About a week later. She tells you she's pregnant

It had been about a week since you had last seen Danica when she came walking into your office in a black leather jacket, a tight black pair of pants and a black t-shirt, looking like she had just rolled out of bed.

"Can I come in John? It's kind of important," she tells you as you nod your head toward her and have her close the door behind her as she sits down on the couch.

"What is this about Danica?" you ask her, feeling quite a bit of tension in the room as she begins to tell you why she's there, and looking as disheveled as she is.

"I'm pregnant John, and since you're the only guy I've been with recently, it has to be yours," she tells you, her head down as she tells you the news, not knowing what kind of reaction she is going to get out of you.

"Look at me Danica," you tell her as you place a hand on her thigh and lift her head up with your other hand, "these things happen sometimes. Lucky for you, once you start showing and can't fit in a race car anymore, you have plenty of other things on your plate."

"I know...but I wasn't ready to give up on racing yet..." she whispers as you kiss her and lay her on the couch, climbing on top of her as you start to remove her clothes.

"You should be a model Danica," you tell her as you kiss her neck and pull her panties off of her as she reaches for your dick and leads it to her pussy, "it's far less dangerous than car racing. And you certainly have the body for it, baby."

"Well...at least I did until you knocked me up..." she teases you as you slide your dick back into her and start thrusting away inside of her, her walls wrapping tightly around it as you fuck her right there on your couch as her legs wrap around your waist.