An Heir To Fortune | An Alpha Billionaire Bad Boy Pregnancy Romance

by Jezebel Nixon

  “You, uh… needed my help, sir?” She says, looking into the swirling caramel liquid as she rests the crystal glass on her lap.

  “Yeah,” He laughs, as he sips on his drink. “Help taking a fucking break for a little while.”

  She smiles, leaning into the plush back of the sofa as she takes a sip from her own drink before clearing the burning alcohol from the back of her throat with a cough.

  “Is it really that bad here?” She says, flashing a brief, shy smile his way.

  “No, no.” He says, leaning forward to place his drink on the lacquered dark wood coffee table by their knees. “Let’s not talk about work.”

  Megan nods, quickly taking another sip of her bourbon as she watches him shift to face her, resting his elbow on the back of the couch and his chin in his palm, his ice blue eyes trying to catch her own.

  “I know who you are,” He says. “Megan Kane. Your dad owns a dry cleaner and you went to West Point Elementary.”

  “You are him, aren’t you?” She says, nodding a chuckle escaping from between her lips. “No, you can’t be nerdy Peter.”

  “Yeah, I was nerdy Peter.” He says, a coy smile painting his face. “But now I would rather go by Peter Marks, CEO of a multibillion dollar company, if you don’t mind.”

  “Well,” She starts, resting the side of her head on the plush leather. “If anybody from that class was going to be a success, it was you.” She says, holding her glass up in a toast.

  “Too bad success doesn’t make you many friends in 5th grade.” He laughs, looking over at his drink on the table. “And what have you been up to?” He whispers, leaning closer to her.

  “Just stuff like this, I guess.” She says, blushing as Peter gently takes the drink from her hands and places it on the table beside his.

  “Like this?” Peter whispers as he brushes his fingers through her hair before gently trailing them down her neck.

  She sighs softly, shifting towards him as she feels a tingle tickle her down between her legs, moistening her panties. She nods, closing her eyes as she feels Peter’s fingers slowly fiddle with the buttons on her blouse, pulling them open one by one.

  She shivers, finishing unbuttoning her buttons for him before pulling her shirt apart. She moans as Peter cups her breasts as his wet lips place soft kisses over her exposed collar bone.

  Megan shifts, sinking herself further into the plush cushions as she pulls down the front of her silk cupped bra, her nipples perking in the cool air of Peter’s office.

  He moans as he looks at her pink nipples before lowering his head down to her chest and tickling one of them with his tongue.

  “Mmm.” He moans as he sucks, his hand slowly drifting down the skin of her taut stomach.

  Peter sinks his fingers into the waist of her skirt and into her panties. He brushes the soft pads of his fingers over her wet pussy lips, before dipping in and spreading them apart before slowly dragging her silky wet up between them and circling over her swelling pearl.

  She moans as she feels an electric shiver travel up her back and she spreads her legs, her skirt riding up her thighs. He pulls his fingers out of the top of her skirt and panties, bringing his fingers up to his lips before licking her sweet, warm wet away. He moans as he rubs his palm over her thigh before getting down in front of her on his knees.

  Peter pulls her panties to one side, exposing her wet pussy lips before leaning forward and flicking his tongue over her clit. Megan sighs out as she feels Peter’s hot tongue spread her pussy lips as he licks between them, lapping up her slick.

  “Peter, oh God.” She whispers as she feels his lips wrap around her clit as he begins to suck.

  She bites her bottom lip, moaning in protest as she feels Peter pull away. Megan watches as Peter rubs the palm of his hand over his ever growing bulge in the front of his pants before slowly unbuttoning the top button and pulling down his fly.

  He hooks his thumb into the waist of his briefs, pulling them down, letting his thick, solid manhood bounce out free. He grasps his shaft, wrapping his palm around it and slowly pumps himself up and down as he closes his eyes, letting his head fall slightly back, a soft moan escaping from between his lips.

  Megan reaches forward and grabs his tie, pulling him close, bringing their lips together, letting their tongues wrestle. She slowly breathes out as she feels Peter thread the smooth tip of his cock up and down between her soaking pussy lips and over her clit before resting it against her entrance.

  She moans out as he sinks himself inside of her, feeling the stretch as Peter’s cock pushes in deeper. Megan grasps the edge of the couch cushion as she feels him pull out slowly, painfully slowly before he quickly sinks his cock back inside.

  “So warm.” He moans as he quickens his pace inside of her.

  “Faster!” She gasps as she feels him swirl his thumb over her swollen clit.

  His pace quickens as his thumb swirls and Megan cries out as she feels her body tighten, before electric shivers run up and down her spine as her body releases, her pussy quivering around Peter’s cock.

  “Oh, yeah.” He moans out as he leans his body into her, his hips bucking erratically as he spills his seed.

  She closes her eyes, panting as she feels Peter slowly pull out of her, his cum dripping down her sex and onto the plush leather.

  He clears his throat as he stands up between her legs, stuffing himself back into his slacks.

  “Are you hungry?” He asks as he pulls up his zipper.

  “Sure.” She nods, her face flushed, as she fixes her bra and buttons her top.

  Chapter 6

  “I feel a little underdressed.” Megan whispers as she wraps her cardigan tightly around her front as she crosses her arms and leans forward.

  Peter picked a Japanese place, one she never even knew existed, and was obviously way out of her price range. She looks around the dimly lit room, spotting a group of finely tailored, suited business men being served by a woman in a tightly wrapped, pale blue kimono at one table, before a flash of fire catches her eyes from the chef cooking for another.

  “Nope.” He says, his eyes looking up at her from the drink menu. “You look beautiful.”

  She smiles nervously, her fingers shyly covering her nose, as one of the kimonoed women walks up to their table and bows before them. Megan watches as Peter bows back, before ordering them both a glass of wine.

  “So you remember me, hey?” She asks as she takes a sip of the tart red beverage.

  “Of course.” He says, snorting playfully as he wipes the bridge of his nose.

  “Did you recognise me?” Megan asks, smiling.

  “Right away.” He says, sitting up straight in his chair as he swirls around his glass of wine. “Just as beautiful, too.”

  “Oh, really?” Megan whispers, giggling.

  “Wanna know a secret?” Peter whispers, his left eyebrow raising.

  “Yeah.” Megan whispers back to him, leaning into the table to get a little closer to him.

  “I used to have a little crush on you way back when.” He says, covering his eyes as he smiles. “But I was way too shy to ever do anything about it.”

  “Awe, that’s so sweet.” She says, blushing.

  “And another secret?” He says, placing the glass of wine on the table, before looking up at her and smiling coyly. “I still do.”

  “Yeah?” Megan whispers, before slowly taking another sip of wine.

  “Part of the reason I actually took this job.” Peter says. “Heard you were up here and decided that I needed to be, too.”

  “Well, how lucky for you.” Megan says, biting her bottom lip as their waitress brings their plates to their table, placing the hot dishes in front of them.

  She watches as Peter nods at the woman, thanking her.

  “This is nice.” He whispers, sighing.

  “Yeah, it looks really good.” She says, shifting her plate to get a better look.

  “No, I mean… this.” He says, his blue eyes catchin
g hers, before he quickly looks down shyly. “I don’t get to go out for dinner with pretty women all that often.”

  “What?” She snorts. “I imagined you’d be constantly fighting them off.”

  “No.” He shakes his head. “I don’t get a lot of time off.” He says, grabbing a pink roll off of his plate. “I could make time.” He starts. “But I haven’t found someone worth making the time yet.”

  “Well, I hope you do.” She whispers, her long lashes slowly batting.

  “I think I already have.” He whispers. “I’d like a family though.”

  “Yeah, a family is the dream, I guess.” She says, pulling apart a piece of ginger.

  “And you?” He asks, leaning back in his chair. “What about you?”

  “I guess I’ve always wanted a baby.” She says, shyly smirking. “Someday, anyway.”

  Chapter 7

  “Sorry, I don’t have an actual place right now.” Peter says, swiping his room’s key card. “The move was quick.”

  He pushes the hotel door open, revealing a large spacious room.

  “It’s only temporary.” He says, moving out of the way so she can walk in.

  “Bigger than my house.” She whispers, looking all around her, surprised. “It even has a kitchen.”

  Peter quietly walks past her, sitting down on the bed. He motions for her to come over to him and she shyly looks away, a small smile spreading across her face before she unwraps her scarf from around her shoulders.

  Megan makes her way over to Peter before sitting beside him on the bed. She closes her eyes as she feels him bring his hands up and rest his palms on her shoulders. He pushes in, massaging her shoulders before sliding his palms up to her neck.

  He leans in closely, his breath hot on her shoulders before she feels his soft lips press against her skin. He runs a line of kisses over her shoulder before grabbing her chin and turning it towards him.

  She opens her mouth, letting Peter’s tongue wrestle her own before she turns on the bed and moves herself into his lap.

  Megan grabs Peter’s jacket, opening it, before slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt. She pulls it over his broad shoulders, revealing his creamy skin before kissing down his neck and chest.

  She feels the back of her skirt lift up as Peter pulls it up over her waist before she leans back, letting him pull it off her. She presses her breasts up against the skin of his chest as their tongues continue to fight for dominance.

  Megan grinds herself into Peter’s lap, moaning as she feels his stiff erection press hard against her panties.

  He flips her over onto the bed, resting her on her back before hooking his fingers in the waist of her panties. She lifts her round bottom off the bed as Peter slides her lace down her thighs, over her knees and down her calves before tossing them off the bed.

  She closes her eyes, breathing deeply as he spreads her legs, laying himself between her thighs. Megan moans as she feels Peter’s hot, wet tongue lick up between her lips, before circling her pearl.

  “Peter…” She whispers, brushing her fingers through his blonde hair.

  “Mmm.” He moans as he sucks her clit and lets his tongue lick lazily against. “Let’s make a baby.” He whispers, pushing her knees back as he positions himself to kneel between her legs.

  “Yeah….” Megan whispers closing her eyes and biting her bottom lip as she hears the zipper on Peter’s slacks slide open. “Yeah, Peter, fuck me.” She says, gasping as she feels the stiff tip of his cock thread up and down between her soaking wet pussy lips.

  “Oh, God.” Peter moans as he sinks his cock into her entrance, stretching her pussy around his manhood. “I’m gunna fuck a baby into you.”

  Megan moans, gripping the silk sheets below her as Peter leans into her, his hips bucking wildly back and forth, his cock roughly dragging in and out. She bites her bottom lip as her fingers trail down her stomach and over her smooth, public mound before swirling softly over her swollen bead.

  “Peter, don’t stop.” She whispers as her finger works, heating up her body as her sensitive walls grip and release, massaging his cock.

  She pants, pulling Peter in close and gripping his hair as she feels his cock swell inside of her. Megan moans as she feels Peter’s body shake as her grunts into the crook of her shoulder as he bucks into her deeply, his hot cum painting her warm, wet walls.

  “Ahhh.” He whispers as he slowly sits up between her legs, letting his cock slide out, puling her pussy lips along his shaft one last time.

  He bites his bottom lip as he watches his seed slowly drip out from between her lips as he rubs the palms of his hands against the outside of her thighs. Peter reaches for her wrist, pulling her up onto his lap as he wraps his arms around her, before pressing his lips against hers once more and opening her lips with his tongue.

  Chapter 8

  The sun shines in Megan’s eyes as she wakes, her naked body pressed against cool, silk sheets. She rolls over, stretching as she turns and watches Peter’s back as he pulls his shirt up over it.

  “Good morning.” He whispers, turning his head slightly to look at her as he buttons up his shirt. “I hope you slept well.”

  “Mhm.” She whispers laying her head back down on the pillow.

  She watches him slowly walk around to her side of the bed and he holds his hand out for her to grab, helping her sit up.

  Megan accepts his hand, and he lifts her up to sit. She brings the sheet up over herself, covering her bare chest as Peter leans down to her, pressing his lips against hers.

  “What time is it?” She asks, still a little bit sleepily. “I should probably be at work right now.”

  “Just past ten.” He whispers into her neck.

  “Are you serious?” She asks, pushing him away and leaning over the side of the bed to pick up her discarded clothes. “I have to go. I already left work yesterday without saying anything to anyone, and now I’m late today….” She pauses as she slips her arms through the sleeves of her blouse. “I’m going to get fired.”

  “Fired?” He says, lifting his eyebrows. “Fired for what? You’re with the CEO, who’s going to fire you?”

  “It’s a responsibility, Peter, I have to go.” She says huffing as she drops her shoulders in frustration.

  “Just…. Let yourself be fired then.” He says, reaching down to pick up her skirt before handing it to her.

  “What?” She asks as she slips her feet through the waist and pulls it up her calves. “We’re not all billionaires here, Peter, I can’t just not go into work and still expect to pay my rent, you know.”

  “I’ll pay your rent.” He says, watching her with his blue eyes as she stands to pull her skirt up her thighs and over her round bottom.

  “Yeah, sure.” She snorts, sitting back down on the bed beside him.

  “Yeah.” He whispers, leaning into her and wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her in close. “Let me. I have the money, and we can settle down. Megan, I have an appointment to make an offer on a new house later this afternoon. Just out of town. Lots of bedrooms.” He says, dragging the palm of his hand up and down her waist. “You can come with me if you want.”

  “No.” She says abruptly, pushing away his arms as she stands up. She turns to him, wiping the sleep out of her eyes as she shakes her head. “No, Peter, what are you thinking? I have to get to work now.”

  “What?” Peter asks, his blue eyes squinting at her. “Should I put off the offer on the house until another time?”

  “Why do I care, it’s your house?” She asks, sighing.

  He pauses, turning his head to look at the sunshine out of the balcony window before scratching at his stubble softly.

  “So, are we anything?” He asks, sighing softly and turning towards her.

  “Peter.” She whispers, sitting back down beside him. “Peter, we just reconnected. I mean, we had fun, but it’s just too soon to know anything.”

  He clears his throat, nodding softly as he stands.


  “Alright.” He says, walking back over to his side of the bed, before picking his keys up from the bedside table. “I’ll take you back to work.”

  Chapter 9

  She rubs her eyes as her heels click against the floor as she makes her way down the corridor to her desk. She sighs as she spots Benj on the phones. She knew this would happen.

  Quietly she walks up to her desk, giving him a soft apologetic smile and a little wave. He throws his hand up in the air before bringing it back down to cover the receiver as he mouths “Where were you?”.