zoe wanted me distracted so she could work Andy and make sure that she got the job that I want.

  I hated her; I remind myself. My instincts are usually right. I should have stuck with my gut…

  But I didn’t. I got sucked in to Zoe’s game. The moment that she told me she was pregnant with my baby; I fell under her spell. Maybe I fell in to it the moment that we had sex. Perhaps that was all a part of this plan as well. She was so tight with Old Bill, she could have known that he was retiring a long time before anyone else. Perhaps she even made up the wedding because of it. A fake fiancé that left her at the altar, a pretended virginity that she gave to me in exchange for a baby that isn’t real… then a relationship to keep me distracted.

  It seems extreme, but in the cut throat business world people will do anything to get to the top. Anything. Including lying and making enough shit up to ruin someone’s life. I just trusted her, didn’t I? I never even saw a pregnancy test or anything, I simply took her blindly at her word, which might have been a mistake. I probably should have asked for evidence for all of it rather than being a dumb ass soppy bastard for her.

  What sort of idiot was I? I want to go back in time and punch myself for being so utterly foolish.