Page 37 of Twins with Daddy’s Bestie

“You want to scream, don’t you?” Drake asks, leaning down and kissing my ear.

“Yessssss,” I hiss. The pleasure builds, and I feel frenzied as he moves faster and faster, his body pumping against mine. My vision blurs with pleasure. Drake's hand reaches for my mouth to cover it, and I bite his finger gently, letting out a moan I can't control as the feeling overtakes me.

“You like that?” he asks, moving his hips harder and faster, making me whimper into his palm. He leans down again and whispers in my ear, “Come on my cock, Olivia.”

My body twitches below him as he continues thrusting, not relenting as waves and pleasure crash over me. If I could scream right now, I would. The intensity of it is strong, and that doesn't keep me from waiting for someone to walk in and catch us. Something about the idea of that turns me on even more and heightens the sensations.

When my body finally settles, Drake pulls out of me, and I see he’s still hard. Even though I just came, I want more of him. I push him toward the small table and force him down onto the chair before I climb into his lap and lower myself onto his cock.

He grabs my waist again and holds me steady as I bounce on top of him, taking control of the tempo as I feel him getting stiffer and readying to explode. It doesn't take long before I'm on the verge of another orgasm, and I feel myself tightening around him. His fingers dig into my hips as he shudders beneath me, his cock throbbing inside me as he comes.

The loud sound of applause outside of the room catches our attention, and I lose control, moaning loudly as he fills me with his seed. Any minute now, people will walk through those doors and start putting coffee mugs in the dishwasher, and I'm here with my breasts hanging out of my shirt, bouncing on the CEO’s lap.

The applause ends and I move to stand, but he holds me in place as I continue grinding, letting our orgasms recede before climbing off his lap. Drake stands up and buttons his pants as I quickly redo my blouse and pull up my panties. I take a seat at the table and return to my inventory moments before the door opens and a few employees walk in.

They don't pay us any mind as they wave and look around at the inventory spread on the table. Drake looks back at me and waves casually before heading out, leaving me to get back to work as if nothing just happened.

24

Drake

TWO WEEKS LATER

Before Olivia and I can do anything else to move forward with our relationship, Leonard has to know. He has to know before any of my employees know, especially anyone in the media. I'm almost more nervous about talking to Leonard about this than the fact that I'm having a child.

“I'll make lemon meringue pie, too,” Olivia says as we rush through the aisles of the grocery store to gather ingredients for dinner. She's been stressing about this dinner since I invited Leonard over last week. “He has a sweet tooth, and I think we should exploit that. The better the food, the less likely he'll be to jump across the table and strangle you.”

“You're not doing much to calm my nerves,” I joke, pushing the cart as she looks over the ingredients in the baking aisle.

“Oh, I'm not trying to.” She drops powdered sugar into the already overflowing basket. “I want you to go into this with realistic expectations.”

We finish checking out and rush back to my house. Olivia has been staying here for the past week, but she's not fully moved in. Things have been busy at work, and she's in no rush to pack everything she owns. We still have seven months to get our lives together. It's been nice having her in the house, though. Not only can I spend every night beside her, but I get the benefit of her cooking almost every night, too. It might sound chauvinistic, but she enjoys cooking.

Olivia sets off to prep dinner roughly five hours before Leonard will arrive. I linger in the kitchen for a while offering to help, but she wants this to be perfect. Instead, I set the table and mentally steel myself for the worst.

The doorbell rings about fifteen minutes before Leonard is supposed to arrive, and dinner isn't ready yet, which is stressing Olivia out. I answer it and invite him in, seeing the warm smile on his face and knowing it will soon disappear.

“It smells incredible in here,” Leonard says, taking a seat on the couch in the living room. “One might think you made some effort today.”

“Effort was made, but it wasn't by me,” I laugh, inviting him over to the table as I walk into the kitchen where Olivia is frantically plating our meals.

I help her grab some of the dishes and walk back out to the table, watching Leonard's face as his eyebrows raise seeing Olivia.

“Liv, what are you doing here honey?” Leonard stands to hug his daughter. “You’d better be paying my daughter overtime if she's cooking for you at home again.”

He doesn't get it yet, and I don’t blame him. Why would he assume that she's pregnant and I'm the father?

Olivia sets the plates down and joins us at the table, choosing to sit next to her father instead of me. He smells the food, a tamarind-spiced lamb chop with an array of vegetables and sweet potato mash. My mouth is watering from the smell, but I can’t possibly take a bite.

“Dad, there's something I need to tell you,” Olivia says after we make small talk. He puts down his fork and looks at her curiously. She looks at me, and that doesn't go unnoticed by Leonard, who looks between us, recognition dawning to replace confusion.

“No...” Leonard says under his breath, shaking his head as he puts his fork down.

“Drake and I are seeing each other,” Olivia nervously says, wringing the napkin in her hands. Leonard shakes his head and pushes his chair back. “It's been going on for about a month now. I didn't think it was going to be anything serious, but…”

“How could you do this?” Leonard shouts, directing his anger at me as he jumps to his feet and slams his hands on the table. “Really, Drake? My daughter? There are countless women in this city, and you chose my daughter?”

I was expecting this. I knew as soon as he found out he would lash out and scream at me, so I'm prepared. I don't shake or stand up or get defensive. I stay right where I am and eye him calmly, nodding.