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

by Cassandra Dee

  “Oh there goes Gray!” sang Rhonda, waving a hand in the air. “I’ve never seen him act like this, you’re the perfect match for him,” she added with a confidential air. “With his past girlfriends, he never even smiled. I don’t know why he dated them,” she said with a mock frown my way. “But are you ready for your wedding brunch now? Because we need to celebrate!”

  I snorted under my breath. Of course my old girlfriends didn’t make me smile. That’s because they weren’t much more than fuckbuddies, warm bodies that had a mouth and two convenient holes down below. They made my dick spurt and that’s all I needed.

  But with Kitty it’s different. Kitty’s a whole new ballgame, there’s so much more than that to this chickadee. There was the smile that made me hard, the sweet intelligence, and of course that round body. Those generous curves belong to me now and I was salivating, just thinking what I’d do to her later.

  But every woman deserves a wedding celebration, so the three of us went upstairs to a private dining room, and dug into a five-course brunch, complete with endless champagne.

  “Mmm,” murmured Kitty, savoring a tall stack of pancakes generously doused in syrup.

  I looked on approvingly.

  “Baby that’s all yours,” I growled under my breath. “And if you need more, we can always ask the staff for seconds. Or thirds.”

  Kitty grew red, going still.

  “I don’t want to seem like a pig, but this is just so delicious,” she murmured. “The pancakes are fluffy and buttery, yet light and crisp too. But no bride should eat this much,” she added ruefully, looking down at her stomach. “I’ll explode from this dress.”

  I, too, looked down and the sight made me hard. Because Kitty’s tummy was exactly right. It pooched out beneath the white lace with a curve of its own and my thoughts immediately got dirty. What would it feel like to rub my dick against that swell, to fuck into her belly button before burying myself between her legs? What would it feel like to fill her up with jism until that stomach grew huge and round, bursting with my child? Oh hell yeah, I wanted it, this brunch couldn’t end sooner.

  But unfortunately, my mom was here, and Rhonda had to have her say.

  “It’s great that you eat,” she clucked, plucking daintily at a berry on her eggs. “Gray’s old girlfriends never ate.”

  I groaned under my breath. Why was Rhonda bringing up my exes? It was so fucking annoying, the past was the past, couldn’t she keep her trap shut?

  But Kitty gasped, looking at Rhonda with wide eyes.

  “They didn’t eat?” she asked. “But how did they survive?”

  “Who knows?” shrugged Rhonda, cutting up some ham. “Those girls all had eating disorders, it was so unfortunate. There was that one who always excused herself in the middle of a meal. What was her name again? Rose? Sunflower?”

  “Violet,” I grunted. The sooner my mom stopped the better, because this was about to get gory. But Rhonda was on a roll, and it’s impossible to stop her when she wants to talk.

  “Right, Violet,” she cooed. “That poor thing always got up in the middle of a meal to throw up. We’d hear her inside the bathroom hacking and coughing, vomiting up a storm, with the inevitable three flushes afterwards. So much comes up, you know,” she confided to Kitty. “It’s far more than you realize.”

  Kitty gasped.

  “I’ve never thrown up in my life,” she admitted. “Not since I was a kid at least.”

  “Exactly,” said my mom triumphantly. “Why throw up unless you have stomach flu? It’s a waste of good food. But the story gets worse,” she said in a dramatic manner.

  Kitty stared, the tension in the air palpable.

  “What? How could this be worse? I’d imagine the vomiting sounds during each meal would be bad enough.”

  “Oh it was terrible!” exclaimed Rhonda, waving a hand in the air. “Absolutely terrible. But you know, honey, sometimes these girls can’t get to a toilet in time, and yet they still throw up,” she said.

  “But where?” asked Kitty. “Where do they go?”

  “Oh just into a broom closet, a linen closet, any private space they can find. And so Violet did that sometimes. She always had plastic bags on her and would do her upchucking in a spare room. But the thing is she left her bags there. She figured housekeeping would come and pick it up, but sometimes we got there before housekeeping did.”

  “Oh my god!” gasped Kitty, a hand covering her mouth. “You guys would stumble upon bags of vomit all through your house?”

  Rhonda nodded.

  “Absolutely,” she said with a regretful smile. “It was disgusting and it smelled disgusting too. Because you know bulimics have stomach problems,” she said in a low whisper. “Their digestive systems are wrecked after years of this stuff.”

  Here, I had to step in.

  “Mom, stop,” I growled. “Stop talking about my exes, it’s our wedding brunch for crying out loud. Stop this shit,” I commanded.

  Rhonda nodded, brushing it off.

  “Oh I know,” she said airily. “I just wanted your new wife to know that she’s a dramatic improvement over the others. As long as you don’t go leaving bags of vomit around my house,” she threw at Kitty teasingly.

  My wife smiled then.

  “Oh don’t worry I won’t,” the brunette reassured Rhonda. But then her expression went serious. “But I do feel for those girls. It’s so terrible, they have real mental illnesses that are very serious. I hope they were able to get professional help.”

  I looked at my new wife hard. Was she fucking serious? But the big brown eyes were grave, and emotion welled up from deep inside, chest going tight.

  Because Kitty is a sweet girl who’d give you the clothes off her back, and that was happening right here, right now. She should have hated these women on sight, should have cackled merrily at their misfortune. But instead, Kitty just wanted the best for them. She understood that these were females whose minds were so fucked up that they couldn’t even put food in their gut. I was amazed and stared at the female appreciatively, hardly believing she was mine now. What did I do to deserve this?

  “Gray? Gray, Gray, you alright?” clucked my mom. “Earth to Gray.”

  I snapped back into focus, tearing my eyes from Kitty’s heavenly body.

  “Sorry, just got distracted for a sec,” I grunted, turning back to my eggs. “Sorry, you were saying?”

  But Rhonda smiled then.

  “Oh I shouldn’t be here,” she cooed. “You were distracted by your beautiful bride, of course. This should be a romantic brunch for two, and instead I’m here, spoiling the moment.”

  “Oh no!” Kitty exclaimed immediately. “That’s not it at all! We love having you with us, don’t we Gray?” she looked at me meaningfully.

  I grunted. I’ve known my mom my whole life, and Rhonda’s got a way of getting her way with everyone. Unfortunately, my new wife wasn’t exempt.

  “Right, we love having you,” I muttered under my breath.

  And that was exactly what Rhonda wanted to hear. Because she smiled sweetly and dropped the bomb then.

  “Oh good, because I hope you have dozens of children. You know, I always wanted you to have a sibling, Grayson, but it just wasn’t in the cards. I was forty when you were born, and it was already too late. But now, with this lovely young lady as your wife, you can have a basketball team and grandmamma will come around every day to see the children. You know how I love babies, Gray.”

  My brows lowered. That’s true. Despite being a full-time businesswoman, my mom has always fawned over infants, the cooing giggles and chubby hands. Shit, even antics and pranks couldn’t turn her off, she loves little tykes.

  But that’s the thing. Kitty and I were supposed to be getting divorced, not starting a family. So my new wife raised confused eyes to me, unsure what to say, lips trembling. I leapt in smoothly, unperturbed.

  “We’re not having kids just yet,” I ground out. “Kitty’s eighteen and in school still, sh
e wants to finish her degree.”

  The words were probably a fucking lie because truth is, we’d never even talked about it. Did she want to finish school? Did she want to continue working at the Milano? I had no fucking clue, I was so busy pounding that sweet pussy, letting her vaginal walls milk my dick non-stop.

  Besides, there was still the issue of birth control. Despite my promise to use condoms, have I done it? Have I followed through? Fuck no, I’ve plowed that pretty pussy dozens of times since, bareback and virile, spurting my seed again and again. Nor has Kitty gone on birth control. She was supposed to go to the campus health center to get on the pill, but I’ve kept her so busy with the non-stop fucking that she doesn’t have time. The girl just goes straight to school and back, my driver waiting expectantly at the curb. So unless you can magic a pill out of thin air, I couldn’t see how Kitty was safe.

  And my female turned to face Rhonda, cheeks scarlet.

  “Gray’s right, I wanted to finish school,” she repeated in a low voice. “I’m working on my BA.”

  Shit, finishing school was unlikely because she was probably pregnant already. With a ripe, fertile, eighteen year-old body? Oh yeah, my sperm was having the time of its life.

  But my mom was here, and it was important to keep up appearances.

  “Like I said, school,” I reiterated in a deep voice, grabbing her hand. “My wife is a star student, straight A’s all the way.”

  And that part was true because despite the fact that I keep her up all night with bedroom games, Kitty is really smart. I never see her crack a book, I never see her on her laptop, but she pulls rabbits out of hats. The girl’s brilliant, Dean’s List every semester, and I don’t know how she does it. My chest practically exploded with pride, and I kept going with the charade.

  “Hotel management,” I ground out again. “My wife’s major is hotel management, so she’ll be doing another internship at the Milano. After all, when your husband owns the place, you can get whatever job you want. Except cocktail waitress,” I grunted. “No way in hell you’re putting on that tiny dress for a bunch of drunk guys again.”

  Kitty blushed.

  “Right, no more waitressing,” she said in a soft voice. But straightening her shoulders, she turned to my mom with a genuine smile.

  “Rhonda, you’re welcome to come visit us any time you like, whether or not we have kids. The grandchildren don’t have to be an excuse, we enjoy your company.”

  I goggled. Was Kitty crazy? Rhonda would drive me batshit crazy hanging around the apartment 24/7.

  But my mom just laughed and waved her hands.

  “Oh honey, thank you for the invitation but I wouldn’t, not when you’re newlyweds. You and Gray clearly have the hots for each other and I don’t want interrupt while you’re, you know ….” Her eyes twinkled mischievously.

  Kitty grew slightly red but then she got over it, and both women burst out laughing suddenly.

  “That first time was bad, wasn’t it?” giggled Kitty, covering her mouth with her hand. “It was really bad, I can’t imagine what you thought of me.”

  My mom chortled even harder.

  “Well it’s not every day that you meet your future daughter-in-law with her clothes off,” she said with tears in her eyes, narrow shoulders shaking. “But it’s fine, honey,” she said, trying to catch her breath. “It’s okay because you ended up getting married, and now there’s going to be the pitter-patter of small feet. My dearest wish is going to come true,” Mom sighed, patting her hair. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Gray’s forty-five you know,” she said in a confidential voice. “And I was starting to think it was never going to happen.”

  “Ma,” I interrupted in a warning tone. “This is our wedding brunch.”

  But Rhonda has always been unstoppable.

  “Oh Gray, the women you dated before were so terrible, I never even knew what to say. So I didn’t say it. But I can say this with no reservations. Your new bride is exactly what you need, and I couldn’t be more excited for you. Welcome to the family honey, welcome.”

  And the women embraced, warm and tender. I sat back with all sorts of emotions pounding through my chest. Because shit, Rhonda adored Kitty, that was clear. The two women were already in cahoots, giggling about this and that, BFFs forever.

  But it sucked too, because this marriage has an end date. As soon as the funds were released from my late dad’s account, we’re gonna file for divorce. And for some reason, my chest grew tight, heart constricting like a snake was squeezing the daylights out of me. Because I’ve found a new kind of peace, a new kind of satisfaction, even a new kind of love with Kitty. So how the fuck am I supposed to let her go?

  CHAPTER TEN

  Kitty

  I wandered about the nursery. It’s the biggest nursery I’ve ever seen, twice the size of my old apartment and filled with everything a baby could need.

  Or two babies because of course, Gray ordered doubles. After we sexed it up in the furniture store, that was his way of saying thank you to the staff. Or more like, Sorry, not sorry, I got the girl, and I got the cash too. So it was double commission for them, double the sales, and as usual, Gray came out on top.

  But right now, none of that bothered me. Because I was walking slowly around the sunlit space, hand trailing the edge of a crib, caressing the head of a toy pony. Gray had probably bought every stuffed animal in the kids’ section and now a zoo lived here, including a five-foot elephant, an eight-foot plush giraffe, and of course, two little kitties, kneeling at the foot of each crib.

  But a sob choked me, deep in the back of my throat. Because what happened is unreal. I’m the new Mrs. Channing, sure, married lock, stock and barrel to the man of my dreams, but it was fake, all fake. I’d stared at the marriage certificate afterwards, hands trembling, unable to believe my eyes.

  “You okay?” growled Gray, looking over at me.

  I took a deep breath, nodding silently. It was too hard to meet his gaze right now, emotions making it hard to breathe.

  But the man knows me well, and he tipped my chin to his.

  “What’s wrong baby girl? What’s got you down?”

  Those blue eyes were so penetrating, looking deep into my soul, and I couldn’t take it. Instead, I buried my face in a broad shoulder, hiding the tears.

  “Nothing,” I murmured. “Nothing.”

  But Gray wouldn’t give up. He pulled away and stared deep into my eyes again.

  “What is it baby girl?” he rumbled soothingly. “Tell Daddy.”

  Feelings swelled up again, choking me. But what could I say? I’ve fallen in love with you Gray, let’s not get divorced? Would you consider marrying me for real, a poor cocktail waitress trying to make ends meet? I can’t think of life without you, you mean the world to me?

  So instead, I bit my lip and used the only weapon I had. My body. I threw my arms around those broad shoulders and rubbed my breasts teasingly against his chest.

  “Wanna play Daddy?” I mewled. “Baby wants to play.”

  And of course, my man never turns down an opportunity to stroke pussy. He was on me in an instant, tearing my clothes off, the loving so hot, hard and heavy that I almost passed out from the ecstasy, curvy form shaking violently from massive dick inside.

  But now it was back to reality. Because I’d seen the envelope arrive in the mail today. I’d seen the letter from the lawyer’s office, and it was probably confirmation that the funds had been released. Gray was King and Master of The Milano now, the terms of his dad’s will fulfilled.

  So with slow steps, I was here to say goodbye. I was saying goodbye to the bedroom, the living room, and the dining room, but most of all, the nursery. I was saying goodbye to a dream that would never come true, children who were never going to play here, and a husband who never belonged to me. I was gonna disappear into the mist, Gray could send the divorce papers to me via his lawyers, it didn’t matter.

  Except as I skimmed my fingers over a life-size stuffed zebra, my s
kin tingled with awareness. Oh god, this always happens. The big man and I are on the same wavelength, our bodies recognize each other immediately, and I could feel that masculine heat from the doorway. Taking a deep breath, I choked back my emotions and mewled, “Hi Daddy.”

  Shit, shit, shit. I had to get myself together. Gray couldn’t see me on my goodbye tour, I didn’t want my lover to feel sorry for me. Because I was acting like a teen girl dreaming big dreams, except there was no happy ending, no riding off into the sunset. So swallowing tears, I whirled around with bright eyes, pulling out my one and only weapon again.

  “Daddy wanna play?” I murmured, tugging down the vee to my sweater so that a huge breast burst out, jiggling and luscious. “Daddy wanna play?”

  And oh god, Gray was like a tornado. Crossing the room in two big strides, he was on me. The billionaire sucked a nipple into his mouth, jolts of electricity going straight to my cunt. I screamed then, literally tilted my head back and let one out to the heavens, all my agony and ecstasy twisted together.

  “Umm, Daddy umm!” came the squeal, curvy body squirming beneath him. “Mmmph, yeah!”

  Gray chuckled against my breastflesh, taking as much into his mouth as possible before popping off a hard nip.

  “Baby’s a slutty one, aren’t you? Oh yeah, baby’s slutty, that whory cunt wants Daddy’s cock, doesn’t it?

  I could only mewl my reply, boobs heaving, giant sacks of cream bouncing. Oh god, he felt so good, hot and manly and muscled, so thick and virile, with that relentless missile in his pants. I was desperate to get dick into me, my panties soaked with female juices already.

  And Gray’s attuned to me too because he inhaled deeply, a gleam in those blue eyes.

  “Shit that cunt is wet,” he growled. “I can smell it.”

  I mewled again, pressing my tits against him.

  “I am wet, Daddy,” I cooed. “I need you so bad, use me, use my body.”

  He growled deep in his throat.

  “Fuck yeah baby girl, that’s why I married you. Because you’re such a slutty whore, you always need Daddy’s dick, it’s the only thing that calms you down.”