Billionaire's Baby: Single Dad Steamy Romance (Player's Club Series Book 1)

by Roxie Odell

  “Careful?” she purred. “What’s the fun in that?”

  Their eyes met, and a connection was fused. He leaned in to kiss her, knowing full well that he could no longer deny he was falling for the woman. No longer could he simply use her for what she could do for him and his son.

  She took hold of his lapels and drew him close to her, then pressed her knees around his hips, sweetly imprisoning him. Brodie craned to reach her mouth, which was eager and waiting for him. She slipped her tongue between his lips and ravaged him, and all the while, he was her willing victim.

  He entwined his tongue with hers, tasting every bit of her he could. He had kissed her before, and even on his garden patio, she had awakened something in him, but in that alley, during that forbidden absence from his important dinner meeting, he felt like he was kissing her for the very first time.

  It became clear to Brodie, as clear as the buzzing from the light above them, that he’d been living in denial. He was afraid and overwhelmed after becoming a father, only to be scorched by Thomas’s mother, a woman he’d trusted. He didn’t love her, but he wanted so desperately to create a healthy family for Thomas to grow up in. He was terrified to move forward with Cara, and the timing had seemed off all along, yet she’d persisted, and here they were, all over each other in a back alley like a couple of horny teenagers after the prom.

  From an allegorical perspective, she had ironically freed him from his own dirty alley. On so many levels, Cara had lifted him to a place he’d never been before. He tried to tell himself the feeling just wasn’t there, that they didn’t share that passion he’d always experienced with the women he slept with, but there was undeniably something else between them, something far more precious. The women before were dispensable, disposable, and Cara was anything but that. She was not like them, not a person to be manipulated and used.

  Brodie placed his palm on her thigh, wordlessly accepting her unspoken proposition. As he let himself feel all she had to offer, Brodie realized no woman’s lips had ever tasted so sweet to him before. The world spun in slow motion as his tongue explored her, savored her, and he greedily swallowed her moan of pleasure. His hand slipped from her thigh to cup the back of her head, so he could press into her more completely.

  She moved her hips up toward him, taking him firmly between her yoga-sculpted thighs. That move caused the hem of her sinfully tight little dinner dress to rise, creating a perfect cavern between her legs for him to spelunk into. His body shielded her from any public view, in case anyone happened to be peering down the alley or out a nearby window.

  Brodie slipped his hand beneath her dress, cautious at first, but his timid approach brought out the tiger in her. She gripped his wrist and placed his hand where she wanted it, and he pressed his eyelids shut, overcome with the feel of her. He could not believe what he was doing, in full view of any passersby, yet he couldn’t deny Cara what she wanted. “You are so smart,” he murmured against her lips.

  “I am,” she said, as if she already knew it.

  “Yes, you are,” he said.

  She grinned. “It wasn’t a question,” she said wickedly.

  A laugh escaped him. “I’m aware,” he said.

  At that point, all walls between them dropped away, and Brodie went absolutely crazy. His hands swam her into a frenzy as he sought to touch every possible surface in her mouth with his tongue. He couldn’t get enough of her fast enough.

  “I don’t wanna go back to dinner,” he confessed. “Can you wait in the car for me while I come up with some feasible excuse…or should we go back in and do the right thing?”

  Her eyebrow arched as he continued to touch her, unable to stop. “You’re gonna put the blame for this on me?” she asked, toying with him in mild disbelief.

  “Bad girl,” he said, stiffening his tone. “Go to the car and wait.”

  “Yes, sir,” she purred.

  He lifted her off her cardboard perch and felt positively drunk as they walked to the front of the building, where his car was waiting. He lazily kissed her as his driver held the door for her. “I’ll be as fast as I can,” he promised.

  Cara beamed. “I know you will.”

  Without regard to press or fake news, he ran like a maniac into The Prime Rib, feeling only momentary regret that he was going to miss out on a gourmet meal. In the pit of his stomach, he feared dashing away from the dinner would harm his business reputation, but he had a believable out, even if he didn’t like lying or using Thomas as an excuse. Before he stepped into the room, though, it dawned on him that karma might come back to get him if he pretended the babysitter called, and he blurted, in his most apologetic voice, “Sorry, but Cara isn’t feeling well. I probably shouldn’t have brought her. I need to take her home.”

  “I hope she feels better,” said the vice president, and his genuine sympathy only made Brodie feel slightly guiltier.

  “Thank you,” Brodie said, then turned to walk out, snickering to himself about the real plans he had for Cara on the way there.

  Chapter Seven

  Brodie slipped into the back of his limo and pressed his body against Cara, staring her right in the eye all the while, as if he was ready to eat her up in place of the deluxe dinner he’d missed. With the press of a button, he raised the divider to give them some privacy from the driver.

  “Magic,” she whispered.

  He could not take his eyes off her, but he did manage to stop himself from declaring that she was the magic. He simply didn’t have the nerve to spew the corny compliment, but he found that surprising; never had any woman made him so self-analytical before. He leaned across her, gently pushing against her plush body, to reach inside a refrigerated compartment for a split of champagne.

  “Get out!” exclaimed Cara, very impressed.

  Brodie certainly wasn’t trying to show off, but he was stoked that she seemed pleased. Champagne in the back of a car was nothing new to him, but he wanted the moment to be perfect for her. With the press of another button, he filled the car with music that made it all the more special.

  Cara took the small bottle from him and twisted off the cap, then offered the bubbly beverage to him first.

  Brodie took a sip, still staring deeply into her eyes. He then gently nudged it from his lips and guided it to hers.

  She closed her huge, soft eyes, displaying a slash of thick lashes on her exquisite, high cheekbones as she sensually took the champagne between her lips.

  “You’re killin’ me, Smalls,” he muttered.

  “Hey! I love that movie,” she blurted.

  “You do? I figured you’re too young to even know it,” he said happily. “It’s my all-time favorite though.”

  “Age doesn’t matter. It’s timeless,” she said, “just like…baseball.”

  There was a wonderful magnetic tension between them, a sensual pull that was as agonizing as it was pleasurable. All the things he was afraid of overtook him now, along with emotions he didn’t even know he was capable of. Something about that was refreshing; Brodie Rogan, billionaire extraordinaire, was incredibly vulnerable.

  Cara’s eyes sparkled as she anticipated their kiss. Brodie had closed the gap between them. What started out as a torrid, dicey interlude in the back of an alley suddenly became sweet and romantic, a night to write in her journal about.

  He raked his fingers through the silky strands of her hair and held her mouth close to his. A rush of electric waves washed through him, gathering in his loins, till he was stirred and aching for her. His arousal was piqued even more by her adorable mention of baseball. Most of the women he’d dated seemed to lean toward the gritty side, but while Cara was no doubt strong, she was also soft, feminine, and cute. Not only that, but her taste and the scent of her sent him into a heady haze. His entire reality was suspended as their passion swirled.

  Without breaking their kiss, Brodie knocked on the barrier to signal the driver to move. They’d only been back there for a few minutes, but it felt like forever already.<
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  As the limo glided through the streets, the two felt as if they were entwined in a slow dance of epic proportions. He continued delighting his tongue with her taste, pleasuring his fingertips with the warmth of her body, then drew her leg snuggly over his hip. She had a darkly sensual vibe about her, as if there was more heat to be discovered, as if a tigress was lurking beneath that façade of sweetness and innocence. Wanting to unleash that beast in her, Brodie found it difficult to exercise his restraint, even with the driver on the other side of the thin divider. It was nothing new for him to entice women into nudity in the back seat of his car, but Cara was something different.

  Suddenly, she broke their kiss and looked out the window in confusion. “Are we going to your place?” she asked

  “Yep. We can slip into my guesthouse,” he whispered, even though it was the quarters of his fired nanny, a thought that brought a bit of unsettling negativity into the idea.

  All his doubt vanished, though, when her eyes lit up. They were like licorice, glossy and focused. For an answer to his suggestion, she took his mouth and rolled onto his lap, till she was boldly straddling him, a position that felt absolutely right to both of them. Her back arched in toward him, and the top of her torso melted into him, the contrast of softness against his rock-hard physique.

  Her spine snaked down into a fine, firm rump, and Brodie could not help but splay his palm over her enticing curves. Even though his eyes were closed, his hands granted him a vision of her beauty, and the feel of her went straight to his loins. Instantly, he hardened, fully erect. Her softness grinded against him, crazing him with need. His head swirled with her sensuality, the touch of her plushness, the silkiness of her hair, and, once again, the smell and taste of her.

  She reached between them and teased his cock, casting him into an internal conflict like he’d never known. He wanted nothing more than to thrust into her delicate palm and chase his pleasure, but the time and place did not seem right, not for a girl like her. Something about Cara made him feel she deserved better than a backseat romp.

  As he debated what to do, his lust trying to overshadow his logic, the car pulled right and pulled into the posh neighborhood where his home resided, just outside the city and only a few miles from the restaurant where they’d almost dined on something other than each other.

  All of Brodie’s staff knew him well, and his driver was no exception. He knew the score and was very discreet in his slow drive to the guest cottage at the back of the lot.

  Cara worried just a bit that Maya might spot them, but they were as quiet as they could be as they slipped out of the passenger side and crept into the guesthouse. Meanwhile, the driver played lookout, staying out front to give the would-be lovers all the privacy they needed.

  Brodie was no rookie when it came to taking women home, but with Cara, it felt like a whole new experience. He felt like a high school kid on a first date, nervous and a bit unsure of himself. How could such a sweet, seemingly innocent woman do this to me? he wondered. If anything, I should feel more confident with someone like her. I mean, I know she’s not after my money. The many problem was that Brodie doubted his own goodness. He was sneaking into his own guesthouse, hiding from her sister, so they could spend a moment alone, and that didn’t seem good enough for a person like Cara Rodriguez. She deserves better than this, better than me, he thought sadly. He had the urge to lay her down on a bed of rose petals, to shower her with the most intense romance he could conjure, and that was totally unlike him.

  As soon as they stepped into the guesthouse, Brodie took Cara into his arms and stroked her soft hair. He pushed it back from her enchanting face, but it fell right back into place. Unable to stop himself from marveling at it, he whispered, “Hey, I know it feels like we’re, uh…there, but would you prefer something nicer? I’m more than willing to book the finest suite in a luxury hotel if—”

  Cara’s beautiful brown eyes softened with a smile. “Look around you,” she whispered. “What could some hotel provide that this place can’t? All I want is you, Brodie Rogan.” With that, as if to emphasize her point, her hands found his hips and pressed upward on the sensitive flesh of his abdomen, teasing him.

  Relieved that those fingertips didn’t travel below his waist, knowing that would launch him into a fierce orgasm, he lifted her in his arms. She was a small woman, but even that, coupled with the fact that he was fit, did not stop the gesture from being a little awkward. Still, Brodie gallantly pressed on, navigating through the guesthouse till he reached the bedroom, where the security light splashed the smooth, tidy bedding that would soon be destroyed in a toss of passion.

  Brodie lowered Cara onto the plush cotton bedspread, and she imprisoned his thighs with her ankles, keeping her cool much better than he was. Brodie reached down to touch her spiky heels, and that fancy footwear made him harder still, a reaction he’d always had to sexy shoes. Even in four-inch, sinfully high heels, she was so petite that she was still shorter than him, but she had every right to show off her beautiful feet, always gorgeously pedicured. I’m gonna buy her a million pairs of shoes, he thought as the beautiful creature before him began to unfasten his pants.

  He craned against the pleasure of Cara unbuckling his belt, and his eyes pressed tightly shut when he felt her fingers dance across his shaft. A surge overtook him as he felt her wet, hot lips on the head of his cock. Blindly, he raked his fingers through her hair, both clutching her head and directing her motions, though she didn’t seem to need any help.

  In an expert fashion, Cara worked her mouth up and down, drawing her scorching cheeks around his length, enveloping him completely at times, till he gently collided with the back of her throat. His legs trembled, and he feared he might actually collapse to the floor, overcome with the amazing pleasure of it.

  He nudged her shoulder with his fingers and encouraged her backward, then leaned over her, grabbed a pillow, and tossed it to his feet. He sank to his knees, pushed up her hem, and parted her splendid thighs. Her musty fragrance gently brushed his nose, intoxicating him in a way no drug or strong drink ever could.

  He pressed his lips softly against the inside of her thighs, dotting that sensitive place with kisses as he traveled toward her hot spot. Cara moaned and shimmied her legs with anticipation, gripping his head so hard she threatened to pull his hair out. So tight was her grasp on him that at one point, he had to reach up and ease her hand.

  He gently slipped her panties from her hips and slid them down the length of her legs, removing the obstruction to his tongue. He touched her with the tip, tasting and savoring her slick, salty flesh, then glided his licks over every bit of her.

  She lifted her legs up and over his shoulders. He was still partially dressed, but he wanted to feel her skin on his, so he leaned back momentarily to slip out of his shirt, then guided her legs back over him and returned to giving her pleasure.

  He devoured her, then took hold of her hips, pinned her legs in place, and lapped and lashed her petaled flesh until she bucked against him. She thrust forward and back, as if begging for release, pushing herself up that ancient climb as he sweetly tortured her.

  He drove into her as deeply as he could, and he could have sworn she just melted on his tongue. He flicked the tip against her sensitive bud, holding her as still as possible so she could absorb the full impact of his loving.

  Her cries grew ragged, and her body went limp. The power seemed to sweep from her, and she became easier to hold. He laid her down against the comfortable mattress, then stood to remove the rest of his clothes, never lifting his eyes from her. He pushed his trousers down till they puddled on the floor next to his shirt, and he stood before her, naked and proud and ready.

  Cara’s dress was up around her midsection, but it was her turn to strip down. Brodie helped her by drawing her up to a sitting position and slipping the garment from her body. He leaned her forward, dangerously close to his protruding erection, and unlatched her bra.

  Her cupcake-sized breasts bobb
ed as she shed the frock. She leaned back on her elbows and showed herself to him, fully aware of how magnificent she was. Brodie thought she was perfect, fit, shapely, and covered with flawless skin. The light spilled over her and played upon her shapeliness, illuminating her wonderfully. Gazing at her, he determined that she was just about the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and definitely the most real of any of his bedmates.

  She regarded him with a warm, inviting smile, and Brodie eagerly accepted her invitation. As he crawled onto the bed, she backed up until they were both in the center of the mattress. Brodie glanced at the drawn curtains that shielded them from view, and he felt a sudden urge to pull them back and to open the door.

  On the floor between the bed and the dresser was an alpaca rug. Working quickly, he opened the door, fresh air blowing over them in another blanket of seduction, then scooped her to the floor and laid her on the rug that was soft beneath her naked skin.

  Cara said nothing, but she purred with delight.

  “Like that?” he murmured.

  “It feels wonderful.”

  “So do you.”

  Chapter Eight

  Brodie steadied himself by taking hold of Cara. His length was fully erect, as hard as he could be as he stood poised at the soft wet entrance of her body. She reached between them and closed her fingers around him to guide him into her, and Brodie was sure he was going to lose it right then and there.

  He staved off his climax and pushed as deeply into her as he was physically able. Her body was like a furnace, a snug, damp, scorching well of heat. She was unbelievable, and breaking his long stretch of abstinence with such sensual sweetness almost left him feeling guilty. How lucky can a guy get?

  The tight heat of her body sent more blood surging to his belly, and he grew harder still as he slowly pushed in and pulled out. He was so stunned by the pleasure that he could hardly think. He lost all sense of time and place as his mind was caught up in the whirlwind of physical and emotional feelings she freed in him. He had never felt such a sexual high, and he loved riding it out.