ROMANCE: SPORTS ROMANCE: Scored by the Billionaire (Alpha Billionaire Secret Baby Football Romance) (Alpha Male Sports Romantic Comedy)

by Mia Taylor

  Liona leaned back and gave a satisfied sigh as he positioned himself between her thighs and began to make love to her with his tongue, licking and kissing his way up to the top. He placed his mouth over the hood of her clitoris and gently sucked, drawing her in between his lips, and making her moan and grasp at the bed covers.

  "Oh god," she gasped. "Yes. There."

  Carlson reached up and used to fingertips to draw back the hood, revealing her pink clit, and put his tongue on it, slowly licking, making her tremble. "Oh, baby," she moaned, "Oh, yes."

  He continued, alternating between licking and sucking her until she was nearly ready to come, and when she couldn't stand it any longer she gasped, "I need you. I need you in me. Now!"

  There was no hesitation on his part. He slid his pants off and moved up to kiss her on the mouth, as his hard cock slid in against her very wet pussy. Carlson adjusted his angle and then found her entrance, gently, rhythmically pushing until he began to penetrate.

  "Oh, there, yes, yes," Liona moaned as he entered her, sliding in and out to move deeper and deeper inside her. She had her legs up in the air, her thighs spread wide, totally open for him. He was big, and it had been a long time since she'd been penetrated. The last man to make love to her, after all, had been Carlson. And although she may have been stretched during Ashley's delivery, her body had recovered well, and her wet vagina gripped him tightly as he made love to her, powering his cock in and out of her.

  Carlson pressed his lips to her cheek, her neck, his breath hot against her skin. He was holding her tight and rocking his hips, while Liona arched her back and rolled her head back, her eyes shut tight, her arms stretched over her head. The fireworks were starting inside of her. The orgasm was building, and oh god, was it big…

  She screamed, crying out as she came, the orgasm bursting through her like a wave of sparkling energy. Carlson grunted and pushed into her, his rhythm breaking as he came, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

  Moments later they lay still, entangled in each other's arms. As the fog of the huge orgasm gradually dissipated from her mind, she realized he had come inside her, and she began counting the days since her last period. Was this her safe time?

  He looked up at her. "I came inside," he said.

  "I know."

  "You said it was okay last time. I should have asked if it was okay this time."

  "It's okay. I would have said something."

  "Are you okay? You look concerned."

  She shook her head. "I'm fine. I'm just, whoa. That was big." She got off the bed and went to the bathroom, climbing into the bathtub and cleaning herself up in the shower. He followed her in. "Hi. Can I join you to wash up?"

  "Sure." He climbed into the tub, and they took their time washing each other. Then, smiling, they emerged from the bathroom and dressed, leaving for the restaurant so as not to miss their reservation.

  They returned to Liona's room again that night and made love for a second time, and when it began to get late, she asked him to leave, telling him she had an early flight.

  "I wish you would stay here," he said. "Even if you don't want to work for me, I wish I could be around you. You're really special."

  She kissed him on the cheek. "Drop by the League office and see me some time," she said, and wished him goodnight.

  The next morning Liona returned to New York. She took a long cab ride from the airport to her apartment, and found her mom and daughter both waiting for her there. There was a joyous reunion, and then, as she settled Ashley with a bottle, she explained to her mom why she didn't take the job.

  "I can't, mom. It's too complicated." She sighed. "I love him. You can't love your boss. Especially in a high pressure business like professional football. You can't have any kind of feelings except loyalty, and the desire to win."

  "I can't believe you didn't tell him about Ashley," her mom said, opening a bottle of wine in the kitchen. "You'll have one with me, right?"

  "Sure," Liona said. "God bless formula; I can finally have a drink again. And I didn't think it was right to tell him about Ashley like that. Wait a year, and then spring it on him that I had his baby, while he's interviewing me for a job? That's not the way to do things."

  "Well, when are you going to tell him?" her mom said, bringing two glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon back to the living room. "He has a right to know. He is her father."

  "I know," she said. "I feel bad. It's just such a mess. If it gets out that I slept with someone I was investigating, it would destroy my credibility in my field."

  "Honey," her mom said. "He's a billionaire, with a B. Billionaire. If that's his baby, you don't need to worry about working."

  Liona laughed. "It's not about money, Mom. I love my job." She looked down at Ashley, who was sleepily nibbling at the rubber nipple in her mouth. "I love you too, you little squirt," she said. She looked out of the window. Clouds were gathering in the west. "And I love him, too."

  A month later, Liona was at her desk in the League office building. She had a small office on the eleventh floor with a city view. She was drinking coffee and reviewing audits that had been performed on teams during her maternity leave. When she wasn't on a special assignment like investigating a potential new owner, auditing the teams to make sure they were following League rules made up the bulk of her duties. It was a constant game of cat and mouse with big-number puzzles. It would be terrifyingly complex and dull to most people, but for Liona it was like playing detective games all day long. Complicated math situations didn't frighten her. Complicated people situations were another manner.

  There was a knock at her door, and she looked up, expecting it to be one of her team members, but to her surprise it was Carlson Murphy. He stood in her doorway holding a bouquet of tiger lilies, looking irresistible in his tailored navy blue suit.

  "Hello, Liona. Not still interviewing my ex-girlfriends, I hope?"

  She sat back in her office chair. "Well, I would have to interview myself then, wouldn't I?"

  "Maybe, I don't know." Then with mocking drama, he pleaded "What are we?" She laughed, and he entered the office and closed the door. "May I join you? I hope I'm not being presumptuous. Oh, here, these are for you." He handed her the flowers.

  "Wow, these are gorgeous," she said, accepting the bouquet. She smiled as she sniffed them, revelling in the sweetness of their scent. "What are these for?"

  Carlson sat down in the chair across from her. "Everything," he said. "Your excellent work vetting me for the League. Your effort in flying out to interview with my organization."

  "That's no trouble," she said. "Did you find someone for the role?"

  "We hired Bernie Jorgensen from San Diego. Do you know Bernie?"

  "Sure. He's a good man."

  Carlson nodded. "Oh, and of course the flowers are also a thank you for discreetly raising the daughter I didn't know I had for the last year."

  Liona's eyes flashed wide open. "I…what…"

  He smiled reassuringly. "It's all right," he said. "But did you actually think that I'd never figure things out? I asked around a little bit. I'm no forensic accountant, but I can put two and two together. There are a few too many coincidences at play here."

  "I'm sorry," she said. "I wanted to keep things low profile."

  "I respect that," he said. "But I would also like to be involve in the life of the child that I helped create. Can we work together to make that possible?"

  She nodded, lost in his brown eyes. He was so handsome. "Absolutely," she said.

  "I'm glad. Look, Liona," he said, "this is very tricky for me. I really, really like you, and I would like to be involve with you. The fact that we have a baby together makes that even more important for me. Tell me what I can do. I want to be near you."

  She smiled and smelled the lilies again. "We'll work something out," she said.

  Carlson looked at her hopefully. "May I meet the baby today?"

  Liona picked up the phone and pressed a button. She waited a moment, an
d then spoke. "Derrick? Yes, it's Liona. I'm going to be out of the office for the rest of the afternoon. Yes, just take messages. Don't forward anything to my cell. If it's an emergency, send it upstairs. I'm going dark. Great. Thanks."

  "Let's go," she said, standing up. "I know that the two ladies will love to meet you."

  "Two?" he asked. "Good grief, it wasn't twins, was it?"

  "No, my mother babysits Ashley while I work. She'd love to meet you."

  He held the door open for her. "I'd be delighted. Although I'll have to stop and pick up flowers for her as well."

  Liona smiled. This was going to be a good day.

  ********

  THE END

  BONUS STORY

  Dance with the SEAL

  Anna Hart took the elevator up to her apartment full of excitement. When the doors opened on the twenty-fifth floor she rushed out and down the richly carpeted hallway to her door. Key’s at the ready she was in the door and tossing her purse on the counter. She had to get herself ready, she had not been this nervous in years even dancing at the Olympics. She turned and saw the clock, then deflated a little bit. Her date wasn’t for another five hours. It was too early to get ready.

  “Damn, now what do I do?” She asked herself out loud. Her phone started playing a selection of Adele’s new song and she smiled going over to her purse and digging it out. It was her best friend Maggie. Mags was a huge Adele fan.

  “Hey Maggie!” she said.

  “Hey Annie, what was so important I had to call right away? You know my Fridays are busy,” her friend asked cheerfully. Anna laughed.

  “Right. Did you just finish your nap?” She asked teasingly. Maggie worked four days a week and her Fridays were set aside for self-care. Maggie laughed.

  “Of course, naps are serious business,” Maggie said.

  “Well, you will never guess who I ran into today,” she told her. Unable to keep it to herself any longer.

  “Who, that Russian ballerina you have been talking about?” Maggie asked.

  “No, although that would have been cool. She is going all the way to Broadway, you’ll see. No, I ran into Mike Hardlake, remember him?” She asked her friend.

  “Mike…Mike…oh, that Mike. He was your first crush in high school wasn’t he?” Maggie said.

  “Yeah, but Mom and Dad were not too cool about him and we never got a chance. I saw him at Chancers Deli having lunch. He said he missed me and I said the same and…we have a date for tonight!” She told her friend and blushed at the slight squeal in her voice. Maggie would understand, she told herself, and she did.

  “Hot damn girlfriend! Good for you. You bring him up at least five times a year. Even during your hardcore training days. How is he doing?” Maggie asked enthusiastically.

  “He is doing great. He went into the Navy and became a Navy Seal. He was discharged a year ago, he said, and now works for a securities firm downtown. He asked me out for dinner to catch up and because…he said he always wanted to.” Anna finished. Maggie chuckled.

  “Of course he did Annie. I know you both had the hots for each other. I was the one passing the notes between you in class, remember,” she said. Anna laughed with her.

  It was true. She and Mike had been infatuated with each other and Maggie had been the go between. Of course Mike had been in a few scrapes and her parents would not let anything get in the way of her goals. Back then it had been her folks’ goals more than hers. Seeing Mike at the deli had been a shock. She had not laid eyes on him since the last year of high school and had missed him ever since. She had never been able to keep a long term boyfriend because she was always thinking of Mike Hardlake. She reminded Maggie of that.

  “Well, that and until last year your schedule terrified most guys,” Maggie pointed out.

  “Well, yeah, that too,” Anna admitted. Training for ballet was all encompassing and did not leave a lot of time for relationships.

  “I finally get a chance to see what might have been, a second chance, I feel so lucky Maggie,” she told her.

  “I am happy for you, you know that. What can I do to help?” Were her next words.

  “I have five hours until the date and I don’t know what to wear,” she told her and she could hear the panic in her own voice and blushed again.

  “Calm down, I will come over and save the day for you. I know you have some great clothes so just chill. You have time and I will be over in twenty minutes. How does he look these days?” Anna grinned at the question, thinking of Mike.

  “Muscular and gorgeous,” she said.

  “I’ll hurry, see you soon,” Maggie said and hung up.

  ********

  “I think you look great. I don’t know what you are complaining about Annie. We have been through most of your clothes and this is perfect,” Maggie told her almost three hours later.

  “I don’t know Mags; it is just…” She shrugged as she trailed off.

  “I know and how many times do I have to tell you, you look great,” Maggie said with a touch of exasperation coming over to her.

  “I know, it just seems strange, looking at myself,” Anna said sheepishly. Maggie sighed and patted her shoulder, then stood them in front of her mirror side by side.

  “When you left the ballet a year ago you were a skinny ballerina and had been your whole life. For the past year you have not had to work the grinding schedule you have spent most of your life doing. Of course you are a little different. But look here,” she said standing them in profile to the mirror.

  “You have a sexier ass than I do. You no longer wear those restraining breast bands and you gained a little in the chest too so your tits are as sexy as your rear. Your waist is trim and your arms and legs have softened some. Especially your calves and that is the best part. Your calves used to be rock hard knots. Necessary, if you are going to be the star performer at the Olympics, but not for a dance and exercise instructor. Simply put, you are gorgeous darling and I am betting your product endorsements are going to increase too. Get used to it!” Maggie finished.

  It had been strange for Anna to not have her constant workout routine, not to mention finally being able to eat what she wanted. She had secretly been coming to the conclusion that Maggie was right, but she looked so different, that it was hard. Especially next to Maggie who was a voluptuous dark haired beauty. Anna straightened her blouse and adjusted her skirt for the twentieth time and fluffed her long blond hair. Glancing at the clock she realized she would need to leave soon. Pre-date was over. As she did before a performance, she shook off her nervousness and nodded to herself. Ready or not, she thought. Maggie smiled.

  ********

  “Okay, let me get this straight. You had finished the final performance, you knew you had nailed it, and while you were heading down a back corridor in the stadium you shattered your ankle?” Mike asked in amazement.

  “Yep, that was what happened. I knew it was bad as soon as I heard the snap, crackle, pop. It was the last part of the final evening though, so I just had it wrapped and went to the ceremony. That was a mistake, but I hardly limp anymore and I have a weather wise ache so…” she shrugged with a grin. Her injury didn’t bother her anymore.

  “It is amazing to me, the timing of it. About a week later my ankle was shattered and that is how I left Afghanistan,” he said. Anna was shocked and she felt her eyes widen with her surprise.

  “Are you kidding me?” She asked in her own amazement. He grinned in reply.

  “Nope. I remember I heard you had danced at the Olympics over the news just before we went into the bush. A week later my ankle was broken in about ten places. I am still doing rehab for it, twice a week. Weird huh?” He asked and took a drink of his beer. She nodded.

  The dinner was going fantastic, Anna thought. They were getting along as well as they always had and she could see the honesty in his eyes and the warmth of his smile every time he looked at her. She knew it was a coincidence that they both left their professions due to an ankle injury, but i
f felt like a sign they were meant to be together. A childish thought, she knew, but she couldn’t help it.

  It was a cozy French restaurant that he had taken her to. A table in the corner with some privacy, a candle and excellent food. She had a glass of wine to go with her fish and both were wonderful. The whole thing was going so well that Anna was on cloud nine. He appeared to be too.

  “It is weird; may I ask how you broke it?” She said.

  “Sure, we were coming down out of the mountains in a hurry and I ran into an animal trap the afghans use. Nasty thing, it crushed a section of the bone. It hurt like hell, but fortunately they could do some repair work. I have a titanium piece in there though and the warranty is good for another ten years,” he said and they laughed.

  “Do you think of going back, I know some SEALs do?” She asked. She couldn’t help all of her questions. She wanted to know everything she could about him. He shrugged and shook his head.

  “No, I did my bit for the country and it is time to move on. There are things I can do here at home. I am thinking of going back to school. I got lucky with the job I have now so I can make some good money and take advantage of the G.I. bill to get an education. I am hoping to work with homeless vets, there are a lot of them around,” he said and a shadow passed over his wonderful green eyes. She nodded sympathetically.

  “I know. The gym I started teaching calisthenics at has a shelter down the street. I have been talking to the woman who runs the place and I hadn’t realized how bad it was. I am afraid my time in training left little room for paying attention to the news. Since I decided to not go back into dance, I have become something of a news junkie and have kept track of things like that. I feel like I have missed so much important information,” she said honestly.