CEO'S Secret Baby: A Standalone Surprise Pregnancy Romance

by Iona Rose

  I opened my eyes to see the genuine concern in his gaze as he searched mine, checking for any sign whatsoever of discomfort.

  His consideration touched me and in response, I threw my hands around him resting my face in the crook of his neck as his cock stretched me. I slowly impaled myself onto him, slight whimpers sounding from my throat as my body struggled to accommodate his length and thickness.

  He rested his hands gently on my hips, guiding me slowly all the while showering kisses across my face, on my forehead, on my cheeks, nibbling on the tip of my nose and on my bottom lip to distract me.

  It made every inch slide easier and finally, he was lodged solidly inside me. I slammed myself down on him the rest of the way, and felt him hit the end of me. “Ahhh,” I moaned out, throwing my head back as the fullness I craved was flawlessly sated.

  “Are you okay?” he asked gently.

  I forced my eyes open to meet his beautiful green ones. I nodded, a wild smile breaking out across my lips. “I’m more than okay.” I dug my knees into the bed, balancing my hands against his hard torso as I pulled up away from him, just until his tip sat at my entrance. My sex kept trembling fiercely, sheathed around him like a second skin. I slid back onto him, his cock now completely coated with my slickness. The fit of him seated inside me this time around felt like a dream. I rose up once again.

  When I slammed down on him, his back arched off the bed. “Holy fuck, Leah,” he panted. His breathing coming in short hard spurts. “I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”

  I felt the exact same way, the friction at my motion much too sweet to process.

  As if he were helpless, Carter fell back onto the bed.

  Now, I began to ride him furiously. Back and forth, I rolled my hips wildly against him and then held unto his torso so I could pump my hips up and down on his raging cock.

  My throat swelled shut, my nose stinging from impending tears of pure feeling. The way he felt inside of me was unreal. I’d never imagined sex could feel this good. My heart roared in my ears, my breath hissing out between my clenched teeth as I fucked him with all I had in me.

  My inner walls began to contract around his cock greedily, our bodies shuddering at the building pressure of our impending release.

  Unexpectedly, he moved and flipped me over.

  I was tossed onto the bed.

  He repositioned his cock at my entrance and slammed into me, whatever restraints he had earlier were now completely nonexistent. “Leah,” he gasped out in near desperation.

  I loved the hoarse, desperate call of my name on his lips.

  He thrust deep into me as I pumped my hips upward to meet every single hard frantic drive. I grabbed his ass, my nails digging deep into the taut flesh. I drew blood but at that moment, neither of us gave a fuck.

  “Carter,” I panted out breathlessly. My eyes watered as he fucked me to within an inch of my life, the frame of the bed jerking and creaking in protest.

  His tempo became relentless and overpowering as I thrashed my head from side to side, threaded screams flowing from the back of my throat.

  His thumb went to my clit, to massage the engorged bud.

  This became my breaking point. “Carter,” I screamed, as I unraveled completely, my hips bucking and my cries bouncing off the walls of the room. My release so earth shattering that I scraped my nails against the sweat soaked skin of his back, scrambling for my sanity.

  Carter then reached his own peak as he slammed his hand against the headboard above me and roared out his release, the entire bed frame shuddering at the impact. He collapsed on top of me, his whole body rigid as his climax rushed through him.

  I wrapped my hands around him, aware of his white-knuckled grip on the pillow at the side of my head as he hid his face along my neck, fighting to catch his breath.

  His whole body was burning hot, dampened with sweat, as strands of our hair seemed to be sticking to the sides of our faces.

  I curved my hands over his ass, loving the weight of his spent body on me as I basked in the ceaseless wave of my own orgasm.

  Eventually, he rolled off me and we both laid there, staring at the ceiling for the longest time.

  Finally he spoke, “What the fuck just happened?”

  Chapter 4

  Carter

  Her amusement started with a small smile, and then it widened, until she could no longer contain it. She then bubbled with laughter.

  Such a soft but hearty sound that made my chest swell until it became almost painful to breathe. I turned towards her, my head propped up with my hand. “Why are you laughing?” I asked, unable to keep the smile off my face.

  She turned to me, laying on her side and also propping her head up with a hand. “Why are you smiling?” She returned the question.

  For a moment, I lost myself in her hazel eyes, ablaze with excitement and joy. There was a peace in them, that seemed to calm the constant anxiety and restlessness inside of me. Lying here, I thought of nothing else, except this woman beside me. Of the way she had just fucked me out of my mind… of just how beautiful she was and most especially, of how alluring her body was.

  Back in the club, the lights had been dim, but right now, I could see the light freckles across her nose, the thickness of her lashes, and the small lines underneath her eyes.

  She was flesh and blood, human and woman—and I was completely overtaken. My hand reached out on its own accord to trouble a strand of her wild, curly, auburn hair. “I’m smiling because you are.”

  “Well, I laughed because that was the best goddamn sex I’ve ever had, and I’m still trying to process it, just like you are.”

  My smile widened. “It’s my pleasure to be at your service.”

  She shifted a bit closer to me and my gaze went to her exposed, beautiful, breasts.

  “Can we do it again?” she asked.

  This time, I was the one who laughed. “That sounds like the most fantastic idea ever. But first, I need to eat something. You completely wiped me out.” I somehow found the strength to rise from the bed. “C’mon, I’m pretty sure I make the best peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the world.”

  I went over to the hotel bathroom to find us both some robes.

  “I don't think its great taste has much to do with you though,” she teased.

  I gave her a sour look as I went around the bed to hand over the robe.

  Taking it, she shyly rose to her feet.

  “Instead of regular bread, I make it as French toast, and its drip free. I have a great method for locking in the jelly. Little upgrades you might say, it has made many drop to their knees.”

  She laughed as she slid her arms into the soft cotton fabric.

  I stared and for a moment, I thought to lift her into my arms but decided against it. I was becoming way too excited.

  When we got to the kitchen area, I pulled the door to the small refrigerator open.

  She ducked underneath my arm to see what it contained. “Wow, you literally only have bread, peanut butter and jelly.”

  “And two bottles of water,” I added as I grabbed the loaf and jars then shut the door.

  “Two bottles of water,” she agreed.

  Her dry tone amused me. “I’ve been having back to back meetings for the last week. These were needed for the days when I forgot to eat or just didn’t have the time.”

  “When will you be returning to the US?” She asked as she brought a plate over for me.

  “My flight is supposed to be in three days,” I replied as I began to spread peanut butter on the first slice of bread.

  “Supposed to be?” She asked.

  I held her gaze as I responded, “Yeah, supposed to be. Who knows what could happen?” The message was clear, and I wondered why I was conveying it. Did I truly want to see her again, after tonight? Perhaps this was just what it was intended to be… a chance meeting between two strangers, for just one passionate night together.

  But as I went silent, I truly didn’t know if
one night was enough.

  Something about her tempted and entranced me and I couldn’t put my finger on it… she literally drew me in like a moth to a flame. She burned, brightly… and all I wanted was to bask in her heat. I’d felt this irresistible pull from the moment I spotted her earlier at the bar and it hadn’t subsided since.

  A night I suspected, would not nearly be enough.

  “You’re the only one here right?” She asked. “Why did you get such a big suite?”

  “It was all they had ready at the time and Desa’s office is just about ten minutes away from here. I wanted to be as close as possible to cut down on any commuting hassles.” Soon, I was done with the spread, sliced the joined pieces in half and pushed one over to her.

  “You didn’t make it like French toast,” she accused as she gazed up at me from beneath her lashes.

  “I’m out of milk and eggs.” I shrugged. “Maybe, next time.”

  “Thank you,” she said, and lifted the sandwich to her mouth.

  She took a bite, then smiled in amusement.

  “Carter, no offense but you definitely had no effect whatsoever on this sandwich. It is as standard as they come.”

  I laughed, more at myself this time than at her comment. I was definitely not thinking about the sandwich as I watched her.

  When she finished, she headed over to the refrigerator to get the water. “Should we share a bottle, so you’ll have one left?”

  “Sure,” I said.

  She brought it over to me.

  “You first.” I nodded at her.

  Leah smiled as she lifted it to her lips.

  I watched her as she slightly bent her head backwards and drank, her larynx bobbing as she swallowed, and just like that—I was turned on all over again.

  She pulled her head back after her drink, and a small trickle rolled down along the corner of her lips.

  Before she could stop it, however, I caught her hand and pulled her to me. My lips kissed the liquid away from her neck and up the trail back to her mouth.

  “Carter…” she breathed, just as affected as I was.

  I slipped my tongue into her mouth.

  The bottle fell from her grasp, hitting the floor with a small thud.

  In moments, her ass was cupped in my hands, and her hands buried in my hair.

  I loved the way she kissed me… as though she was on the brink of losing all control.

  Despite this seeming unbridled response to me, I could sense her holding back at every point. Doubting herself… exercising caution. I had no idea why, but it gave me the sense that she wasn’t quite adept at this one night stand thing, and this made me glad.

  I didn’t even know when I loosened her robe, but in a flash, it was hanging on the crook of the arm that tugged mercilessly on my hair. My hands moved past her voluptuous behind to stroke her swollen clit, before I slipped a finger inside of her.

  Her knees buckled. “Fuck, Carter,” she breathed the words out with a gasp

  I chuckled in response. After a couple of finger thrusts, I rose to my feet. I turned her around, my robe giving way to hang open while I pulled hers from her body.

  It settled into a puddle on the floor and she pressed herself against my hardened cock.

  I grabbed her breasts as I traced searing kisses down her neck, and loved the way she writhed against me as I plumped them in my hands.

  They were full and heavy with small, but erect, pink nipples. Hers had to be the most beautiful breasts I’d ever come across. My left hand banded around her slender waist, while the other found its way down to grabbed her soaked sex.

  Her heels lifted from the floor.

  She was dripping wet, my fingers slipping into the center of her folds to find her clit. I resumed my assault, stroking the engorged bud, hard and fast until she became wild against me, her hands around my wrist in half hearted attempts to halt my tease.

  I refused to budge until she came, in a throaty cry… with a dirty curse. “Holy effing Christ!” She trembled, her chest heaving violently as her orgasm spilled onto my hand. After she had recovered enough, she turned to face me, a heart stopping smile on her face.

  When I lifted my hand to my lips and cleaned her juices from my fingers with my tongue, her eyes widened in surprise. “I love the way you taste,” I told her and pulled the robe from my body.

  “That’s fucking hot, Carter,” she said.

  I was in total agreement, as everything about this night was more than hot.

  She retreated but her back soon connected with the counter.

  With a grip on her waist, I hoisted her up and sat her on the marble. “You ready?” I asked as I pulled on a condom.

  Almost immediately, her hands were on my cock fisting the rock hard length with unbridled excitement.

  I could now see she had loosened up just a bit more, and was fully ready to thoroughly enjoy her night. She guided me into her and at the clench of her sex around my dick, I stopped breathing for a moment… and then it resumed in a rush… my eyes fluttering shut. She kissed me, her lips sucking greedily on mine her tongue teasing mine in languid, playful strokes.

  I began to move inside of her and the rock of her hips in response made me feel like a car skidding out of control. I rested my head against hers, as I rammed into her, my fingers digging into her thighs while hers raked trails up and down my back.

  “Oh, God…” Her voice shook to the rhythm of my thrusts, and when I lifted her off the counter to place her against the wall behind us, she rested her head on my shoulders in near collapse.

  Her back slammed continuously against the wall as I fucked her, reinvigorated and insatiable.

  Somehow, this time was even better than our last, the initial shyness and reservations, now completely gone.

  We fucked like we were old lovers, thoroughly aware and in tune with the workings of each other’s bodies. We came together and I’d never felt so deeply connected to another person in my life. In that moment of earth shattering release, we had become one… inseparable and completely whole.

  I emptied myself into her, and collapsed against her, just as she did to me.

  The wall held us both up, until a few minutes later when I found the strength to move. I pulled out of her, and we both watched as her cunt released me, the separation coming with a spill of her release to roll down along her inner thighs.

  It was one of the most erotic and intimate things I had ever experienced.

  She laughed softly under her breath.

  So did I, just as I released my grip of her thighs.

  She slid limply down my body, but still held unto me for stability, her arms around my neck.

  “Ready to get some sleep?” I asked.

  She nodded, her eyelids heavy as she looked at me with the softest, and most beautiful smile on her face. “I can’t seem to walk.”

  I picked her up and soon we were huddled together underneath the luxurious comforter. I spooned her, every inch of her skin plastered to mine as my heart seemed to settle into place.

  “I wish I had the strength for a shower,” she said.

  “No need,” I replied, my breath tickling her ear. “I want to bask in your scent.”

  Her rumbling laughter sent joy prickling through my body.

  “You are one fucking sexy, and near perfect man, Carter,” she said.

  “And you are one sexy and completely beautiful woman, Leah.”

  “Hey,” she complained. “You’ll make me feel guilty for not saying you were entirely perfect.”

  “I definitely am not.”

  “Well, neither am I.”

  “I’m not aware of that yet,” I said. “If the verdict changes sometime in the future, I’ll let you know.”

  With that… she went silent.

  I knew why.

  The future.

  It loomed before us. The night had come to an end. With its conclusion came the realization, that perhaps it would be our end too.

  I thought I’d rema
in awake, pondering over it all, but in no time, I was fast asleep with a dream of a woman in my arms.

  Tomorrow and its mystery would most definitely come, but something calmed my heart, assuring me that things would play out the exact way they were supposed to between us… no need to worry.

  “Goodnight,” she whispered.

  I was almost certain, I mumbled a response back to her.

  Chapter 5

  Leah

  The next morning, I woke up to the rays of the late morning sun, filtering in through the white curtains that covered the stretch of sliding balcony doors. For too long, I watched the billow of the sheer fabric, as the events of the previous night rolled through my mind.

  Carter wasn’t by my side, but in the distance, I could hear water running, and I knew he was taking a shower. I didn’t want to get up but at the same time, I knew I’d already overstayed. It was just meant to be one night, but with the way he’d spoken just before we’d fallen asleep, I wanted to believe he felt the pull as much as I did, to go beyond just the few hours the rule of casual intimacy stipulated.

  The water suddenly shut off, and my thinking immediately ceased. The last thing I wanted was for him to find me still luxuriating in bed. I found my clothes and was dressed in no time. I thought maybe I should just leave, as this should have been the preferred ending, clean and void of frills but I couldn’t get myself to move.

  What if there was even the slightest bit of a chance for more…. was I going to allow my pride to rule instead?

  Suddenly, a hard knock sounded on the door, and it nearly startled my soul out of me.

  After regaining my composure, I headed over to the door.

  A white gloved waiter stood in front of it.

  My gaze lowered to the trolley of food he had with him, so I immediately stepped aside so he could come in.

  “Good morning madam,” he greeted.

  “Good morning,” I replied and shut the door.

  He placed the trolley by the corner and then began to unload the dishes onto the small dining table by the balcony. “Would you like to have breakfast outside or inside madam?” He asked.