Pregnant By My Boss: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance Compilation

by Cassandra Dee

  And for the first time in my life, I feel complete. Because Trent’s right. Our first night together was unexpectedly amazing, and we were both hooked from that moment on. We spent over a year trying to find each other, stumbling into countless obstacles and roadblocks. But true love can’t be thwarted and the proof of that love was with us now – our son together. So with another rush of feeling, I threw myself into the billionaire’s arms, raining him with kisses.

  “Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, I’m yours.”

  And my boss seized my lips, imbuing the kiss with passion, need, and desire, as well as promises that would bloom in the future.

  “Forever,” he murmured roughly. “With you.”

  And I smiled because forever is something I can handle, so long as I have Trent Moore at my side.

  THE END

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  The Boy Next Door

  ~A Second Chance Secret Baby Romance~

  © 2018

  By Jade Evans

  ABOUT THIS BOOK

  The Boy Next Door: A Second Chance Secret Baby Romance

  Jax and I were high school sweethearts. Desperately in love until my dad forced him out of town because he was poor.

  But now Jax is back. He’s rich. Powerful. And angry as hell.

  He wants to see me. But can I reveal my deepest secret?

  Because I had his baby while he was gone.

  Cory looks just like his father. The same blue eyes and black hair. He’s my heart. My true love. My sweet boy.

  So I can’t lose my son to Jax.

  Not after everything I’ve been through.

  But will the alpha male forgive me for what I’ve done?

  Can he forgive and forget?

  Or will we be torn apart forever this time?

  Chapter One

  Jenna

  Seven years ago …

  I wait for my parents to fall asleep before running out of the house and hopping into my boyfriend’s blue Chevy pickup truck.

  Jax Morrison and I began dating the summer before our senior year, and we’ve been attached at the hip ever since. He isn’t like most of the boys I know in our small town.

  At eighteen, Jax already has the build of a man—broad shoulders, muscular arms, and rough hands. He works at a lumber yard after school and on weekends. Now that high school is over, it feels like our real life together can finally begin.

  Jax parks the truck in the empty lot behind our high school. I love summertime in Tennessee. All of our friends get together on Fridays and chug beer in the back of their pickup trucks. Or we lie on a pontoon at the lake—tanning, flirting, and having a blast.

  That’s all ending soon, though. Most of our friends are going away to college, but my parents want me to stay local. Since Jax isn’t going to college, I didn’t fight my parents about going away to school. As much as I want to leave our small town of Bourne, population 500, I want to be near Jax more.

  I can see the stars twinkle in the midnight sky from inside the truck. It’s as if they appear only for us.

  “It’s a beautiful night,” I comment.

  Jax grabs the plaid blanket from the cab of the truck and steps out. He peeks his head down at me.

  “You’re beautiful.”

  Magical tingles run up and down my limbs. The lights from the football field are bright enough for me to see the deep blue of his eyes. He always says things like that. I hop out of the truck and meet Jax around the back. He unlatches the tailgate and spreads the blanket down on the truck bed.

  Jax jumps onto the truck with ease, showing off his athleticism. He reaches for my hand and pulls me up. I’m not quite as agile as he is because I’ve always been a bigger girl. No matter how many diets my parents put me on, I stay the same. I’m sure it doesn’t help that I have a secret stash of food in my room since their idea of dieting is to starve me.

  It also doesn’t help that Jax always insists I eat something other than a salad. Not that I ever complain. Jax never encourages me to lose weight.

  “Sorry,” I say self-consciously as I step onto the truck.

  I look down at my flip-flops and fidget with my hands.

  “For what?” He looks at me, confused.

  “I probably threw your back out.”

  He huffs out a frustrated breath and places his hands on my hips.

  “Did your dad pick on you today?”

  He knows I always feel down about myself when my father makes a comment about my weight. I stare down at the space between us and shrug my shoulders. Jax picks up my chin so that I’m looking into those eyes I love so much.

  “Please don’t ever change a thing,” he growls, placing his hand up my skirt and slapping my ass, causing it to jiggle.

  I squeal in surprise. He pulls me closer and kisses me—slowly and lovingly. I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my head into his chest. He runs his fingers through my brown curls.

  “We’re going to get out of this town, Jen. Just you and me.”

  “Promise?” I ask, looking up at him.

  He flashes that cool smile of his.

  “Promise. I know that I have nothing to offer you right now…”

  “I don’t care about money—”

  “I want to take care of you and give you the life you deserve. I don’t want you depending on your father’s money.”

  “I want you to have the life you deserve, too, Jax. Don’t let anyone tell you that you’re no good.”

  Jax grips my hips in his hands and kisses me again. This time, the kiss has more need in it.

  While I am self-conscious about my weight, Jax’s insecurity lies in his social and financial status. His family is dirt poor. To make matters worse, his family doesn’t go to church and is certainly not what you would call Christian-friendly. In our small Southern town, that’s a big problem.

  As we continue to make out, Jax’s hand reaches under my dress again. He squeezes my ass gently before moving his hand lower. His fingertips trace the line of my panty-covered crack to my lips. I jump at the contact.

  “I need you,” he rumbles urgently.

  Jax bites my bottom lip as his fingers lightly massage me. I can’t speak. The contact is barely there, and I want more. I hold onto the collar of his button-down plaid shirt and dip my head back. He devours my neck, tonguing my sensitive skin as my legs tremble.

  I knew tonight would be the right time. We’re both eighteen and out of high school. I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with Jax Morrison. I want nothing more than to give myself to him completely because resisting him is no longer an option. I’ve fantasized about being with this man since the day we met.

  But since I was raised in a conservative family, I’d initially felt dirty for my impure thoughts. Jax didn’t understand my hesitation, since his family is the exact opposite of mine. Still, he has been patient and respectful, but he never fails to tell me how badly he desires me. My panties are always soaked after a date with him, even though he has barely touched me. I’m eager and nervous to feel him inside me … and tonight’s the night.

  Chapter Two

  Jax

  I’ve wanted Jenna Jones since the first moment I laid eyes on her and those sexy curves. She’s self-conscious about them, but they drive me fucking crazy.

  My friends told me not to waste my time on her. They told me she was a prude. They warned me her father is Martin Jones—a well-known and respected congressman in Bourne, Tennessee. All of that translated to Martin being rich, full of shit, and used to everyone kissing his ass. From the second Jenna introduced me to her parents, I knew they didn’t approve. They don’t matter to me, though. She’s
all that matters.

  Besides, Jenna isn’t like her family. She doesn’t fit into their perfect, little, white bread culture. They’re stiff, refined, and judgmental, whereas Jenna is soft, casual, and compassionate.

  There were a couple of other girls before Jenna, but that was only sex. With Jenna, there’s magnetism—it’s love. I’ve been patient with her—especially knowing that she’s a virgin and about her upbringing. But it isn’t easy to control myself around her. I walk around with a constant hard-on for her. Being a big guy, it isn’t easy to conceal.

  We’re driving to the high school right now. It’ll be deserted this late at night, which is all the better for what I want to do to my woman. On the ride over to the high school, I can’t help but stare at her. Her curly, brown hair blows in the wind, and her pouty lips sing along to Dierks Bentley. The dress strap on her left shoulder falls down without her realizing it, revealing the top of her pale pink bra to me. Her large breast spills out of the top a little. I have to look away, not wanting to get into an accident over such a fantastic distraction.

  We get to the school, and I set up a blanket in the back of my truck. We start making out as we stand on the truck bed. Jenna trembles in my arms as I touch her through her panties. She spreads her legs automatically when I kiss her neck.

  I suck the spot where her neck and shoulder meet. A loud moan escapes her lips as her panties dampen. My cock throbs. I want to come— just feeling her juices against the fabric makes me harder. I can’t hold back any longer. I can tell by her body’s reaction that she’s ripe and ready. She needs me to fill her up.

  The strap on her dress falls down again. I yank the material down her chest and torso, taking Jenna by surprise. Her wide hips hold the dress on her body. I stare at her bra-clad breasts for a moment before squeezing them roughly. The delicate pink bow in the middle of the bra reminds me of her innocence. My cock twitches with need. My jeans are too tight to encase an erection this massive.

  “Touch me, Jen.”

  I grab her hand and pull it to the front of my jeans. She runs her palm over the huge bulge. Her beautiful brown eyes are wide with need, hunger, and just a tiny bit of fear.

  “Take it out, sweetheart.”

  I’m practically begging. I restrain myself from humping the shit out of her without warning. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back, though. An aggressive lust is in effect whenever she’s around.

  Jenna swallows as I undo the button on my jeans. She gets down on her knees. Looking down, I can see her milky breasts heaving against the bra. She pulls down the zipper, and I tug my jeans off. She stares at my hard-on that’s barely covered by the gray boxer briefs.

  “It’s huge,” she gulps. “A-am I gonna be okay? Will this work?”

  I smirk arrogantly.

  “It’ll make you feel good, sweetheart,” I promise. “And yes, it’ll fit. This is your first time, but you’ll stretch down there. Don’t worry.”

  She gulps, places her hands on my waistband, and pulls the briefs down. My dick taps her on the chin. She giggles a bit.

  “Nice to meet you, too.”

  She takes my shaft in her hand without any prompting. Her soft touch makes my cock jump. I brace myself, grabbing onto the side of the truck as she starts to stroke me. Her touch is tentative at first, but her grip gets tighter and bolder. I throw my head back and moan, feeling like a wild animal baying at the moon. Suddenly, something wet flicks the tip. My eyes fly open, and I look down.

  My innocent girlfriend is licking my cock. My breath grows shaky. My knuckles turn white from clenching the side of the truck. I’m about to come, but I don’t want to…yet. I want to be balls deep in Jenna for my first orgasm with her.

  Reluctantly, I gently push her away from my dick.

  “Did I do something wrong?” she mewls innocently.

  “No, baby. You’re doing everything right. But I want tonight to be about us, not just about me.”

  Jenna smiles as she looks up at me from her spot on her knees. Her angelic face mixed with her devilish body has me reeling.

  “Take off your bra,” I say, unbuttoning my shirt.

  Her eyes never leave mine as she reaches around her back. She undoes the clasp and lets the bra fall away from her body. It’s my turn to swallow. Two perfectly plump globes come into view; I want to devour them.

  I get down on my knees, and as I pull Jenna to my chest, her tits mash against my chest. Her pink nipples are long, hard, and thick. I can feel them drag across my chest as I kiss her roughly. I suck on her tongue and grab her right breast. I lean down and take as much of her flesh into my mouth as possible.

  I circle her nipple with my tongue twice and then bite down gently. Jenna yelps in either pleasure or pain—maybe both. I swirl my tongue around the peak to soothe her. Her skin is sweet, like the Southern peach that she is.

  I apply the same tongue treatment to the left breast. This time, I bite down harder. Jenna whimpers and wraps her arms round my neck. She tugs my thick hair gently. I bite down on her nipple again, and she pulls my hair harder. I growl and tug her dress past her voluptuous hips and ass.

  Jenna squeaks in surprise at my determination and insistence. This is my woman. My property.

  “Lie down,” I command.

  She does as I ask. I continue pulling the dress off of her, and then I spread her legs apart. She squeals as I push them as far apart as they can go. I kiss her inner thigh and bite down on the meaty flesh.

  “Jax,” she groans, trying to close her legs around my head.

  I firmly hold them open and place light kisses around the hickey I left on her thigh. I let go of one leg but keep ahold of the other, and with my free hand, I rip her panties at the hip. I pull the cotton material away to reveal Jenna’s pristine virgin pussy. Oh shit. It’s so beautiful—all wet and pink and luscious. I get my face level with it to where I can smell her sweet arousal.

  Dark brown curls sit above her slit on her otherwise hairless mound. She’d groomed for me. That thought makes me snap. I dive in and immediately take her hard clit in my mouth. I suck on it as if I’m devouring the sweetest candy.

  Jenna thrashes around so much that I have to hold her down. I take a breather to look at her delicious tits spread out, practically choking her as she lies there. The gorgeous twins block my view of her face.

  Jenna whines in disappointment when I stop licking her. Just as she’s about to sit up, I slowly ease two fingers into her opening. There is some resistance, but I continue pushing, even as Jenna winces a bit in pain.

  “It’ll be okay,” I promise before immediately licking her clit again.

  My thick, long fingers slide further in, and I change my pace. Soft and slow. Her cries of discomfort turn into moans. I gradually move my fingers inside her until I am knuckle deep. I curl my fingers as I simultaneously bite down on her clit. She bellows her approval. Her orgasm covers my fingers in cream.

  “Oh God, Jax,” Jenna breathes, her chest heaving.

  I lie on top of her, my dick resting between her spread legs. It pulses on contact. She twitches, feeling it throbbing against her. I kiss all over her tits, wanting to taste every inch of them.

  “I wish my mouth was bigger.”

  My voice is husky when I break from her nipple. She chuckles, still breathless, and arches her back, pushing her breasts into my mouth as if she is trying to help my mission. I move further up her body and kiss her neck, making her moans begin again. I kiss her mouth as I rub my dick over her pussy lips, making sure her juices coat the tip before I ease it in. Jenna groans, sticking her knuckle into her mouth and biting down. I grunt, trying to get more of my cock inside that tight hole.

  “It’s not going to fit,” she whispers, clenching her eyes shut.

  “It will,” I kiss away her falling tears. “You want me to stop?”

  The question is out of consideration for her because I don’t think I can stop. Her pristine pussy is so fucking fantastic that I want to tear through
it, but the love I feel for her halts my movement.

  Jenna shakes her head from side to side.

  “Just do it,” she answers, moving her petite hands to my shoulders.

  I know it’ll be easier if I rip the band-aid off in one go. Without warning, I shove the full length of my shaft into her. Jenna’s eyes pop open, and her nails dig into my shoulders. She screams so loudly that I think the entire town might hear her.

  I keep completely still, waiting for her to adjust to the girth and length of me. Her eyes are still wide, but her screams are practically silent now. Jenna’s delectable mouth still hangs open. Her hands move down my back, her nails clawing at my skin. It turns me on even more. I suck on her bottom lip as I pull out a few inches and ease my cock back into her. After a few slow and shallow strokes, I pull all the way out, my dick dripping with fluids. Jenna whimpers helplessly. She raises her hips, trying to connect her sweet pussy with me again. I slide my dick back into her, my balls slapping her juicy ass.

  Jenna screams—this time in pleasure—and follows it with a long groan as her eyes roll to the back of her head. She runs her fingers through my wavy, black hair and pulls me to her tit. I gladly suck on it as she moans loudly.

  “I’m coming, Jax. I’m coming,” she cries, smothering me into her chest.

  I can’t hold back when I hear those words. I begin jackhammering into her as she rides out her orgasm. The entire truck is shaking like a bouncy castle filled with air. Jenna’s head clunks against the hard surface beneath her, but she doesn’t even seem to care.

  “Oh my God,” she chokes out.

  Her face is beet red, and her whole body goes rigid. For a second, I think she stops breathing, but then she’s screaming my name loudly. I realize she is coming again, and with a long, guttural moan, her body goes limp. Her eyes close, and a smile splays her lips. I keep up my pace, eliciting soft moans from her as my grunts become animalistic.