Baby Daddy (Bad Boy Billionaires Book 4)

by Jessa James

  “And it’s your birthday. So I’d love to give you a little present. Well, not little. I want to give you one night of the hottest sex you’ve ever had. That’s it. That’s my gift to you.” I felt the grin spread across my face as the words came out of his perfect, lush lips and I was nodding before I could think too much.

  “That sounds like the best birthday gift ever,” I responded and was rewarded with his thousand-watt, pearly white grin. We smiled at each other like two stupid kids, which it kind of felt like we were.

  Wyatt stopped grinning abruptly, though, and looked at me with a gravity that I didn’t anticipate on the heels of that smile. “There’s just one little thing,” he said, and I felt my stomach drop to my feet. He changed his mind. He still wants to use a condom. He likes to dress up in women’s clothing and get spanked… something. He seemed to detect the path my thoughts were going down and put his hands on my shoulders, kneading the muscles there gently.

  “Hey, hey, I was trying to be funny, not to freak you out. The only bad news we have tonight is that we have to find a way to escape this room full of our coworkers so you can… you know… open your birthday present,” he smirked sexily down at me. I relaxed perceptibly and began to stealthily peek around the room myself.

  “There’s an exit door over there behind that massive palm tree,” I whispered to him as we stood shoulder-to-shoulder. We looked like nothing more than a couple of coworkers discussing the weather, even though we were actually plotting our hot sexscapade.

  “One of us should go to the restroom, one of us should sneak out. If we’re seen leaving together, that will raise some eyebrows. Especially if we’re gone for a while,” Wyatt turned to breath that last part into my ear and I felt chills go all the way down my spine. This really is going to be the best sex of my life.

  “I’ll go ‘powder my nose’ in the upstairs bathroom. Meet me there - it’s on the north wing and it’s behind a bunch of fake trees so maybe people will overlook it if they need to use the restroom, too,” I told him as he chuckled at me. I felt an odd sense of kinship with Why-Not-Wyatt. Clearly, we both enjoyed plotting a good getaway.

  I gripped his masculine hand for a second, stroking my way down his thumb as I moved away. He had calluses on his hands, which was odd for a Finance guy, but God was it hot. I felt his hand tense as I got to the pad of his thumb and pinched it just a bit - a taste of things to come, I thought. I looked up at him through my lashes, thankful I wore my hair down to hide the blush. We looked at each other and I was thankful no one was near us - you could cut the tension with a knife.

  Taking a step forward, I glanced around the room and saw that everyone was fairly engaged in their own conversations. Closing in on the massive doors that led to the foyer, I only had eyes for the staircase ahead. When one of my older coworkers, Frank, cut into my line of sight, I groaned audibly. Get out of my way, Frank, I don’t have time for you!

  Just as I was about to slow down to tell him about my nose powdering emergency, Emma and Carter swooped in to save the day. My eyebrows raised in surprise and then I made eye contact with Emma, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I blushed and bit my lip and tried to avoid Carter’s face, but I saw it anyways. He was grinning from ear-to-ear and I could hear his low belly laugh as it started up. They know I’m going to have a quickie with Wyatt! This is so embarrassing.

  But the thought didn’t stop me; if anything, it spurred me on. Give me one good fucking story for my 30th birthday, Universe. That’s all I need. One good fucking story to tide me over when I’m a single mother who can’t get a date. I sent my silent prayer to the Universe and stormed up the carpeted steps, thankful that the cushion hid the sound of my rat-a-tat-tatting heels. I made it to the north wing, laser-focused on the bathroom door and marched my Pilates-perky ass right into the room without hesitation.

  Chapter 3

  Tori

  I closed the door and moved to the back corner, checking the stalls as I went. There were only three in this bathroom; it was probably mostly used for staff since it didn’t have the overly-marbled counters and ornately carved wooden stalls. It was still cozy and there was a little chaise longue in the corner - I tried to not let my mind go too wild with thoughts about what I could do on it with Wyatt. Where the fuck is Wyatt? I thought, as I considered undressing myself before he got up there.

  My panties were soaking wet and, for once, I was not embarrassed about my body’s response to the situation. It’s the hormones, I assured myself. It was actually the thought of that Man Candy downstairs pinning me against the cold plaster wall with his dick, but whatever. Just as I began to get concerned, the door squeaked open and I stilled. Wyatt entered, his face flushed and his eyes full of lust.

  “Sorry, that old guy Frank asked me if I knew where his wife went,” he smiled as he shut the door and locked the top bolt with ease. His stretch made it clear that his jacket was cut perfectly and that it was only hiding the muscles of his back - it showed his ass off just fine. As he turned to face me, I couldn’t help but feel that kinship, that connection. I didn’t feel awkward, I just felt ready.

  “I’ll take that present now, Sir,” I said, holding my hands out in what I hoped was a girlish, innocent way. He stalked towards me, looking like a man about to blow his top. His oceanic eyes were actually wild, sparkling. He reached out to take my hands and clasped them tightly. He shifted both of my small, delicate hands into one of his big hands and used the free one to brace the base of my neck. Wyatt pulled me in, not roughly, but with enough force that I knew what he was thinking.

  “Kiss me, Victoria,” he pleaded, and I was all too willing. I parted my lips for him and his face hovered for an excruciating second more before he lowered his head. I closed my eyes as our lips made contact and I felt the chills travel down my throat and straight to my breasts. My nipples hardened and my back arched, pressing my breasts against his chest in a rather desperate way. That’s never happened before.

  I can’t say how long the kiss went on. Minutes? Months? But by the time our lips separated, my face was bruised, my hair was tangled, and I was pretty sure I was going to need a new pair of panties. God, I’m so ready. My eyes fluttered open and I felt his gaze on the top button of my blouse. “Take off your shirt,” he gasped out, every bit as turned on as I was. I looked down at my top and couldn’t help but notice the bulge that had appeared between us, his tight cobalt slacks doing nothing to hide his erection.

  The sight spurred me on and I damn near ripped off my top in an effort to get closer to him, to feel skin-on-skin. The second my shirt hit the wall behind us and slid to the floor, I felt his gaze as it lit on fire. I brazenly decided not to wear a bra that morning - I may be thirty but my tits are still twenty-five I had told myself - so I stood, breasts exposed to the somewhat chilly air. Wyatt looked like he just won the jackpot and was about to drag me off to his cave. His nostrils flared and the color in his face spiked. His chest broadened and he reached for my waist roughly, pulling me close. His eyes never left my breasts, my stomach, the curve of my hips. I’d never felt so sexy, and I wasn’t even fully naked!

  Wyatt’s eyes flashed up to meet mine and he bit his lip. “I’m going to fuck you, Tori, but I want you to know that I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’ve thought so since the first day I saw you,” he paused as his hands moved to my face, pushing my tousled auburn hair back so he could look me in the eyes.

  “But enough of that. Take off your slacks or I’m going to do it for you.”

  I giggled a bit at the thought, sounding for all the world like a schoolgirl with a crush. I stood back, swaying my hips as I moved towards the chaise longue. I unzipped my slacks and sashayed as sexily as I could without falling over, my chocolate eyes never leaving Wyatt’s blue ones. I left my panties on even though they were totally soaked through and dropped my slacks around my fuck me pumps. I stepped out of them and stood in front of Wyatt, in satin fuschia panties, black stilettos, and nothing else. And
I’d never felt more wanted.

  Wyatt was staring at me just like I thought he would when we were in the Main Hall; like a man on fire and I was the only source of water. Like he’d never seen anything so wonderful. And I totally melted. As I was about to take a step out of my stilettos, he grunted out, “Leave the heels on.” I grinned at him and did a little twirl.

  “You like the fuck me pumps, do you? Well, I’ll keep them on if you hurry up and give me that present you’ve been talki--” he was on me before I could even get the words out of my mouth. His calloused hands grabbed me by the hips then moved to my ass. He grabbed my ass hard and lifted my whole body up to meet his. Our lips met again and he held me tighter so I was forced to wrap my legs around his waist.

  He did exactly what I daydreamed he would - he pushed me up against the wall catty-corner to the door and, when the cool wainscoting hit my flesh, I gasped. The cold forced my nipples to harden even more and, almost if Wyatt sensed this, or maybe he felt it through his jacket, his eyes darted down and he grinned impishly. He looked back up at me as his mouth moved south. He kissed his way down my sternum, burying his face in the space between my breasts. His hot kisses trailed first to my left nipple, where the rosebud was screaming for his mouth.

  Wyatt’s mouth was suddenly on me, sucking gently, and I arched my back even more, realizing that the motion put the mound of his cock right at my entrance. Oh, God. He noticed this contact, too, and thrusted his hips upwards to meet me.

  “If you keep that up, I’m going to soak through your pants, too,” I whimpered as he moved to my right nipple. He glanced up at me, somewhat confused. He glanced down and saw what I mean - my panties were entirely useless. I was dripping wet and, at this realization, he groaned and rested his head on my right shoulder. “Fuck, Tori, can’t you give a man a break? Do you really have to keep pulling out all the sexy stops?”

  I chuckled against the side of his head and apologized for my inconsiderate ways. The rough hands that held my ass up drifted closer to my inner thighs and I straightened, tensed. His hands continued to close in on my sex and I had never been so close to combusting before in my life. His fingers finally met the satin of my panties and he could feel the wetness for himself. Wyatt nearly growled, sounding like he was going to lose control. I heard a small, faint rip and felt my panties fall away.

  The sound and sensation of my panties getting torn off did something funny to me and my hips ground to move my sex against his hand, forcing him to touch me more. He roughly moved one hand to my shoulder and used his own chest to brace my tighter against the wall. Wyatt was totally in charge and fuck if that wasn’t hot.

  “Don’t move,” he ordered as he let go of my ass and my heels touched the tile floor with a clack. I was disappointed for a second that he wasn’t going to take me against the wall but then I saw that he was just working on his pants. As soon as he got the buckle, button, and zipper free, his cock sprung out, ready for action. My knees went weak at the sight of the veins working up the side, at the perfectly-shaped tip that preceded the full length of him.

  As I was admiring God’s handiwork, he grabbed me by the hips again and lifted my entire weight with just his grip. I swung my legs around him faster than I would have thought possible and grabbed him roughly with my arms, pulling our bodies closer. I kissed him hard, knowing full well that we were both going to have a hard time hiding our close encounter when we went downstairs.

  I just couldn’t give a shit, though, as I felt his cock nestle against my sex as we explored each other’s mouths. I tightened my grip around his neck and arched my back so that my nipples grazed the fabric of his suit jacket - the roughness tingled. Wyatt’s hands were still on my hips and I vaguely noticed that his grip was tight enough to bruise - Oh well. I moved my hands from around his neck to rest on his chest, forcing my way under his cobalt jacket. Get this shit off! was all I could think, and apparently Wyatt got the message.

  We shuffled him awkwardly out of his suit jacket and I got to work, frantically undoing the buttons. I finally undid the last button and forced his shirt down his arms, sighing as I did. He had a slight dusting of hair on his pectorals, light like his hair. But God, his muscles. His pecs were firm, sculpted, and lead straight down into abs that were defined without being intimidating. His arm muscles rippled as he continued to hold my weight and the thrust of his pelvis showed off the V-muscles that made me want to lick my way down his body.

  And in between those V-muscles was his cock, which jutted out between the two of us like a challenge waiting to be accepted. Without laying down, it was going to be a feat to get his full length inside me – it had been six freaking months. But as our eyes met one last time, I knew that we’re going to have fun trying to make this work. Our lips met gently one last as his arms lifted me even higher, shifting so he could rest his cock against my entrance. The second our two bodies met, there was a spark that slammed between us.

  Our bodies did the rest, and I leaned back against the wall as he ground into me. There was a split second of a pinching, pressure, and then the release that came after the breach. His cock was hot, so hot, inside me that I felt the tension melt away quickly. We both moaned loudly and rested against each other, and I wiggled my hips a bit to try and accommodate more of his length.

  “I don’t think I can fit all of you,” I whispered in his ear, squirming in a most unladylike way. He groaned like he was trying to drown out my words and his body bucked into me, making it known that Wyatt was barely holding the leash. I gasped as more of him slid into me and he leaned back to stare at me. Our eyes met and locked as he used his arm strength to move my body up and down on his cock, the angle just right for grinding against the bundle of nerves at the top of my sex.

  I felt my body tense as we continued to stare at each other, the moment so intimate that I was taken aback. The thought of people downstairs, wondering where we were, flickered briefly into my mind but was immediately drowned out with another slide down Wyatt’s dick. My legs wanted to spread wider to accommodate more of him and, as if he sensed this, Wyatt thrusted hard into me, taking my breath away.

  His cock hit that bundle of nerves and, coupled with the bite of his thrust, it was enough to trigger a most unexpected climax. I tensed, clenched my teeth, and braced my hands around his face.

  “Wyatt, I’m going to come,” I panted, staring at him as I felt the tingle work its way up through the small of my back, through my arms, and back down to my clit. That spurred him on and he bucked harder against me, friction meeting my clit. He continued to pound into me, slowly at first, but then faster as he felt my sex tighten around him.

  Wyatt didn’t slow and I was barely holding on to his shoulder as I went weak with the sensations. His cock jerked roughly inside of me and the realization that he was going to come sent me over the edge. We climaxed together, pushing against each other in a frenzy that was both animalistic and intimate. His seed filled me, his ejaculation continuing for longer than I expected. The heat was intense, so intense, and I was thankful for it.

  We collapsed against each other, me still propped up on top of his cock, braced against the wall. Wyatt moved backwards, pulling out slowly so we could both enjoy the sensations.

  “Thank you,” I whispered, looking up through my lashes to meet his eyes. “That really was the best birthday present ever.” He smiled boyishly, looking shy and flattered all at once.

  “If it makes you feel any better, that was the best present I’ve ever had, too,” Wyatt whispered back. We let the space between us grow quiet as he released me to let my legs touch the floor. We let the silence grow between as we scavenged for our clothes on the floor. They were crumpled like paper and my hair was just a total rat’s nest – there was no way I was getting out of this country club without everyone knowing.

  Just as I was about to ask Wyatt to smuggle me out of there so no one could see the mess I’d become, there was a small knock at the door. Wyatt scrambled to hide behind the door as I jumpe
d to unlock it and peered through the crack.

  I let my breath out in a whoosh – it was just Emma and she had, graciously, come bearing gifts. A hairbrush, a new shirt, and some deodorant. “I keep these things on hand now, you know… just in case,” she explained, and I blush from head-to-toe. I still grasped her arm in silent thanks before I nearly slammed the door in her face and pulled my violet wrinkled shirt back over my head. I pulled on the new rose-toned blouse that Emma had given me and roughly brushed my hair.

  All the while, Wyatt watched me silently, his eyes looking me over like he couldn’t believe we had just fucked. I couldn’t either. I dragged the deodorant under my arms and stood in the mirror to assess myself. My makeup was slightly smudged but it looked good - that sultry, “I just got fucked” look that I always tried to go for but couldn’t manage. You gotta get laid to pull that off, Tori.

  “You look even more amazing than before,” Wyatt declared from his spot against the wall. “I didn’t know that was even possible, but you’re absolutely glowing.”

  “Don’t look so proud of yourself there, sport,” I grinned back at him. I turned to face him and moved closer to the door.

  “Well. I guess we should go back down there,” I said as I stare longingly at him. I didn’t really want to leave, but it’d been at least 15 minutes and people would start to notice. “How about I go back down to the Main Hall exit and you walk in the front? We can switch and I’ll act like I spilled champagne on my shirt and had to go find a new one.”

  “Sounds good to me,” Wyatt said, looking even less ready than I was to burst our little bubble. He smiled at me, though, a slightly sad, puppy-dog eye smile, and it made me reach up on my tippy-toes to plant a soft, sweet kiss on his lips.