Fuck.

I can’t let him go.

I never thought the training for that stiletto heels charity marathon Lacy Desirables threw for breast cancer research would pay off once I was across the finish line.

Today, it's my saving grace. Zane has long legs and quick, confident strides. By comparison, there's only so fast a girl like me can trot in six-inch heels and a pencil skirt.

For once, I'm glad that the fucking elevators in this building run so goddamn slow.

"Zane! Wait!" I call out, bursting through the door between the hall to the CEO suite and my front lobby.

I frame myself in the doorway, chest heaving as the elevator doors ding open. Agonizingly slowly, Zane turns, straightening his suit jacket and looking smug.

"Something more you need, Piper?"

My hair hangs down around my shoulders in a waterfall of golden waves since I let it out of my practical lady boss updo. My lips are plump and painted the sexiest red of the new Lacy Desirables lipstick line as I take my lower lip between my teeth.

"Yes," I say, barely fucking holding it together. "Yes, Zane, I think there is."

And he can see it, too. Hell, anyone can see it.

Fucking Sarah can see it, and I'm so blind with horniness that I didn't even notice she was at the front desk until she pipes up.

"Should I hold your calls, Ms. Stewart?" she asks. She's biting her own lower lip while she looks between Zane and I with a knowing gaze of awe. I would prefer that she do a better job of reeling it in.

"I think that would be wise," Zane says, striding forward and loosening his tie.

Christ. Usually, I find Gucci tacky, but on Zane Tanner, it's actually growing on me.

A glance at his Gucci slacks quickly tells me that Zane's overpriced taste in men's fashion isn't the only thing growing on me.

To the credit of his tailor, those fucking pants must be reinforced. Because the way that Zane's thickening erection is straining against them, I'm lucky that by the time I get Zane back to my office, his cock doesn't tear right through them and land hard and heavy right on top of my desk.

"I knew you'd come around," Zane says with cocky smile as I close the door behind me.

The lock turns beneath my fingers with a small click, and we're alone.

"It's not my coming you should be concerning yourself with right now." I lick my lips, not even bothering to disguise my stare. "It's yours."

"Wordplay," Zane laughs. "That’s fucking cheeky of you, Piper."

His fingers wrap around the leather strap of his belt promisingly, and my mouth goes so wet I'm practically drooling.

"That's right," I say. "Get your fucking pants off."

"Is that in the contract?" Zane asks. His eyes slide across my desk until they land on the crisp white sheets of paper and our two signatures affixed there, stacked on top of each other on their respective lines.

"Actually, yes." I reach up to my blouse and pop a button open. My tits heave, relaxing slightly as they're released to be as full and heavy as they've always wanted to be.

"See, here's the thing, Piper," Zane says. "Your contract is fine. Whatever. I've signed it. I've agreed. To all your wacky, insane, sluttly little baby-crazy terms and conditions. Every single one."

He's toying with his belt in a way that's so tantalizing, it's fucking cruel. But the thing is, seeing him like this...all hot and powerful and suddenly in control…

It's making me so wet, I can hardly think straight.

"Good," I finally respond. "Then you'll understand why I'm going to need you to get your fucking pants off. Immediately, Zane."

"Ah," he smirks. "And I will. But first, I have some uh…how did you put it, baby? Some terms and conditions of my own."

"You should have negotiated those before you signed," I say, which is fucking true and he damn well knows it. We both sign contracts, run negotiations, wheel and deal like we’re made for agreements like this.

But my voice sounds less confident than I mean it too. It's softer. Sweeter. A little bit in awe.

A second ago, I was all in a head-rush with what felt a lot like infinite power. Total control. Not only of my body, my life, my narrative and my desire to make Zane Tanner's baby mine, but Zane Tanner as well.

I know I've got a bit of a submissive streak, but no woman in her right mind would turn down a chance to have Zane Tanner's huge fucking cock at her beck and call, and now he's mine.

Or he should be. He's supposed to be.

Only, from the way he's looking at me right now, it looks a hell of a lot like he's an entity beyond my control.

Shit. I shouldn't have shown my hand.

I should have just told my wet, greedy cunt no, just this once, and let him walk out that door.

But instead, I chose to give in. Now, Zane is beckoning me over with a twitch of his index finger, and my horny ass is just fucking walking towards him like I'm in some kind of hypnotist’s trance.

"Ask me what I want from you in return, Piper." He runs his thumb across my lower lip, and I fucking melt.

"What?" I ask in a daze. "What do you want?"

"Mmm," he purrs. "I'm glad you asked."

His fingers trail from my lips to my jawline, tracing it down the long line of my neck. Idly, he takes one of my blonde waves between his fingers, admiring the color in the light.

Then, his hand is on my shoulder, shoving me to my knees. They buckle under pressure, and suddenly I'm glad I sprung for the plush, dense designer rug that I've placed in the space before my desk.

"You're a slut, Piper," Zane says down to me. He reaches down to take my chin between his index finger and thumb, then turns my gaze up to meet his. "I've always suspected as much. An ice queen like yourself...I fucking knew you had to have more kinks and sexual hang-ups than anyone could ever manage to keep locked away in one closet. At least, not for very long."

Ugh. It's not that he's wrong, it's that I hate when he's right. Worse, I hate how fucking good he looks when he's doing it. Being right puts a look on Zane Tanner's face like a cat with a bowl full of cream.

And I'm supposed to be the one with a bowl full of cream in this scenario, dammit!

"Then, the other night in the limo…Well."

He laughs, like our brief little affair while his driver circled Central Park has become some kind of inside joke.

"I think we both felt the chemistry between us. That shit's undeniable, Piper. I fucking know you felt it too, or else you wouldn't have called me in here with these fucking baby demands of yours. You wouldn't have written up your little contract, and you wouldn't have thought up all these cute little ways to put a call button on my fucking dick. Although," he admits, "The fuzzy handcuffs were a nice touch."

Zane is monologuing like a fucking supervillain. It should be pissing me off, being talked down to while I'm on my knees on the floor of my own fucking office. Hell, maybe it is.

But it's the kind of pissed off that ends with my nails biting into his back. With so much of his cum pumping inside me that it gushes out of my cunt and I have to buy a new designer rug.

"Get to the point, Zane," I say.

I'm trying to sound annoyed. I really am. But instead, it comes out over-eager, which is exactly the problem here.

While Zane is having his little ego trip, the shit he's saying is literally making me so wet that I can feel my honey soaking right through my panties and beginning to drip down my thighs.

"The point is, Piper, I want you. You've got a hot little body and a pretty little face, you suck cock like a dream, and I think you and I could have a lot of fun together."

"Gee," I sneer. "You're making me blush."

"So, I'll do what you want," Zane continues. "I'll pump you as full of my huge fucking load as that slutty little heart of yours desires. As much as your little whore cunt can handle. You have this cock on demand, baby. Fuck, your special brand of crazy must be infectious, because I might even like the idea."

"So what's the catch?" I ask, licking my lips again. With all this lip-licking, I'm glad our upcoming lipstick line will be called Blowjob Proof. Something needs to be able available specifically for moments like this.

In answer, Zane twists my hair up in a fist, turns my head to the side and shoves my face against his hard, thick cock through his slacks.

"You're the catch, Piper, baby." He grinds his cock against my cheek, his voice a low growl. "See, I don't fucking like being told what to do. Not by women, not by men, not by you. Not by anyone."

Son of a bitch. I can feel his precum leaking through the expensive cloth of his slacks already. It's warm, wet and sticky against my cheekbone. I fucking wish it was against my tongue instead.

"You can pick the time. The place. You tell me when, where and what that gorgeous pussy of yours is craving, and I'm your man. But," Zane says, pulling my head up so our eyes meet again. "When we're fucking, I'm in charge."

When he's being sweet and flirty, I sometimes think his eyes look like two perfect dollops of Nutella that I could dive right into and binge the whole day away on. Now, they're hard. Harsh. Demanding and full of a fire that I couldn't put out even if I wanted to.

It's fucking hot.

He's fucking hot.

"Okay," I say, nodding my head as much as his hold on me will allow.

"Okay?" he repeats. A crack in his armor. He actually seems fucking surprised. Like he expects me to argue with a pitch like that.

"Okay," I say again. "Fuck me. Use me. Do what you want with me. As long as you're putting a baby in me by the end of it…I'm yours."

"Stick your fucking tongue out," Zane snarls suddenly.

I let it loll out of my mouth and he uses it to clean the precum off of his slacks. Even through the fabric, I can taste him. Salty, slick and mine.

"Good, slut. Now, get my fucking cock out and give it the best suck you've got."

I undo his belt in a mad scramble. It's not even worth pretending anymore. Every time I've been in the presence of Zane Tanner since that fateful day he fucked three supermodels on my fucking desk, I've been thinking about it. This huge fucking cock. His heavy fucking balls. More cum than it should even be possible to create.

Sucking it all up, milking him with my cunt or having him deep in my ass. Whatever it takes, as long as I can have all of that hot, creamy baby batter inside me.

I yank Zane's pants down, and that huge dick I've been drooling over? It slaps me right in the fucking face.

"Ooh," Zane winces, mocking me. "That looked like it hurt, Piper."

"Zane," I say, staring up at him with his cock laid out across my forehead. He's even bigger than my face is. I'm pretty sure even as we speak, he's pearling precum into my hair. "You sure you wanna piss off a woman who's about to take your cock past her pearly whites?"

"Try it and you'll fucking regret it," he warns me.

Before I can snark back at him, he grabs his shaft with one hand and my head with the other, forcing the two together and effectively shutting me up.

It's damn difficult to make snide comments with the better part of a 12-inch dick in your mouth.

"Ahh," Zane sigh, thrusting his cockhead over my hot, wet tongue. "You've always been mouthy, Piper, but I've gotta say. I've never appreciated it as much as I do right now."

Nevermind that. Generally, when I'm being mouthy with Zane, it means I'm ripping him a new one. Whether it's over expense reports, contract terms or an ocean of his cum sprayed across the top of my desk.

Now, he's the one who's going hard on me. Zane starts off nice and slow and easy, smearing his juicy precum from the tip of my tongue all the way to the back of my throat. I'm lapping it up like a good little bitch, too. He's fucking delicious, and with our latest contract in place, I can finally feel comfortable letting myself have as much of him as I want.

But what Zane wants quickly becomes apparent, and for a second, I don't know if I can handle it. He starts fucking my tight throat, easing the head down into it first, then more and more of the shaft until I'm fucking choking on his dick.

"That's right, Piper," Zane says, pulling my mouth off his cock so I can gasp for breath. "If you want my cum in that greedy cunt of yours, first you're going to choke on my hard fucking dick."

And then it's back to work. Glistening strings of my saliva connect my mouth to the hard tip of his man meat, and I slurp it back up as he goes back for seconds. And thirds. And fourths. Normally, I'd consider double-dipping to be pretty fucking rude. But in this context, I can't get enough.

He fucks my throat like I don't even need to breathe, and I swallow him up like I'm happy to oblige.

Admittedly, the idea of having Zane's dick at my beck and call makes me a little mad with power. I felt it while I was drafting up that contract, and for once it was more than just a little nip of sav blanc that was making me feel unstoppable and warm. I felt it again when he signed it, and once more when I hauled him back in here to have my way with him.

I could hardly believe that he agreed to it.

I could hardly believe that I made him.

Hell. I still can't. Zane Tanner is going to pump me full of his baby batter until he gets me pregnant with his child, and I'm going to love every minute of it.

That's power. Raw, unbridled and so fucking sweet, you could bake a cake with it.

But as much as I loved the way that power made me feel, I love it even more that Zane was able to take it away from me.

He's all alpha. Macho and manly to the nth degree. I'm a known ball-buster in and out of the board room, but Zane’s cock can turn me into a happy little slut, eager to please with just a few promising thrusts.

And that, above all else, is why he has to be the one to do it.

He's handsome. He's smart as a whip. He's got his life together. And he's a winner, through and through. I'm not sure that he's lost anything since his virginity.

But more importantly, when we go head to head, he's the only man I've ever met who can truly best me.

That's why Zane Tanner has to be the one to knock me up.

Everything else in my life is fucking sorted. Squared away.

The only thing I have left to want is a baby. And pretty soon, I'm going to have that too. A perfect, beautiful bundle of joy. Half Zane. Half me.

"Stay," Zane orders me, pulling his cock away again.

I'm so fucking desperate for it, I lunge forward a little bit to get just one more taste. But Zane moves faster than I do. Before I can even protest he's around the other side of my desk, stroking his cock and staring down at me from the business end of my office.

"You know, Piper, you're fucking sexy when you're pissed off," Zane admits.

My knees are shaking as I narrow my eyes at him. What does he think he's playing at, anyway? If he wants his cock sucked, we can't exactly be putting furniture between us. Zane's dick is huge, after all, but even a monster of that size can't make it all the way across my desk.

"I have such good memories of this place," Zane continues, looking around my office. "I mean, even I don't have foursomes with supermodels every day. And I can't help but think back to how fucking beautiful you looked when you walked in on me coating this desk with my cum."

"I was very angry with you, yes," I agree.

"And aroused," Zane adds.

I still don't know what he's getting at.

But judging by the look on his face, it can't be good.

"Maybe a little," I admit.

"Piper, don't fucking lie," Zane laughs. "I could see it in your eyes. You had it spelled out all over your face. You weren't just pissed that I was fucking in your office. You were pissed that it wasn't you on the other end of this dick you like so much."

He strokes it especially gorgeously then. Holding it with one fist, squeezing it all the way up and back down the shaft with the other.

"You weren't angry that I blew my load all over this perfectly organized desk of yours," Zane continues, looking down at my carefully arranged pens, papers and paper clips. "You were angry that it was some woman and not your fine little ass that was going to be the one who got to lick it all up."

Zane's eyes meet mine and I swallow. Hard.

Oh God. I know what he's going to do now. As hot as I am for it, I'm also fucking furious at him even as he does it.

I fucking like my desk.

But as it turns out, I like it even more with Zane's cum exploded all over it.

He orgasms like he can do it on command. The first barrage of it hits me right in the face. It's hot and sticky and drips down my nose over my lips in gooey, salty globs.

The second, third, fourth and—fuck—fifth pumps of it coat my desk the same way it did that day I walked in on him. All over my note pads. Covering my pens. Making a fucking mess of my paper clips. And soaking into the wood where it can join the remnants from the first time.

Warm, delicious Zane Tanner DNA that I'm never going to be able to get out.

Zane sweeps my pen cup and paper clips off the desk in one stern, fluid motion. Because of course he's not fucking done with me yet. I wanted him to put his baby batter into me, and Zane isn't one to disappoint.

The cum all over my desk is just the appetizer.

I'm ready for the main course.

And maybe, just maybe, when he's glazed my pussy like a fucking donut and his creamy filling is pouring out of me, I'll suck his cock clean for dessert.

"Come," he orders, beckoning me forward with that delicious little come-hither motion of his once more.

I can't help but think about how easily he could make me do exactly that—come—if he would just make that motion again with his finger inside me.

Shakily, I rise to my feet. I'm teetering a little bit on my heels, which is so not me. I'm usually a fucking pro in these things. But Zane's cock could make even the strongest woman weak in the knees, and mine feel like they're made of grape jelly right now.

"Wait," Zane says, holding a hand up. "I want to see you rip those clothes off."

I start to unbutton my shirt, eager to please, but Zane shakes his head no.

"I said rip, Piper. Let me see those buttons fly."

As far as Zane's requests go, it's not my favorite one he's ordered. Despite the hot load of cum on my desk right now, I do need to wear this outfit home when we're done. But one look into his stern, sexy eyes and I know that this is non-negotiable.

He's pushing me, just like I pushed him when I convinced him to sign that contract. I know he'll give me exactly what I want, but first I have to pay the price.

I stare him dead in the eyes, curl my fingers around either side of my blouse, and rip them apart in a shower of buttons, accompanied by the dulcet tones of torn cloth. My breasts spring free, barely contained in my pink lace bra, as I let the ruined blouse flutter to the floor.

"Now the skirt. Shimmy it off for me, nice and slow. Let's see those baby-making hips do some work."

At least my skirt is going to come out of this okay. I bite my lip as I unzip it, working it off my hips as I roll them in slow, sultry circles.

Like magic, I watch as Zane rids himself of his Gucci’s once more, his cock rising all over again as he does so.

Fuck. The reload time on that thing is goddamn unbelievable.

Only further proof that I picked the right man to make a baby with, as far as I'm concerned.

"Get that sexy ass of yours over here, Piper," Zane says, pumping his cock in his fist once more.

This is it, I think. The real deal. Moment of truth. No cumming on my desk, no blowing his load on my tits. Zane's going to fuck me. He's going to stay inside me. And if he tries to pull out—which he had better fucking not—I'm going to wrap my legs around his waist and hold him in.

I move to circle around the desk, hungry for him.

But Zane is a fucking bastard, so of course he holds his hand up for me to stop again.

"I don't think so, Piper. I want to see you crawl."

He points down to my slippery desktop, his cum completely covering its surface. It's got the same shine as freshly zambonied skating rink, with excess cum fucking dripping down the sides and everything.

And he wants me to crawl across it.

God. The things I'll do for a baby from this man.

I put my hands down on the desk first, right in the thick of it. As I bend over, I know I'm giving Zane a view of my big, bouncing tits that he'll never forget. His cum is still so fucking warm beneath my palms, it's like sticking your hands in a batch of cream cheese frosting spread atop oven-hot cinnamon rolls.

I take a minute to lift one of my palms to my mouth and lick the cum off of it, one finger at a time.

"That's fucking hot." Zane's voice is so full of approval, I do the other hand too.

Before long, my mouth is full of his salty, creamy cum. I swallow it and stick out my tongue to show him as I hoist one knee up onto the desk, then the other.

I'm going to be totally covered in Zane's cum by the end of this. Inside and out. Which, frankly? Fine by me. In fact, it's exactly what I signed up for.

"You're such a dirty girl, Piper," Zane says, grabbing my hair and pushing my face down on the desk.

He rubs my cheek in the deep, slick puddles of his cum like he's trying to use me to wipe the desk clean. Then he turns my head so I have no choice but to kiss the desktop that he's sowed his seed all over. I wind up lapping his cum up while my knees slip and slide around beneath me.

"I thought you liked dirty girls, Zane," I said when he lets me back up. "Isn't that what you're here for?"

"No," Zane growls, angling his chin down so he can look at me with that intense stare of his once again. "I'm here for a gorgeous, fertile slut who wants me to put a baby into her." But then, that mischievous grin takes over his face once again like he can't fucking help himself but be an ass.

"Or am I in the wrong room? I thought you kept the dirty girls who need to be put in their place down the hall."

"I fucking hate you," I laugh as Zane's cum drips down off my nose.

"I fucking hate you too, Piper," he laughs back, lunging forward.

Zane grabs me by my thighs and yanks my legs right out from under me. My ass lands hard on the desktop, splashing cum all over. Now my panties aren't just soaked with my own honey. They're totally coated in Zane's baby juice as well.

"Let's get these off of you." Zane curls his fingers beneath the waistband and removes them in one easy tug.

He undoes my bra just as easily. I don't know why I'm surprised. Zane fucks lingerie models all the goddamn time. If there was an Olympic sport for undressing women, he could go pro.

"Fuck me," I hear myself begging as he lowers his fingers to my slit.

My desk isn't the only thing dripping wet right now. When I spread my legs for him, I can fucking smell how wet I am. How desperate I am to be fucked and used and filled and fucking impregnated.

"Nah," Zane says with that awful fucking grin of his. "I don't think you want it bad enough yet."

"Don't fucking tell me what I—oh!"

I gasp as Zane drops to his knees and starts licking my cunt. Like, really fucking going to town on it. Guys like Zane always like to pretend that they enjoy eating pussy, but in Zane's case, he really means business.

I'm lucky I'm so fucking wet, because he's licking me like he intends to coat himself just as completely with my cream as he's already coated me with his cum.

And it's working. Oh my god. It's like with every ferocious lick and suck and tonguing, he sends another wave of heat pulsating through my body. It's quickly growing into something raw and real and uncontrollable deep in my core.

"Ohmygod," I whine. Like some kind of porn star. I used to make fucking fun of women who whined like this during sex. Now, suddenly I've become one. "Ohmygod. Ohmygod! OHMYGOD!"

"Say my name," he pulls away for just long enough to snarl.

"ZANE!" I scream, twining my fingers in his hair.

The cum on my desk sloshes as I hump Zane's face, bouncing my ass up and down while I orgasm against his mouth.

I'm still being slammed by wave after wave of pleasure when Zane stands, forces my legs open even wider, and slaps his cock down on my stomach.

"That's how deep I'm going to be inside you in a second, Piper," he tells me.

And like, fuck me. His dick is heavy. Thick. And so fucking long that as his balls press against my slick, twitching pussy. The tip of his cock is dripping precum on my abs past my fucking belly button.

I've had Zane's cock in me before. I should have known what to expect.

But there's a difference between knowing that a cock is too big to handle, and seeing it. Really fucking seeing it.

Fuck. I know this cock must fit inside me somehow, but from this angle, I don't fucking know how I took it last time.

But I guess I'm about to find out.

My mouth is gaping open in shock and amazement, but I don't realize it until Zane dips his head down, licks up a dollop of his cum, and spits it onto my tongue.

While I'm still reeling from that—because, I mean, that is hot—Zane draws his hips back and forces his cock into me.

And suddenly, it's on. It's happening. It's way too fucking real, and it's so good that there's no way it can be real all at once.

"Take it," he rasps, pounding it into me. "Take it, Piper."

"Give it to me!" I cry out. "Ohmygod. Zane! Give it! Give it!!!!"

"Tell me, you little fucking whore." Zane scoops up another handful of his cum off the desk and drizzles it into my mouth. "Tell me what you want me to give you."

"Your cum," I whine. My voice is so fucking small. Quiet. Not because I'm shy, or embarrassed, but because the sensation is so fucking much, I'm barely hanging on right now.

"Tell me," Zane growls again.

"Your baby batter," I whimper.

"Say it louder," he says, rocking my body back onto the desk.

His cum is slick and slippery beneath my shoulders as his arms encircle my waist. I can feel it in my hair as Zane's cock probes deeper and deeper into my cunt. I can feel it covering my body like a fucking latex body suit.

And then it happens. Not slutty Piper. Not rational Piper. Not even baby-crazy Piper this time.

I've been playing this little game with Zane for too long.

I want this.

The orgasm hits, and I go all in. Full surrender. Every ounce of my being, all wrapped around his cock and begging for one thing and one thing only:

"Fuck me pregnant, Zane! Fill me up! Fucking use my cunt. Make me your cum dumpster! Fuck your baby into me!"

Zane fucking roars, like he's tearing through the last shreds of his humanity as he unleashes on me like a fucking animal. It's like having sex with a faucet on full blast. I'm surprised the sheer force of his cum shooting inside me doesn't launch me off the desk entirely, right across the fucking room and through the wall.

He leaves it in for longer than he needs to. To my surprise—and my delight—he holds me after he comes. Rests the weight of his torso, his gorgeous shoulders and his muscled chest, on top of my body. Keeps his cock balls-deep in my pussy as he lays his cheek on my breast.

"You don't have to—" I begin, but Zane cuts me off.

"Piper, for once in your damn life, just shut the hell up. Let me enjoy this."

And so, instead of ruining the moment with more words, I just lay back and feel his warmth inside me, a smile on my lips.

Zane's first load of hot, fertile cum in my womb.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying it too.