Not Daddy Material: Billionaire Contract Series

by Violet Paige

  Victor laughed. “He said the same thing about you.”

  “One of us is telling the truth.” I grinned, raising my glass in the air.

  “I like you. I like your business model. I like your business assoc—err, partner.” He glanced at Sasha. “He has a bigger portfolio lined up. He’s more aggressive.”

  “More aggression also means more risk. You’ve seen my numbers. You know what this could do for you. I am a safe bet. I will deliver exactly what I promised. You have my word.”

  I lifted the heavy glass bottle and poured a second drink for him.

  I could tell whatever Stepp said had influenced him. It was enough to make him question our contract. Enough to put doubts in his head about the investment.

  He leaned in his chair. “All right. I’m going to stick with you, for now.”

  I didn’t let my expression change. “You’re making the right decision.”

  Sasha smiled politely. I wondered why she hadn’t said anything.

  Victor looked at his oversized watch. “I better head out. My car is waiting to take me to the airport.”

  I rose as he stood. “I’m glad we could fit this in before your flight.”

  We shook hands, and Victor Kravitz winked at our waitress on his way out.

  I sighed and let my head roll back on my shoulders. “That could have been a disaster.” I sank into the leather seat.

  “He’s not alone. You should know that.” Sasha sipped her brandy.

  “Why? What else did you hear last night?”

  “Stepp is ambitious.”

  “He always has been. I had no idea he’d try to poach people with contracts. New meat, I understand, but this is backstabbing at its finest. Bastard,” I mumbled.

  “You realize I can’t keep this up, Jeremy. I can’t run Scout while you spend time in the country.”

  I frowned. “I was in Georgia. Not on a farm.”

  “Does it matter? Islands? Ranches? The warehouse? You aren’t here. You haven’t been here. I have. And those assholes feel more confident with you. I hate it. I hate them.” She gritted her teeth. “They don’t trust me like they trust you, and you know it. Yet, you were still willing to dump this on me.”

  I closed my eyes. I was fucking exhausted. Newton Hills had taken a toll on me. “I don’t want to argue with you, Sasha. I’m back now. I’m not leaving. I won’t miss any more events. I promise you.” I held her gaze steadily.

  “You promise?”

  I held the brandy to my lips. “Drink with me?”

  I saw the smile on her lips. “The last one.”

  “Of course.”

  We were so close. So close to having the full package to fund the team. There was one final item on the checklist that still needed to be completed. I had to hold on to the secret a little while longer. It would be here in eight months.

  Evie was asleep by the time got home. After our last round of drinks, Sasha left the restaurant and I went to the office. It was easier to get a hold on what was happening at Scout when I was at my desk. There were no distractions. Nothing to steal my focus.

  Evie had left the lamp on next to my side of the bed. There was a note folded in half. I picked it up.

  I missed you tonight.

  -E

  I tucked it under my phone and turned off the light. I wanted to shower before I crawled into bed with my wife. I rinsed off and wrapped a towel around my waist, only to drop it on my way to the bed. I slid between the sheets. I realized Evie’s hand was protectively draped over her stomach. I smiled.

  She murmured something. I nuzzled against her neck and fell asleep.

  19

  Evie

  Jeremy held my hand. We stared at the blurry screen.

  “Is that?” He bent to get a closer look. “That can’t be.”

  The doctor smiled. “That’s your baby. Growing right on schedule. Measuring a perfect size for thirteen weeks.”

  Jeremy squeezed my palm before dropping it. He traced the silhouette on the screen with his finger. It bounced under his touch.

  “Wait, did it? Did it kick?”

  I giggled. “I think so.”

  “Looks like an active baby. I’ll print these pictures for you two to take with you,” Dr. Simons offered. I liked her. She had been recommended to me by our downstairs neighbor who had two children. It was the best referral I could get. “Do you have any questions before you leave?”

  I looked at Jeremy.

  “No.” He shook his head. “The baby is healthy? And Evie?”

  “They are both doing very well.” Her curls bobbed when she spoke. She stuck a pencil behind her ear. “Make sure to schedule your next appointment on your way out. I’ll see you back here for the gender reveal, unless you’ve decided you want it to be a surprise.”

  “I don’t think we’ve decided yet,” I answered.

  “We’ll take a look at everything during that appointment. You don’t have to know the sex if you don’t want to, but as long as the baby cooperates, we should be able to give you an answer. Something to think about.”

  She handed me a towel to wipe the gel from my stomach.

  “Thank you, Dr. Simons. We’ll talk about it.”

  “It was good to see you again. I’ll see you back in four weeks. Keep drinking plenty of water, take lots of naps and walks.”

  “I will.”

  She closed the door and I started to get dressed.

  Jeremy paced behind me. “You want to know, don’t you? We want to know.”

  I shrugged. “The baby is healthy. That’s all that matters to me, Jer.”

  I had hit a significant milestone. I was officially headed into my second trimester. I had promised Jeremy if I made it this far we could tell people, starting with my family.

  “We should order lunch,” he shoved his phone in his pocket.

  “Don’t you have to get back to work?” I couldn’t remember the last time we had lunch together during the week. For two months Jeremy had spent so much time at the office, I had to take him dinner every once in a while or I’d never see him.

  “No. This was important. We saw our baby today. I want to spend time with you.”

  “For how long? An hour?”

  He held the door for me. “I deserve that, but you know how hard I’ve had to work to hold on to the last investors. I’ve kept it together so far.”

  We walked through the halls and onto the elevator.

  “I know. I wish you didn’t have to work so much. I miss you.”

  “It’s temporary. A few more weeks like this and then I can cut back the office hours. I’ll work from home more.”

  I smiled. He kissed me in the elevator. “You know what I really miss?”

  “What’s that?” He tilted my chin toward him.

  “Sex,” I groaned. “I miss how you used to fuck me.”

  His eyes opened. “You’ve been sick.”

  I shook my head. “I’m not sick anymore. All the morning sickness is gone.” I was horny as hell. This pregnancy had driven me into sexual overdrive. My husband hadn’t been around long enough to notice.

  He grinned. His mouth landed on mine. Our tongues twined and I wrapped my hands around his neck. If he’d take me in the elevator now, I’d let him. I wanted his cock inside me. I wanted to feel him. I wanted to come until my limbs were useless.

  The elevator dinged as we arrived softly on the first floor.

  “I think we’re supposed to walk out,” I explained.

  “Fuck. You think I can walk right now?”

  I laughed. “Then take me home.”

  There was something unreal about New York in the spring. It was even more unreal as Jeremy walked with me the few blocks to the apartment. We stopped every few steps to kiss. The kind where he pushed me against the wall. The kind where we could have torn each other’s clothes off on the sidewalk.

  We raced into the elevator in our building. Only this time, we started unfastening buttons as our mouths devoured
each other.

  Jeremy fought the keys in the penthouse door until he kicked it out of his way. The keys landed on the floor with a pile of clothes. I spun in his arms as he kissed my neck. He flicked the clasp on my bra and it slid off my shoulders. His arms circled to my breasts, holding them in his palms.

  “Ohh,” I moaned. My nipples were sensitive. He plucked them roughly as my hips began to jerk into him.

  One hand slid over my swollen belly and slipped inside my pants between my legs.

  “Fuck, Evie. You are wet. My sweet dirty girl,” he growled.

  I nodded, unashamed about how different my body was now. Of how eagerly it responded to his touch. I gasped when he separated my soft petals and began to stroke my clit. My knees buckled and I inhaled his fingers into my pussy as I sank onto his hand.

  “I’m not moving my hands,” he growled in my ear. “I’m going to keep fucking you with my fingers and twisting this tit until you come hard like this. I want you to take your pants off while I keep you happy.”

  My hands slid to my waist and I began to wiggle out of the jeans that I couldn’t button anymore. The more I wiggled, the deeper his fingers pumped.

  “Oh, Jer.” I was breathless. He was driving me wild. My juices coated his finger. I’d never been this wet in my life.

  “Do it,” he ordered. “And don’t you dare come yet. I think I’ve changed my mind. I have a surprise for you.”

  I nodded and tried a second time to control my core from bursting with an explosion. I was slow and deliberate as I pushed the denim off my hips. I threw my head back on his chest, gasping for a breath when I had completed the task.

  It had been so long since he had treated me this way. Since he had commanded my body. Since he had asked for my surrender. I needed this. I wanted to be his again.

  He plucked my tit and I cried out.

  “Shh,” he hushed me. “Does it feel good?”

  I nodded. “So good. I’ll do anything, Jer.”

  He groaned in agony. His lips left a blazing trail on my neck as he lowered to his knees. He cupped my ass roughly. He kissed one cheek and then the other.

  “Ohh,” I whimpered. I wanted so much more. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to penetrate me. He didn’t have to do much for me to feel the ultimate sensation from my rosebud. Just something. “I want it, Jer,” I begged. “Take it.”

  He growled. “Walk into the bedroom and get on the bed. On your knees, baby.”

  I didn’t know if I had the stability to make my legs work. I was so shaken with needy lust. My body quivered with it. This baby was making me a crazy sex goddess. But if I wanted mind-blowing sex with my husband, I had to find a way to make my legs work and walk the length of the damn hall.

  I took one step in front of the other and before I knew it, I crawled on top of the white comforter. The bed was littered with colorful pillows. I had slowly migrated more into our bedroom. Jeremy never complained as the collection grew.

  There were heavy footsteps behind me, but I knew better than to turn around. I seized when Jeremy’s hand slipped under my panties and cupped my heat.

  “Fuck, Evie,” he whispered massaging his fingers inside my pussy until they were coated in my slickness. “You are making this hard for me.”

  I turned over my shoulder. “That’s the point.”

  He yanked the wet panties to my thighs and left them there.

  He pressed a finger to my rosebud and I gasped. “Oh shit.” It felt so good. Like tiny erotic signals were being transferred to all my erogenous zones.

  I wiggled backward, wanting more. Wanting to be filled.

  “No.” He smacked my ass lightly. “It’s mine to take when I want to. Understood?”

  I nodded. My belly flipped at his words. I loved it when he took control in bed. “I want you, Jer. So badly.”

  “I’m going to tell you something.” He began to work the lace fabric further down my legs until I was exposed.

  I didn’t know how to keep my hips from dancing while he talked to me. My body was alive in an incredible way. I’d never felt this sensual. This vibrant as a woman.

  “I talked to Dr. Simons earlier when you were checking in.”

  I stopped instantly. “What?”

  He kissed my lower back. “I knew you wouldn’t want to be there for this particular conversation, so I decided I needed to ask her. It’s been on our minds. And we’ve wanted to. So I just asked.”

  “You asked her about sex back there?” I was almost horrified, but more curious what the answer was.

  His finger circled my forbidden zone and my eyes fluttered with ecstasy. Please let the answer be yes.

  “Oh yeah. I’m not the first husband to ask. Believe me. She wasn’t shocked.”

  “And?’ I was afraid it was going to be a disappointing answer.

  “She said it’s safe. You don’t have any risk factors. She said it’s perfectly healthy to try it with condoms,” he added. “We’re stocked up.”

  “Oh my God,” I moaned as his finger slid inside me. It was like fire burning inside my rosebud.

  “Too much?” he asked.

  “No.” I shook my head. “I’ve waited so long. I want to know what you feel like there.”

  “I know you have, baby. But I wanted the doctor’s approval. I needed to hear it. I couldn’t do it until then.”

  He opened his bedside drawer and I heard a foil packet rip open. Holy shit. This was happening.

  Jeremy climbed on the bed. His arms circled me as he kissed my neck and back. I leaned into his chest. My skin was hot. My breathing was erratic. My nipples were hard. He sat back on his heels, drawing me up with his palms.

  “Take it as hard as you want it,” he coaxed.

  I felt the tip of his cock pressed to my forbidden hole.

  His fingers twined between mine, dragging our hands to my pussy. He began to slide our fingers in and out of my swollen heat. I bounced lightly, finding his rhythm. My juices flowed freely.

  “That’s it. Keep fucking like this and take my cock.”

  “Oh, Jer,” I whimpered as I felt him pierce the tight ring of muscle. I clenched around him.

  “Relax,” he growled. “Let me in.”

  His fingers worked faster and I felt the frenzy building in my core. He worked over my clit as we fucked my pussy in unison. I gulped for air. The quick breath was enough to let his cock slide deeper. I arched my back, but that only sent him farther in my ass. I wasn’t ready for the intensity all at once.

  “Fuck you’re so tight, Evie,” he groaned.

  I held my breath. His teeth dragged across my ear.

  “You’re ready for this. Your body is so incredible. So sexy. My baby is inside you and I’ve never wanted to fuck you more. Fuck you everywhere. In this tight hole of yours. It’s mine now, isn’t it, Evie.”

  “Oh God, yes.”

  I moaned a long ragged exhale. His words did something to me. They always had. He knew just the right combination to push me to explore the next level. To try the next obstacle. To be an irresistible sex kitten. I could be dirty and beautiful. I could be naughty and the mother of his child. I could be experimental and a good girl. He saw me as all those things because I was his.

  I unraveled my hand from his and placed my palms on the bed. I was ready to let him call the shots. I was ready to offer myself to him. To give him myself purely. He wanted my virginity. It was his.

  “Fuck, yes,” he growled as he finally pushed inside me fully, hilting his cock until I felt his balls slap against my pussy.

  I’d never experienced anything so fulfilling. So complete as Jeremy inside me this way. The uncomfortableness was instantly replaced with raging desire to come harder than I ever had. We moved and thrust, calling each other’s names. We explored and gave. We connected and soared as the strokes became deeper and more meaningful. As if each time Jeremy fucked me, his was searing my body with the certainty that this was forever.

  Neither one of us expected the
explosions to happen as soon as they did, but we’d waited for this moment. We’d craved it and it was beautiful. I’d never felt so close to Jeremy as I did right now. Our bodies shook with a rapid release that soothed us until we were a sweaty heap on the bed.

  Jer kissed me. “How do you feel? Are you ok?”

  “That was amazing.” I ran my hand over his jaw. “It felt so good to be close to you like that. I’m glad you asked Dr. Simons.”

  He kissed my palm. “The green light from her was important for both of us. And now we know. Condoms are our friends.” He chuckled. “I’m sorry work has kept me away. I’m sorry we’ve only had sex twice this week.”

  “You were keeping track?”

  He huffed. “I’m a guy. I know how many times a week I get laid.”

  I twisted my lips together. “The morning sickness is gone, and what they say about the second trimester is true. I want sex all the time. In the morning. At night. Right now. All over again.”

  “Really? More?”

  I nodded. “That’s bad, isn’t it?”

  He pulled the hand away from my eyes. “I need to pay attention to my wife is what that tells me. Less work. More fucking.”

  “Please.” I wrapped my hands around his neck. “I want you inside me. I want to come again.”

  He reached down and peeled the condom off. “I love you pregnant, Evie Hartwell.” He grinned devilishly.

  “Are you going to love me when I’m nine months pregnant and I can’t see my toes?” I teased.

  “Of course.”

  “How am I going to be able to take a shower?” I pouted.

  “I’ll take care of that.” He waggled his eyebrows.

  “Every day?”

  “If I have to wash your gorgeous body every day, I can handle it.”

  I leaned forward, kissing him. “Let’s see how you feel about that in six months.”

  “The same way I feel about it now.”