Summer was a distant memory, and the blazing reds and warm golds of Autumn had completely altered the landscape of the city. Emma waddled along the streets happily enjoying the sharp coolness of the october afternoon. She fondly gazed at the shrieking children playing in the park and lovingly patted her swollen tummy.
Incredibly her crazy plan had worked! After seeing Jason off at the airport, and a nerve wracking few days, she was ecstatic to find out she had indeed conceived. Her dream would come true....
The first few months had been a blur of morning sickness, afternoon sickness all day sickness even, and she missed Jason with a fierceness that was almost impossible to bear.
Starting out in her new job as she had planned eventually dulled the sharpness of the longing as the challenges of juggling her nausea and the demands of the new workplace left her with barely any time to dwell on anything. And the added surprise that she was having not one but two babies, that news had thrown her completely off balance, teetering between giddy happiness and nail biting worry.
Now she was at peace. Her ninth month was just beginning, she was counting the days until her little miracles would arrive..

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It was a typical airport scene, people hugging each other and sobbing, their eyes glued on their loved ones as they finally walked through to security… Emma had sworn she wasn’t even going to the airport when the time came for Jason to leave, but in the end she couldn’t keep away. Their time together had sped by and even though they had both tried their best to keep it all on the surface, little swirls of attatchment insistently crept in. But Emma was unshakeable in her resolve to keep free of entanglements, she did have a bigger plan after all!
Jason was holding her hand tightly and couldn’t seem to let go. He tugged her into a tight embrace, and tenderly touched his mouth to her trembling lips. Gently stroking her hair, he leaned his forehead against hers and just held on to her “I think I might miss you after all!” he murmured huskily.
Emma panicked as a giant wave of emotion threatened to overwhelm her. Her eyes were rapidly filling with tears that would not be held back. Tunneling her fingers through his hair she quickly pulled him into a deep kiss and acting for all she was worth, slipped into her alter ego, the sexy seductress..

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Jason frowned and started to pull back. Emma grabbed his arms desperately, “It’s safe” she breathed, “I’m protected, and I don’t have any problems…what about you?” she tagged on for effect.

“Are you sure” he asked doubtfully, “I certainly don’t have any problems.”

Emma already knew he was clean from her research, but she sighed as if in relief, and pulled his head down for a deep drugging kiss. Jason was lost once more. He groaned in surrender and took her in one swift stroke, plunging into her depths and stoking the inferno that was raging inside them both until they both found their release in a glorious burst of white hot heat.

Jason urged Emma to stay the night, and she readily accepted. They made love several times. She wasn’t really thinking of babies, the incredible lovemaking was addictive and they both seemed to crave each other…

For the remainder of the time Jason was in town, they saw each other almost every day. Emma tried her best to keep everything on the surface, acting like a no strings party girl with only one thing on her mind. It wasn’t too difficult. Around Jason there was only one thing on her mind.

Jason kept warning her that he was going away for a long time, and he wasn’t able to make any commitments. “I’m not a keeper type girl sweetie” she would respond laughingly. Yet something way down inside her felt tiny twinges of hurt. She firmly tamped them down.

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Afterwards, Emma could hardly remember what they ate or how they got back to Jason’s apartment. They were barely in the door before Jason swept her into his arms. “I’ve been waiting for this all night” he said hotly. His hands went unerringly to the flimsy tassels that held her dress up. He paused for the tiniest instant, as if asking her permission, then with one sure movement, he stripped her bare.

They barely made it to the bed before they fell upon each other. It was as if they were both starving for one another. Jason ripped off his clothes in record time, and they were both literally burning up as they came fully skin to skin. “Touch me” he demanded hotly. Emma ran her hands lovingly over his sinewy chest, her every nerve stimulated by an onslaught of sensation.

His mouth was everywhere on her leaving trails of fire wherever he touched leaving her throbbing with need. They were both ready to explode. Jason leaned over her, reaching out to the nightstand. Emma jerked to her senses. She couldn’t let him use protection, that would ruin the whole plan. “No no” she said urgently, “I am allergic to those.”

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The only problem was, she couldn’t get those feet to move, her heart was pounding so loudly she was sure her whole floor could hear it. Desperately she whipped out her trusty cell phone. “Help!” she moaned to Maggie.

“Listen girl, if you don’t get moving, I will personally come and drag you to him, kicking and screaming if I must!” her pal replied. Her voice was strident enough to get her moving hurriedly.

Jason was waiting for her, looking crisp and handsome and incredibly nice. As he got an eyeful of her, she could literally see his jaw drop. “You look fabulous,” he breathed. Gripping her hands, he brought them to his lips, and kissed them gallantly, sending little frissons of awareness all through her body. He kept hold of her fingers, caressing her knuckles with his thumbs. “Are you ready?” he asked huskily.

Mesmerized, she nodded slowly. She was ready for anything he had to suggest. Instinctively she stepped closer to him, raising her face for a kiss. She was oblivious to the fact that they were standing in the middle of a busy sidewalk, and so apparently was he. He swooped down and masterfully claimed her trembling lips tumbling them both into a vortex of desire. Only a piercing catcall snapped them out of their trance. Sheepishly they pulled apart and straightened their clothing. Jason tenderly smoothed her disheveled hair. “Lets go get dinner,” he said huskily, pulling her quickly to a nearby restaurant.

His manners were exquisite and he was gallant to a fault. Jason did just about everything right throughout the evening. Their conversation flowed naturally and their opinions and likes and dislikes seemed to complement each other perfectly.

Emma struggled to hold on to her party girl, no strings persona. She was getting desperately afraid that she would not be able to remain detached. But she had invested too much effort into Jason, and besides she really was getting to like him, she didn’t think she could find better genetic material for her baby. Naturally the temptation of steamy sex was the least of her considerations, she firmly reminded herself.

Many times during the evening she caught him staring at her with a puzzled look in his eyes, as if he was not quite sure who Emma was, the sexy empty headed bimbo or someone else entirely. After that she made sure to flutter her lashes as often as she could, and kept the conversation as shallow and superficial as possible.

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Everything was in place. It was the right time of month for her and the scene was set. Her ‘quarry’ so to speak was in the net. All she had to do was reel him in and get what she needed, hopefully as many times as possible. She felt hot and bothered just thinking about what she was planning. She firmly tamped down her feelings of guilt. She was after all using Jason as an unknowing donor, but she had wanted a baby for so long, and she hated the thought of conceiving in a glass dish, without knowing at all what the father was like.

Certainly she didn’t want said father cluttering up her life, nor the baby’s life, not with her crazy relationship with her own father as a blueprint. The few disastrous relationships she had, had firmly cemented her opinion that her mother was absolutely right, men could not be trusted. She had shied away from involvements, downplaying her looks and had immersed herself in her work. There had not been a man in her life for a long time, and she had no desire to be involved anyway.

She shoved her unpleasant memories into the little corner of her mind she had allotted them, and determinedly set about getting ready for her big night.

Emma was having a full blown panic attack. It was five forty five, and she was as ready as she could be, freshly bathed, creamed, perfumed and made up. Her dress, if it could be called a dress was a mere slip of slinky black silk. The front was deceptively modest with a high neckline, but the shimmering fabric clung lovingly to her luscious curves. Tiny capped sleeves caressed her upper arms, and thin spaghetti straps criss- crossed down her bare back ending at the base of her narrow waist, with a pair of naughty beaded tassels that literally begged to be pulled open. Thankfully it wasn’t super short, and came down almost to her knees in softly flowing fabric. Her feet were encased in strappy rhinestone studded black sandals.

Emma moaned in pleasure. Her whole body throbbed and pulsed with white hot heat. She flung her arms around his neck and plunged whole-heartedly into the kiss, sensuously wiggling her pert bottom on his by now rock hard thighs.

She clung tightly as he attempted to move his delectable mouth off of hers and nipped and nibbled, not wanting to give him a chance to speak just yet, not when she was having so much fun.

When they finally surfaced from the wild embrace, there were a good many buttons open on their respective clothing. Jason’s hands were back on her breast, cupping the trembling, tender flesh and gently flicking her puckered aroused flesh with his thumbs. Her bra had somehow disappeared.

“What do you want from me Emma Smith?” he asked.

“You know my name?” she gasped.

“I can read very well you know,” he said sardonically, nodding towards the nameplate on her desk.

“Oh, of course,” she agreed, mortified. “Would you mind telling me yours?”

“Do you always accost strangers like this?” his eyebrow had quirked most wickedly. The man was eyeing her like she was a weird specimen in a museum. “Jason Johnson, at your service.” His hands seemed to continue caressing her all by themselves.

Emma wondered if it would be at all appropriate to shake his hand at this point, considering where it had already been and all. She was also quite reluctant to have him stop his wonderful petting.

“You want to play some more, Jason?” she asked throatily. She played with the soft springy hair on his well muscled chest as she spoke. Might as well make him think she was a bimbo, she decided. It was too late to act sophisticated anyway.

Jason’s face openly reflected his doubts as he stared at her. ‘ I know you are up to something’ he seemed to be saying. They were still stroking each other, gently but steadily stoking the flames of passion. Gradually his face cleared, as if he had made up his mind.

“I’ll see you after work,” he lifted her off his lap, and set her firmly on her feet. “Six o’clock, across the street from the office.”

He unhurriedly fixed his damp clothing, flicked a hand thru his disarrayed hair, and after sketching her a mocking salute he was gone.

Emma couldn’t believe how well the scene had played out. She was far enough gone to forget her state of undress. She hugged herself and twirled around and around, nearly beside herself with excitement. Her instincts told her it would happen. Her dream was finally within reach.

At twenty seven years of age, her biological clock was ticking loudly. Now she was finally on her way to having her very own baby! And by then, Mr. Dad would conveniently be long gone from the scene, far, far away and none the wiser.
Everything was in place. It was the right time of month for her and the scene was set. Her ‘quarry’ so to speak was in the net. All she had to do was reel him in and get what she needed, hopefully as many times as possible.