Baby Daddy (Forever Daddies Book 1)

by Victoria Snow

  Yeah, he was, and he always would be. I knew without a singular doubt in my mind that he was always going to be there for me, in any way that I needed.

  And at the moment, what I needed was a toe-curling orgasm.

  Which, of course, he gave to me.

  I cried out his name as I came, my entire body tensing so hard I was surprised that my back didn’t snap. White-hot and perfect, I was drenched right down to my soul in waves and waves of pleasure. It didn’t make sense that after five years together each and every climax seemed just as rapturous as the one before it, but that was exactly what it was like. It felt like he was always finding something new for me to enjoy, some brand new sensation to subject my poor (read: very happy) body to. I flew, higher than anything that could ever touch me, just basking in every ounce of perfection. And it was while I was still coming down that I felt Michael come to his own end inside of me. He filled me up, satisfying some primitive need in me to be marked in such a way, punctuating the end of our coupling.

  We were both breathing hard when I slumped to his front, happy and sated. I stayed there a while, sticky in more than one way, before my knees finally protested.

  With a sigh, I pulled off him. Michael let out his own groan, but he still helped me flop onto my side, as boneless and full of jelly as always.

  “I’ll get the washcloth,” he said after a moment, sliding out of bed and disappearing for a moment.

  I didn’t want him to, I wanted him to stay in bed so I could curl into his side and just be the lazy, satisfied woman that I was.

  But of course, he was the responsible one, and soon he returned with a damp cloth, gently wiping me clean of what we had done. It was tender, it was loving, for all that it might have been a bit strange, and soon he was back in my arms.

  “Thank you,” I said with a grin, pressing a kiss to his roman nose.

  He gave me a tender kiss back and I could only sigh.

  “You’re a great husband and a great dad, you know that?”

  “Well, I’m starting to get the idea,” he said. Another kiss, longer, slower, and when we parted, he was grinning at me a bit wickedly.

  “What?” I asked, wondering if I had done something strange or funny.

  But he just pulled me closer, pressing my soft front to his own. “You know, your little girl is almost one.”

  “She is. I can’t believe it. If seems like just yesterday that we came home from the hospital.”

  He nodded, his nose trailing along my jaw, his lips following, before he looked into my eyes again. “She really is perfect.”

  “Mmm-hmm,” I agreed. “I don’t know how we ended up with two perfect kids, but here we are.”

  There was a slight pause before he spoke again. “What do you think about rolling the dice again.”

  I started, my eyes widening as I gave him a serious look. “Are you asking me if I want to have a third baby?”

  He nodded, his grin only growing. “Yeah. Let’s make a baby.”

  I felt warmth flood me and I pulled him into an intense kiss of my own. Once we were both suitably wound up, I affixed him with a wicked look.

  “Well then, we should probably get started then, shouldn’t we?”

  He laughed, a beautiful, happy sound, and rolled to post himself over me. And just like that, his lips claimed mine, and we fell back into each other.

  It looked like it was time for a new chapter in our stories together.

  I couldn’t wait.

  The End

  Pregnant by Mistake (Excerpt)

  DESCRIPTION

  A forty-year-old businessman knocking up his twenty-three-year-old assistant?

  Alright, falling for the s$xy single dad was a HUGE mistake.

  Letting him take my innocence right there on his desk – a BIGGER mistake.

  I knew it would be no strings attached,

  I knew he never could love me,

  I knew he was broken,

  I knew he was afraid to love and afraid to live.

  And I knew that fairy tales weren’t real.

  But I still believed in true love.

  The problem?

  Unrequited love is torturous.

  And carrying your boss’s baby dangerous…

  Well, cupid is a sadist, isn’t it?

  PROLOGUE

  Bella

  I opened my eyes and stared into the gray eyes of the man I was hopelessly in love with. For a moment, I wondered if I’d died and gone to heaven. Blake Alexander was the man of my dreams and if heaven were a perfect place, when I died, I’d be in his arms, with him loving me for eternity.

  “I’ve called 9-1-1.” A voice informed Blake. I looked around and saw other faces, then it came to me. I wasn’t in heaven. I was in the boardroom of JoXander Cosmetics. I was laying on the floor although I wasn’t sure why. One minute I was upright, having just stood to bring a report to Blake, the CEO of JoXander and in the next, everything went black. Clearly, this wasn’t heaven and the concern I saw in Blake’s eyes wasn’t love or devotion.

  Unrequited love was torturous. Sure, he cared for me. There must be some affection because I don’t think he’d touch me the way he did if he didn’t like me a little. But he didn’t love me. He would never love me. No, everything he had to give a woman had all been taken by his deceased wife.

  My heart broke for him to have a love like he had with his wife taken away by cancer. At the same time, I was jealous of the woman who owned his heart and soul, even in death. Not meanly, my envy was tempered by my admiration for a man who could love so deeply and stay so devoted to his wife’s memory.

  “Bella.” Blake’s deep voice reverberated in my chest, reminding me of the emptiness I felt even as I loved him. “Are you in pain?”

  I shook my head. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened.” I moved to get up, but he wouldn’t let me.

  “Just stay down. We’ve called for an ambulance.”

  “I don’t want to go to the hospital.” I was mortified to be laying on the boardroom floor with all the important company execs staring down at me. I was an executive assistant, and my job was crucial to Blake’s success. But most of the board thought of me as a glorified secretary.

  “Too bad.” He inhaled deeply, and for a moment, I thought I saw emotion in his eyes. But maybe it was my imagination or wishful thinking because I blinked and it was gone.

  A few minutes later, paramedics came in and poked and prodded me while asking questions. Had I eaten? Did I have a head injury? On and on. They seemed to think I’d simply fainted, but Blake insisted they take me to the hospital.

  “Bl—Mr. Alexander, really, I’m okay. I just need to rest.” I tried again to have him let me go home to regain my dignity.

  Blake’s intense gaze told me I had no choice.

  “It’s best to be sure,” Dana Gleason, Blake’s actual secretary said to me. “You’re too young to be passing out.” She turned to Blake. “I can go with her to the hospital, Mr. Alexander.”

  I looked to him, wondering what he’d do.

  He shook his head. “She’s on my time, I’ll go with her. Check with the other interns to see if they’re all right. Maybe she ate something with the others and they could be at risk too.”

  “You can’t ride in the ambulance, but you can meet us at the hospital.” The EMS guy gave Blake the hospital name.

  “Anything she needs, take care of it,” Blake said.

  I still thought it was overkill to take me to the hospital, but I didn’t have the mental will to fight or the physical strength to get up and walk out on my own. So I let them strap me to a gurney and wheel me through the executive office to the elevator, and then out onto the street where they put me in the ambulance.

  I zoned out until I was in some sort of triage area at the hospital with nurses taking over the poking, prodding, and questioning routine. They took blood and urine and then told me to wait.

  It seemed like forever before a nurse came in. “Ms. Hanson, do
you want us to send your father back?”

  “Father?” Why would my dad be here? How would they know him? I didn’t even know him.

  “He’s out in the waiting area.”

  Oh, God. “That’s not my dad. That’s my boss.” I hoped they hadn’t asked him if I was his daughter. That would be a disaster.

  “Do you have family we can call?”

  “Am I dying?” Suddenly, I was afraid and wished my mother was still alive.

  “No honey.” The nurse moved to stand closer to my bed. “It can be scary to be at the hospital so if there’s family we can call—”

  “I don’t have a family.”

  She gave me that expression most people did when they learned I didn’t have a family. A mixture of pity and uncertainty of how to respond. “Well, that will be changing.”

  “What do you mean?” Maybe I hit my head because I couldn’t make sense of what she was saying.

  “Honey, you’re pregnant.”

  My breath caught in my throat. “What?”

  “Pregnant. It’s not that uncommon to faint during early pregnancy, especially if you stand up quickly.”

  I finally took a breath and another and another until I was nearly hyperventilating.

  The nurse frowned. “Ms. Hanson.” She said my name harshly and caused me to jerk. “Take a slow, deep breath.”

  I did as she said, once and then twice and again until my breathing was normal, even as my heart thundered in my chest.

  “I take it this isn’t planned?” she said.

  I shook my head. How did this happen? Well, I knew how it happened. And I knew when. We’d used birth control every time except once. The first time. The old wives tale that you can’t get pregnant the first time wasn’t true. I’d just proven that. I’d also proved that no time in your cycle was safe.

  I felt like an idiot. I was a smart woman. A smart woman who let love and lust get the best of her. Now I was pregnant by a man who didn’t love me and never would.

  I swallowed as the magnitude of my predicament set in. From this moment on, my life was going to change.

  “Do you want to see your boss?” the nurse asked with an expression that suggested she knew he wasn’t just my boss.

  I had to tell him. He’d probably hyperventilate too. Then self-flagellate for betraying his wife. He was the type of man who’d make sure the baby was financially cared for, but that wasn’t the life I’d wanted for myself or my child. I understood that fairy tales weren’t real, but I knew true love existed. That’s what I wanted. My problem was that I loved a man who couldn’t return my love.

  A wave of despair rushed through me, and I started to cry. Oh God, what was I going to do now?

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