British Daddy To Go: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

by Adams, S. C.

  I love the sound of that: my Maggie. When she told me she loves me, I’d nearly died. She had beaten me to the punch! It was worth it to see the look on her face when I’d told her I felt the same way. We’d spent the entire night showing each other just how in love we are.

  “Are you sure I look okay?” Maggie asks. I look her over and hope the bulge in my pants won’t be visible to my parents.

  “You look incredible, as always.”

  She looks at her dress, unsure. “I should have worn one of the dresses I bought on sale at Macy’s instead of one I made.”

  I kiss her temple. “I promise, you look incredible, Maggie. My parents don’t care what you wear. They’re going to love you.”

  The not caring part is only a small bit of a lie. My mother does care about dress code, but Maggie falls well within what is appropriate for this restaurant. I suspect Mum will like Maggie’s dress very much, especially when she finds out it’s Maggie’s own design.

  “If you’re sure,” Maggie says, allowing me to guide her into the restaurant. My parents are already seated at our table, but they’ve only been waiting for a few minutes. Any longer, and Mum would make pointed comments about the importance of being on time. She doesn’t hold back, not even when she’s meeting someone for the first time. She once yelled at a friend of mine for putting his elbows on the table. We were nine, and he had just moved to our neighborhood. He never came over to my house again.

  My parents stand when they see us. Maggie is likely nervous, but she hides it well.

  “You must be Maggie!” Dad bellows, disrupting the entire restaurant. “It’s so nice to finally meet you. My son has been quite worked up since last week. I’m glad you worked things out.”

  She smiles up at me. “I’m glad, too.”

  Mum looks Maggie up and down. “Where did you get this beautiful dress?” she exclaims. “I adore it!”

  Maggie blushes. “I actually made it, ma’am.”

  Mum’s hand flutters to her chest. “You are so talented!” She turns to me. “You didn’t tell us your girlfriend had so much talent.”

  I roll my eyes. “It didn’t exactly come up, mother.”

  “Well, now I know, and I want you to make me a dress. Would you do that for me?”

  My girl’s eyes get wide with excitement. “I’d love to! But you should know, I’ve never made a dress for anyone but myself.”

  Mum shrugs. “That’s okay, Maggie. You clearly have the talent to make it happen. We’ll get together before I head back to England, yeah?”

  “Yes, of course!”

  With that finished, we take our seats and wait for the waiter to offer us drinks. When we’ve ordered, my parents decide to interrogate Maggie.

  “Where did you go to school?” Dad asks.

  “I went to a public school in Brooklyn,” she answers, her cheeks red.

  I slip my hand under the table to squeeze her knee. She doesn’t need to feel embarrassed! I went to what passes for public school in England. My parents had wanted me to get the real educational experience they thought I would miss out on at a private school.

  “And for college?” Dad prods.

  Maggie wrings her hands nervously. “I didn’t go to college.”

  Mum looks shocked. “You went to a technical school, then?”

  “No, ma’am.”

  “So you’re self-taught? My, how incredible! You’re so talented, dear. So talented!”

  To her credit, Maggie doesn’t seem to find my mother as annoying as I do. I suppose she’s not used to the praise. I doubt her parents were quick to call her talented. She told me her parents wanted her to give up her dreams to be a good homemaker for her husband. I would never ask her to do that. My mother is right. Maggie has way too much talent to keep her away from sewing.

  Which reminds me, I need to get her sewing room set up. Maggie is afraid to ask for her job back at Havisham’s because she’s worried her parents will show up or sabotage her in some way. We’ve agreed that it’s probably best for her to lie low for a while. She’ll need something to do, and with my mother asking for a design, Maggie will be able to keep busy sewing.

  “Why didn’t you go to college to expand your talents?” Mum asks when she’s gotten over her shock. “You would be a shoe-in for one of the incredible fashion schools here in New York!”

  I squeeze Maggie’s knee again so that she knows she doesn’t have to answer, but she shakes her head so slightly, I barely notice.

  “In the interest of full disclosure, it wasn’t my choice,” Maggie begins. “My parents are… controlling, to put it mildly. They wouldn’t let me go to school. It didn’t matter that I’d be in the city and could live at home. They wanted me to work at their store and obey their rules. In fact, my parents literally locked me in my bedroom after I spent the night at Sean’s apartment.”

  My parents blink a few times, trying to understand what they just heard. Leave it to Maggie to drop a truth bomb casually into the conversation. I admire her courage!

  Mum is the first to grasp the situation, as I expected she’d be. She reaches across the table and takes Maggie’s hand into her own.

  “Darling, I am so sorry. Is there anything we can do?”

  Maggie shakes her head. “Your son rescued me, thanks to a tip from my best friend. I’m in good hands here.”

  I swear, my mother wipes away a tear. This one time, I don’t think I can blame her. Maggie’s story is heartbreaking. I’d cried a bit myself, though I’d hidden in the shower last night to do so. I didn’t want Maggie to see me upset. She had enough to deal with on her own without having to worry about comforting me, too.

  “I just can’t imagine a parent treating their child so awfully,” my father finally adds. “You should know that not all parents are like that.”

  Maggie smiles warmly. “I’ve been lucky enough to see good parenting from my friend Jenna’s family, and of course, the two of you raised an incredible son.”

  “So incredible he never comes to visit us!” Mum teases.

  “I’ll force him to visit you soon because I would love to see England. In fact, he has promised to take me someday.”

  I did promise that, and I intend to keep it. Now that Maggie is out from under her parents’ thumb, it will be quite easy to take the trip. We should start the passport process as soon as possible. Then, Maggie will be ready to go with me overseas. I’m thinking a Christmas trip would be lovely. Winter is my favorite time to visit home.

  “We would love to have you!” Dad exclaims. “You’ll love England, I’m sure of it. Maybe you can convince our son to visit more often!”

  I laugh. “Let’s stick with one trip for now, Dad. What do you say to Christmastime as a family?”

  Mum and Dad both beam like they’ve won the lottery. “That sounds lovely, Sean.”

  To Maggie, Mum says, “Thank you, Maggie. You’ve made our boy happier than we’ve ever seen him, and you’ve gotten him to plan a trip home! Add that to your beautiful dress, and I might be falling in love with you!”

  That makes the whole table laugh. “That’s very sweet, ma’am. Thank you for saying that!”

  We continue to chat until our food arrives. I find myself sitting back to listen to the conversation more than join in. Maggie gets along so well with my parents! I knew they’d love her because I love her, but this is even better than I thought it would be.

  After we’ve eaten our delicious meal, my parents have to leave for a Broadway show they’ve been very excited about.

  “We’ll see you tomorrow, Maggie!” Mum calls out as they climb into their cab.

  Maggie and I wait by the curb for Stefan to pick us up. I offered my parents a ride, but they respectfully declined since Broadway is in the opposite direction from our apartment.

  “What was my mum talking about?” I ask Maggie while we wait. “You’ll see her tomorrow?”

  She giggles. “You weren’t paying much attention to the conversation, were you?”
r />   “I was listening!”

  “Obviously not,” she teases. “If you were, you’d know I’m showing your parents around Madison Avenue tomorrow.”

  “That’s great! I’m sorry I have to work.”

  She shrugs. “That’s okay. I really like your parents. They’re so sweet. Your mom wants to talk to me about the dress I’m to make her, too.”

  The happiness on her face is contagious. I pull her into a hug just as Stefan pulls up.

  We separate and climb into the backseat. Stefan immediately closes the partition, but we’re not doing anything naughty. At least, we’re not doing anything naughty yet.

  Back at the apartment, Maggie stands in the doorway and admires the place.

  “You know what this feels like?” she asks, squeezing my hand. “Meeting your parents and falling in love with them, and with you?”

  “What does it feel like?”

  “It feels like the beginning of forever.”

  I pull her against me and kiss her softly. “You’re right,” I say. “I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”

  Forever used to be a foreign concept with me, but with Maggie, it’s an attainable dream. She’s my everything, and I know in my heart that we’ll be together for the long haul. If we can get through her being held captive, we can get through anything.

  That day when I walked into Havisham’s, I went in looking for a suit. I never thought I’d walk out having met my happily ever after, but that’s exactly what I did.

  Epilogue

  Sean

  I barely have a chance to get our suitcases in the apartment before my lips are on Maggie’s, guiding her to the master suite.

  We just got back from our most recent adventure, a week-long trip to Italy, where Maggie had studied the designs of famous Italian wedding dress designers.

  A year ago almost to the day, Maggie applied to a fashion program at a school in New York City. She was accepted and started classes in the fall. We’ve been traveling on all of her school breaks. We went to England over Christmas, as promised, and Maggie fell in love with my home country. During spring break, we traveled to Mexico since we only had a week. This last trip had started the day after her last final of the school year and lasted until now, almost two months later. Before Italy, we’d been in Australia for a month and then China for three weeks.

  When Maggie and I had first started dating, I’d vowed to show her the world she’d missed out on. So far, I think I’m doing a great job.

  Maggie’s knees finally hit the bed, and I gently push her back onto the white down comforter. She crawls backwards to put her head on a pillow.

  Now that Maggie is in the perfect position, I pull off her thong and push her dress up to her waist. Thank goodness she’s not wearing pants! Those take too damn long to remove.

  I kiss Maggie’s thighs in the way I know she likes, causing the gorgeous woman to purr beneath me.

  “Stop teasing me!” Maggie cries, begging for relief.

  I’ll give it to her, but not yet.

  I dip my tongue into her belly button and lick my way down her stomach and back between her legs. Maggie’s fingers run through my hair. I haven’t cut it since we left on our trip, so it’s finally long enough for her to hold on to. I may never cut it again.

  “Sean,” Maggie moans. I let my lips tease her wet opening with light kisses. She squirms, trying to catch my tongue with her enlarged clit, but I avoid her attempts. Half of the fun is the buildup.

  Maggie’s delicious juices flow from her pussy. It was a long flight from Italy, and after an unfortunate incident on our flight to Mexico, we’ve been avoiding the mile-high club. Which means we’re extra ready for each other when we finally touch down. Poor Stefan couldn’t get the partition up fast enough when we got into my limo at the airport.

  She’s suffered enough teasing, so I dip my tongue deep into her waiting pussy and listen to her relieved scream. “Oh, Sean!”

  My lips suck her clit as she writhes beneath me in pleasure. I move my hands from her stomach to between her thighs. Three fingers are buried inside her within seconds.

  Maggie cries out with every touch. “So good,” she pants as I pump my fingers in and out, continuing to lick and suck her most sensitive parts. “Don’t fucking stop!”

  She’s become more crass over the last year, and I love her even more for her dirty mouth, especially when it closes around my cock.

  It doesn’t take long for Maggie’s breathing to quicken and her entire body to quake beneath me. I continue to plunge my fingers into her pussy as she screams out her climax. “YES, Sean, SO GOOD!”

  When her breathing begins to slow, I crawl back up her body. She grins sleepily at me.

  “I swear, you somehow get better every time we do that.”

  I laugh. “You’re just very sensitive.”

  Maggie nods. “You’re right, I am. And so are you.”

  Her grin turns devilish as she works on my belt and tosses my pants to the side. My head takes over her place on the pillow. Maggie slides to the edge of the bed to greet my already-hard cock.

  She takes the base in her hand and gently licks the tip, causing me to twitch. Maggie likes foreplay before the foreplay as much as I do.

  As her tongue touches just the end of my throbbing dick, Maggie’s soft hand squeezes my sensitive balls. “Shit, Maggie,” I moan. “You’re going to make me come already.”

  She eases up on the pressure so that I’ll last longer. We both know where I want to be when I come, and it’s definitely not in her mouth.

  Maggie is less patient than I am, so it doesn’t take her as long to take my cock down her throat. She’s probably hurrying because of how close I already am, too.

  I brush her hair from her face so that I can watch as she goes down on me. How does her tiny mouth take in so much of me? A year of practice has given her the ability to take in almost my entire member. By this time next year, I bet I’ll be balls deep in her throat.

  “Maggie, baby, you have to stop,” I groan, though stopping is the last thing I want. “I need to be inside of you.”

  She lets me out of her warm mouth with a pop and joins me at the head of our bed. “But I was enjoying myself,” she pouts. Maggie loves oral sex almost more than regular sex. And don’t even get me started on anal! I’m glad the woman I love has the same sexual appetite I have. It makes for some incredible nights together.

  I remove my shirt and throw it to the ground. Maggie takes the hint and does the same, dangling her bra in front of me before letting it drop next to the bedside table.

  Her nipples stand at attention. I run my thumb over each hard peak. Have her breasts gotten bigger since we first got together? They certainly seem larger, but that may just be because it’s been almost twenty-four hours since the last time I saw them. That’s a long time – the longest we’ve gone since the night I took her from her parents’ apartment.

  Maggie arches her back to give me better access to her large breasts. I kiss from her neck down to her chest and take her right nipple between my lips.

  “Yes, Sean. I love that!”

  I know she does. I’ve made her come with just nipple play in the past. I love how sensitive she is!

  If I don’t get inside of her now, I might explode. I detach myself from her breasts to guide my member home.

  Maggie moans as I enter her. “Still so damn big, Sean. You fill me up!”

  “And you’re tight, baby. You were made for my cock!”

  “Fuck me, Sean!” she practically screams.

  I obey Maggie’s command and pull almost all of the way out before driving home again. Each thrust causes our headboard to bang against the wall, but I don’t care. It’s not like we have any neighbors who might complain! The entire top floor belongs to us.

  “Yes, yes, YES,” Maggie cries. She moves her hands from the sheet to my hair, pulling me down for a kiss. Her tongue swoops into my mouth, eliciting a moan.

  “I love you, Maggie,
” I tell her between kisses. “You’re going to make me come, baby. Are you ready for my come?”

  She nods. “Come inside me, Sean. I want it!”

  I bury myself in her one last time and unload my sperm into her pussy. The movement is enough to push her over the edge for her second orgasm of the afternoon.

  Breathing deeply, I fall back onto the bed. We hold hands as we come down from the mutual orgasm.

  “You’re amazing,” she says, panting.

  I kiss her forehead. “So are you.”

  Maggie smiles. “Speaking of amazing, there’s something I have to tell you.”

  I sit up. “Is everything okay?”

  “Everything is great,” she says. “Better than great.” Maggie takes my hand and moves it to her stomach. “I’m pregnant,” she reveals.

  “Are you serious?” I exclaim. This is incredible news! “You’re not just messing with me? This is real?”

  She nods. “It’s real. We’re going to have a baby!”

  I pull her up from the bed and twirl her in a hug. “We’re going to have a baby!” I repeat.

  Maggie laughs. “You’re so happy. I wasn’t sure you’d be this happy!”

  I set her down on the plush carpet. “All I’ve wanted since the day we met was to be with you, forever. To start a family with you. And it’s actually happening!”

  I hug her again because I’m just so excited; I need to feel her body close to mine. A baby! We haven’t talked about it much, but we knew it was a possibility. We didn’t plan on having a child, but we didn’t plan on not having one, either.

  “There’s something you might not be too happy about.”

  Maggie sits down on the bed and plays with her hand, a move I know is her nervous tick.

  “What’s going on?”

  “I want to tell Don and Nancy about the baby.”

  We’ve hardly spoken about her parents since I took her from her apartment. They’re not on speaking terms. Maggie had tried to speak with them once, about a week after the escape. They had refused to talk to her unless she came back home. Obviously, she didn’t take them up on it.