Chapter 5

I've spentthe entire day annoyed by everyone. All I wanted to do was leave the office so I could go home and be with Ella. But instead I've had meetings and people in my face all day, and I'm agitated as I walk out of the last one.

"I've tried to clear your schedule as much as possible for tomorrow, but there are still some conference calls you have to listen in on. I've made the schedule and emailed it to you."

"I'm not going to be on them, Carol."

She's trying to keep up with my quick pace as I rush out of the boardroom and to the elevator.

"Mr. Renshaw, I've tried to move them, but it's impossible. At least listen in, this has to do with—"

She's talking as fast as she can, but I'm done listening to anyone who isn't Ella. My sole focus is getting home and getting inside her. If she won't let me have her tonight, then I'm going to spend my time convincing her why she should. So either way, I'm going to end up balls deep before the sun comes up.

When I get on the elevator, Carol is still talking, but I hit the button for the lobby and ignore her as she stands there.

"Goodnight, Carol," I say, ignoring her agitated looks as the doors close and I ride down to the lobby.

Once there, I walk outside to my waiting car and get in the back. I raise the glass partition between the driver and me, and I'm on the phone before he pulls away from the curb.

"Hello?" her soft voice says, and it calms every nerve in my body.

"Ella," I say, closing my eyes. Her name is like a balm to my need for her. "I'm on my way home. Have you had dinner yet?"

"Um, hi Brooks," she says, and I think she might be smiling. "Yeah, I already ate. Your cook made me something a little while ago. She said not to wait on you. Is that okay?"

A picture of her biting her lip enters my mind and my cock throbs. I reach down and rub my hand over my slacks where the hard length is going down my thigh. It's been hard since she came into my office, and I haven't had even thirty seconds to find some relief. It's probably why I'm so fucking grouchy.

"Yes, I usually don't make it home in time for a decent meal, but for you I'm going to start making an exception."

"Oh really? How kind of you." She laughs a little, and I can hear the smile in her voice.

The shy woman who was in my office earlier is gone, and there's a playful flirty woman in her place. Could it be that the phone makes her less intimidated? Or is spoiling her doing the job?

"Did you get settled in okay?"

"I did, all thanks to you. You sent a team to my house, but I didn't have much to begin with. I think they were all bored."

I smile with her and lean back in the seat, relaxing for what feels like the first time in years. "You sound like you're happy to be home then."

"It's beautiful here. I appreciate the opportunity to work for you and your sister."

"I think you'll find I'm more than agreeable to anything you ask for." I hear what sounds like water on the other end of the phone and I sit up straight. "Are you taking a bath?"

There's complete silence on the phone, and then she clears her throat. "Mr. Renshaw, I don't think that's appropriate conversation for our work relationship—"

"Answer me, beautiful," I say, and I put all the power I can behind those words.

She's silent so long I don't think she's going to answer me. But I know what I heard, and her semi-denial is nearly proof. If she's naked on the other end of this phone I might not make it home before I combust.

"Yes," she breathes, and the one word is barely above a whisper.

I close my eyes tight before my hands start to scramble. I lean back in the seat and reach down inside my slacks and grab my cock. I can't get to it fast enough. As soon as my hand makes contact with the steel-hard length, I'm biting my lip to keep from groaning.

"Are you in the big bathroom? The one with the tub in the middle of the room?" I stroke my hand up and down my cock as I hear the water splashing a little more on the other end of the phone. I need every goddamn detail.

"Yes," she breathes again, and I can tell she's turning shy.

She's in my bathroom. Which means the movers did as I instructed and put her in my bedroom, too. The image of her wet pussy soaking in my tub has me leaking cum on my hand. Fuck, I'm not going to make it home before I cum all over my hand. I glance out the window to see how close we are.

"Did you use bubbles?" I ask, needing to know everything.

"No," she answers, and I can't hold back my growl of excitement.

If I were in the bathroom with her right now, I could stand over her and look straight down at her naked body. I could tell her to spread her legs and let me see that pink cunt I want to breed.

"Did you think of me when you took your clothes off and got in the hot water?" I ask, needing to know.

I'm desperate for her, and I need some sort of sign that she wants me, too. I could feel the pull between us today; it's unlike anything I've ever felt and I know it wasn't just me. If she gives me even the slightest hint, I don't care if she is my stepsister. I'm going to get her little ass pregnant.

"Yes," she replies, and I swear to god I can hear a whimper in her voice.

"Are you touching yourself while we're on the phone?" I ask and pump my cock faster.

Fuck, I'm not going to make it. There's no answer, but I can hear the water moving, and I close my eyes tight, picturing her hand moving between her legs.

"Stop it," I growl, letting the anger push forward so that I don't cum. When I don't hear the sounds of water anymore, I hold the phone close to my mouth. "Stay where you're at, and don't you dare touch that sweet little pussy again. She belongs to me now, and I'm coming for her."

"Okay," she answers, and it's so soft I almost don't hear it.

"Good girl, beautiful. I'm on my way."

I hang up then tuck my aching cock back in my pants as the driver pulls up to the front of my house. I start stripping off my clothes as I enter.

"Eleanor!" I shout as I yank off my tie and throw it down in the foyer.

I pull off my shirt and toss it down on the stairs. I'm practically running inside, down the long hall to my bedroom, desperate to get to her. When I get to my room, I glance around and see some of her things. I strip off my pants and underwear as rush into the bathroom.

There, in the middle of the bathroom, is my fucking goddess, naked in the water, her hair piled high in a messy bun, and her cheeks flushed with either the heat of the bath or need.

When I had this house designed, I didn't give two shits about the bathtub, but the designer told me since I had the space, the bath should be a key focal point in the room. I just said "whatever" and I've never once used it. But right this second, I think I'll send the company a nice Christmas bonus. It cost an arm and a leg, but standing here and seeing my beauty naked and spread for me, I'd gladly give every last penny I had for it.

"Beautiful," I breathe, and for a second my chest tightens so much I'm worried I might have a heart attack. I take a breath knowing I can't die before I get inside her pussy.

"Brooks, I don't know if this is a good idea. Oh god, what was I thinking." She tries to cover her breasts, but I walk over to the side of the tub and look down at her.

"Stop," I say, and it's a command. She looks up to me and our eyes lock. The feeling from earlier comes rushing back and I know damn well she feels it, too. I can see it in her eyes and the way she's looking up at me. "Let me see it."

She slowly lowers her arms, exposing her breasts, and I shake my head.

"Those are perfect and I can't wait to have them in my mouth. But you know what I want."

Her cheeks redden even more as my eyes trail down her body to her thighs and she slowly spreads them.

"That's it. I've been thinking about that rosy little pussy since you walked in my office. Use your fingers and spread those lips."

She does as I ask, and I can see her hands tremble under the water.

"Rise up, I want to see it all."

I step into the tub as she brings her hips up to the surface. The bath is big enough for about five more people, but luckily for me there won't ever be anyone but her and me.

I ease down into the hot water across from her and spread my legs. I stare at her pussy, letting my eyes linger on her puffy lips and hard little clit.

"You want a baby in there, don't you?" I say, and look into her eyes. She bites her lip and nods.

I sit up on my knees and move over her body so that I'm on top of her in the tub. Her legs are still spread, and her hand remains on her pussy, holding it open for me. She's ready to be bred, and I'm not waiting any longer for it. She might be my baby sis, but I'm going to take her bare and get her pregnant on the first try.

She's slick from the water, so when I slide the head of my cock into her, it's easy.

"Virgin little cherry, isn't she?" I say when I feel her barrier.

"Yes," she says, looking up at me through her lashes.

"Don't worry, beautiful. I'll be easy."

I slide in farther and feel it pop as her body tenses. Leaning down, I kiss her, letting my tongue glide across her lips until she opens for me. She tastes like cookies, and it's so goddamn innocent I can't help but thrust into her a little more.

My hands grip her hips as I work my way inside her, knowing she's unprotected. The chance of getting her pregnant makes me even harder, knowing I'll be breeding her for my own. I can't wait until her belly is big and round and my stepsister is carrying my child. Fuck, I should tell her, but I can't take the chance she'll say no. I need this, and I've never needed this before.

I've never looked at a woman and thought about impregnating her, but with my Ella, I want to take her from behind like an animal and hold her hips up while I keep filling her up with my cum.

"Yes," she whispers against my lips as I take her deeper.

Her body is ripe, and I bet she's ovulating. She's so fucking ready for my cock that I know she's thinking it, too. She's probably hoping that my seed takes root and she'll end up with a blue line by morning.

"Open up for me, beautiful," I say, spreading her legs and tilting her hips. If she cums, her cervix will be nice and soft, so my cum will go right in. "That's it. Nice and easy," I say, encouraging her.

My mouth goes to her nipple and I suck on it, feeling the hard peak on my tongue. She moans and grips my hair as I rock in and out of her pussy. She's so close, and so am I, but I know what's at stake. I won't dare cum before she does, because I want to make sure I've got her where I want her.

"Brooks, don't stop," she begs, and I wouldn't dare.

When I slide a hand to where we're connected, I brush my thumb across her clit, and she cries out. It's loud and echoes off the tile of the room, and I thrust into her one last time, holding my cock as deep as it will go.

I feel the pulses of cum pump up my shaft and into her, and I growl through it. Her body lets nature take over as her pussy squeezes every drop out of me and into her womb. It makes it even hotter as I look down at her naked body, seeing her hips beg for more. She wants this baby. Maybe almost as much as I do.

Moving my hands around her back, I stand up in the tub with her in my arms. I don't dare take my cock out, because I don't want to chance anything spilling out.

"Where are we going?" she asks, her eyelids heavy.

"I'm going to make sure you get what you want," I say, carrying her to the bed. I put a pillow on the bed for her hips and then lay her down on top of it. "Now show me again where you want me to put your baby."

Her hand goes to where we're connected, and she spreads her lips once again. I look down at my thick cock sliding in and out of her, covered in cum.

"Hold them open, beautiful. I wanna be a daddy."