The Yeah, Baby Series: Limited Edition 9 Book Set

by Fiona Davenport

  Xander’s refusal to let her go makes it hard to walk away, especially after they discover she might be pregnant with his baby.

  1

  Calista

  “Everything’s set for your meeting at Gray Security tomorrow morning.”

  I heaved a deep sigh of relief, feeling like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. The last few months had been beyond difficult for me, ever since I’d gotten shot while on a mission in a country where my body would never have been claimed if my wound had killed me. The agency wasn’t supposed to have been running an op there, not without looping in their government since we were allies. I knew the risks going in—knew what the lack of backup could mean for me—but it needed to be done, and I was the best person for the job.

  I’d barely managed to get out of there alive, but I’d done it and brought the intel we needed with me. It cost me a few weeks in the hospital, months of rehab, and ultimately my career since the incident played a large part in my decision to leave the CIA. Even with all that, I had no regrets. What I’d done had saved countless lives, and it was time to move on with my own.

  “Thanks, Evie. I appreciate your help on this.” I’d turned to Genevieve Shaw because I knew she understood what I was going through, to a certain extent at least. I respected the hell out of her, for her skills as an operative and as the instructor she currently was.

  “Cut the bullshit, Cali. You don’t owe me any gratitude. We both know you could walk into any security firm in the country and land yourself a position without any assistance from me.”

  “Maybe,” I sighed. “But there would be too many damn questions I couldn’t answer. Most of the shit I’ve done for the agency is classified. My records have more lines blacked out than not.”

  “You can still take me up on my offer. Say yes, and I’ll call Alex right now. You could fly back tonight and start tomorrow.” Her voice was cajoling as she tried to talk me into training the newbies with her.

  I had no doubt she was right. If she called him, her husband would absolutely offer me a position as a trainer. “Only because you can talk your hubby into just about anything.”

  “We’d be lucky to have you.”

  “And so will Gray Security.” My tone brooked no argument as I walked into a bar down the street from the hotel I’d checked into when I’d landed in Atlanta a few hours ago. Although it appeared to anyone watching me that my focus was wholly on my phone conversation, I took in every minute detail as my eyes scanned the bar.

  “Fine,” she huffed. “But if you change your mind, give me a call.”

  She hung up before I could say anything else, and it made me laugh softly to myself as I walked up to the bar and claimed a stool at the end where it angled so my back was to a wall and I had a clear view of the room. My position gave me a better view of the other patrons sitting at the bar. When my gaze landed on the guy closest to me, my entire being focused completely on him.

  I tried not to stare at the mouthwatering man who was drinking a beer while watching a baseball game on the big screen hung high up on the wall. Everything about him screamed sensuality—from his dark, wavy hair to his equally dark eyes and a mouth with firm, plump lips that made a woman think about kissing the fuck out of him.

  He had a dangerous air about him, even while he was just sitting there. I’d noticed it when I’d only seen him from behind. He was hard to miss with those broad shoulders, lean hips and long legs stretched in front of him. It wasn’t something that bothered me since I was used to dangerous men, but my reaction to him was a surprise since it was so strong. I’d never reacted to a man like this before. Then he turned towards me, and his hooded gaze struck me. Hard.

  His dark eyes trailed over my face, hair, and breasts. It started out as a lazy perusal, but by the time he was done something had changed. It was intense, and I found myself wondering what it would be like to have him staring at me the same way while we were in bed together. His lips tilted up at the edges, in a smug grin that told me he had a good idea of exactly what I was thinking.

  Luckily, the bartender stepped in front of us, cutting me off from his view. It gave me a moment to pull myself together. It was unsettling knowing that I needed it since I was known for my ability to remain calm under fire. Yet, somehow this stranger had the ability to get to me.

  “What can I get you, sugar?”

  The bartender’s drawl, combined with his good looks, probably got him quite a bit of attention from women while he was working, but it didn’t do a damn thing for me.

  “A shot of tequila”—my gaze darted over his shoulder to the shelves lining the wall, scanning them until I found what I wanted—“the DeLeon. Follow it up with a margarita on the rocks using the Tres Agaves Añejo. Salt on the rim. And don’t call me sugar or you‘ll end up with my very high heeled boot in your ass.”

  “It sounds like I underestimated you.” The bartender’s eyes filled with masculine approval before he turned to get my shot.

  In the short time it took for him to grab the shot glass and bottle, Mr. Dangerous made his move, sliding into the seat next to mine. “Put ‘em on my tab,” he instructed as the bartender set my shot in front of me.

  “Sure.” The bartender’s disappointment was clear in his voice and with the way he stiffly walked away to make my margarita.

  I didn’t say a word, instead opting to sip at my DeLeon. I savored the lightly sweet vanilla and roasted agave flavor, balanced out by a touch of black pepper.

  “No salt and lime to go with your shot?”

  “It isn’t that kind of tequila. Something you’ll discover when you see the bill.”

  His eyes heated, and he didn’t seem to care how much he’d just dropped on my drinks. “So no body shots, then?”

  I shook my head in the negative, but my tongue swept across my lips at the thought of licking salt off his skin.

  “Such a shame.”

  His husky tone sent shivers along my spine. He was even more dangerous than I’d originally thought, and I was damn lucky not to have met him in a professional capacity while I was with the agency. If I had, I wouldn’t have been able to consider giving in to the temptation he presented.

  “Have a taste?” I offered him the glass with a small smile.

  His fingers slid against mine as he took it from me. When he lifted it to his mouth, he twisted his wrist so he could drink from the same place where my lips had rested before his.

  “Mmm. Sweet and spicy,” he murmured.

  With the way he was looking at me, it was obvious that he was talking about more than the tequila. He moved with a subtle slide of his upper body, gliding a little closer to me when the bartender returned with my margarita and a black folder that he set in front of the man next to me. Mr. Dangerous flipped it open, chuckling deeply when he read the total, and slid his credit card out of his wallet to place it inside.

  “You weren’t kidding when you said it wasn’t that kind of tequila.”

  I was even more impressed when that was all he had to say about my expensive taste in alcohol. “I don’t make jokes very often.”

  “That’s a shame, too.” He bent low and flicked his tongue at the salt on the rim of my margarita. “But what’s worse is that you haven’t told me your name yet.”

  I took a gulp of my margarita, enjoying the way his eyes heated while he watched me lick the rim of my glass right next to where he’d done so. “Since I’m currently between jobs, I should properly thank you for saving me from my bar bill.”

  “Come work for me.”

  He was crazy hot, but apparently also just plain old crazy. “You don’t even know my name, or the kind of work I’m capable of doing.”

  He lifted a brow arrogantly. “Give me your name, and we’ll solve the first problem.”

  “Calista,” I replied with a soft laugh. “But that doesn’t fix the second issue.”

  “Leave that to me. I’m the boss, so I’ll figure it out.”

  “Is that what you
want me to call you? Boss?”

  “Fuck,” he groaned, leaning closer to me and setting his arm on the back of my stool. “That sounds good coming from your pretty little mouth.”

  “Then I guess it’s too bad for you that I already have a quasi-interview for a job I’m guaranteed to be offered tomorrow morning.”

  His hand slid up my back until he was gripping my neck. “Maybe we can find other occasions for you to call me boss then.”

  “Aren’t you supposed to buy a girl dinner first?”

  “You hungry?”

  “Famished.”

  But for more than just food. It was why I let him lead me out of the bar once I finished my margarita. Why I followed him to an amazing steakhouse but barely tasted the food. And why I invited him up to my room when he was seeing me safely back to my hotel after dinner.

  “You sure you want me to come in?” He dropped his forehead to mine, his nose sliding against mine briefly as he backed me against the door.

  “Yes.”

  He moved an inch closer, my pebbled nipples brushing against his chest. “You know what’s going to happen if I go in there with you, baby,” he breathed against my lips.

  With my hand behind my back, I slid my keycard into the lock and twisted the handle. We tumbled into the room as the door opened, and he kicked it shut behind us. With his arms wrapped around me and his mouth devouring mine, we staggered to the bed and crashed down onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs. We ripped at each other’s clothes, buttons flying everywhere. I enjoyed the feel of his skin under my hands, his hard muscles bunching as he moved.

  I only had half a second to appreciate him, but that’s all I needed to see that he was fucking gorgeous. Words written in calligraphy were tattooed across the top of his chest, and along one on his ribs underneath his left pec. Both nipples were pierced with small silver rings, and I wondered just how he would react if I were to suck one into my mouth.

  I lost my train of thought, my nails digging into his shoulders as his mouth took mine, hard and long in a delicious kiss. With those sweeps of his tongue and nibbles of my lips, he built the need inside me. I was practically squirming with it when his mouth left mine and moved down to my right breast. He was rough, giving me the edge of his teeth and then soothing the sting with his tongue. His fingers tugged hard at my other nipple, sending streaks of fire straight to my core.

  He built the fire inside me until I was pleading with him to take me. “Please.”

  “Not yet, baby. I want to make this last. Once I get inside of you, it’s going to be so fucking hard to hold off.”

  His head moved lower, his body shifting down the bed. My thighs parted for him, and he pushed my legs over his shoulders. I tried to move them away, feeling too exposed to him, but he gripped them in his strong hands and held me there.

  “Let me, baby. I need to taste you.”

  “Okay, boss,” I breathed out, earning me a raspy chuckle against my core as he cupped my ass and lifted me off the mattress and straight to his mouth.

  “I told you I’d find other reasons for you to call me boss.”

  If he was any other man and I was in any other position, I would have kicked his ass for that. Instead, I lifted my hips higher, making it easier for him to devour me. And that’s exactly what he did. With the first swipe of his tongue against me, I was lost.

  He growled low in his throat as he fed from me. He used his tongue to suckle me before stabbing deep inside me. I writhed, my fingers clenched in the sheets while he built me higher and higher. Then he added a finger, and my orgasm crashed over me.

  “Fuuuck,” I screamed.

  “Yes,” he hissed out. “That’s what I intend to do. Fuck your tight little pussy until neither of us can take it anymore.” Then he was gone, sliding his body up and over mine, wedged between my legs. The shadow along his jaw scraped against my skin before he knelt up and positioned his cock against my entrance.

  He pushed in, just an inch, and stopped. “Please,” I gasped, jerking my hips up in an attempt to drive him further inside me.

  “I love hearing you say please like that, your voice filled with a need only I can fill. But I’m going to love the feel of your tight little pussy around my cock even more.”

  He withdrew, his dark eyes on mine, and then he pushed forward again.

  Slowly.

  “Please.”

  Gently.

  “More.”

  Inch by inch.

  “Fuck me!”

  My body resisted his invasion as his thick length stretched me. But even as I felt the sting, I also felt empty without him. I was slick with my need, writhing beneath him as my pussy clamped down against him. He rocked his hips, withdrawing partially before giving me what I’d asked for—what I so desperately needed. His mouth crashed down against mine, swallowing my scream as he drove hard and buried himself in me to the hilt.

  “Mine,” he growled into my mouth.

  My legs slid around his hips, pulling him tighter and holding him in place. He remained still for a little bit, giving me time to get accustomed to his size.

  “Breathe, baby.”

  “You’re so big.”

  “And you’re so fucking tight.” Of course I was. It’d been forever since my one failed experiment at sex—not something I wanted to admit to, or even think about, while he was inside me.

  “You ready for more?”

  I swiveled my hips and nodded.

  “Thank fuck,” he groaned. “Because I’m not going to last long and I want you to come with me.”

  He began to thrust, with hard and deep pumps of his hips. Each drive of his body jolted mine against the mattress, but with his big hands pinning my hips in place, I took each stroke as he gave it to me.

  “I’m close,” I panted.

  He used his thumb, circling my clit and throwing me over the edge. My pussy clamped down on his cock, squeezing him as he slammed home a few more times before planting himself deep and exploding inside me.

  “That was fucking amazing.” His voice was raspy as we both tried to catch our breath.

  “Mmm,” I agreed, unable to form actual words at that point. I trailed my fingers along his chest and arms, tracing the ink I found there.

  His fingers did some exploring of their own, eventually coming to rest on the scar on my belly from my recent bullet wound. “What’s this from?”

  “It’s a long story.” One I didn’t want to—and couldn’t—really explain.

  “I’ve got all the time in the world for you.”

  I liked the sound of that, a little too much. Sliding my hand lower, I stroked his length which was already hardening again. “How about we use that time a different way?”

  “I’ll let you get away with that. But only for now, baby,” he whispered against my lips.

  “Whatever you say, boss,” I quipped back.

  It worked as the perfect distraction, as he went about showing me why he was the boss in bed. Afterwards, lying in his arms as the sun started to peek through the curtains, I felt energized even though I’d barely gotten any sleep. It fucking sucked that I couldn’t stay like this forever, but I had shit to do if I wanted to get my new life started. And after this night, I had one hell of a reason to want to stay in Atlanta.

  2

  Xander

  “Jessa!” I sifted through the mess of folders on my desk and prayed for patience. I had an intercom but yelling released some of the stress. Hopefully, it would keep me from a rash reaction like firing her. “I need the paperwork for my next appointment.” I couldn’t find it in the pile, so I shoved everything to the opposite end of my large, corner desk. Another task I’d have to ask her to re-do. Everything was running at a snail’s pace since I hired Jessa, but she was a sweet kid and I could tell she was trying.

  I didn’t normally have a softer side. In fact, I was known for being rigid and uncompromising, pretty much a total asshole. But, I had my moments and one of them was when my assistant, Margar
et, an extremely efficient and sarcastically funny woman in her sixties, had announced she was retiring. She’d asked me to hire her eighteen-year-old granddaughter because she was too sheltered and needed to get some experience in the real world. Margaret said she would stay on and help her out until she got the hang of things, so I agreed. Then Margaret’s appendix had burst, and she was currently in the hospital. Leaving me with no one but the teenager with her head in the clouds.

  In the rarest of occurrences, I happened to have one of those moments the night before as well.

  Calista.

  Something about that woman inspired some softness, although parts of me were certainly rigid. I had a completely foreign desire to possess another person. I wanted to throw her over my shoulder, take her home, and tie her to my fucking bed so I didn’t have to share her with anyone else. With her long, inky black hair, high cheekbones and full lips she had a face Hollywood would love. She was tall, which I appreciated because even though I was still quite a few inches taller, I didn’t have to bend in fucking half to kiss her. Her body was lean and toned, with endless legs that had shown off her strength when they clenched around me as I fucked her tight, little pussy. Last night had been the greatest fucking sex I’d ever had in my life.

  Shit. I had an interview in less than twenty minutes, and I was hard as a fucking rock. I’d probably scare the fuck out of Jessa if she saw me at that moment. I tried to think of something other than how it had felt to be inside Calista.

  Baseball stats. Weston. Rhys. Thank fuck thinking about my best friends was working, and I was starting to soften. But damn it, I still couldn’t stop thinking about her. When Weston and Rhys had fallen for their wives, I’d rolled my eyes and told them to stop being such pussies. And, it only took a minute of staring into her dark brown eyes to know exactly what they’d been talking about. There was no doubt in my mind that this woman fucking belonged to me. Not that I’d be admitting it to either of those jackasses any time soon.

  A knock on my door broke through my thoughts, and Jessa stood there timidly, holding a file. “I’m sorry,” she practically squeaked. “I forgot to bring it in with the other folders.” I tamped down the urge to shout that it was probably a good thing or it would be lost in the pile behind me. She’d organized client folders all morning, then brought them in and set the unsteady pile on my desk. I asked her to move them and start putting them in the filing cabinet but just as she was reaching for them, my phone rang and she sprang to answer it, knocking the pile and sending everything flying in all directions. She’d started crying and fled the room.