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He growls against my slick lips before attacking my pussy. Oh, what have I done? Deeper and deeper he drives his tongue, then up, teasing my clit, sucking on my inner lips then my outer ones, driving me out of my mind and never letting me get close to coming. I’m sobbing. It’s been too long without him. I barely have time to take in the fact his mouth is no longer on me before I open my eyes to see him looking down at me with fierce possession. Rough hands go to the back of my knees opening me wide for him, then he thrusts inside me so deep, so hard, I scream. He’s there, right against my cervix, and fuck it hurts. Any other time I would be begging him to stop, only now the pain feels so good. I know the pain means he’s right where he needs to be to breed me to fill me up, to give me the baby we both long for.

I never feel my orgasm building. One moment I’m gasping for air, the next I’m coming with a scream. Oh my god, Chris is like an animal, harder and harder, faster he’s moving. I feel him come, hot, thick, deep inside me. Although he normally stays inside me, his strokes slower after he comes, this time he doesn’t slow. He keeps thrusting deep inside me, pushing my orgasm out. It’s too much, I can’t take it. I’m begging for him to stop, incoherent in my pleas. Then he’s coming again with a shout, thrusting deeper. The pain is instant, bright, and hot inside me.

Slower now, he moves a few lingering strokes as he stops to rest his head on mine. I open my eyes to sky blue, to the love I swear I’ll never take for granted. He tries to move, but my legs wrap tight around him. “No, you need to stay inside me. I don’t want to lose a drop.”

He chuckles as stops moving. “Hmm...we don’t have to worry. My baby girl is firmly planted. But damn do you feel good.”

“We can never be too sure, although I do believe you are right. It’s weird, but I felt the same magic I did when I first saw you, like my whole life has changed. I do believe you firmly planted your first son inside me.”

“Sugar, I’m telling you it’s our second daughter.”

I roll my eyes. “What do you think about Michael for a name?”

“I’m all for the whole gender neutral thing, only let’s not make her life too hard. If you want to do a unisex name, Morgan sounds good.”

“You’re so funny. What about Thomas?”

“How about Taylor? It’s working pretty well for Taylor Swift.” I laugh as I shake my head. I fall asleep with Chris inside me, happy and confident all is right in our world.

25

Amelia

It’s Thursday, exactly seven days since Theresa left Simone in her baby carrier at our front door. I’m now ready and waiting for her. Ethan, Holly, Barbara, and baby John are here. Holly and Barbara have the babies upstairs on the third floor. Valdez called us yesterday to tell us she booked a flight back to Maryland today, in four hours. We got a call a half hour ago she left her hotel. I can’t stop pacing the length of the office. Running a hand through my hair, I tell myself it’s the last time, I didn’t spend twenty minutes getting it straight to mess it up. It feels surreal to be back in my lawyer clothes, a pencil skirt in gray with a matching blazer and white silk blouse. What’s even more surprising is I’m down to a size twelve. Ethan asks me for the fourth time if I’m sure I want to be the one to take point.

“My daughter, my play, my way.”

He nods with a smile. “Just making sure.”

When the doorbell rings I take a deep breath. It’s time to make her regret ever trying to fuck with my family. She’s not alone, there is a very regretful lawyer at her side I went up against once for a woman in the legal clinic, Lilith Sawyer. I took the woman down in court; she isn’t a concern.

In the office Ethan is by the window, while Chris doesn’t get up from his overstuffed chair. I guide the women to the two chairs in front of the desk, their backs to Ethan and Chris. Both women are obviously unsettled, and they don’t hide it very well.

“The man standing is my brother, Ethan Bishop. I believe you’ll both recognize Chris as the man you were hoping to extort today.” Theresa smirks, and Sawyer shakes her head. “Please, Lilith, you’re a shitty lawyer and a shitty liar.

“Ms. Kirby, I know you know who I am. I’m aware you read the article in the Tribune on me and saw dollar signs. It was sweet the way they painted me as some bleeding heart who was passionate about taking on custody cases at no cost for the legal clinic. I rather liked the picture of me with the mother holding her little girl, she was a sweet little girl.

“It doesn’t appear as though you read the rest of the article. Or did you miss the paragraph about how I met Chris? Where I won a settlement of three and a half million dollars on a case where no other lawyer said they would have pushed for more than a million? They were right. Two million should have been the max if they’d gone up against anyone else. Except, they made the mistake of fucking with Ethan’s client, who became my client. For that, there is something called punitive damages.

“How about the rather large paragraph about me suing one fifteen-billion-dollar company on behalf of a twenty-billion-dollar company and winning a settlement so large it sent the company into bankruptcy?

“You want to know how I did it? Those with the power make the rules, they set the terms, they win. Knowledge is power. You had knowledge at your fingertips, yet you didn’t use it.” I pull out the eighty-page report on Theresa then toss it on the desk. A picture of her with her fiancé is paper clipped to the front of the file. “I know all about you, Theresa. Everything.”

Her eyes get big, and she stands up. “You don’t scare me. I came here for my money, now give it to me. I need to get paid. Give me my money or give me my baby and I’ll see you all in court.”

“Sit down.” She swallows as she looks down at her lawyer, then sits. I open a different folder already on the desk. Taking out the paperwork, I push it across the table, then unclip the cashier’s c

heck inside. “This is the paperwork for you to give up your parental rights as well as a non-disclosure agreement. If you violate the agreement you are liable for a five-million-dollar penalty including all attorney fees. The going rate for surrogate mothers is one hundred twenty thousand dollars. We are willing to double it to a round two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Sign the document, take the check.”

Theresa laughs. “You are one crazy bitch. You all don’t think your baby is worth more than that? Hmm... wait till I tell her you all willing to pay to jet off to Greece and buy million-dollar homes so you can build a pool in your backyard, and can’t pay for your daughter what she worth.”

“Ms. Kirby, I’ll encourage you to never to take up acting. You might be intelligent, but you aren’t smart. How about I give your fiancé this signed statement from a well-known hockey player about how you demanded cash for an abortion? He was nice enough to print out the screenshot for us.”

I offer it across the desk to her. “Would you like a copy? Now, what do you think your fiancé would say about it? Or a signed statement from Candice Tucker, she’s willing to go on record about how you weren’t settling for a small payday. You wanted eighteen years’ worth of paydays. How about this arrest record for distribution of methamphetamine? Or this arrest record for prostitution. One or two of these things might be forgivable, but what about all of them at once?

“My daughter isn’t going anywhere with you. We’ll take your ass to court if we have to and it all comes out to everyone, everywhere. We’d get full custody in a day. Sign the paperwork, take the check. Or push for more and I’ll light a match to your world and you can watch it burn. The choice is yours.”

Eyes wide with fear, her hand trembles as she picks up the pen and signs the paperwork. She picks up the check and without another word or a look, she walks out of the room and slams the door on the way out.


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