Annie's got the job and the apartment, and doesn't need the attentions of her arrogant billionaire boss, Nathan Abelard. Who wants to be another notch on the bedpost? But he persuades her to carry his heir, and the tables are turned when Nathan sees her fecund, pregnant body.
Warning! This erotic romance is 7,750 words of sex, breasts, lactation, pregnancy, breeding and curve worship. Adults only!
Nathan Abelard has a different woman on his arm every other evening. Never his wife, though; theirs was a marriage of convenience and she's made it quite clear she has no intention of producing an heir for him. So he turns to his personal assistant, Annie, persuading her with alcohol and cash that she should act as a surrogate mother. He impregnates her, and abandons her to the pregnancy.
But seven months in, she's at her lowest ebb, pregnant and alone in her apartment. Nathan comes to check up and finds he's utterly transfixed by her huge, fertile belly and massive breasts. He's never seen a woman like this before. Annie comes to realise, through his devoted attentions and pure lust, that she's more powerful and feminine than she's ever been.
How will she keep him in her power?
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"May I touch you?" he whispered in awe.
He was odd. Different. Unsure of herself, she nodded and croaked a yes.
With tentative hands he reached out and stroked her belly gently. He explored her huge swell with soft, respectful fingers. Then he looked up and met her gaze with a dark, smouldering expression. "Will you undress for me?"
His question was so hesitant that she blinked. This wasn't the Nathan that she knew. She shook her head. "No. I'm enormous and...there's..."
"Please, Annie. You are beautiful."
"No." She felt her lower lip tremble
"Annie! Don't cry!" As she lowered her head, she felt herself gathered into Nathan's embrace and the sensation of his strong arms encircling her was the last straw. The sobs tore out of her and she fell against him, into him, needing more than anything else to feel loved and safe and wanted.
She howled like a primeval animal and still he held onto her, stroking her hair, rubbing her back, leading her eventually into her main room and finding a box of tissues. "Here you go. Blow. It's ok. It's all going to be ok."
As her pent up frustration and fear subsided, Annie began to calm down. She accepted the tissues gratefully. "I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for! Nothing. Annie, I cannot tell you how grateful I am for you doing this. And how you make me feel right now. Looking at you...like an earth goddess, with my child in there. God, I would fight lions with my bare hands to keep you both safe. I have never, ever seen you looking so...gorgeous. And I do want to see you naked."
"You can't," she mumbled miserably. "I'm just huge. And I haven't bothered to shave any of my bits. And my ... I have ... oh god, stretch marks everywhere!" She fell into a fresh fit of sobbing, quieter this time.
Nathan took her chin in his hand and tipped her head back to look her in the eye. She blinked away tears. "Stretch marks?" he said. "Badges of honour, you big, brave woman. Show me."
His voice was full of command and she obeyed like an automaton. She turned away, not for privacy but so she didn't have to see him watching her, and stripped out of her baggy maternity clothes. She even let her unsexy knickers and industrial-strength bra fall to the floor. And then she turned back around to face him, and with a deep breath looked him in the eye.
He gasped, and smiled, stretching out his arms towards her, beckoning her into his arms. "Look at you!"
She glanced down. "Yeah, I'm a whale with shiny lines all over me."
He bent his head and kissed her stretch marks on the rising swell of her bump. Slowly and gently he touched her breasts. "You are the most attractive thing I've ever seen. These...are just wonderful."
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Published September 4, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.