Though I still felt a little tipsy, the hot cup of coffee had sobered me up enough to think rationally. I tried not to blush as I thought about the things I’d said without really thinking, though all my words had been rooted in truth. More humiliating was my anxiety attack in the middle of the restaurant, when I made my confession. I wouldn’t be able to blame Jensen if he thought me a fool at that point.

He was watching me with an intensity that I was not quite familiar with. His eyes had darkened with what I could only hope was desire, and as he shifted closer to me, I struggled to form the words to enunciate what I wanted from him. Jensen was apparently nonplussed by my hesitation, however, taking my hand in his own.

“I suppose we should start right at the root of it,” he began, his expression confident as he stroked a thumb to the back of my hand. I reddened at the familiarity behind the touch, feeling foolish for being so easily swept up. “You want to carry my child. That is, be a surrogate for me?” he continued, his voice steady. I shifted uncomfortably, biting my lower lip nervously.

“Well, more so that I would like us to be co-parents…if you would find that acceptable. If I have a child with you, I don’t like the idea of giving up all my rights as a mother. I don’t expect a relationship, but I do expect us to be a team in this,” I said. I hoped it wasn’t too obvious that I was shaken with nerves, but Jensen’s expression remained kind throughout.

“That’s perfectly understandable. I know how badly you’ve wanted a child as well. I wouldn’t take that away from you,” he assured me. I smiled awkwardly, squeezing his hand in an attempt to show my appreciation. “With that settled however, there is the issue of how exactly we will conceive. I don’t intend to hold what you said while you were drunk against you, but—” he began, but I cut him off before he could continue.

“I…uh…would like to conceive naturally. I wasn’t just drunkenly rambling, that’s… I mean, I understand if you’re against it,” I said shyly. He watched me with a gleam in his eyes, those gorgeous blue orbs tracing along the swells and dips of my curves. It was an obviously appraising look, and I found myself praying that he liked what he saw.

“Can I be frank, Ashley?” he inquired, our eyes locking for a moment. I was too caught up in his stare to attempt to break away, and he reached out to caress my cheek. My breath caught in my throat, and I had to resist the overwhelming desire to press into his touch. My mouth fell open despite my attempts to keep it closed, and he smiled cheekily.

“Of-of course, Jensen,” I managed to stammer out, receiving a reassuring smile in turn.

“You’re a beautiful woman. I’m sure you’re well aware. What I mean to say is…I’ve always harbored an attraction toward you. I’ve wanted nothing more than to touch you since I first lay eyes on you,” he said bluntly, oozing confidence, and I found myself unable to keep from smiling. He seemed to be waiting for a response and, considering that it was obviously a full disclosure conversation, I threw caution to the wind.

“The feeling’s mutual. I’m sure you’ve felt my eyes on you at work, I’m not exactly the subtlest woman in the world. Every time you look at me…” I paused as his eyes danced with mirth. “Yes, like that. When you do that, it’s all I can do to keep from kissing you,” I admitted, my face growing almost unbearably hot. His expression changed from one of amusement to something much deeper, almost primal.

“We’ve got our answer then, don’t we?” he said, edging even closer to me. I struggled to remain in one spot, resisting the desire to surge toward him. I wanted him to take the lead, and he seemed all too eager to do so as he tangled a hand in my hair and drew my face closer to his. I squeezed my eyes shut, his breath hot against my lips.

When our lips touched, it was like a thousand electric shocks jolted through my body all at once. I fought to swallow a moan, only partially succeeding as he parted my lips with his tongue, massaging my own into action. He seemed pleased when I gripped his shirt, all but draping myself in his lap as our tongues danced and tangled.

When he drew away, the look he gave me sent a jolt of arousal straight between my thighs. I could feel the steady pulsing of my arousal, feeling embarrassingly wet for all we had done. If all it took was a bit of foreplay for me to come undone at his hands, I couldn’t imagine the pleasure of having him inside of me. The thought was enough to make me squirm and Jensen gripped my hips, his jaw clenching. I became suddenly aware of just what part of him I was wriggling against and parted my lips to apologize, only for him to hungrily smash our mouths together again.

Jensen held me firmly in place against his lap, and I could feel his manhood stiffening as things began to intensify. I drew away, urgently trying to tug my shirt off, and he took the hint, helping me. My chest heaved as he moved to cup my breasts in his hands, the sensation almost agonizingly pleasurable in spite of the thin layer fabric between us. He quickly reached around, unclasping my bra with one swift movement. As it fell away, he ducked his head to latch his lips around one of my swiftly-hardening nipples.

“Jensen,” I cried out helplessly, arching into his mouth. His hips jerked upwards, and I gasped as I felt the bulge of his manhood through his slacks. Unable to control myself, I quickly worked to unbutton his shirt, popping some of the buttons clean off in the process. I blushed, offering him an apologetic smile.

“Eager, aren’t we?” he panted, though it looked as if he were trying very hard to restrain himself.

“Can you blame me?” I whimpered, cursing myself for how needy I sounded.

Jensen smirked, reaching down between us to pop the button on his pants. He shifted them down on his hips, just enough for his straining manhood to pop free from his briefs. He breathed a sigh of relief, and my eyes widened as I took in the sheer size of him. I hesitantly reached down, gripping his girth in my hand. I could feel the steady beating of his pulse against my palm, and I found myself getting more flustered than ever.

“Do you want it?” Jensen whispered huskily, meeting my gaze with a cheeky little smile. My whole body shook from the intensity of my arousal, and I could do little more than softly mewl as he pressed his fingers to the damp fabric of my panties. He stroked me slowly through the fabric. I was nearly falling apart in his grip.

“Jensen, please,” I gasped, breath catching as he pushed my panties aside and pressed the head of his manhood against my entrance. I tensed my hands on his shoulders, bracing myself as I began to lower myself onto him. Inch by inch, he began to fill me up, and unable to support my own weight any longer, I allowed my hands to drop as I pressed my face into his shoulder. As the final inches sank into me, I could only moan as I clenched around his length.

“God, you’re so tight,” he whispered, tangling a hand in my hair. I hummed against his skin, unable to form words as I slowly raised and lowered my hips, sweet ecstasy filling me nearly to the brim. He aided me in my movements, guiding me up and down on his stiff member. I began to pick up the pace, feeling as if I could plummet off of the deep end at any given moment. He moaned encouragingly, angling his hips just so, and as he slammed my hips down against his own, I saw stars.

He continued to push me, harder and harder until I hit my peak with a sudden cry. I clenched around him, my walls flexing to get every drop out of him that I could. He came a moment later, spilling his seed deep inside of me. I felt so pleasantly full, my body aching with sheer pleasure.

“That was… Wow,” I said in a breathy gasp, and he smiled cheekily up at me.

“I aim to please,” he replied, though there was the faintest hint of weariness in his tone. I moved to shift off of him, but he gripped me tightly, refusing to allow me to move. He pressed his lips gently to my own again, and I wrapped my arms around him, breathing a soft sigh. “Would you like to stay the night?” he softly inquired, only a breath separating us. Giddiness washed over me, and it was all I could do to keep my composure.

“I’d love to,” I replied. He wrapped his arms around me, rising to his feet and carrying me to the bedroom. We collapsed on the bed, and a sense of peace washed over me as Jensen began to softly snore at my side. Unable to keep a smile from working its way onto my face, I pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth and began to drift off as well.

I couldn’t imagine things getting any better.