The Polar Bear's Baby (Honeypot Babies Book 1) by Sophie Stern Page B

bed with me. We rest on top of the comforter, on top of the pillows, on top of the best damn mattress I’ve ever been on in my life, and we hold each other for a little while.
    “I was serious when I said I want you to stay.”
    “I was serious when I said you would,” I tell him. I need to stop holding my breath. Breathe, Mia. Breathe.
    “Do you need to give notice at work?”
    “Two weeks. A month if I want to be generous.”
    “The idea of being without you for another month makes me crazy,” he whispers. “But we can do what you want.”
    “Two weeks it is.”
    He kisses me again and smiles.
    “You know, you never did tell me what you do for work.”
    “I work at a bakery.”
    His eyes open wide and I know he’s trying to tell if I’m fucking with him. I’m not. I had no idea he was a baker, but part of me thinks I should have figured it out.
    “So, I’m going to be needing a new job soon,” I say with a smile. “Know any bakeries in the area that have openings? I’m very good at banana bread. It’s kind of my specialty.”
    “Hmm,” he says, tapping his chin thoughtfully. I pick up a pillow and smack it with him. Aidan pretends to be hurt and playfully rolls back on the bed, and I’m instantly caught by how damn fine he is.
    “I know you’re okay,” I say.
    “I’m not. You really hurt me.”
    “Aw, do you want me to kiss it better?”
    With that, the mood suddenly shifts, and he nods slowly. No longer are we playfully giggling and laughing and talking about the future. No, the future is now, in this moment, and we’re both ready to find out what’s going to happen.
    He’s on his back and I lean over him, eyeing his soft pink lips. I want to kiss him until the world ends. He’s that damn amazing. The world isn’t ending, though. It’s only just beginning. My life feels like it’s been on hold, just waiting for this, just waiting for right now, and I’m not going to do anything to try to slow it down. I’m not going to do anything but enjoy this moment.
    “Does it hurt here?” I kiss his cheek.
    “No.”
    “How about here?” I kiss his other cheek.
    “No.”
    “Hmm, what about over here?” My lips touch his neck.
    “Lower,” he whispers, his voice deep and husky. Aroused.
    “Here?” I run my fingers over his hard chest and down to his abs. His cock is hard. I can see it, but I don’t touch him there. Not yet. He’s teased me more than enough for one night. I think it’s my turn to do a little teasing of my own.
    I kiss his nipples, one at a time. I don’t know if men really like having their nipples licked, but it feels good when someone does it to me, so why not find out? He groans a little as I lick and suck, so I think that Aidan, at least, likes the feeling.
    “Does that make it all better?” I ask in a whisper.
    “Keep going,” he says, forgetting about his pretend pain. Mission accomplished. I feel a wave of womanly satisfaction at knowing I’ve managed to turn him on this much. He’s aroused to the point where he forgot about the game we were playing and he just wants me.
    He needs me.
    I run my hands down his stomach, over his hard abs. I lick and kiss my way down, slowly moving over his body. His skin is soft beneath my hands and I just want more. I’m careful to avoid his cock as I make my way past his belly button and over the start of his dark pubic hair.
    I know what he wants because I want it too. I want to suck Aidan’s cock until he can’t help but come in my mouth. I want to feel his seed wash over my tongue and down my throat. I want to make him lose control.
    Something tells me that Aidan is used to being in control. It wouldn’t shock me if he was quite the planner, a Type-A personality kind of guy. That’s fine. It probably makes him an excellent business owner and a quality baker.
    But everyone needs to let loose a little bit sometimes and tonight is Aidan’s time. Instead of taking his cock in my mouth, I decide to tease him a little