Page 25 of Billionaire Enemy's Baby
Damn it, I really lost myself for a moment there.
Not good. I shouldn’t do that around my daughter.
“Oh, sorry, sweetheart.” I get to my feet, realizing that we’ve just finished her bedtime story and it’s time for her to get some sleep. “I’m just a little bit tired, it’s been a busy week at work. I bet you’ve had a busy time at school, am I right?”
“Yes, but I’m enjoying it as well. I like school and all my friends.”
A giant smile spreads across my face. At least she’s having a good time. I might be all confused and worked up, but if Mya’s having a great time then that’s all I need to worry about. I can’t be too upset about what’s going on in my own life if my daughter is okay.
This is who I need to be worrying about, not Josh who has no freaking clue. Anger rises up within me once more, but I shove it down to say goodnight to my daughter. I give her one last hug, kiss her on the top of her head, and edge my way out the door, pausing only to watch her drifting off to sleep for a couple of moments. Once she’s got her eyes shut, I flick off the light and let out a sigh of dismay. I really am disappointed in myself for everything that’s happened.
Being with Mya and seeing the gorgeous little girl who Josh rejected weighs heavily on me. I know he’s never met her, so he has no idea what he’s missing out on, but he has to be curious, right? It’s just so awkward that he never mentions her. I just don’t know what he wants from me. Does he think I should be the one to bring her up? I won’t, I have been there the whole time, all the way through Mya’s life. Hehasto be the one to speak.
“I need a bubble bath,” I murmur to myself as I head into the bathroom. “It has been a day.”
I flick the tap on and watch idly as the bath fills up, my head spinning off in a million different directions all over again. But my thoughts always zip back to the same thing.
Tohim.
Much as I’m confused about the way he’s been acting; I also really do need to consider the way I react to him. I haven’t exactly had time to think about dating. Especially not as a young single mom in the same town I’ve grown up in. It hasn’t helped that I haven’t met anyone quite like Josh. No one has impacted me like Josh. I don’t know if that’s the real reason I’m so stuck on him still. Because I developed feelings for him at such a young age, and then he became the father of my child.
Maybe it really isn’t anything to do with him as a person after all.
But when I think back to the moment that he had his hands on my thighs and he was working his fingers up my legs, sending one hell of a shudder down my spine, I know it’s more than that. I hate him, but annoyingly I’m still attracted to him. There’s a part of me that still wants him.
By the time I peel off my clothing to climb into the bath, I might as well be growling. I can keep on hoping that Josh goes to New York or wherever and leaves me alone, but until Iknowthat’s happened, I won’t be able to relax again. Who knows if he will come back to the office to torment me some more? I wouldn’t put it passed him. He definitely enjoyed it.
I let out a little groan as I sink into the water. Knowing that Mya is super tired and likely to be snoring already means I can relax, I don’t need to worry about her waking up and needing me, so I can try and sort everything else out in my head instead.
Of course that floods my brain with images of Josh all over again, making my heart race with the sort of excitement that I definitely don’t want to feel over him. The bubbles of delight spread from my stomach all the way through my body, until my fingertips are itching to feel me. The sensation of his breath on my lips waswaytoo electric, and he knew it.
That’s why he kept doing it, wasn’t it? Trying to make me lean in to kiss him.
And I did, because ofcourseI did. Apparently, I don’t have any self-control around him at all. If Wyatt hadn’t walked into the office when he did, then I don’t know what would have happened. I’m pretty sure things would have gotten out of hand.
My imagination gets carried away with me as I trickle my eager fingers down my throat and over my breasts. My nipples stand to attention as I graze lightly past them, setting my body on fire.
Not quite in the intense way that he did, but enough.
“Oh God,” I moan, stirring in the water.
I’m throbbing. I think I might have been like this all afternoon. I just hope that no one in the office noticed.
By the time my hands are over my thighs, tracing the same areas that he did beforehand, I put myself mentally back in that office, back in his presence, under his spell and in his control once more. It’s his fingers, not mine, touching me. Only this time they don’t stop. No one interrupts us as there isn’t any reason for his lipsnotto meet mine.
I know he’s a good kisser. I mean, if he was when I was in high school, then practice will have only made him perfect. With my eyes closed, it’s easy to feel his lips against mine, devouring me, claiming me as his fingers prize my legs apart to head towards where I am absolutely aching for him. He’s whispering all kinds of imaginary things into my ear. It doesn’t matter what he’s saying, I wouldn’t even be paying attention if this were really happening because I just know his words would be hot as hell, and that’s enough.
“I want him,” I moan to myself as I slowly, gently massage my throbbing clit. “I need him.”
It’s him, it’s all him as my fingers plunge within me, spearing me. I can almost feel the weight of his body on top of me as I touch myself under the bubbles, picturing him slowly slipping inside of me, causing my body to stretch around him.
I would be so familiar, but brand new as well. An experience that really makes my body scream with need. The faster I stroke myself, the deeper I imagine him burying himself inside of me. Each thrust sends me closer and closer to the edge until I really can’t handle it anymore.
“I fucking hate you, Josh,” I whisper as my body tenses up. “You are the worst.”
But hating him doesn’t stop the orgasm from raining down on me. it doesn’t stop the pleasure from sweeping through my body, causing me to buck and writhe, splashing water all over the bathroom floor. Not that I care, all I can think about is how much I hate Josh, while also wanting desperately to fuck his brains out at the same time.
What is that? It’s so confusing. I really donotneed to be confused.
