“So you didn’t fucking chicken out after all.” I smirk at Zane as he walks into my office the next morning.

I try to read his expression, but he’s hard as fucking steel. I’m sure he’s throbbing hard under those sexy Armani pants too.

“I never fucking chicken out,” he says with excessive arrogance. Never one to disappoint, I guess. He stands in front of me, and his cologne fills my nostrils and makes me quiver.

“Good,” I whisper and take a step backward. “I’m glad, because your job depends on it.”

“I’m hoping there will be more jobs to come in my future.” He grins with a slice of naughtiness. His sexual innuendos aren’t fucking lost on me, but I choose to ignore him at the moment.

“Right now there’s only one job on my mind, and that’s getting you to sign these documents.” I pick them up and pat them.

“Holy fucking shit, that’s a lot of paper,” he says, and I get a thrill at watching him squirm.

He stares up at me as if I’m crazy. “What the fuck did you write into the contract?”

There’s a hint of nervousness in his voice, but he doesn’t falter too much.

“Oh, you know, just a little of this…a little of that,” I say seductively as I cross my legs and sit on the edge of the desk.

He visibly gulps. “You look good today,” he says.

“Thank you for noticing.” I bite my lip and take the pen out of the back of my hair.

My blonde locks fall to my shoulders in perfect waves. I’m making a dramatic scene for him, and he fucking knows it.

He eyes me with weariness, but he knows he’s in a sticky situation, pun totally intended.

“So let me take a look at this shit then.” He holds out a hand.

I plop the papers in his palm and smile. “Of course. Be my guest.”

I sit on the edge of the desk, pumping my crossed leg up and down. There’s silence between us, and the sexual tension is dense in the air.

“So do you have any questions for me?” I ask after a few minutes, mainly because I can’t stand the fucking quiet any longer.

‘Um, yeah…” he says sarcastically. “What the fuck is this, Piper?” He looks up at me with annoyance.

“It’s the contract.” I pretend to not understand.

“Yeah, I fucking get that part, but what is all this fucking bullshit in here?”

“Can you be more specific?” I bite my lip and pout.

Zane stands up. “For instance,” he says as he points to a paragraph in the middle section of the documents, “it says here that every Wednesday, I have to allow you to tie me up with fuzzy fur handcuffs while you, and I quote, ‘ride on top of me.’”

His face is ash white. I have him by the balls, and it’s exactly what I want.

“That’s right.” I grin.

“And right here,” he points to another clause, “I have to have sex with you in the shower from behind and make sure I don’t pull out until I’m finished coming?”

I sigh dramatically. “Zane, you know how making a baby works. I need your hot cum to fill me up!”

He shakes his head. “This is ridiculous.”

I grab the papers from his hands.

He screams, “Ouch! What the fuck, Piper? I probably have a million fucking paper cuts now!”

“It’s just part of the job, Zane,” I hiss. “Are you interested or not?”

“Yes,” he says begrudgingly. “I don’t want anything to come between me being your manufacturer.”

I wonder for a minute just how much he needs this manufacturing deal if he’s willing to go to these lengths, but I don’t dwell on it too long because, let’s be real, I need his cum inside of me if I’m gonna get what I want.

“Good.” My voice drips with vindication. It’s not the only thing that’s going to be dripping soon. “Now here’s a pen.”

I hold the pen out for him to take, and he reaches for it.

“Now you know…” I begin but then pause.

“What?” he says with irritation etching all over his face.

“I need to make sure you’re going to take the tests.”

“I’m going to take them.” He rolls his eyes.

I’m referring to my need to have proof that he doesn’t have any fucking sexually transmitted diseases to pass along to me or my future child. I mean, I’m not a total idiot here. The dude’s a total manslut.

If I want his hot cum splattering at my insides, I need to make sure he’s safe and checks out clean.

He begins signing pen to paper as if he can’t believe he’s actually fucking doing this. It’s an ingenious plan, and I’m proud of myself for thinking it up.

It’s exhilarating to have this much control over a person, much less a man. I didn’t rise to the top to have my own fucking Fortune 500 company where I’m the acting CEO for nothing.

I’m a smart fucking girl who knows what she wants and will stop at nothing to make sure I reach my goals.

Zane is the total fucking package, and now he has to squirt his hot load into me night after night while I enjoy multiple orgasms.

He’s the best I’ve ever had, but of course I won’t dare admit that to him. No, he’s far too cocky and chauvinistic to disclose that fun little tidbit to.

He finishes signing the baby batter contract and takes a deep breath as he rubs his temples. “I have to tell you, Piper, I never would have thought of you as a closet sex freak.” He chuckles as he shakes his head.

“Well, there’s a lot you don’t know about me,” I scoff.

He grins, sizing me up. “I can’t wait to unleash your inner wild child,” he says.

“And I can’t wait to unleash your inner beast,” I quip back.

“This should be fun, you sexy, freaky little slut.” He stands and comes near to me. His breath is cool on my cheek, and we stare at each other for a fucking eternity before he makes a move.

He puts his hands on my thighs and rubs them slowly, excruciatingly and delicately between my legs.

“This is a place of business,” I say and shove his hands away, although he has me so hot right now I might explode.

“You are thinking about us fucking in the shower, aren’t you?” He grins devilishly.

“I’m not,” I say and touch my neck.

I really fucking am.

“I can tell by the way your cheeks are flushed right now,” he says and points at my head.

“Let’s just save it for the bedroom, okay?”

“Anything you want,” he says and walks away, out of my office.

I feel like a flood of liquid lava is being poured on me. He’s so fucking gorgeous, and I’m going to get to have his baby.