The Baby Proposition

A fifteen-year age gap has kept Ana from acting upon her attraction to Ronan. She's certain that she and the handsome college student have nothing in common and that any attempt at a relationship would only end in disaster. Yet her ticking biological clock makes her reckless, and she decides to proposition him. Asking him to get her pregnant. No strings attached. But what starts out as a simple agreement quickly turns complicated when it becomes clear that Ronan wants more...

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I was running late, but there was no way I would miss out on picking up my morning latte. I rationalized the delay by telling myself I was irritable enough as it was, and without caffeine, I was likely to make everyone at work miserable.

Including myself.

Besides, my favorite coffee shop was located on the first floor of the same building that my office was in, meaning that I was hardly going out of my way. It was busier than I was used to, of course. Because normally I liked to get there right as they opened. That also meant that I was at my workplace earlier than most of my co-workers too, allowing me to get a head start on my day.

As soon as I stepped inside, I saw him. Part of the reason that I was late this morning.

Ronan wasn’t just my favorite barista. He was the son of the owner of the place and was being groomed to step into his mother’s shoes within the next few years.

He’d also recently become the face of far too-many erotic fantasies of mine. Just this morning, I’d used both vibrator and my fingers to make myself cum more than once, with his name on my lips.

A fact that brought heat rushing into my face as he looked up with a surprised yet wholly professional smile. “Ms. Carter! I was wondering what happened to you today.”

“Overslept. Guess I need a new alarm clock or something.”

“Or maybe you’ve been working too hard. Again.” He looked as if he wanted to say something more, then turned instead to gesture toward the back counter. Sitting next to a row of industrial-strength expresso machines was a large foam cup. With my name written on it. “I made your usual, but it’s probably gone cold. Give me a few minutes and I’ll make you a fresh one.”

“No need.”

“You sure?”

“It’ll be fine. I really need to get to work.” I smiled at him, but I couldn’t quite meet my eyes. Memories of the fantasies I’d had about him were playing in my head, making me breathless. “Please?”

“Anything you want, Ms. Carter.” Something in his voice made me look up. In time to get a great view of his very fine ass behind the counter. The way his jeans were a little too snug, clinging to that tight, rounded bottom. My fingers twitched.

He turned and brought me my drink. Handed it to me.

His fingers brushed against mine. It didn’t feel like an accident.