Triplet Babies for My Billionaire Boss (A Billionaire's Baby Romance)

by Lia Lee

  There was no gentleness in his hands as they clamped down over her hips. He was so strong he could pull her back towards him. She felt the hot length of his cock along her slit before his hand came up to guide it in. She whined with relief when he entered her fully, but he gave her no time to think of how good it felt. He set a punishing pace that took her breath away with every thrust. She was so overwhelmed with pleasure that it was all she could do to hang on to the sheets. Her body twisted and tightened underneath his, but that didn't satisfy him.

  "You think you're getting away with this, eh, pet? No, no you don't."

  She started to ask him what he meant, but he leaned forward so he could reach between her legs. He found her clit again in a matter of moments, and when he did, he was utterly without mercy. The pleasure that had been trembling through her before spiked sky high, and Natalie's eyes shut tight.

  She couldn't bear it. Of course, she couldn't bear it. It was too much, too much pleasure, too much sensation breaking down all over, turning her flesh to fire, her bones to sheer electricity.

  "Oh, oh Nathan, Nathan!"

  On his name, she shattered into a thousand pieces shimmering and each as hot as the sun. She felt as if she were breaking and that nothing would ever be the same afterwards, and her cries were so loud her throat ached with it. Her climax stretched out until she thought she might die of it, and even after her body relaxed in final surrender, she could feel Nathan still thrusting deep inside her.

  He moved like a man possessed, his hands all that were keeping her up. Over and over again, he plunged into her, drawing back only to press in again. He was desperate, growling words that barely made sense to her. All she could feel was his need, his power, and finally, he thrust into her one last time. The strength of his release was almost stunning to her, sending ripples of sweetness through her body again even as he clung to her, his forehead pressed against her shoulder.

  In that moment, everything felt shockingly clear. She needed this man in a way she could barely begin to understand, and whether he knew it or not, this proved that he needed her in the same way.

  It felt like they remained in that position, her clinging to the sheets, Nathan inside her, for an eternity, but finally, he pulled away. It struck Natalie that when he did so, it was with a reluctance that seemed almost heartbroken. He was gentle when he did it, with none of the roughness he had shown when they were making love.

  He laid her back on the bed with an aching care, and he turned on the bedside lamp, casting long shadows throughout the room. She thought he would come to rejoin her on the bed, but instead he stood beside her, looking down at her with a troubled expression.

  "Are you all right? Did I hurt you?"

  She blinked at him, because that was the last thing she had expected to come out of his mouth. "Hurt me? Of course not."

  "I was rough with you," he said, looking away. "God...I'm sorry, Natalie. No matter what happened between us, I should not have acted that way."

  She was still turning his words over in her head when he spoke again.

  "If you want me to leave tonight, I will. I swear, I'll give you the money you're due, and you'll never have to see me again."

  She realized with a start what he was saying, and the idea shocked her to the core. She shook her head. "No, no, Nathan, no. Please...come back to bed?"

  He looked at her warily, set she could see on refusing, but then, to her relief, he took the hand she offered and came to sit back on the bed with her.

  "That was...unexpected," she said. "But please. Don't think it was unwelcome."

  He stared at her as if he couldn't understand what she was saying. He opened his mouth to protest, but she placed her hand over his mouth.

  "Did you hear me fight? Did I tell you no?"

  "No," he admitted, and she closed her hand over his.

  "No, you didn't. I'm not going to lie, that wasn't expected, but it wasn't terrible, or a violation. It wasn't painful. It wasn't harmful."

  They sat in silence for a moment, and she found herself curled up against him again. He was remarkably warm, and she could smell her own skin on his, as if they were mingling together on a level she didn't understand.

  "I don't know if this is a good idea anymore, though," she said against his shoulder. What would have been so difficult standing up in the bright sunshine was easy snuggled up close to him now.

  "Because of what I did?"

  "No, because of what I feel. I believe you when you say she was a business acquaintance and that nothing happened between the two of you. I believe you now. Half an hour ago?"

  Natalie shivered, because she could still remember the wild grief that came from seeing Nathan with another woman. She had known he had slept with many women in his past, but she had been completely unprepared for the reality that he might sleep with someone while he was also sharing her bed, no matter how unromantic their reasons might be.

  "Half an hour ago, I felt crazy," she confessed. "I felt like my heart had been ripped out, as if you had stepped on it without even looking down."

  She didn't expect Nathan to wrap his arm over her shoulders. She probably didn't deserve it, but she snuggled up against him anyway. Here, she felt perfectly safe, perfectly serene. She wished she could keep this feeling forever.

  "You didn't deserve that. I'm... I try to be all tough, but whether I like it or not, feelings are growing, and I'm not sure I can control them, not even a little."

  "You have feelings for me," he said cautiously, and she nodded, not looking at him.

  "I do."

  "Can you tell me about these feelings?"

  She pushed back to look him in the eye. She knew her eyes were brimming with tears, but she didn’t care about that. She couldn't tell if he was needling to hurt her, or if he was genuinely so clueless he didn't know.

  "I think I love you," she whispered, hating herself for her weakness even as she understood how very true the statement was. "The whole time I was here, I couldn't stop thinking of you, and when I saw you with that other woman..."

  She tried to get out of the bed then, but Nathan's arms came around her again, this time dragging her back to sit on his lap.

  "Shh, shh, sweetheart, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I just had to know."

  "And now you do," she said bitterly. "Now you can see what an absolute mess I am, and how I ruined something you really wanted and I really wanted to give you, and..."

  She might have gone on, but then he tugged her head back and closed his mouth over hers. It was a kiss unlike any they had ever shared. It was deep and passionate, and though of course there were the licks of heat at the edges, this kiss wasn't about sex. It was about comfort and kindness, and with a kind of wonder, Natalie thought that it might be about love as well.

  "You didn't ruin anything," he said, finally breaking away. "These thoughts and feelings that you had...they're not so different from ones that I’ve had as well."

  "What does this mean?" she asked, both afraid of the answer and needing to hear it more than anything.

  "It means, I think, that you should spend the night here with me, and then we can talk about it more in the morning."

  Natalie woke the next morning wrapped in Nathan's arms, and before she was even awake, she smiled.

  Whatever happened next, she would always have this, and the warmth of the moment sunk into her like rain into parched earth.

  Chapter Seven

  They returned to London after a week in Kilderry, and Natalie was more heartbroken than she thought she would be to leave the cottage behind.

  "London has more to do, and you can't beat it for food or convenience, but Kilderry's special," she said the last morning. She spread some locally made blackberry jam onto a slice of soda bread and passed it to Nathan, who ate it happily.

  "It is. I'm glad you agree. London is splendid, but perhaps we could raise the child in Kilderry. The schools are good, but if they aren't, there's always tutors."

  She
slid him a curious look, but she didn't say anything. They had talked extensively after he had come to Kilderry, but at the end, all they knew was that they wanted to be with each other. He had not said he loved her, and she had not said it again, but it was becoming increasingly clearer that they needed to learn more about the fire that came up between them.

  Their future was still shrouded in mystery, but for now, the warmth that covered them was too beautiful to disrupt.

  A few days after they returned to London, Nathan had to work, but he left her with a card with a discreet address on it in a part of town she didn't recognize.

  "You have an appointment at ten," he said, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. "You should get going."

  "An appointment? What kind of appointment?" Natalie cried in surprise, but he only grinned at her.

  "You'll see."

  She dressed simply for the appointment, by turns curious and slightly afraid of what it could be about. She came to a small shop on a fashionable street, and when she entered, she was met with a kind-faced woman in a man's suit, a worn and tattered tape measure draped over her shoulders.

  "Oh very fine," the woman said with a crisp accent. "You must be Natalie Baker. Come on in."

  "Excuse me, are you making me a dress?" she asked in surprise, allowing herself to be ushered into one of the inner rooms.

  "As a matter of fact, I am making you a work of art," the woman said with a smile. "And in a hurry, no less. We have no time to waste, my dear, so come on, off with it."

  It should have felt embarrassing at the very least to be stripped to her underwear—plain peach today, thankfully—and stood up on a dais as Mrs. Beecher and her two assistants took every measurement possible, but it was oddly freeing. The designer was utterly professional, treating Natalie as if she were a hunk of marble or a block of wood, and her assistants followed suit. Natalie thought they would be finished with her when the measurements were taken, but Mrs. Beecher nodded her towards the overstuffed armchair in the corner, complete with some reading materials and a light snack on the small table nearby.

  Every few minutes, she was asked to stand up and model a mock-up or to have a piece of fabric draped over her or compared to her complexion, her eyes or her hair. It soon became clear that more than being a tailor, Mrs. Beecher was a visionary, and she was pleased to have a canvas like Natalie to work on.

  During a break, Natalie considered for a moment and then called Nathan.

  "This woman is mad," she said. "She held up eight different shades of green to my cheek before saying they were all perfectly rotten."

  "I think you look amazing in green, but she's the expert. I'll defer to her judgment."

  "What's going on, Nathan?" she asked, a little of her anxiety coming into her voice. "Why do I need a dress like this?"

  "It's a surprise. If you're really nervous, I'll tell you, but I think surprises are fun, myself."

  She started to insist that he tell her, but then she shook her head. "No. Surprise it is. I trust you."

  There was a pause, and for a moment, she felt as if she had revealed too much of herself. They weren't just people fulfilling a contract anymore, she knew that much, but the question of who they were to each other and what they meant, that was something a little bit different. She felt as if she had crossed some kind of line that she shouldn't have crossed. She started to speak again, to lighten the moment, but then Nathan laughed softly.

  “I'm so glad you do. Thank you. Unless Mrs. Beecher decides to keep you as a dress up doll, I'll see you tonight, all right?”

  The rest of the day passed in a blur. Around three in the afternoon, there was a call from Nathan's secretary Brooke, who firmly told Mrs. Beecher that she would have to make do with the measurements she had because Ms. Baker had an engagement. Mrs. Beecher was too restrained and dignified to swear, but she looked mightily put out even as Natalie apologized and left the shop.

  There was an actual limousine waiting for her outside, and she stared for a moment as the chauffeur held the door open for her.

  “Mr. Thomas took the liberty of having food ordered for you,” he said.

  “Oh, how kind,” Natalie said faintly.

  This was the kind of luxury that she had never really imagined before in her life. It was strange to recline in an elegant limousine, touching the butter soft, dove gray leather seats with a wondering finger as she picked at a tray of delicious appetizers. More than being delicious, it was arranged artfully, a fan of colors that made her smile. This detail was not lost on Natalie.

  I feel as if I was starved for beauty before I met Nathan, she thought. Now I'm being drowned in it.

  The next stop turned out to be an elegant shop that was just as discreet. She was escorted up the stairs by a smiling young woman and set in a salon chair that seemed to be upholstered in delicate, soft chamois. Two older women in severe black conversed over her head while a younger one readied a small tub of hot water and a number of esoteric tools that Natalie wasn't even sure she recognized.

  “Don't worry, miss,” the young lady said with a wink. “We'll take good care of you.”

  The next two hours were another revelation for Natalie. She had thought she was decadent when she threw a lipstick or a nail polish in with her groceries. These women had made a career out of beauty, and from her head to her feet, she was being inducted into it.

  It was a little like stretching out on a salon chair for a hurricane to pass over her, and though she flinched when they plucked what felt like her whole face, the light massages for her feet and hands made her sigh.

  “You really don't have to do that,” she protested when one of the women filled the foot bath, but she was met with a withering look.

  “Beauty is work,” the woman said sternly. “This is our work.”

  The words echoed in Natalie's mind, and it occurred to her that this was what women like Leilani al-Rami did every few days, if not every day. They spent money and time to make sure they looked good, for themselves, for the waiting cameras and for their men.

  She was too distracted to do much more than glimpse at her reflection in the mirror, but she made sure to thank the women on her way out. They looked pleased at least, so that likely meant she didn't look terrible. Natalie half-expected another call from Brooke to tell her that she had one more appointment, but to her relief, she was allowed to return to the townhouse. It was almost six by this point, and there was a box wrapped in gold foil waiting for her.

  She bit her lip for a moment, but then giving in to curiosity, she took the box up to her bedroom, the one she hadn't slept in since they had returned to Kilderry. When she drew out the dress, her breath caught in her throat.

  Apparently, Mrs. Beecher had found a green that she could tolerate after all. There was something slightly vintage about the dress, for all that it had been sewn up just a few hours ago. Underneath was a sheath of dull green silk, and overlaying that was a layer of gorgeous transparent lace. It was a beautiful piece of art, beaded here and there with sparkling crystals, and Natalie knew instinctively it might cost as much as three months’ rent at her old apartment, likely more.

  God, I'm not sure I can do this, she thought. It was too decadent, too much.

  She was almost ready to put the dress aside so she didn't have to deal with it, but she found that her fingers didn't want to leave it. She brushed her fingertips over the soft lace, the smooth silk, and finally, she couldn't resist.

  It was simple enough to pull on, even avoiding her fashionably styled hair and the makeup she was just beginning to be able to ignore. The dress settled around her with a dignified weight that startled her, and after tugging up the nearly invisible zipper that ran along the side, she turned to gaze at herself in the mirror.

  The woman who stared back at her was gorgeous, taking her breath away. Her slight curves, which she had always thought made her look boyish and plain, were smoothed and emphasized by the fall of the dress. There was something almost Grecian about it, and
the woman who looked back at her stood with a kind of pride and dignity that Natalie had never thought she would have herself.

  When she added the shoes, green silk and embroidered with beads, she looked every inch the lady.

  So why didn't it make her happy?

  She only had a moment to think about it, and then she heard Nathan's familiar step downstairs. She wondered when she had learned to recognize it, and she hurried down the stairs.

  Nathan coming home from work usually had a jacket slung over his shoulder, his shirt unbuttoned at the throat and his sleeves rolled up. Some part of Natalie loved seeing him like that, because it meant he was away from work, and he was, in a strange way, utterly hers. But tonight when she came around the bend in the staircase, the sight of her lover stopped her short on the staircase, her lips slightly parted.

  She had seen pictures of Nathan in a tuxedo before, of course, but they were pictures. Nothing compared with the reality of the man himself. The stark black tuxedo was cut for his broad shoulders and slim hips, and the power and masculine beauty of it all took Natalie's breath away even as a part of her thought that she did not recognize him at all.

  “Well,” Nathan said huskily. “That's beautiful.”

  Suddenly she wanted to cover herself with her hands, perhaps even flee back up the stairs, but that would have been ridiculous. Instead, she took a steadying breath and walked down the stairs as he gestured for her.

  “God, but you are lovely,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “But not quite complete yet, I think. You need jewels.”

  She thought of the jewelry she had with her, a simple, wooden bead necklace that she had bought on a whim, a sterling silver little ring. It would look like junk on an outfit like this, and she touched her throat self-consciously.

  She started to say something, but Nathan was offering her a velvet box, a slight smile on his face.

  “Here. I picked this out after a quick conversation with the jeweler and Mrs. Beecher. It took some doing, but they both decided that this would suit.”

  Holding her breath, Natalie opened the box, and when she saw what was inside, she gasped.