Billionaire Boss's Unexpected Child

by Jessica Brooke

  She had that effect on me. I’d never needed Viagra, but I figured if one needed to get hard, staring at a naked and ready Selena would do the trick better and faster than any little blue pill ever would.

  But the crowning glory of her nakedness was the key around her neck. It looked amazing there, seemed to glow brightly between the mounds of her breasts, and it was what made the blood pound fast to my dick. She was everything I’d ever wanted in a woman, and she was mine. For now, and for as long as she’d have me, I was interested. I knew it was complicated, and I knew that we’d have to hide.

  I didn’t give a flying fuck.

  She was my tiger, and I was going to fuck her rotten every night, all night. I’d take her wherever she wanted and buy her whatever she needed. She was both my princess to spoil and my sex kitten to pound into.

  She was everything.

  I licked my lips and started crawling across the bed. The moonlight streamed in from the window and made her bright hazel eyes glitter almost gold. Once I was hovering over her, I leaned low and kissed her mouth, probing her deeply with my tongue. Before, I’d been dying to take Selena in her office. I’d needed to have her then and there. But she deserved more for her second time; deserved to be worshipped like the deity she was.

  That’s what I intended to do.

  Closing my eyes, I took in everything about her—the softness of her skin against my cheek, almost like silk, the sweet strawberry scent of the shampoo, the panting of her breath against my ear. She was so ready for me, just as I was for her. I kissed her chin and then adjusted the angle so I could gently scrape my teeth against her jawline. Just enough to let her know I had so much in store for her. My mouth arrived at her right earlobe. I traced that with my tongue and then pulled her earlobe into my mouth, teasing it between my blunt teeth.

  She moaned and bucked her hips in the air.

  But I wasn’t ready yet, not by a long shot.

  Moving back toward her body, I nibbled my way down her throat, then licked at her collarbone. She tasted both salty and sweet. My hands found the soft mounds of her breasts, and I kneaded them, even as I lapped at her skin. Arousal surged through me, making my cock strained to attention. As I dipped lower, my cock ground against her soft, warm belly, hints of precum dripping onto her skin there.

  I removed my hand from over her left tit. Then wrapped my mouth around it, teasing and tempting her nipple with fast flicks of my tongue as I ground into her hips. I wasn’t ready to enter her quite yet; I wanted her to beg for it. Still, I wanted her to anticipate everything, be so wet she was like a goddamn slip and slide again when I entered her.

  She moaned and pushed my head. “Please, more. I need more!”

  I went lower. My tongue trailed over the gold chain of her necklace. Mine damn it. She was mine. For an instant that pained even me.

  I lifted up my head and grinned at her. “Do you need it? How much do you need it?”

  “Don’t play with me.” Her hazel eyes glittered dangerously.

  “What happens if I do play with you?” I asked, trying to school my tone to be neutral, feigning the innocence we both knew I hadn’t had in decades.

  “I’ll never let you come when it’s your turn,” she said.

  I swallowed. “That’s quite the threat.”

  She bucked her hips again, and I rolled my eyes and groaned when her slickness slid against my cock. “I mean it, Mr. Duncan. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”

  “This could be a dangerous liaison.”

  “It definitely is,” she said, her smirk beautiful and probing.

  I pushed my body up higher on my palms and elbows. Then, angling my hips, I lined up my dick with her pussy’s slick heat. “God, Tiger, do you know how good you feel? How fucking goddamn amazing?”

  She nodded. “I think I have an idea ‘cause when you’re here, I feel like a superhero or something.”

  I kissed her lips before I started to move my hips again. “Don’t you mean goddess?”

  She blushed; the first bit of insecurity coming out tonight. “I don’t think I count for that.”

  I slid deeper inside of her, feeling my balls tighten up with anticipation of coming. Then I thrust again, slowly, undulating my hips with deliberate motion. I plunged deep into her wet, hot pussy, reveling in how amazingly ready she was for me. How we always seemed to fit with each other.

  Selena arched her back and thrust her hips up to meet me. She was as eager to fuck me as I was to shove deep into her. But not this time. I wanted to make her feel as good as she’d made me feel so far; wanted her to know how much I valued her. I slowed my pace, even if I didn’t want to. It was more important that I take the time and make her feel exactly as special as she was.

  “I can make this last all night, Tiger. Would you like that?” I asked, leaning close to her ear and whispering low. “I can fuck you till dawn, leave you on the threshold of orgasm, stretch it all out until you beg for more.”

  “I don’t need to beg.” She rolled her hips again, and I’d never had a tighter fit with a partner, never felt so fully enveloped and caressed by a woman’s inner muscles. “I can make you come all on my own.”

  “So confident for the new kid on the block. I love it,” I said before I kissed her mouth.

  As my hips rolled against hers, my cock plunged deep inside of her again, just as my tongue plumbed the hidden depths of her mouth, dancing for dominance with her own tongue, tasting the faint hint of chicken and spinach still in her mouth. I was feasting on her, and I fucking loved it.

  Then that little tiger dug her fingernails into my back, and I couldn’t resist any longer, couldn’t hold back. I fisted the silk sheets between my fists and pumped into her, my hips rising fast and furious like a piston. In turn, she arched her back and raised her hips to meet my intense motions. She and I rocked together, bodies crashing into each other, even as pleasure crested over me like a wave. It hit me soon after trying so long to hold out for her. My balls tightened, and I grunted as my cum shot out, filling her in the way that only I could. Her pussy spasmed around me, tightening and massaging my dick with such intensity that I thought I might blackout.

  Oh yes, my tiger was quite the natural.

  When I was spent, I slipped out of her and slid onto my side of the bed. Opening up my arms, I held them out wide so that she would crawl into them. Selena complied. I kissed her temple and then stroked her back, noting the drops of sweat on her skin. She was gasping for breath; her heart hammering as hard as mine.

  That was what happened between us when we were together, this combustion. Like two flammable liquids crashing into each other and then being subjected to an open flame.

  “You’ll stay the whole weekend?”

  She sighed. “I have a story I’m working on for my boss.”

  “I think I can get you an extension,” I joked.

  She glared at me, the playfulness drained from her expression. “Don’t even hint at that.”

  “What? I was serious. I can say something if you need more time.”

  “I can go back to my place tomorrow, grab my laptop and spend the rest of the weekend with you. I am not going to start taking favors now. I can’t let anyone think that I got my start by sleeping with my boss. We both know that’s not how this happened, but no one else knows that. If people figured it out, I’d be ruined, and I don’t want that to happen to me.”

  “But once you get it done tomorrow, you’ll be mine?”

  She chuckled. “You’re like a tornado, you know?”

  “I don’t follow.”

  “You’re someone I can’t help but be swept up in. I bet so many felt like that, even Mrs. Stewart.”

  I blanched. “I don’t want to bring her up here.”

  She chuckled. “Me neither, believe me. I’m just saying it’s impossible not to be caught up in you. That’s what’s nuts about everything. It’s impossible to resist you; impossible not to want to do everything you ask. I just hope… I dunno. It f
eels like we might regret this someday.”

  I picked up the thin thread of the gold chain and then palmed the key for a moment, letting the now-warm metal rest against my skin. “Trust me, Tiger. I will never regret this, not if I lived a million years, and you shouldn’t either.”

  She swallowed and looked up at me with wide, earnest eyes. “I’ll try.”

  Chapter Ten

  Selena

  I was vomiting again. It was only a few hours before I had to be out at Mrs. Stewart’s estate and go with Tammy to the huge party set up to celebrate her twenty-first birthday. For the last week, I’d been feeling pretty sick. Considering I hadn’t had my period in a while either, well, I was beginning to entertain the idea that something else was going on, something far more permanent and earth-shattering than the flu. I mean, I had been taking my birth control religiously, and it was supposed to be close to ninety-seven percent effective. Leave it to me to be that rare case where it didn’t work.

  Then yesterday I’d had cramps and vomiting so bad before work that I’d started Googling like crazy. It was then I came across something that made my blood turn to ice in my veins. I did take an anticonvulsant for my migraines; headaches that really hadn’t bothered me in months due to my Tegretol. Great. Except not so great because those types of drugs could completely make birth control null and void.

  God, Brandon and I don’t ever use condoms.

  And we’d had sex. A lot of sex.

  I’d slipped into the bathroom first, under the pretense of wanting to shower quickly so that Tammy could spend the bulk of the time getting ready herself. I’d dragged my hidden package in, shoved under my mound of a beach towel. Sitting down on the toilet, I slid the pregnancy test kit from the terry cloth. It felt heavy in my hands.

  Too heavy.

  Skimming the back of the box, I figured it wasn’t too complicated. I mean, come on, there were only a few steps: pee on stick, let it rest, check for blue plus sign in five minutes. I could do that. In fact, I would do that, and it wouldn’t take forever, so that was a relief.

  It would just feel like forever

  because I was freaking out.

  I was at the point of hoping I’d somehow contracted some bizarre parasite to explain the early morning sickness. Of course, I’d also gained about ten pounds. I’d blamed it on eating great food while out with Brandon and living on Frappuccinos to stay awake on the job, but in context, it could definitely be another sign I was with child.

  Like my mom had been too once.

  And with no one to help me.

  No, I could worry about if I’d fucked up once I knew for sure I was knocked up. I started to tear into the box when a loud knock sounded on the door. I had about five seconds to shove the box back under my towel as Tammy pounded harder.

  “Hey, can you open up?”

  Frowning, I did as she asked. “Yeah. Is something wrong?”

  “I heard you ralphing again.” Her brows furrowed in concern, and she put the back of her hand against my head. “I don’t feel a fever. We can always postpone the party until you feel better? I don’t want to go without my bestie.”

  I shook my head. “Didn’t your mom shell out tons for Taylor Swift to perform?”

  She put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “Selena, nothing matters if I go off and have a good time and just forget my best friend.”

  “You have tons of friends.”

  “They’re mostly people who like to hang out with me because of Daddy’s name or because my stepdad is loaded, too.”

  I snorted. “I get it. You’re pretty damn rich, Tam.”

  “Yes, but they’re not usually the kind of friends who stick with you; who want to help you. You’re the kind of friend who’ll stay up with me till four a.m. when I can’t figure out how not to suck at a term paper. That’s friendship. So, if you’re not feeling up to it, I don’t care what Taylor has to do. We’ll just have it on another day. It doesn’t matter to me. What does is that my best friend is by my side.”

  I swallowed hard, and the difficulty had nothing to do with the nausea roiling through my stomach. Now, because of Brandon, I lied to my best friend all the time. It was necessary to preserve everything, but I felt like an asshole. She gave me a place to live and understood during months where I was a little short on rent. She was the best friend I had on campus, especially since I hadn’t felt comfortable with my sorority post-Ashley. How had I repaid Tammy?

  By doing things with her dad that would make a porn star blush.

  Some friend I was.

  Sighing, I shook my head. “I just need a few minutes. I’ll get a quick shower, clean up, and I’ll be ready to go.”

  She bit her lower lip and studied me. “You sure?”

  “You’d have to chain me to the radiator to keep me from going, trust me.”

  Tammy laughed. “All right, but if I think you’re feeling shitty, I’ll still call the party earlier.”

  “Trust me. I won’t. This is the big day, and I will so not be ruining it.” I breathed a sigh of relief when she closed the door behind her. Standing, I made my way to the sink and turned on the water. The cool drops soothed my worries and the rising flush of my cheeks. Looking up in the mirror, I tried to ignore the reflection.

  Was it even possible to judge yourself?

  I mean it was, but I was scared to see some angry scowl reflected back at me. I knew what I’d done, what a fraud I was, and Tammy didn’t deserve that. I had to get ready, but later I’d find a quiet corner at the party—their estate in Connecticut had like nine bathrooms—and do my test. Whatever else happened, I had to call all of this off. I couldn’t hurt Tammy anymore, no matter how hot Brandon was.

  No matter how happy he made me.

  As much as I cared about him, it wasn’t worth losing the best friend I’d ever had.

  My family.

  I just had to say no.

  Chapter Eleven

  Brandon

  I knew something was wrong with Selena when I caught her by the main stairwell at Mel’s house. She was pale, quite a feat considering her olive-hued skin. She also looked like she was wavering on her feet. It didn’t mean she still wasn’t hot. She was in a short bright pink summer dress that made every curve pop and made my dick leap to attention. Still, there was something off about my tiger.

  I slid up to her and worked to play the correct role; the vaguely aware boss and father of her best friend. It was too crowded downstairs to do more than that. However, I could give her the hint of exactly which bedroom upstairs I knew would be the most secluded, and easiest one to be in and out of. I hadn’t been here often, but, begrudgingly, I’d shared a couple of Christmases over here for Tammy’s sake. As a result, I knew the lay of the land just well enough to make everything work.

  “Hello, Miss Cole,” I said. Keeping my distance from her was necessary, but it made me itchy. I wanted to reach out and stroke her hair, lean close enough to pinch the tight firmness of her ass. But I couldn’t. That was what disappearing discreetly was for. “How are you today? I can’t thank you enough for coming out to Tammy’s birthday party.”

  She narrowed her eyes for just a moment, apparently not amused at all about the reminder for why we were brought together. Tough. I wasn’t going to let a chance to see her go by without also fucking her rotten. We’d be fast, we’d be hidden, but we were damn well going to do it.

  “Mr. Duncan, you know I couldn’t leave Tammy to celebrate the big twenty-one on her own. Actually, I think she’s by the bar with the signature cocktail. Nice use of rum by the way, almost feel like I’m in some place tropical even in New York.”

  I winked and fell easily into the chitter-chatter. “It’s August and about a hundred degrees. I think it’s easier to think of this as the islands than any other time. However, I don’t think you need to rush off to see her.” I looked over my shoulder to make sure that nothing else was invading our space. “In fact, I think you can come with me upstairs.” I lowered my voice. �
��I know the perfect place.”

  She bit her lip as her eyes darted around her. “I’m not sure that’s the best idea.”

  “It won’t take long.”

  Selena smirked; some of her humor finally returning to her hazel eyes. “Then it’s definitely not a winning idea.”

  “Oh, don’t impugn me, Miss Cole,” I said. “Come upstairs. Hell, just come.”

  She cast daggers at me with her glance but followed me several steps behind up the stairs, then followed me through the twisting hallways to the bedroom farthest away from everything. Despite the pounding bass of the music, and the animated conversation below, when we slipped into the bedroom, it was quiet. So quiet that I could hear her breath, its ragged gasps confusing me since we hadn’t even started yet.

  I sat on the bed and waited for her to follow my motion. “Okay, what gives?”

  She pulled her purse closer to her and clutched it so tightly her knuckles went white. I wondered what she had in there. Maybe I didn’t want to know.

  “Everything’s fine.”

  “Then why do you seem jumpier than I’ve ever seen you. Selena, I can tell that something isn’t right. You’re halfway between looking like you want to set me on fire and looking like you might just pass out from dizziness. Are you okay?”

  She sighed, but her grip remained on her bag. “I’ve had the flu lately, that’s all.”

  “That’s good to know it’s nothing more serious. You look pale.”

  Her lower lip seemed to wobble for an instant before she spoke again. “Great, it’s always good to know that I look like shit.”

  I reached out my hand and stroked her hair back from her forehead. “I didn’t say that. I do think you seem off, and I don’t know why. I’m worried about you. Please, Tiger, let me know what’s going on.”

  Selena shook her head. “Like I said, just haven’t been able to keep food down much the last couple of days and feeling more woozy than normal. I’m fine.”