When I saw my reflection in the front window of Winthrow Financial, I nearly turned around and went home. It wasn't because I thought I looked bad, though. It's just that I instantly became self-conscious. I was here, at the place I worked, and I looked like I was, well, a whore. The black dress that showed my cleavage and held tightly to my hips made me second guess my decision to wear it. It was a far cry from my gray pencil skirt and sweater that I was used to. It made me feel awkward.

You're doing this, though, Jane, I told myself. No turning back now. This is your night.

The office had closed for business almost an hour before. Nearly everyone had escaped to start their weekends. The only person I saw in the hallway on the way to the elevator was a gray-haired janitor. He was pulling his mop and bucket out of the janitor's closet. I chuckled to myself, thinking about Maddy's story about Carter fucking some girl in that closet and wondered once again if it was actually true.

The janitor did a double take as I passed, his eyes locking onto my tits. It caused me to blush, but I still said a quick “hello” as I walked by. Then I turned the corner to wait for the elevator. When the doors opened, three men in suits stepped out. Every single one of them gave me a once over as I stepped out of their way. When the doors to the elevator closed, I heard a little laughter on the other end.

Is it the outfit? I asked myself. Are they laughing at me because I look horrible? Or are they joking about what they'd do to me?

I went to the top floor, listening to my heart thump behind my rib cage. I was nervous. Very nervous. This wasn't just a regular outing with a guy. Now that the moment was getting close, it suddenly felt overwhelming.

It's just a celebration, I thought. That's all. A simple dinner and drinks. No big deal.

Exhaling a long breath, I stepped out of the elevator and began walking toward the offices. Cindy had already left for the day. A few scattered papers were on her desk. It looked as though she had dropped everything and left the instant the clock had hit five.

Carter's office door was closed and when I knocked he responded instantly.

“Come on in,” he said.

When I stepped through, Carter was busy typing something on his keyboard. He'd also changed his outfit. He'd gone from a black suit with a white undershirt, to a gray suit with a light lavender shirt underneath. His hair was slicked to the side and he'd given himself a fresh shave. He always looked incredible, but now he looked even better. He was polished and refined.

“Just give me one second,” he said. “I need to send of this email.”

I stood there near the entrance, awkwardly shuffling back and forth. He still hadn't laid eyes on me and I was beyond anxious about it. He typed a few more words and then clicked the button on his mouse.

“Alright, that's done,” he said, spinning in his chair. “Sorry about th...”

As soon as he gazed in my direction, his words trailed off. Even though I was across the room, I could see his pupils dilate. His lips parted and his chest rose with a quick inhale. His focus was on my tits at first, then dropped all the way down my legs before finally going back up to my face.

“Jesus,” he said, so quietly that it was almost inaudible. He stared at me for a moment longer, then slowly stood up. “Jane, you look incredible.”

Heat rose up my body and the blood settled into my cheeks. I looked at the ground, wishing that I knew of a way to keep from blushing. I grabbed the bottom of my dress, pulling it down and secretly hoping that it would draw a little more attention to my ass.

“Thank you,” I said meekly.

Carter quickly recovered from his shock and stepped across the room, grabbing the bottle of champagne from the bucket of ice. He poured two glasses and walked toward me. As he neared, I could smell the cologne wafting off of his chest. It smelled expensive and the intoxicating scent made me want to melt into him.

“Where would you like to eat?” he asked, handing me the glass of bubbling liquid.

“I've kind of had my eye on La Reve,” I said. “I've driven by it a hundred times. I dreamt about eating there ever since I came to New York. Maddy said it's impossible to get a reservation there, though.”

Carter chuckled. “Jane, I can get a reservation to anywhere in the city. If that's where you want to go, then that's where we're going.”

No man had ever said anything like that to me before.

Actually, now that I think about it, no man has ever taken me out on a real date to a nice restaurant before. Ever, I thought to myself.

Carter lifted his cell phone to his ear. He called the restaurant, stated his name and then a few seconds later hung up.

“Okay, we're all set,” he said, slipping the phone into his back pocket. “They're setting up a table just for us.”

“Wow,” I said. “Just like that?”

“Just like that,” he said, with a nod.

He lifted his glass and I did the same, clinking it against his.

“To success,” he said.

“Yes. To success.”

I took a sip and then smiled.

“What?” Carter asked, noticing my smirk.

“Nothing,” I said. “It's just that, I can't believe I'm here right now. I never thought I'd be sipping champagne with Carter Winthrow. Not to mention I'm about to go and eat at La Reve. It feels kind of surreal.”

Carter kept his gaze on me while I spoke. “Act as if you're where you want to be, and as surely as you can feel your own breath, you'll get there.”

“Is that a quote?” I asked. “Who said that? Thoreau? Emerson?”

He shook his head. “My father. I'd heard him say it countless times when I was growing up. It stuck with me.”

“Was he involved with stocks too?” I asked, instantly wondering if I was crossing the line by prying.

“No, he wasn't. He did construction and wasn't successful financially at all,” Carter said. “Just because he said those words, didn't mean he ever listened to his own advice. It's still a good quote, though.”

“It definitely is,” I agreed.

“So our reservations for the restaurant are in an hour,” he said, finishing off the last swig of champagne in his glass. “Let's have another glass of this and then I'll call my driver to take us over there. Sound good?”

I nodded. “That sounds perfect.”

A driver? This guy has his own driver? I thought. Of course he does. I shouldn't be surprised by that. I just never realized that he had someone to escort him around all day.

Carter walked across the room and I followed him. He poured another round of drinks for us. His obvious approval of my outfit had caused my insecurities to dissolve. It's possible that the glass of champagne helped with this as well, but I couldn't be sure.

“Jane,” Carter said, spinning around to hand me the drink. “Tell me something about yourself.”

“Like what?” I took a sip of the drink and then set the glass down onto his desk.

“Anything,” he said. “Tell me something I don't know about you. I'm not asking for a deep and dark secret here. Just something that you'd tell a stranger.”

I looked up toward the ceiling and began to think.

Should I tell him about growing up on a farm? I thought. Or maybe I should tell him about the ridiculous crush I have on him. No, no. Don't say anything about that.

“It shouldn't be that hard,” Carter said with a chuckle. “Come on. Just hit me with something.”

“Okay,” I said. “Let me think.”

My thoughts went deeper and as they did, I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth and gently bit down on it. As soon as I did, I heard Carter take a breath in through his teeth. It made a soft hissing noise.

“Jane,” he said.

I glanced toward him. “What?”

“Don't do that,” he said, his green eyes filled with intensity.

“Do what?” I asked.

“That thing you do.” He set his drink down on the desk next to mine and took a step toward me.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” I said carefully.

“You do something when you're thinking,” he said, his eyes moving quickly down toward my chest and then back up. “I've noticed it ever since I first met you.”

Confused, I tried to think about what in the hell he was talking about. Of course, when I did, I bit my lower lip. It was just a habit. One that had probably started when I was young. It was a habit that I couldn't break.

“I said don't do that,” Carter repeated, this time through gritted teeth. “Every time you do that it makes me want to...”

He paused and I untucked my lip. “Makes you want to... What?”

“This,” he said, lifting his hand to the back of my neck. He pulled me toward him and pressed his lips against mine.

My eyes widened and I would have gasped in surprise if my mouth wasn't clamped to his. A warm tingling sensation flowed through me. It started between my legs and radiated outward until every inch of me was on fire. I felt Carter's hands slide down my back. Without breaking the kiss, he took a step forward, causing my butt to press against his desk.

Oh my God, I thought, my heart beating quickly in my chest. Is this really happening?

Carter parted his lips slightly and I followed suit. Soon, our tongues were darting in and out of each others mouths. It was a delicate dance led by him. I could taste champagne and smell his cologne. I breathed it in through my nose, savoring the moment. Part of me thought I had to be dreaming. If so, I didn't want to wake up. Not ever.

After a bit, Carter broke the kiss. When I opened my eyes, I saw him staring back at me. The look of lust on his face was intense. It made my heart skip a beat. He was breathing harder now and his chest was rising and falling in an exaggerated cadence.

“Carter,” I said, so quietly that no sound came out.

He let out a low growl, his eyes dropping down to my chest. Then he reached up and slipped his fingers under the shoulder straps of my dress, pulling it off of my shoulders. The straps fell loosely down my arm. I didn't stop him. No, not even close. In fact, I nodded in agreement, as if to give him permission, even though he clearly didn't need it. I wanted this more than he could ever know.

Carter leaned forward and kissed the outside of my neck. I leaned my head back and looked upward, as another pleasurable tingle shot through me. He pressed his body into mine and I had to place both of my hands behind me to keep from falling back onto his desk.

“Yes,” I whispered.

Another growl came from Carter's throat as he dropped his face toward my cleavage. In one swift movement, he grabbed the front of my dress and jerked it down. My breasts popped out and my nipples grew firm immediately. For a moment, my insecurities about my body came flooding back. I wondered if my tits were even half as nice as the other women Carter had slept with.

My question was answered as Carter gave an animalistic grunt, bringing his mouth over one of my nipples. I shuddered and closed my eyes, feeling a wave of bliss as it washed over me. He lapped at my sensitive nub, circling it aggressively with his tongue. Then he moved his face over and gave the other breast equal attention.

My panties, which I'd taken so much time in picking out, were now soaked through. My pussy ached with anticipation and throbbed as I sat back on the desk and wrapped my legs around Carter. I pulled him toward me. The movement caused my dress to slide up all the way to my hips. He grunted as he bucked forward, pressing the firm bulge in his slacks up against my panty-covered pussy.

“God, yes,” I groaned, as the friction sent a wave of ecstasy throughout my body.

Carter slowly pulled his face away from my nipple, making a wet kissing sound. When I looked down, I noticed that my pink nub was shining with his saliva. We gazed into each others eyes for a moment. We were both breathing hard now.

I was still shocked by what was happening. It definitely seemed like Carter approved of the dress I had picked. There was no doubt of that now. But there was more to it than just the fact that I had shown off a little cleavage. It was something about that lip bite of mine that drove him crazy. I realized then, that I had more power than I had realized. Even though I thought I was an average girl, there was obviously parts of me that Carter needed.

So with that I mind, with our eyes still locked, I gently bit my bottom lip once more. Carter exhaled through his teeth while clenching his jaw. His hands slid up the outside of my thighs. I was glad I had taken the time to make sure that my legs were shaved perfectly.

“I told you not to do that,” he said, a lustful look of intensity in his eyes.

I shrugged and gave a coy little smile but didn't say a word. When I glanced down Carter's body, I noticed the large bulge on the front of his slacks had grown even larger. His cock was pressing out against the clothing, as though it were begging to be released. I couldn't wait to see it. I wanted to touch it and taste it. I wanted it inside of me.

Carter held the bottom of my dress in both hands. It was bunched up in his grip. He held it there for a moment, his eyes dilated and his breathing heavy. Then, he released his right hand from the dress and brought it to the front of my thong, the thong I had so carefully picked out. In one quick movement, he slipped his fingers behind the cloth and jerked his hand away. My underwear ripped off of my body, making a fast tearing sound.

“Carter!” I squealed, completely in shock.

He held my underwear in the air, pinching it between his forefinger and thumb. The front part of it was soaking wet from my juices. He tossed them to the side.

“Mmm,” Carter said, gazing up and down my body. “I can't wait to take this fucking body, Jane.”

For the first time in a long time, I felt gorgeous. Having a man like Carter look at me the way that he was would make any woman feel gorgeous.

He placed one hand onto my naked breast. I watched as his other hand slid up the inside of my thigh until it got to my most sensitive area. I trembled, feeling a pulse of bliss shudder through me. Carter eased a finger inside and my wet pussy coated its length.

“Oh my God,” I groaned, as he began fingering me.

Carter slid another finger inside. Both his middle and ring finger were now buried in me all the way to his knuckles. He began plunging them in and out. He moved fast, sending waves of ecstasy into my body. I was so wet that I could actually hear it.

“Carter,” I muttered, with my eyes half-closed. “Don't stop.”

“Mmm,” he moaned, fingering me harder than any man had ever touched me in my life. His knuckles pounded against the outside of my pussy. It felt incredible and within seconds, I was rising toward orgasm. This wasn't just a regular orgasm, though. Not the kind that I could give myself with my shower head at home. No, this was much more intense.

“Come for me,” Carter said between gritted teeth. It was a command. “Come for me, now.”

I nodded quickly, almost afraid to disobey him. My jaw dropped slightly as my entire body became filled with euphoria. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, pounding me into the sands of pure lust. Then, right at the moment when I didn't think I could take any more, I climaxed.

My body squirmed on the desk as I completely lost control. I could feel something within me release. My pussy clamped around Carter's fingers, then immediately after, a gush of my juices squirted out. It shot up his arm and covered his hand.

“Oh, my God,” I said, between heavy breaths. “I'm sorry. I didn't know I could do that. I've never done that before.”

Carter just smiled and slowly pulled his fingers out. They were glistening as he smelled them, then licked them clean, one by one. I watched intently and even though I had just climaxed, I suddenly felt even more turned on than I was before. I was ready. I was beyond ready. The man had just made me squirt with two fingers. I couldn't help but be curious what else he could make me do with other parts of his body.

He took my hands and pulled me to a standing position. I could feel my knees shaking for the brief moment that I was on my feet. Then, he pressed down on my shoulders, causing me to drop to my knees in front of him. The carpet felt rough against my bare knees, but I actually enjoyed the feeling of having him in control. I wanted to be his plaything.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked with a flirtatious smirk.

“Stay there,” he commanded. As I watched, he quickly got undressed. He took his suit coat, tie and undershirt off first. As the last button of the shirt came undone, my eyes went wide. His chest and abs were more ripped with muscle that I could have imagined. I mean I had always known he was in good shape. That had been obvious even when he was dressed. I had no idea he looked like an underwear model underneath that, though.

I looked up at him from my position on the floor, feeling my pussy get wetter. I began gently touching myself as I watched Carter undo his belt. Anticipation washed over me as he pulled his slacks down. He kicked off his shoes and then stepped out of his pants. He was now standing in front of me wearing only his black boxer/briefs. The outline of his thick cock became more visible and I licked my lips as soon as I saw it.

He grabbed me by the chin and forced my face upward. “I'm going to fuck you so hard,” he said.

When he said that, I bit my lip and looked up into his eyes. I didn't mean to. It didn't even cross my mind. It was like my body had done it on its own, knowing what it would trigger inside of Carter. As soon as he saw my lower lip clamped between my teeth, he slid down his underwear. His cock popped out and my jaw dropped.

Oh my God, I thought. He's huge.

His length was one thing to admire, but the thickness of it was what really had me shocked. It had the girth of my wrists. His entire length throbbed with his heartbeat. The tip was soaked with pre-cum. He stepped forward and gripped a handful of my hair, pulling my face toward his cock. I could feel the heat off of it as my lips got near.

I lifted a hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock. Then I licked the tip. With my lips parted, Carter bucked his hips forward. He pressed his tip into my mouth. It slid across my tongue and I could taste his salty pre-cum as it dripped out. His dick was only halfway in my mouth, but it was all that I could fit. His head was already pressed against the back of my throat and my eyes watered as I held back my gag reflex.

Carter let out a satisfied groan. He slowly pulled his length out and then drove it back inside, forcefully. His tip slammed into the back of my throat. It felt good, though. It didn't hurt at all. In fact, it only turned me on even more. My pussy was practically aching for it as I started to play with my clit. It felt amazing to suck his cock. Although, I suppose it was more him fucking my face than it was me sucking him off. Regardless, it felt amazing. I loved the taste of him and feeling of having him between my lips.

“Fuck yes,” he growled, gripping my hair a little harder.

He began moving his hips faster, thrusting his length into my mouth. My eyes watered, and I felt mascara-stained tears slide down my cheeks. My makeup was ruined. I knew it. Did I care, though? Not a chance.

His dick was as hard as could be now and if it had been any bigger, I don't think I could have fit it in my mouth at all. Carter glanced down at me and gave one last deep thrust into my throat, before slowly pulling out. A strand of saliva went from my mouth to the end of that hard cock. I took a few breaths and then licked my lips. I was smiling and my body was on fire. My pussy was desperately throbbing between my legs. I needed that dick inside of me, now. It quickly became clear that I wasn't the only one who felt that way.

“Come here,” Carter said, holding out his hands.

He helped me to my feet. I stood in front of him for a moment. Just long enough to notice the way his abdominal muscles flexed with each of his breaths. Then he spun me around so that I faced away from him. He pressed a hand onto my upper back, bending me over. I leaned my elbows onto the surface of his desk, pushing aside a few of the stock ledgers that were scattered on it. To no surprise, stocks were the last thing on my mind.

My dress was still bunched up around my mid-section. Everything else was exposed. I felt vulnerable in some ways, but that's part of what I loved about it. Carter was in control. I think knowing that caused me to relax. I didn't need to impress him anymore. I wasn't trying to be something that I wasn't, because he seemed to love every part of me just the way it was.

I felt him place his hands onto my body. One on each hip. He gripped my flesh and then immediately after, I felt the pressure of his cock against my opening. My pussy lips parted as he pressed into me. A guttural moan escaped my throat while pleasure filled me.

“Go slow,” I whispered, looking over my shoulder.

Carter pulled back a tiny bit, then pressed forward again. He was halfway in and the pressure was so intense, yet so amazing, that I could hardly hold myself up. It overwhelmed me in the best of ways. He continued to inch his way in until his cock completely filled me up. Then he clenched his jaw and began fucking me, hard.

Apparently, he must not have heard me correctly when I asked him to go slow. He must have thought I said, “Fuck me harder and faster than you've ever fucked anything in your life.” It was an understandable misinterpretation. An easy thing to mix up. Because Carter did anything but go slow. He began pounding me so hard than I couldn't hold myself up on the desk. My arms fell to my side and I laid my cheek against the desk. Directly in front of my face were my torn panties, sitting there in a clumped up pile.

I could hardly breathe. The sensation of pure ecstasy filled every single cell of my body. It was weeks of sexual tension finally being released. It was more satisfying than I could have ever imagined.

My tits swayed underneath me, moving in cadence with his thrusts. Carter released my right hip and brought his hand up to grab my breasts. Having him touch me there and having him inside of me at the same time felt incredible.

“Yes,” I whispered, as Carter increased his pace even further. “Yes, like that.”

He brought a hand onto my back, pressing me into the desk. Then he began pounding me harder than before. A light layer of sweat had coated our skin, creating a slapping noise with each powerful thrust.

I was in heaven. This was my idea of it anyway. Sure, some people may have imagined heaven to be a place with clouds and angels. Not me, though. I didn't need any of that. All I wanted was Carter's thick cock buried deep inside of me. If this wasn't heaven, then it was certainly the closest thing I'd ever find on Earth.

Carter couldn't keep that fast of a pace forever, though. After a while, he slowed down. I pushed myself up and glanced over my shoulder. His chest gleaned with sweat, accentuating his muscles. His hair, which had been perfectly combed when I'd first arrived, was now disheveled and hanging down over his forehead. He was breathing harder too. One thing hadn't changed, though. The look of lust in his eyes seemed just as intense as it had with our first kiss, maybe even more so.

He pulled his cock out and then spun me around, lifting me from the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist and placed my arms over his shoulders. Then we kissed. Our tongues danced again, this time with even more abandon. As we kissed, Carter laid me down onto the surface of the desk. It felt cold on my back for a moment, but that quickly passed.

I dragged my fingers over his chest, enjoying the way his skin felt. I let my hands drop down his washboard abs as well.

How in the world did I get this lucky? I asked myself.

Carter lifted my legs and draped my knees over his shoulder. He was standing on the ground and I was laying on the desk, which put us in the perfect position for him to enter me. He kissed the inside of my calves and then bucked his hips forward. My pussy, now soaking wet, accepted his cock with ease. I let out a groan as he filled me up once again.

I liked this position even more than the first. I was able to watch him as he fucked me. He started slow, but it wasn't long before he was pounding me hard. I reached my hands to my side and gripped the edge of the desk to keep from sliding upward. Every muscle in his chest and shoulders flexed with his movements. Each second that I watched him made me get more and more turned on. It was like a roller coaster ride that only went straight up.

The pleasure began to intensify quickly. The next thing I knew, I was building toward another orgasm.

“Holy sh...” I mouthed, but not a single sound came out. The only sound in the room was that of Carter's balls as they swung into my body with each of his thrusts.

Then I peaked. The climax was intense, causing my legs and hands to tremble uncontrollably. My juices pumped out, covering his long shaft with lubrication.

“Fuck yes,” Carter growled, noticing the change. “You're going to make me come too.”

With a hand holding each of my legs, Carter continued pumping his shaft into my sex. I was still reeling for the orgasm. When I opened my eyes, I noticed the expression on Carter's face begin to change. His cheeks were turning red and his lips turned upward into a pleasurable grimace.

“I'm going to come all over you,” he said, between breaths. “I'm going to come on your tits.”

I bit my lip and shook my head. “No, come inside me.”

It came out sounding more like a demand than a suggestion, but it was what I wanted. I was ready to feel every part of him inside of me. I wanted every drop of him to fill me up.

Carter raised an eyebrow, as if to say, “Are you sure you want me to do that?”

He didn't actually say anything, though. He just kept pounding away until finally, his thrusts became a little bit harder. I knew what it meant, and I spurred him on. “Come in me. Come in me.”

On his last thrust, he held himself deep inside of me. So deep, that his balls rested against my ass. He closed his eyes and let out an animal-sounding grunt. Immediately after, I felt his dick swell and then there was the sweetest and most amazing sensation I'd ever felt. It was his seed, hot and thick, pumping out of his cock and coating the walls of my womb. He thrusted, and I felt him spurt again, filling my fertile body even further. He didn't seem to be slowing down, and I felt him release more and more of his essence into me as he pounded into me.

I smiled. The sex had been amazing of course, but nothing felt as good as knowing that his seed was inside of me. I could practically feel it finding its way to my egg. I placed my hands onto my belly, instinctively touching the place where the new life would soon be growing.

This just might be the best night of my entire life, I thought to myself, as Carter slowly opened his eyes and let out a contented breath.

Carter leaned down to give me a kiss, then helped me to my feet. My pussy was a bit sore from the pounding it had just taken, but any pain there became diminished at the realization that I had captured his most precious asset. It was inside my womb and already beginning the process of new life.

“There's a bathroom right over there if you want to clean up,” Carter said, running his fingers through his hair. He began getting dressed and I took the opportunity to use the bathroom.

When I got inside, I looked in the mirror and nearly fainted at what I saw. I looked like a total mess. My hair, which I had spent so long trying to make perfect, now looked like I had just gotten out of bed. Dried mascara was smeared down my cheeks and my lipstick was smudged. In just a half hour, I'd gone from looking my best to looking like a cheap hooker.

I did my best to fix my hair and clean up my ruined makeup. It wasn't perfect, but at least I came out of the bathroom looking a little better than I did going in. Carter was fully dressed when I stepped back into the office. He looked over at me as he poured another glass of champagne.

“I messed up your hair, your outfit and your makeup,” he said. “I'll have to buy you another dress.”

He wasn't lying. My dress was wrinkled badly from being bunched up around my mid-section during the sex.

“Yeah, I guess it's in pretty bad shape,” I said, with a chuckle.

“Why don't we do this celebration dinner another night then?” he asked.

“That's fine,” I said. “I kind of doubt that La Reve would even allow me through the front doors looking like this.”

Carter poured a second glass of champagne and strolled toward me. He leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

“I'd say this was a better celebration anyway,” he said, smirking. “That was amazing.”

I felt blood rush to my cheeks, like it always did whenever I received a compliment.

“That felt so good,” I said, with a girlish smile. “I hope you aren't mad that we aren't going to dinner.”

“Of course I'm not mad,” he said, shaking his head. “Are you kidding me? It's just dinner. We'll go another time. I promise.”

He handed me the glass of champagne.

“We can always have another drink, though,” he said.

I took the drink from him but then immediately set it down onto his desk. Then I touched my belly, where his warm seed still marinated inside me.

I can't drink now, I thought. Not any more. Not with the baby.

“I shouldn't have another drink,” I said. “I've got to drive home.”

“I can call you a cab,” he said, pulling out his cell phone. “Or I can have my driver take you home. It's no big deal.”

“No, no,” I said, placing my hands onto Carter's forearms. “No need for that. I don't live too far anyway. I'll just drive.”

“If you insist,” he said.

I stood on my tip toes and we kissed. When I pulled away, I gazed into those beautiful eyes of his for just a moment too long. I couldn't help but to wonder if our baby would have that color of eyes.

“So, I guess I'll see you on Monday?” he asked.

“I'll be here,” I said, though secretly I hoped I'd get a chance to talk to him before then. I didn't want this to end up being a one night stand. I wanted this to be the beginning of something amazing.

I spun around and walked out of the office, making my way to the parking lot. When I got into my car, I sat down and started it up. It was only then, as my thighs hit the cold leather of the car seat, that I realized I'd accidentally left my torn panties on Carter's desk. I smiled at the thought of him picking them up to throw them away.

Maybe he'll keep them, though, I thought. I hope he does. Like a souvenir.

As I made my way home, I felt Carter's seed leaking out of my pussy and down the inside of my thigh. It was a reminder of just how amazing things were about to become. For a moment, I could see myself pushing the baby in a stroller around the park. I imagined meeting up with Maddy and sharing laughs with the child on my lap. I would finally be the girl making other women baby crazy.

I can't wait to see how Carter reacts when he finds out, I thought. Thought I'm sure he'll be as happy as I am.