"Damn..." Nate said as he withdrew and saw his cum slip down her silken thighs. Unable to resist he caught the release with his fingers and rubbed it into her trembling pussy. He realized it was possible he was making their current dilemma worse. He simply didn't care. What happened happened. If something was meant to be, it would be.

She was beautiful in her fulfillment, lying over his desk shaking from her climax. Reaching for her mouth, he placed his dampened fingers against her bottom lip and pressed gently. She opened to him and he removed her sodden panties, quickly replacing them with his fingers. "Suck..." he told her, watching as she pulled them in, bathing them with her tongue until he slowly slid them out.

Running his hand down her back, he grabbed his boxer briefs and pants, and walked into his private bathroom and closed the door.

Jenny continued resting against his desk. When he was done with her, he would make it known. Until that time, she remained in place. This was the one area of her life where she ceded control. They had been doing this for almost a year, and over that time she had come to embrace the sexual hold he exerted.

Opening the bathroom door, Nate walked out, his clothing back in place. Carrying a damp cloth he came back to his desk and sat down. Spreading her, he cleaned the soft pink folds. Tossing the towel aside, he leaned forward and placed his tongue inside her for a brief moment, then licked her clit.

"AAH!" She cried out at his intimate kiss.

Nate backed away and pulled her dress down covering her as he lifted her from the desk. He adjusted her bra and the top of her dress. She was still trembling. "Peach it's time to go back to work."

She nodded, but still breathed a bit heavily.

"Are you aroused again from my kiss Peach?"

She just blushed, not meeting his eyes.

Nate chuckled and lifted her chin to kiss her pouty little mouth. Jenny was quickly lost, and it did nothing to cool her desire for him. Then again, that was the point.

Breaking the kiss, he looked into her eyes and said, "Yes my little peach is ripe and juicy again. A car will come for you at 8, we'll continue this evening."

Taking his jacket off the back of his chair and putting it on, he handed her the clutch she'd dropped when she arrived. Holding her hand he walked her to the door, pressing her against it, he whispered in her ear, "Can you hold out?"

Pulling away, he opened the door and offered an almost professional farewell as he left her in front of the elevator.

One Month Later...

Jenny rinsed her mouth and pressed a cold towel to her forehead. This was the fourth morning she'd woken up nauseous and running for the bathroom. At first she believed it was something she ate, but that proved to be a false theory when she gradually improved each day. She had seen illness like this before. When Blair was pregnant with Henry.

Pregnant!

But she couldn't be pregnant. They used a condom every single time, because her body was unable to tolerate most birth control methods. Using condoms was a hard and fast rule for Jenny. When they began their relationship, she had explained about birth control, and Nate agreed that he would take care of it and use condoms.

So how in the world could she be pregnant!?

Granted they were not completely effective, but she had been using them for years without mishap. Until now it would seem.

If I am, what am I gonna do!?

She wasn't worried about supporting a child. She had a job she loved and made a fantastic salary. That was the least of her problems. What would Nate think? Would he believe she was using a baby to try and trap him? What would their friends and family say? Would Nate even want to be involved? So many questions...

First things first..."Hello this is Jennifer Humphrey. I need to make an appointment with Dr. Parker as soon as possible. This afternoon at 2:45? Yes, I'll be there. Thank you."

Next she called Waldorf and let them know she would not be in. Then she decided she would return to bed for awhile until she had to get ready for her appointment. As she lay down, her cell signaled a text had arrived. Picking it up from the nightstand she saw it was from Nate.

"Where are you?! I'm in your office, but you're not here." - N

"I'm at home. I took the day off." - J

"Oh, then I'll just head over there then." - N

"NO!" - J
Her phone rang ten seconds later. She picked up immediately.

"No? What do you mean Peach? It's been days...aren't you empty? Don't you need me to fill you...fuck you...?"

Jenny moaned at his words.

"It's ok baby...I'll be right there filling you up in a few minutes!" He said, then directed his driver to her building as he began softly telling her how he was going to have her.

"No Nate! Don't come over...I'm sick!" She called panting, having become damp and aroused from his words.

"Sick? What's wrong baby? Do you need anything? I'm just going to come and check for myself."

"No you don't have to...Really! I'm fine. I even have a doctor's appointment this afternoon to make sure. You just go on to work, and I'll call you this evening. I was about to go back to sleep anyway."

"If you're sure you're okay? What time is your appointment? Do you want me to go with you?"

"NO! I mean, no I'm fine. It's just a routine check up. Well let me get back to sleep before it's time to go. Bye Nate." She said yawning for effect as she disconnected the call.

Jenny placed the phone back on her nightstand, then pulled the covers around her. She was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Nate knew Jenny was hiding something. Sure she was fiercely independent and their involvement was suppose to be secret, but he wanted her to come to him if she needed anything. He had loved Jenny Humphrey for so long. When she moved away to Hudson, then Paris, he didn't think he'd ever have the chance to truly be with her. Then she came home for Dan and Serena's wedding and to launch her new label.

He was drawn to her just as he had always been. After several tries, he finally got her to agree to have coffee with him. Over the course of a few weeks, they met many times, the conversation flowing smoothly as ever between them. He had missed his friend.

At the end of January The Spectator hosted a gala for new investors. He wanted her to be his date, but she declined. However she did agree to attend. He had trouble taking his eyes off her all night. She'd always been stunning in black, and that night was no exception. She wore a strapless black brocade sheath shot through with gold threads and slit to the middle of her left thigh. Thank goodness his tuxedo jacket covered his constant hard-on.

He offered her a ride home that evening. To his home, as it turned out. He couldn't resist touching her in the back of the limo. As they kissed, he slid his hand between her thighs, finding her panties soaked.

"You're wet Jen..."

"You always make wet Nate..."

"Lets see if I can make you come..." He said, thrusting three fingers into her. She screamed as she orgasmed and he kissed her taking it in.

At his penthouse, he finally got to have her, as he'd wanted to for so long. He barely lasted three minutes the first time with her pressed against the foyer wall as he drove into her tightness. For the next 12 hours he fucked her in a myriad of positions on any given surface of his apartment. He thought this would slake his long time desire for her, but it only increased. She took him into her over and over, reveling in every climax. He knew he didn't want what had begun to end, he wanted it to become more.

However, Jenny didn't see it exactly the same way. She had enjoyed the sex, but said that was all it was or could ever be. She was willing to have a monogamous sexual relationship with him, if he would agree to her terms. She requested their relationship be a complete secret and that he use condoms each time, just as they had during the last several hours. She was unable to take birth control internally, so condoms were the best option.

Nate was heartbroken that she couldn't see more between them. He wanted to tell her that he had feelings for her, but she was so resistant. The last thing he wanted to do was drive her away. So he agreed, but with stipulations of his own. Whenever or wherever he called for her, she must come to him and let him have her. Surprisingly she agreed. He later learned that she liked someone else being in control of some part of her life. As far as he was concerned he would be the only one who would ever control this aspect.

His thoughts returned to the present as he tried to figure out what could be going on with her. Pulling up in front of her building, he got out of the car and walked over to the doorman.

"Good Morning Steven!"

"Good Morning Mr. Archibald! Ms Humphrey hasn't come down yet."

"Oh she's not feeling well today, so she won't be going to work."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I hope she feels better soon."

"Thanks, I'll pass that along. Steven, I was wondering if you could do me a small favor?"

"Yes Mr. Archibald?"

"Ms. Humphrey has a doctor's appointment this afternoon, and I'd appreciate it if you would call me when she rings down for a cab. Then I'll know what time her appointment is."

"I don't know Mr. Archibald...can't you just go up and ask her?"

"Oh she's resting. I don't want to wake her. You understand."

"Oh ok. In that case, sure I'll call you once she rings down."

"Thanks! Here, take your wife someplace special." Nate said, slipping the doorman a hundred.

"Thank you Mr. Archibald! I'll call you."

Nate waved and got back in his car, directing his driver to The Spectator.