Sleep? Did I really say sleep?

Good luck with that, honey. I was about as likely to get a good night's sleep as I was to wake up five inches taller and a blonde.

Jack followed me into the house and up the stairs. I swear I could feel his eyes on my back the entire time. Maybe it was hormones. Maybe it was just a serious case of lust. But regardless, it was clear neither one of us had any intention of screwing up the business deal that stood to give us both what we really wanted. He wanted a baby and I needed the best chance I'd ever get at launching my art career. I had to create some kind of security for myself and my future. And there was no way in hell I was going to destroy it all by fucking my boss. No matter how delicious he smelled… no matter how huge and sexy and…

We faced each other at the top of the stairs, our respective bedrooms so close…

"I'm so glad you're here," he said easily. The timbre of his voice set off vibrations low and deep inside me again. "The bathroom's here…," he indicated a door directly across from his room. "I hope you don't mind sharing it… the other is downstairs."

"I'm good… It's fine," I stumbled. "Thank you for tonight and… everything." I saw a light flare in his eyes again. "The studio, I mean. Goodnight… see you in the morning."

I ducked into the bathroom fast and closed the door behind me, leaning my full weight back against it, breathing heavily. I hadn't felt so awkward with a man since I'd been in my teens. But I was so not going to screw up my future, now it looked like I might actually have one…

I left my clothes in a heap on the floor and stepped into the shower, turning the water on full blast. I tipped my face back and let the water run in streams down my breasts and belly. At first, it was a soothing distraction. But by the time I'd shampooed my hair and was beginning to lather my body, I'd reached a point of no return.

Imagining Jack's naked body standing in this same shower where I was now, along with the fire he'd lit inside me with his kiss, was just too much. I couldn't stop thinking, that in a few days time he'd be impregnating me. Although it would happen through a clinical procedure in the doctor's office, I still couldn't stop fantasizing what it would be like with him… the real way. That fucking hot kiss had been the final straw. My hand found its way between my legs and I shuddered hard. My body was so ready, so willing… besides, all the books I'd read said orgasms are very healthy for the expecting-to-be-expecting woman…

I hadn't let my fantasies about Jack run wild. Not until now. But there was no way in hell I'd be able to maintain any level of comfort around him with this wall of sexual tension building up…

I ran my hand between the swollen lips of my pussy and found them already slick, wanting badly to be fucked. I leaned back against the shower wall and relaxed into the privacy of the steam and the sound of the water falling around me. I plunged two fingers inside and felt pure instinct take over. All I could feel was my own desperation and the shock waves left over from Jack's kiss. I wanted him, pure and simple, here with me now in the flooding water. With his cock working me deep… the way that I knew it wanted to.

I'd felt just how hard and thick he'd been. No man can hide his arousal from a woman when his hot cock is pressed into her belly. My hand moved faster, fingers moving in and out. My pulse was racing and I could feel my own tiny nub thickening, hardening against my palm.

I'd felt how long that cock had been too, and I imagined it now, pushed up inside me to the hilt. I'd ride him, I thought, biting my lip to stay quiet. He'd hold my ass as I wrapped my legs around him and ride him till he couldn't hold it back any longer.

I reached up and cupped one big breast with my hand and lifted it high, squeezing and pushing the nipple up and out. The one best benefit of being generously sized, the thought flashed. Then I reached down with my tongue and drew my own nipple in between my teeth. I sucked hard, pulling it deep into my mouth and flew apart in a shattering climax. No longer was it my hand or my mouth on my body. The fantasy of Jack Mason had fully taken hold…

No longer me, it was Jack who was filling me, Jack who was sucking my breast. My needs had become his and we were lost together in a crashing wave that left me weak and trembling. My hands stroked and soothed my kindled flesh, and the orgasm slowly, slowly subsided. But as my heartbeat failed to slow, failed to fall back into its calm, steady rhythm, I realized this might have been a huge mistake. I collapsed against the wet wall, panting.

I'd thought the fantasy of him would be enough. That I could satisfy the need he'd created in me all on my own. But as I leaned back, letting the water flood over me, I realized just how wrong I'd been. Instead of releasing my desire, I'd only heightened it a hundred fold.

But I'd signed a contract. And I wanted the future it promised me. Bought and paid for, sex was a complication I simply couldn't afford…