Legally Bound: Pregnant with my Rival's Baby

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

The next morning, I couldn’t get that kiss out of my head. Every time I closed my eyes, I could still feel the heat of Derek’s mouth on mine, the way his hands gripped my waist like he never wanted to let go. It was infuriating and intoxicating in equal measure.

I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, trying to shake off the memory. This was a lapse of judgment, I told myself firmly. Nothing more than exhaustion and the high emotions of a late-night argument. Derek Hawthorne was still my rival, and I wasn’t about to let a single kiss change that.

My phone buzzed on the counter, breaking my reverie. I picked it up to see a text from Derek: Drinks tonight? Let’s clear the air.

I hesitated, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. This was a terrible idea, but maybe a night out could help put things back on a professional footing. With a sigh, I typed back: Fine. 8 PM. L'Etoile Bar.

L'Etoile was as swanky as they came, all glass and chrome with a view of the Manhattan skyline that took your breath away. I arrived at 8 PM sharp, finding Derek already at the bar, nursing a whiskey. He looked up as I approached, his gaze sweeping over me in a way that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Sophia,” he greeted, standing up and gesturing to the stool next to him. “Glad you could make it.”

I sat down, ordering a gin and tonic from the bartender. “This doesn’t change anything,” I said, keeping my voice cool. “I’m just here to make sure we can work together without any… complications.”

Derek smirked, raising his glass to me. “To clearing the air.”

I clinked my glass against his, taking a sip. The gin burned on the way down, but it was a welcome distraction from the tension simmering between us. We started with small talk, keeping the conversation light and professional. But as the drinks flowed, the competitive edge that always defined our interactions began to reemerge.

“Admit it,” Derek said, leaning closer. “You were impressed with my argument last night.”

I scoffed, though the alcohol was making it harder to keep my composure. “Impressed? Please. You were just as stubborn as ever.”

“And you were just as infuriating,” he shot back, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Yet here we are, having drinks together.”

I glared at him, but I couldn’t deny the truth of his words. The banter, the challenge – it was part of what drew us together, even as we pretended to hate each other.

As the night wore on, the drinks kept coming, and our competitive dynamic only intensified. We challenged each other to shots, argued over the best way to handle clients, and debated the merits of various business strategies. By the time midnight rolled around, we were both decidedly drunk, the lines between rivalry and attraction blurring dangerously.

“I need some air,” I said, standing up a bit too quickly. The room spun, and I stumbled. Derek was there in an instant, steadying me with a firm grip on my arm.

“Easy there,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. “Let’s get you some water.”

I leaned into him more than I should have, feeling the hard planes of his chest through his shirt. We made our way to the elevator, intending to head to the hotel lobby for some fresh air. But when the doors closed behind us, the charged atmosphere from the night before came rushing back.

“Derek,” I whispered, my resolve weakening.

He looked down at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Sophia, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

The words broke the last of my restraint. I surged up to kiss him, and he met me halfway, his lips crashing into mine with a hunger that took my breath away. We stumbled into the wall, hands roaming, bodies pressing together as if trying to fuse into one.

“Need you,” Derek muttered against my lips, his hands sliding under my blouse to caress my skin.

I moaned, the sound lost in the depths of his kiss. “Get a room,” I managed to gasp out between kisses.

He fumbled for his phone, barely breaking the kiss to make a quick call. Moments later, he was guiding me out of the elevator and down the hall to a room on the top floor. As soon as the door closed behind us, we were on each other again, tearing at clothes, desperate to feel skin against skin.

Derek lifted me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me to the bed. He laid me down gently, his body covering mine, his mouth trailing hot kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, and lower still. I arched into him, my hands tangling in his hair, urging him on.

He paused to look up at me, his eyes blazing with a mix of desire and something deeper. “You’re so beautiful, Sophia,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion.

I pulled him back to me, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. “Shut up and kiss me,” I demanded.

He chuckled, but complied, his hands and mouth driving me wild with need. When he finally entered me, it was like coming home, our bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time. The passion between us was overwhelming, a wild, uncontrollable force that swept us away.

I moaned softly as Derek's lips trailed down my neck, his hands roaming over my body with a possessive, almost desperate urgency. Every touch, every kiss stoked the fire between us, making it harder to think, harder to breathe. All I knew was the need, the aching, relentless need for him.

“Derek,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as he kissed a path down to my breasts. His mouth found my n****e, sucking it into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. Pleasure shot through me, making me arch off the bed, seeking more of his touch.

“God, you taste so good,” he murmured against my skin, his voice husky with desire. He moved to my other breast, giving it the same attention, his hands sliding down to part my thighs. I was wet, so wet, my body ready and aching for him.

“Please,” I whispered, the word torn from my lips. “I need you, Derek.”

He groaned, lifting his head to look at me. His eyes were dark with lust, his breathing ragged. “I need you too, Sophia. So damn much.”

He moved down my body, kissing and licking a trail down my stomach, his hands spreading my thighs wider. When his mouth found my core, I cried out, my hips lifting off the bed. He licked me with long, slow strokes, his tongue flicking over my c**t, driving me wild.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, my hands fisting in the sheets. He slipped a finger inside me, then another, curling them to hit that perfect spot. I was close, so close, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

“Come for me, Sophia,” he murmured against my skin. “I want to feel you come.”

His words pushed me over the edge. I shattered, crying out his name as my orgasm ripped through me, my body convulsing with pleasure. He kept licking and sucking, drawing out every last wave of ecstasy until I was trembling and spent.

He moved back up my body, kissing me deeply, letting me taste myself on his lips. “I need to be inside you,” he growled, his voice rough with need.

“Yes,” I breathed, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I want you, Derek. Now.”

He positioned himself at my entrance, pausing for a moment to look into my eyes. “Are you sure?”

I nodded, my heart pounding. “Yes. Please.”

He pushed into me slowly, filling me inch by inch, stretching me in the most delicious way. I gasped, my nails digging into his back as he filled me completely, the sensation almost too much to bear.

“f**k, you feel amazing,” he groaned, his forehead resting against mine. He started to move, slow and deep, each thrust driving me closer to the edge again. I wrapped my arms around him, holding on tight as we moved together, our bodies slick with sweat, the air filled with our ragged breaths and moans.

The pleasure built again, faster this time, each thrust sending sparks of ecstasy through me. I could feel him getting closer too, his movements becoming more urgent, more frantic.

“I’m close,” he gritted out, his pace quickening. “Come with me, Sophia.”

I nodded, unable to form words, the pleasure overwhelming. With a few more thrusts, we both shattered, crying out each other’s names as we came together, the world dissolving into pure, blinding ecstasy.

We collapsed together, panting and spent, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through us. Derek held me close, his hand stroking my hair, his breathing gradually slowing.

“Wow,” I whispered, still trying to catch my breath.

“Yeah,” he agreed, his voice soft. “Wow.”

I moaned softly as Derek's lips trailed down my neck, his hands roaming over my body with a possessive, almost desperate urgency. Every touch, every kiss stoked the fire between us, making it harder to think, harder to breathe. All I knew was the need, the aching, relentless need for him.

“Derek,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as he kissed a path down to my breasts. His mouth found my n****e, sucking it into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. Pleasure shot through me, making me arch off the bed, seeking more of his touch.

“God, you taste so good,” he murmured against my skin, his voice husky with desire. He moved to my other breast, giving it the same attention, his hands sliding down to part my thighs. I was wet, so wet, my body ready and aching for him.

“Please,” I whispered, the word torn from my lips. “I need you, Derek.”

He groaned, lifting his head to look at me. His eyes were dark with lust, his breathing ragged. “I need you too, Sophia. So damn much.”

He moved down my body, kissing and licking a trail down my stomach, his hands spreading my thighs wider. When his mouth found my core, I cried out, my hips lifting off the bed. He licked me with long, slow strokes, his tongue flicking over my c**t, driving me wild.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, my hands fisting in the sheets. He slipped a finger inside me, then another, curling them to hit that perfect spot. I was close, so close, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

“Come for me, Sophia,” he murmured against my skin. “I want to feel you come.”

His words pushed me over the edge. I shattered, crying out his name as my orgasm ripped through me, my body convulsing with pleasure. He kept licking and sucking, drawing out every last wave of ecstasy until I was trembling and spent.

He moved back up my body, kissing me deeply, letting me taste myself on his lips. “I need to be inside you,” he growled, his voice rough with need.

“Yes,” I breathed, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I want you, Derek. Now.”

He positioned himself at my entrance, pausing for a moment to look into my eyes. “Are you sure?”

I nodded, my heart pounding. “Yes. Please.”

He pushed into me slowly, filling me inch by inch, stretching me in the most delicious way. I gasped, my nails digging into his back as he filled me completely, the sensation almost too much to bear.

“f**k, you feel amazing,” he groaned, his forehead resting against mine. He started to move, slow and deep, each thrust driving me closer to the edge again. I wrapped my arms around him, holding on tight as we moved together, our bodies slick with sweat, the air filled with our ragged breaths and moans.

The pleasure built again, faster this time, each thrust sending sparks of ecstasy through me. I could feel him getting closer too, his movements becoming more urgent, more frantic.

“I’m close,” he gritted out, his pace quickening. “Come with me, Sophia.”

I nodded, unable to form words, the pleasure overwhelming. With a few more thrusts, we both shattered, crying out each other’s names as we came together, the world dissolving into pure, blinding ecstasy.

We collapsed together, panting and spent, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through us. Derek held me close, his hand stroking my hair, his breathing gradually slowing.

“Wow,” I whispered, still trying to catch my breath.

“Yeah,” he agreed, his voice soft. “Wow.”

We lay there for a while, tangled together, the reality of what had just happened slowly sinking in. It had been more than just s*x; it was something deeper, something that scared me as much as it excited me. I knew we’d have to face the consequences of this night, but for now, I let myself drift off to sleep in Derek’s arms, savoring the warmth and comfort of being with him.