Rick chuckles quietly and shakes his head. “You are definitely a MILF, and a gorgeous one at that,” he states again. “You were ten times more beautiful than any other woman at the City Girls event, and I found your full figure to be very attractive, honey. It lets a man know that you’re fertile, and amenable to being bred.”
I gasp, my cheeks going red, and harsh streaks immediately slash across my date’s high cheekbones.
“Sorry,” he bites out. “I was a little too blunt there, wasn’t I?”
I shake my head quickly.
“Oh no. But you’re right. I guess my belly kind of tells a story of its own.”
He pauses a moment and then reaches his hand across the space between us, his palm hovering over the huge mound.
“May I, sweetheart?” he asks in a quiet tone. I stare at the handsome man because this is such an intimate gesture but then nod, biting my lip. My heart races as that giant palm rests gently on my stomach, the baby within moving slightly. There’s a look of wonder on his features, and I swear, Rick looks positively possessive at the moment.
“A miracle,” he rasps. “Absolutely incredible.”
I smile, suddenly feeling very confident. After all, this man is different from what I expected. I expected to find some gross pervert who was interested in me for all the wrong reasons, but actually, the fact that Rick’s turned on by my pregnancy turns me on too. I suppose even if he is a pervert, then I guess I am too because suddenly, I want it so bad that my thighs squeeze together with need.
“Actually,” I say in an offhand tone. “There’s another way I’m a MILF. Of course, I’m a MILF in the traditional sense of the word, but there’s something else too.”
“Oh? What is it?” the handsome man grins.
“Well, I’m sure you know that MILF can be an acronym for many naughty things,” I hint in a sly tone.
Rick growls, his blue eyes lighting with anticipation. “Really? Such as?” he asks.
I giggle again.
“Well, you saw what I did at the look-see, right?” I ask.
He nods, those blue eyes flaring with heat.
“I saw,” he confirms. “You were fucking gorgeous penetrating yourself, honey. I couldn’t believe you could squeeze that much of your hand into your wet sweetness.”
I nod, smiling coyly.
“I know,” is my purr. “I got four fingers in, but actually, I was holding back because MILF can also stand for ‘Man, I Like to Fist.’ So that would be all five fingers inside, all the way up to my wrist,” I murmur while shooting him a steady look. “Do you understand what I’m talking about?”
The handsome man jerks, his body stiff beneath the expensive suit.
“Are you fucking kidding me, baby?” he rasps. “Fisting? Holy shit.”
I shake my head.
“No, I’m not kidding,” I say in a musical tone. “It’s something I’ve enjoyed for a long time, and now that I’m pregnant, I need it even more. I have small hands, so it’s not a challenge for me to do it on myself. But a man like you,” I say, shooting a meaningful glance at his big palms. “You might be able to deliver an experience a girl would remember.”
He flushes then, a dark red creeping up his neck, and I love knowing that I’ve gotten under Rick’s skin. He’s such an alpha male, and probably so used to everyone and everybody falling in line whenever he barks a command. But now, Hannah Jones is pulling out her bag of tricks, and the billionaire’s in for a wild ride.
“So what do you say, big boy?” I murmur. “Are you ready for a good time?”
He stares at my curvy form, that bright blue gaze dropping to the shadowy spot between my thighs, and I swear, a little gush of heat comes rushing out as if he’s just touched me there with his hands and not his eyes.
“Yes, baby,” he rumbles. “I think I can help you. So you’re a MILF, hmm? In both senses of the word it turns out.”
“I am,” I giggle while standing and holding out my hand. “Now, why don’t we get this date started for real?”
With that, we’re off to the races, and unbeknownst me, my life has taken more than a left turn. It’s veered around a hairpin curve, sped uphill, and then gone rocketing off a cliff because I’ve met Rick Taylor, and now, nothing will ever be the same.
6
Hannah
Rick’s limo is waiting for us in front of the wine bar. We climb in and the driver glances in the rearview mirror at my date.
“Home,” the billionaire barks at the man. The chauffeur nods immediately, averting his eyes, and then Rick presses a button, raising the privacy barrier with a soft whir. Once we’re alone in the darkness, he turns to me, those blue eyes gleaming despite the low lights.