Billionaire's Secret Babies (An Alpha Billionaire Secret Baby Romance Love Story)

by Claire Adams

  That was more like it. I could get on board with a private investigator. “Thanks. I’ll buy you lunch.”

  I hung up with him and searched the video again. I found the staffer and paused the video on him. Something was off about the guy, but I couldn’t place it.

  I left it up and went to the bedroom door. I raised my hand to knock but decided against it. Why should I knock? This was my room and my wife on the other side of the door.

  I turned the knob and pushed the thing wide. “Mason’s on his way. I’m ordering lunch soon, if you’re so inclined.”

  She dropped her book to her chest and peered up at me with sleepy eyes. “Sure.”

  “So, you slept, grabbed a quick shower and a cup of coffee, and got back into bed to read? That’s a hell of a vacation.”

  “I was going to take a shower, but… I decided against it. I realized the beautiful tub was going to waste. Did you know it has jets?” She cocked her eyebrow but her mouth was still set in a tight line. “I was pruning before I got out. Then I called my friend, and now I’m passing the time.” I guessed she hadn’t wanted to be in the shower after our one together, and I supposed I couldn’t blame her.

  She’d been holed up in the room, passing time and avoiding me. “Haven’t you already read that book?”

  Her shoulder lifted casually and she turned another page. “Yeah, this is the third time. If I had known I’d be here this long, I’d have brought more than four.”

  “How about I look for another room? Something else might be available by now. Or maybe I could find us a nice townhouse or condominium to buy? When we booked this place, it was all there was.”

  “It’s fine. Stuck here, stuck there, it’s all the same. Besides, there’s no need to go through the trouble.” She glanced back down at the book and shook her head. “I can’t believe you offered to buy a house.”

  I guess it did seem rather absurd, but I was only trying to make things better. We’d been cooped up too long and had started to wear on each other’s nerves. She’d been angry with me since refusing her, and once Mason left, we needed to talk.

  “I’ll be out in a bit,” she said, as if it were a vow. Without further encouragement, I shut the door behind me.

  Minutes later, Mason arrived. The guy strolled in dressed for court, and I wondered if he ever left the suit behind. “Nice threads.”

  “So glad it meets your approval. I wasn’t sure what one wears to stare at a screen all day, but figured I may as well be ready to work in case we find anything.”

  “Right, cause being comfortable never crossed your mind.” Not a day in his life. He’d always been perfectly tailored to the point I had often questioned the guy’s sexuality, but then his lust for women snuffed that suspicion.

  “I am comfortable. Now, show me this suspect.” He crossed the room and lowered himself to the couch and leaned back as I stepped around the table to join him.

  “There he is. There’s something off about the guy. I can’t place it, but you can tell he’s staff. Look at that vest.” All the staff wore the same red vest and bowtie.

  “Look at the vest? I’m looking at the shoes; pants, too. Those aren’t standard issue. I used to work in a hotel years ago and the staff all had to wear the same clothes. I know for a fact that the standard dress there was black pants and shoes. His are jeans and those are some kind of work boots. Combat maybe?”

  “That’s it. That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out. He could have thrown on the rest hoping no one would have noticed.” We were on to something. Had to be.

  He leaned in to get a closer look. “Let’s call Detective Hatcher and see if this guy is already on their watch list.”

  It would have been good to celebrate, but I wasn’t sure this was our guy. Whoever was doing this had to be someone I knew. “I wish I could make out his face better, but I don’t think I know him.”

  Mason took out his phone. “Maybe you don’t. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know you.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Luna

  Mason had been around all night, and he and Gabriel were busy searching for theories in the other room. I’d long settled into bed when Gabriel opened the door. I turned over to face the wall and keep the light out of my eyes, and as suspected, he crossed the room and retreated into the bathroom.

  The sound of the shower put me in a foul mood, remembering his rejection. If only I’d made a move to show him I was ready. I’d not deliberately held back, but I guess my lack of experience had done me in.

  I’d imagined he was used to the kind of women who threw themselves at him, and the more I thought about it, maybe that’s what he thought he was marrying. I had let loose with the lap dance, and I wondered if it would take liquid courage to lose my virginity. No, that hadn’t worked so far. If anything, it made me look like a fool and led to misconceptions about my experience.

  He opened the door minutes later, and I glanced over my shoulder as he eased himself down on the bed. The light from the bathroom spilled into the room, and I could see that his expression was grim. “We need to talk.”

  “About?”

  His frustration sounded with a deep groan. “What happened between us.”

  “There’s nothing to talk about.” I pulled the covers up over my shoulder and expected him to leave.

  To my surprise, he turned down the covers and slipped between them. “Fine, then you can lay there and listen to what I have to say.” He paused, as if waiting for an argument.

  “First of all, I can tell you’re angry about what happened. You haven’t come out of this room since. Look, Luna, I was trying to do the right thing. You deserve better than someone who would try to take advantage even though your head wasn’t in it.”

  “Did it ever occur to you that I wasn’t out of my head and that perhaps I was hoping for a little guidance, seeing as I’d never done any of that before? And, you want to lay there acting like you’re protecting me, spouting off about what’s in my head. What about my heart? What about what my body craves, what it aches for every time you lay near me?” There, I’d said it, and his eyes flashed at the admittance and he closed the distance between us.

  “I wanted it, too. But you should be made love to the first time, by someone who deserves you.”

  I sat up and spun around to face him. “Cut the crap, Gabriel. What if I want to be fucked? Have you even considered that? What I might want?” I pushed at his chest. “Did you deny all of the other women in your bed because of what they deserved? I don’t think you ever have. I don’t want to be treated with kid gloves. I want to be taken like a woman who is wanted – like one who is desired.”

  He gripped my wrists and pulled me down closer above him. His eyes pegged me with a feral gleam. “Be careful what you ask for.” He pushed his hips into me, letting me feel his erection, and I yanked my arm free and snaked my hand down to feel it through his soft cotton pants.

  “Is that what you wanted? The other night when you wanted me to touch you? Like this?” His response came when his cock twitched in my grip, and I slipped my hand into his pants to stroke the hard length.

  He pulled a breath through his teeth and gripped my shoulders. Then in one quick motion, rolled me to my back and captured my mouth. His lips were welcomed against mine as they mingled, sucked, and pulled. He trailed his way down and stopped.

  “Undress for me.” He rolled up on his knees and watched as I slipped off my silk camisole. As my fingers tugged the strings of my panties, he licked his lips. Heat throbbed deep in my core, and the slow ache of my tender bud bloomed. I pulled the lace down and he took over the task once they were at my knees.

  I wanted his mouth on me. He rose up on his knees, stroking his erection as he came closer. Then he dipped down and disappeared between my thighs, his tongue penetrating my folds in long, lapping licks. The moan that ripped from my throat and through the room only encouraged him more, and he closed his mouth on my clit and sucked it hard, as if he longed to
hear that sound again.

  I was breaking apart, shattering like glass and melting into liquid all at once.

  He slipped a finger inside me and stroked me, coaxing me to release. I clenched tight and couldn’t control the delicious pulsing deep inside of me. It overtook me, rolling across in waves. My hips bucked greedily, wanting more, wanting any motion that would make the pleasure continue, no matter the damage.

  “That’s it,” he whispered, his warm breath licking my slit. “Come for me. I need you ready for it.”

  His mouth continued relentlessly until I exploded. I realized then that I’d been missing something in life – something big.

  It was only the beginning. He rose up on his knees, and I thought he was pulling away to stop again. Before I could protest, he kissed me, the taste of me still on his lips. My whole body tingled, and I wanted to give him the same feeling. I wondered if it were the same for him.

  I took his cock in my hand and whispered against his neck as he kissed his way below my ear. “I want to taste you, as well.”

  He met my eyes, his still fierce with passion. He sat back and stood his shaft straight up as he stroked it. I shifted to my knees, and he placed his hand around my neck and guided me to it.

  I licked his head, letting my tongue flick and tease his tip before closing my mouth around him. My hand worked his shaft as I lowered myself, taking in more of it, which spread my lips tight. I relaxed as he pushed and eased inside my throat, and as I neared his base, he hitched a breath.

  “Fuck yeah.” The words escaped his mouth like a prayer, and as I bobbed my head to work him, he pumped his hips against me, fucking my throat.

  He moaned and wove his fingers into my hair, his grip tugging me back. “I want inside you. Are you ready for me?” His palm cupped my pussy and slipped a finger inside, stroking me.

  “Yes.” The word croaked from me in a desperate sound and had him crossing the room to his wallet on the dresser. He hurried back to the bed, and I lay back as he lowered himself over me, his cock brushing against me as he sheathed himself and tossed the foil wrapper to the bedside table.

  “No holding back. That’s how you want it, right?” The words were intimidating, and I nodded in response as I took a deep breath to calm myself. I was worked up and anxious, craving more attention at my core.

  His hips moved forward slowly, and his head pressed against my slick opening. I spread around it and adjusted quickly to the penetration. But then as he inched deeper, his girth stretched me even wider around his thick base.

  I winced as he shattered my virginity, but luckily the slow burn eased as he stroked himself inside me, and soon enough we were moving in time together, the building pleasure taking away any sense of pain.

  He pulled back and thrusted hard, and his heavy sac slapped against my ass, creating another unexpectedly welcomed sensation that sent a moan from my throat.

  I liked it when he did that and loved that he hadn’t held back. I’d no doubt be sore after, but it was worth it. I drank him in as he lifted my legs over his shoulder and thrusted, the head of his cock retreating, but always returning where I wanted it.

  I shifted my legs down to grip his ass and pull him tighter against me.

  He lowered himself to my lips and kissed me like he was starved for more. He trailed his lips down and captured my nipple into his mouth and suckled, causing the pressure to build inside my core around his thrusts. He cupped my breast as his other hand twisted in my hair as he cradled my head.

  He was strong, yet gentle, and no matter the outcome, I’d have no regrets. I couldn’t imagine having this with anyone else, and not only because of the marriage.

  Gabriel was a good man. A strange pride welled up in my heart as he moaned and worked me eagerly. I had the feeling he was enjoying it as much as I was.

  Another hungry moan escaped, much deeper than my own, and he pulled out and quickly rolled me over. His arm snaked around my hips, and he hiked me up to my knees to ease his cock back inside my silky, wet folds. It didn’t take him long to work up another steady rhythm, and with each slap of his hips against my ass, I panted as a pinch deep inside me grew.

  Then he stood me up, bringing my back to his chest. “You feel amazing on me. You’re going to make me come so good, Luna.”

  My name from his lips as he buried inside me was what sent me over the edge, and I burst apart all over again as his slick sex worked me deeply.

  He held on to me and stayed buried as he turned around lowered himself to the bed. “Spin around.”

  I did as requested and spun around to straddle him. He caressed my breasts as I bounced, milking his cock with my body. His eyes lingered on mine, as if he could see through me. It felt like pure exposure. Some part of me loved it.

  He sat forward and pulled me down hard onto his cock, filling me up completely. As his cock jerked his release deep inside of me, he kissed me intensely, passionately.

  Soon our bodies stilled, and I collapsed against him. He held me as he stroked my hair and kissed my temple. I pulled back and captured his face in my hands. “That was so worth waiting for.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Gabriel

  The next day, with the reporters giving up hope of us providing statements, I’d asked Joe to come in for a visit. I knew he liked to stay to himself for the most part, but Luna and I needed a break from the monotony of the honeymoon suite.

  So after twenty minutes of gratuitous conversation, my old friend and bodyguard slipped a deck of cards from his pocket, and for the next hour, we sat around the coffee table playing poker. Luna had taken me for twenty bucks and beaten Joe out of thirty before I threw in the towel.

  “You’re a real shark,” said Joe, gathering the deck.

  “My dad and I play a lot of cards. He taught me everything I know.” The proud smile on her face was masked by the longing in her eyes, and I was sure it hadn’t been easy missing her father.

  “Remind me to never gamble with the good preacher,” said Joe.

  I wondered how he knew about her father, but remembered Luna telling me they’d talked when I sent her out on errands at work. Occasionally she’d use her own car, especially if I was out of the office, but she’s often had Joe to take her where she needed to go.

  I felt a tinge of jealousy for my old friend, who at forty, was only two years older. Considering his job as my personal bodyguard, he was also in much tighter shape. Not that I was slob, but Joe had more bulk.

  “Let’s play another.” Luna bounced in her seat and folded her cash. I hadn’t seen her so happy, and I had to wonder if it was the night before or Joe’s charm that her glowing.

  Joe wiped his brow. “How about Go Fish? I’d like to eat later.”

  She winked and placed her short stack on the table. “Lunch is on me.”

  He dealt their next hand as a chuckle rolled from his mouth. “My kind of woman.”

  Minutes later when Mason showed, the mood shifted. He came in with his usual whirlwind and dropped bombs in his wake. “I talked to the detective this morning. Seems he’s so busy, he nearly forgot about us.”

  Before I could say a word to respond, he lifted a finger and met my eyes. “That’s a good thing, by the way.” He lowered himself beside Joe and narrowed his eyes at the pair like he’d never seen anyone playing cards before.

  I leaned back and shifted to face Mason. “Did you find out more about the other woman?”

  He took out his phone and placed it on his knee. “Yes. Let me find my notes.” He swiped at the device and held it in his palm.

  “The detective sent this message. It says she’s a former worker for G2 Security who was assigned to your dispatch room.” He glanced up as I shook my head, but quickly found his place in the message again. “Her sister claims she’d bragged about having a relationship with her boss. She says it was you. So did a few others in her family and group of friends, who she told the same.”

  He pushed his phone towards me, which showed a photogra
ph of the woman in front of me. She was a pretty young woman with dark hair and brown eyes that almost looked black, the kind of eyes you wouldn’t forget, but for me still wasn’t ringing any bells.

  Luna leaned in and glanced over my shoulder. After a second, she gasped and snatched the phone for a better look. “I know her. She did work for you. She came in to the office several times a week to turn in reports. Sweet girl, but always seemed a little nervous.” She passed the phone back to Mason.

  “Nervous as in giddy, or nervous in a bad way?” Mason shrugged, glancing back and forth between us. “Maybe she had a crush on Gabriel?”

  “Wouldn’t be the first one,” said Joe. “I’ve had to run a few off a time or two.” He leaned over to get an eyeful of the image. “I’ve seen her watching. Seemed harmless, didn’t get too close.”

  Mason swiped the screen. “I’ll put a bug in the detective’s ear, but know this, Joe: he might want to talk to you.”

  Joe shrugged and straightened his collar. “Not a problem. I’m sure they know where to find me.”

  Joe was a good man, and I was confident I could depend on him to help my case. I glanced over to Mason, who was still skimming his phone. “What happened to her? The girl – Tammy was it?”

  Mason nodded. “She was strangled and dumped three blocks from G2 headquarters.”

  “So whoever did it thought she had a relationship with me and killed her. When that didn’t work, they came here to Vegas to do the job right. They had to have lured Cindy and Stacey here somehow.”

  “The killer could have used you or the event as an excuse to get them here,” said Joe.

  The man had a point. It was possible, but unlikely since Cindy would have said as much. Something didn’t sound right about the theory. “I’m not sure about that.”

  Mason didn’t seem convinced, either. “Apparently, neither are the police. I think it’s why you remain a free man.”