All Chapters of The Cruel Millionaire's Surrogate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

**Jonathan**“I wanted to get back into art and started taking these classes at the local art center. They would offer free sessions every fourth Friday. That week, in particular, the class was focused on drawing the human body. Oh, my God. I can’t believe I’m telling this story.”“Don’t stop,” I whispered, grinning when she shivered visibly. Like me, she was still burning from our earlier encounter. I hadn’t planned it, but I thank God Kierra was the voice of reason. I wouldn’t have stopped if I hadn’t noticed how her body went still. I would’ve taken her on the dining room table amongst our meal, and we’d have to face the music later.We’d finished dinner an hour ago, and I’d obliterated half of the mini raspberry chocolate tarts she made. She chastised me, explaining she wanted to save some for the kids and moved them out of my reach.The soft glow of the dim lights washed over her, giving her an ethereal appearance, and the jazz music lowly playing in the background created a roma

JonathanI stared down at Kierra as her body lay stretched and arched on a sea of black. Her tied wrists were above her head, and her honey-brown eyes were wide in anticipation. My eyes traveled down to her heaving chest, perky breasts, and protruding nipples that pointed toward the ceiling. Her nipples were the perfect size to latch onto, and I could barely wait until I could tease them with the tip of my tongue. Her legs were open, per my instruction, revealing a neatly trimmed triangle of hair that I wanted to skim my fingers through until I reached her parted lips, which were already slick with arousal. I wanted to feast on her—tease her clit with my tongue, invade her pussy with it, and slurp at her until her juices spilled down my chin and neck before finally resting at my clavicle. Truthfully, I’d be satisfied going down on her for hours on end, but I had a feeling Kierra wanted the full treatment, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to get my dick wet.I’ve been celibate

JonathanKierra almost drained my balls when she attempted to suck the skin off my dick, and I briefly considered rushing us to the courthouse when my dick was lodged in her throat for ten seconds. She didn’t struggle or try to fight me off as I held her down.I broke out of my haze when I felt warm wetness against my nipple. I sucked in a breath as she teased it before showing love to the other one. My fingers wrapped around her neck, and I raised her to my lips. I loved her lips and how they moved in perfect synchrony with mine. She was a passionate kisser. She kissed as if she was in love and wanted to convey her affection as straightforwardly as possible, but I knew that wasn’t the case for either of us. I had intense feelings for Kierra, and I wouldn’t mind if she and Kiyah stuck around. Truthfully, I’d be devastated if they packed up and moved on after Kierra’s one-year contract elapsed. I’d be left with a nanny vacancy and another shattered heart.My lips traveled to her neck,

**Jonathan**After brushing my teeth and making myself presentable, I returned Cara’s phone call.“Hey, Cara. I’m not making it into the office today. You can cut out and take a personal day.” There was a long pause, and I wondered if she heard me. “Cara? Are you there?”“I don’t know how I can simultaneously love and hate you, but I do. Traffic was a nightmare, and I almost killed myself trying to make it to work on time.”“And for your superb dedication, you can also take a paid personal day tomorrow.”Cara gasped. “I can have a four-day weekend?”“Yes, ma’am.”“Kickapoo Casino, here I come,” she sang.“Please don’t go down there and blow your entire paycheck again,” I begged, entering the dining room where I found our kids devouring the leftovers we neglected to put away last night. “What are you guys doing?” I hissed, pulling Daisy’s hand out of the bowl of mashed potatoes.“Is everything okay, Mr. Baker?”“Yeah, Cara. Everything is fine. Please enjoy yourself. Don’t forget to emp

**Kierra**I relaxed against the bath pillow with an appreciative groan and a glass of a little something something. I was free of child-rearing duties for the evening and would take full advantage.It was crazy how much I trusted Jonathan with Kiyah, but after weeks of observing their interactions and knowing how Kiyah felt about him, I put any hesitation at ease. I still needed to iron out the kinks with Jonathan about what we were or what we planned to be.Are we dating, or just fucking? Or are we fucking with the intention of dating?Whatever the case, Kiyah deserved a straightforward and honest answer.I bathed leisurely, scrubbing away paint from my fingers. I hadn’t been in the right headspace to paint like that since before Rory’s passing. I was healing, but I also needed to heal old wounds.My parents.I needed to make things right with them. They didn’t do anything but love and want the best for me, but I was too far into my rebellious phase to see reason. I took them guidin