The Conspiracy of Baby-Switching novel Chapter 112

With his eyes focused between my legs, he strokes himself once, twice, three times... I watch the moment he ejaculates through the lips of my sex.

Never have I seen something so hot...so ridiculously fucking hot.

He lifts his fingers and slowly slides them through my pulsing body.

Rubbing himself into me, making sure I feel every drop of his semen.

Fucking...hell.

I feel the hot cream of his seed as he smears it through my sex.

He pants as he watches me, the darkness behind his eyes sends a shiver up my spine.

A perspiration sheen is all over his skin, and honestly...I've never seen anything so beautiful.

"I wanted you then," I pant as I pull him down to kiss me. "Why couldn't we...?"

"I'm waiting for our date," he whispers in my ear. "I want it to be special.

I'm a virgin, you know."

I giggle as I hold him close. "Virgins don't know how to do what you just did."

"You'd be surprised." I feel him smile into my hair. "Porn is very educational."

Gabriel walks out of his wardrobe in his dark gray suit with a crisp white shirt and I smile. Now that the cat is out of the bag, I can't even pretend to act casual about him. I'm fangirling like a pro.

He walks back into his wardrobe and sprays his aftershave on, and I walk in and grab him by the tie. "Seeing you in your suit makes me want to drop to my knees...Mr. Ferrara."

His eyes hold mine, and he unzips his trousers. "Do it." We've had the best weekend.

On Saturday morning, we went to the market and wandered around, then we went out for lunch, followed by bike riding around Central Park. Well, the four of them, the kids, Gabriel and Mark, rode a bike, and Gabriel pulled me along in a buggy.

Mark crashed his bike and Gabriel was laughing so hard that he nearly ran us into a lake, it was so fun.

Saturday night we had a dreamy dinner on the terrace and then the kids played in the hot tub while Gabriel and I drank too much red wine while lying on the deck chairs.

Yesterday we had a lazy day, we unpacked our suitcases and did online grocery shopping to get ready for the week.

My phone rings and the name Gabriel lights up the screen.

"Hello." I smile.

"Hello, is this Mrs. Cock Sucker?" he breathes, and I can tell he's smiling.

"This is Miss Cock Sucker."

"Hmm, well, with a performance like this morning, you won't be unmarried for long," he whispers darkly. "My cock tingles every time I think of it...well done."

I giggle and look around guiltily. "Did you call me at the kids' playground to discuss my culinary skills, Mr. Ferrara?"

"Absolutely," he whispers. "What are you wearing?"

"What am I wearing?" I glance up into the hard, cold stare of Gabriel's mother, she's standing over me. I glance around for Mark; he's nowhere to be seen.

Fuck.

"Hang up," she mouths. "Now."