I’m torn between feeling absolutely embarrassed as hell and feeling like I just did something to be proud of.

If Jenna—or any of my other cousins were to hear what just happened—they’d die. Okay, so they wouldn’t die, but they’d turn green with envy.

I mean, I don’t think any of them have ever done anything as kinky as letting their doting husbands finger fuck them in public.

Speaking of which…did I really just do that?

I bite my bottom lip. The pain shooting through me is real, so it definitely isn’t a dream. But holy hell, what came over me?

Where’s the good girl Rose who would never do anything so daring and outrageous?

I shake my head, but I can’t help being giddy with excitement.

It’s not as if being the good girl is something to brag about—especially if being good means being boring.

Am I boring?

I frown, wondering.

Daniel stops in front of the elevator and presses the button for our floor. Our eyes meet, and I feel a little like a movie star. It’s not every day that I get whisked away to a five-star ultra-luxury beach resort where my date is the owner.

Date...Is that even the correct word?

Is he my date, or is he something else? Technically, we aren’t dating. I mean this is supposed to be a business arrangement, isn’t it?

A business arrangement...but that sounds too odd for words, too. How can having a baby be a business arrangement?

Images of dirty diapers, messy babies, and tantrums come to mind. I think it’s going to be far from business, which is white shirts, contracts, and meetings over coffee or long lunches.

Is it also the warmth of his lips on the side of my head, rousing me from my wayward thoughts? This is hardly the moment to be debating our arrangement—what to call it and how to classify it.

Early days, Rose, I remind myself.

I mean, I might find Daniel totally intolerable by the morning. I might decide this baby bargain was a fucking terrible idea.

Somehow, I know I won’t, though.

Gently, he pushes me into the open elevator and keeps his arm wrapped around me.

I see another couple approach, but they hesitate and the doors slide shut. Thank fuck.

Daniel turns me toward him immediately and his mouth melts into mine like chocolate on my tongue.

My hands slide down the back of his pants, and I pull him toward me.

Briefly, I wonder if we’re going to have elevator sex. I’ve never done it in an elevator, and the idea has me gushing all over again. Come to think of it, I haven’t done it many places at all.

When Daniel thrusts his hips toward me, I’m tempted to just open his zipper and free his locked up cock and drop to my knees to worship it, but there’s a little jolt and we come to a sudden stop.

A huge part of me hopes that we’ve broken down so that we can live out my new fantasy of fucking in an elevator, waiting to be rescued.

But instead of lifting my dress to get to my pussy, Daniel moves away from me and leads me out the door.

Okay, well, maybe we’ll fuck in the elevator another time. I’m sure that whatever we do next, it will be just as mind-blowing as everything else we’ve done so far.

He opens the door to our penthouse suite, and I suck in my breath as I’m confronted with insanely over-the-top luxury.

The hallway leads to a huge living room with a red leather lounge, massive windows that capture the view of the ocean and a huge fireplace that takes up an entire wall.

On the ornate wooden coffee table rests a silver bucket with ice and a bottle of champagne, along with two tall gold-rimmed glasses. There’s a bunch of chocolate-dipped fruits there as well.

At first glance, I thought it was a rather exotic bunch of flowers, but on closer inspection, it’s fruit dipped in white, dark, and milk chocolate.

Daniel takes one of the strawberries and holds it to my mouth. I take it from him with my teeth. Then I lick his finger and release it with a loud pop.

Our eyes lock. He picks another piece of fruit and offers it to me again. While he keeps feeding me, I undo the zipper of my dress and let it slide down my shoulders.

A little strawberry juice runs down my chin, and Daniel leans forward to lick it off me. His hands find the back of my bra and unhook it.

My breasts bounce up and down when they’re freed. The sensation of Daniel’s eyes on me and the fresh air on my tingling skin leaves me feeling overwhelmed and needy.

I watch him take off the lid of a small round container. Then he dips his finger into it.

Mesmerized, I watch as he now holds up his chocolate-covered finger. He leans forward and smears it onto my already rock-hard nipples. Holy shit.

“Now that’s a bit sticky,” I mumble, almost incoherent with the lust rocketing through me, and watch him repeat his actions.

Daniel grins. “I promise to lick it all off.”

He shoves me gently onto the couch. He pulls the dress away and actually fucking rips my thong right off me. Then, he draws a chocolate line from nipple to nipple and down to my throbbing, waiting pussy.

Oh god, this man really knows how to drive a woman insane. My body feels like it’s on fire, the flames licking my pussy, the back of my head, and my insides.

My skin burns with desire, and my pussy aches for Daniel to touch it—fingers, tongue, cock, I don’t fucking care as long as he relieves some of this tension building inside me.

I arch my lower back and thrust my pelvis toward his finger.

But Daniel isn’t done. He keeps dipping into the chocolate and painting my body as if I’m the canvas and he’s the artist.

If he doesn’t fuck me soon or do something other than cover me in chocolate, I swear I’ll go mad. How much teasing can a body stand?

As if having read my mind, he finally makes his move.

I feel his tongue lick at my belly button. From there, he moves up to my nipples. His mouth engulfs first the left and then the right.

Stars appear in front of my eyes, and my head spins. I can’t think straight anymore, and I’m not even sure I’ll still remember my own name after this.

Could you lose your mind from too much pleasure?

If so, I don’t recall having read about it. Since you can read all kinds of useless shit on the internet, and I haven’t read about anyone losing his or her marbles from too much pleasure, it can’t be possible. But I might be the first.

By now Daniel’s tongue and mouth are working away at my belly and lower abdomen.

“Daniel, please, just fuck me already,” I beg. I’m surprised at my own language and behavior.

Before him, I have neither used the word ‘fuck’ during sex nor thought it. And I would never have begged a guy like this.

Of course, Daniel isn’t just any guy. He’s a fucking magician with his hands, tongue, and mouth. But what I really want is his big, thick cock inside my throbbing pussy.

Daniel responds to my request by burying his nose into my wetness. His tongue starts work away at my clit and then pushes into me.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” I screech and lift my ass off the couch to meet his tongue.

By now, that fire Daniel ignited in me earlier is burning so brightly I fear it might consume me completely.

When his hands find my ass, I lose complete control of my senses. It’s as if I’ve jumped off a cliff and am now floating on clouds.

His tongue darts merciless in and out of my pulsing, throbbing, drenched pussy.

O. M. G.

He’s going to make me come again. And he hasn’t even used his cock yet. How many orgasms can I have in one afternoon? How many can you have before exhaustion and the inability to have any more set in?

I think Daniel’s determined to find out.

“Oh, Daaaaaaannniiiiieeel,” I scream and dig my fingernails into his shoulders.

This orgasm is going to be even bigger than the one over lunch. I can feel the tingling sensation start in my groin before exploding in a decadently violent spasm, spreading through me.

The walls of my pussy contract and massage his tongue as it continues to mercilessly dart in and out of me.

When my body convulses, and the waves of pleasure wash over me again and again, I close my eyes and think there is no way I can survive this all-consuming bliss.

Although I’m a little too young to die, I resign myself to my fate because one thing is certain: I don’t want Daniel to stop.

After the orgasm subsides, I watch him take off his pants and place a small foil packet within arm’s reach. Naked in all his perfect Greek-god glory, he faces me.

His bouncing cock looks ready for action. I sit up, ready to feast on his massive dick.

After the way he just made me feel, I’m ready to return the favor. I lick my lips, eager to finally get a taste of him.