He gets the message. When he next thrusts in, he snaps his hips into my body, burying himself deeply and then pulling back out. I can feel him angling his thrusts, and he finds my g-spot surprisingly quickly this time, likely because he looked for it before with his fingers. I try to meet his thrusts, but I’m too overwhelmed to do anything but jerk against him.
The desk underneath us rattles, the drawers trembling at the side. Lyle’s hand finds mine and I clutch onto it, glad to finally have something to hold. My eyes roll backward and then my body tenses and my world goes white.
Dimly, I feel Lyle thrusting into me a few more times before he shudders and stills, crying out his own release. Slowly, my vision returns to me as Lyle, on shaky legs, pulls out of me and then helps me sit up.
Slowly, I look around the office. Our clothes are strewn everywhere, as are papers and pens.
“We made a mess,” Lyle comments.
“I’ll help clean,” I say. I shift and then grimace. “In a moment.”
Lyle laughs.
“It’s fine,” he assures me. “Look, let’s just sit on the couch for a moment. I think we have some things we need to talk about.”
“Yeah,” I agree.
We gather up the clothes, throwing them on hastily and then collapsing on the couch at the other end of the office. I curl up against Lyle, suddenly feeling a little tired.
“Do you really want this?” Lyle asks quietly.
I look
at him. I’m not surprised he’s asking. I’ve spent the last week ignoring him, after all.
“Yeah,” I say. “Sorry. I should have talked to you.”
“And I should have talked to you,” Lyle points out. “But we didn’t communicate, so we’re equally responsible. Let’s just move on from here.”
He pauses. And then he smiles.
“So…a baby,” he says quietly. “Wow.”
Wow indeed. I close my eyes. There’s so much to think about. But, right now, here with Lyle in his office, none of it really matters. Right now, we still need to talk about the collaboration, which is why he brought me up here, and focus on the present. We can think about the rest later.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Amanda
The next morning I wake up. I feel sore but amazing after yesterday.
I remember how warm I felt when Lyle told me that he was falling in love with me. It took everything I had to not say the same. I am falling in love with Lyle. Even when I was mad at him, even when I broke up with him, I missed him and his smile. That’s why I tried so hard to avoid him; I knew it would be impossible to forget him if we came face to face.
And now look what happened. We’re together again, we had amazing sex in his office, and now we’ve even started to think about makings plans for the arrival of a baby in eight to nine months.
I look at the calendar. Nine months seems really far away at this point. But I know they’ll go by in the blink of an eye, especially if I’m working at the same time. Before I know it, I’ll be in the delivery room.
The thought is terrifying. I’ve never considered having kids. It isn’t that I don’t want children, but I’ve never thought too hard about it, either. If I start a family one day, then so be it. I’ve been content, at this point, to simply focus on work and my fledgling relationships. There’s been no point in thinking of something that’s unlikely to happen any time soon.
Except it has happened. One moment of stupidity, and now there’s a baby on its way. I don’t know Lyle well enough to be raising a child with him, but that’s going to have to change pretty damn quickly.
At least he said that he’ll support me, no matter what. I like that. It’s nice. Maybe we won’t actually last, despite our currently growing feelings. Either way, I’ll be able to depend on him for help, and our baby will always have its father.
I sigh. I’ve pretty much made my decision now. Not only am I definitely keeping this baby, but I’m also staying in a relationship with Lyle. My mother is going to be over the moon.
My father… Not so much.
I grimace at this thought. I really don’t want to face him. But it’s time to do it now. If Lyle and I become serious, something that could happen a little quicker than normal due to the baby, then he’s going to need to know.