SECRET BABY (A Billionaire Romance)

by Mia Carson

  “Mel, you better tell me to leave now, or I’m going to fuck you.”

  Mel

  I stared at him, uncomprehending. I had never climaxed so quickly with any other man, and the shock of it was still wearing off when he spoke to me. Tell him to leave? Hell, no! I wanted that man inside me: now!

  Rather than answer verbally, I pushed him back and slipped off the couch to my knees. He had risen from the couch so that if I told him to leave, he could. I reached for the button and zipper of his jeans, my eyes on his. As I undid his pants, I thought the man would come unglued. His hands, shaking ever so slightly, pushed through my hair. Before I could pull his pants down, he bent and kissed me again, our mouths fitting like they were made to kiss.

  I pushed his pants and briefs over his hips. His cock, more massive than I had guessed when I’d felt it pressed against my hip a moment ago, sprang free. I smiled up at him, opened my mouth wide, and wrapped my lips around his glorious cock. The head was perfect. I ran my tongue over the sensitive underside and heard his moaning reaction. I sucked gently, then more roughly, on the head before taking him entirely into my mouth. I allowed his cock to move in and out in a rhythm I created with my hands on his ass and which he seemed to enjoy.

  With one hand, I held his hip, pulling and pushing him into my mouth while also assuring I would not choke on its massive girth. The other hand massaged his balls gently, using my fingertips to tease them. He stiffened twice as I sucked and licked his cock, though he did not come—for which I was very grateful. I didn’t want him finishing in my mouth because I wanted that hard cock inside me, finishing there.

  With no warning, Will grabbed my upper arms and pulled me to my feet. “I want to be inside you. Now. Bed or couch?”

  “Bed,” I breathed.

  I grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall to my bedroom. Once inside, I pushed him against the wall and unbuttoned his shirt, our mouths attached again. My panties were somewhere on my living room floor, so he reached for the hem of my dress and pulled it straight over my head. Our lips met again immediately. We couldn’t stop kissing each other.

  While we kissed, he unbuckled my bra and pulled it off my shoulders as I finished unbuttoning his shirt and helped him take it off. He kicked off his pants and briefs as we shuffled to the bed, refusing to stop the kiss that held us together. We fell onto the bed together, and it squeaked dangerously.

  I lay on my back, and he lifted himself on his arms so he could look down at me. A smile bloomed on his face, and he let his body slowly cover mine. We kissed more, an intimacy beyond all I had experienced. He cradled my face in his hands as our lips danced together. I thought I might go mad with lust for him.

  The kiss became more and more passionate until we were breathing hard as if we were competing in a marathon. He lifted himself again, up to his knees, and spread my legs. He looked down at me, bare for him.

  “Beautiful. More beautiful than any I’ve seen.”

  I sat up so that our mouths could meet. Laying back again, I grabbed his cock and guided him to my pussy, the wetness and heat a sign of my desires. He let me guide him, but he halted at the entrance, the tip of his cock barely grazing the outer edge of my opening. I waited with anticipation, then wonder. He was hesitating for some reason.

  “Please, Will. Fuck me,” I whispered to him, my eyes on his. I ran my hands up his chest as he hovered over me, watching me. Finally, I cupped his face. “Fuck me, Will.”

  He plunged into my pussy with such force that I let out a scream—not of pain, but of ecstasy. My pussy began clenching around his sizable member as soon as it pushed to its hilt. I grabbed his ass and worked his hips as he began to thrust harder and harder into me. My head tossed from side to side as the pleasure of his enormous cock pounding me filled my entire body, my entire soul.

  I said his name over and over as he fucked me. When the bed collapsed beneath us, I heard it, but Will clearly didn’t because his rhythm never changed. Just as I thought the man was going to come, he pulled out, flipped me over, yanked me up to my knees, and plunged his cock into my pussy with all his might. I reached between my thighs and massaged my clit.

  The orgasm seized my body almost immediately. I screamed unintelligibly. He stiffened behind me, let out a noise I had never heard a man make before, and collapsed to the bed beside me. I dropped onto my belly, and we lay together, panting, on my broken bed, completely spent.

  He looked over at me and said, “Wow.”

  I giggled breathlessly. “Same.”

  He lifted his head marginally and looked around. “Did we break your bed?”

  “Yes. It’s an old bed. If I can’t fix it, I’ll replace it. I’ve needed a new one for a while now,” I told him, completely unconcerned with the condition of my bed. “Not to inflate your ego, but hot damn! That was some good sex!”

  He rolled over on his side and propped his head up on his hand so he could see my face. “Takes two to make sex that good.”

  “Very true,” I answered smugly. “I’m done in. And I hope this isn’t too forward, but would you like to stay?”

  “Too forward?” he asked with a laugh. “We just had mind-blowing sex, and asking me to stay is too forward?”

  “Shut up,” I said, playfully slapping his chest. “If you don’t want to stay, I get it. I just hope this isn’t a one-time thing.”

  “If I have my way, we’ll do this every damn night!” he exclaimed, laughter in his voice.

  “Hmmm, I think every night is too much. I do have a job that requires physical activity, and I know I’m going to be sore after that little adventure,” I told him as I gingerly rolled over.

  “I’ll stay, but I have to tell you that I’ll be up at the crack of dawn. I’m meeting a man about buying a new horse early tomorrow morning and have to get back.”

  I nodded, though I didn’t like the idea. I had pictured breakfast and maybe another round of sex before he left in the morning.

  “You’re sure you’re okay with that?” he asked after my silence had stretched.

  “Oh, yes, that’s fine. I won’t get all weird in the morning, promise. My feelings are made of stronger stuff than that,” I assured him.

  “Then I would love to sleep with you on your broken bed,” he replied as he pulled me into his arms.

  Will

  She fits perfectly in my arms, I thought as I laid next to her. Her head was on my chest, fingers playing with my chest hair until she fell asleep. Her even breathing was comforting. My body was relaxed with both the release of sexual tension and the knowledge that this woman was so perfect for me.

  But the guilt was there; it had been hiding in my heart until a woman like Mel walked into my life. I hadn’t felt like this since my wife, and when she had died, I thought I would never feel like this again. Carol had been my soulmate, the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, but we’d only had until the end of hers. The cancer, though caught quickly, had moved too rapidly for the drugs to work. Within six months of discovery, it had eaten away at her insides until she passed away quietly, holding my hand and telling me how much she loved me.

  She loved you, I reminded myself. Carol hadn’t been perfect. She had been a jealous wife, though not psychotically so, and my head told me she wouldn’t want me to live my life alone. Twelve years had passed since her death, twelve years of sporadic dating that led to nothing because I couldn’t let go of her. I still loved her, and always would, but maybe it was finally time to live my life again.

  Mel and Carol were similar in some ways, but so opposite in others. Carol would have liked her, and that helped ease my mind a little. Cara already liked her, enjoyed spending time with her as her teacher, but how would she feel about Mel if the woman became a permanent fixture in our lives? I would have to discuss it with her at length because I was sure I wanted Mel in my life.

  She murmured in her sleep and rolled away, for which I was glad. I enjoyed having her in my arms, but I was getting sweaty and wouldn�
�t be able to sleep. Apparently, she wasn’t a cuddly sleeper either, and her perfection became even more evident. I grinned, pulled the covers over her naked shoulders, and went back to sleep.

  ***

  At seven, my phone dinged. And dinged. And dinged. I mumbled, “Who the hell is texting me?” and reached for my phone. The alarm. I had a horse to buy today.

  Mel rolled over and wrapped her arm around my waist. Sleepily, she told me, “I know you said you had to leave, but imagine this.” She sniffed and lifted up so she could see me. “Hot morning sex and breakfast in bed, prepared by yours truly.”

  I laughed and kissed her hand. “I’d like to, believe me, but I have to meet the guy at the corral at nine. And a shower beforehand would be nice.”

  She growled at me. “Your loss.” Her voice was almost a pout.

  “I agree,” I murmured and grabbed her. “What night can I take you out again this week?”

  “Well, I’m not sure I’m available,” she replied haughtily, her eyes twinkling at me.

  “I’ll make it worth your time,” I promised, squeezing her until she giggled.

  “All right, fine,” she said with pretend petulance. “I’ll have to check my schedule. Can I text you later?”

  “Of course,” I said as I crawled out of bed and searched for my clothes. “I mean, I was planning on texting you later. I might even call.”

  She laughed as she watched me dress from her bed. “You sure do have a nice ass, Mr. Sheron.”

  “Really?” I asked skeptically. “I don’t work out much, but I guess wrangling cattle might keep me in shape.”

  “You’re doing something right,” she said as she threw the covers back and dug in her drawers for some shorts and a tee.

  “So are you,” I replied, having frozen to watch her shapely body as she moved. After we were both dressed, I wrapped my arms around her. “Mel, I can’t tell you when I’ve had a better time. You made me smile more last night than I have in a long time. And not just because of the awesome sex.”

  She threw her head back and laughed. “Well, I bet the sex helped a lot. I had a great time too, Will.” She walked me to the door, smiling. When I moved to step outside, she slapped my ass. “Have a good day, handsome.”

  I kissed her on the lips. “You too, gorgeous. I’ll call you later?”

  “You better,” she said. “Bye.”

  I waved as I walked to my truck, and I felt like a kid again. There was a bounce in my step that hadn’t been there in years, and Mel was the source. As I drove away, I couldn’t wait to see her again. I had it bad, and I didn’t care.

  Mel

  Watching him drive away was hard because I really wanted him to stay. However, I wasn’t that kind of girl—the kind of girl who expected a man to drop everything at her every whim. But I was disappointed, nonetheless.

  I marched back inside and locked the door behind me. I adjusted my shorts—I really was sore and knew a bath would help, but it was seven o’clock on a Sunday morning. I wanted a couple more hours of sleep. I walked back into my room, stared at my broken bed, and sighed. I dismissed it with a wave, flopped down on it, and fell back to sleep almost instantly.

  Two hours later, I giggled as I walked to the bathroom, my soreness more pronounced now, and started a bath. That man’s cock is a masterpiece, I thought to myself. One that will take adjusting to. I giggled again as I stripped and eased my body into the bath. The hot water instantly soothed the tenderness between my legs, and I relaxed back into the warmth, my thoughts playing around in my head.

  The man was amazing, everything I wanted in a partner, and though he didn’t seem to have any baggage, none that was visible anyway, everyone had some. I didn’t want to find his. I wanted him to remain perfect so I could have an uncomplicated relationship.

  An idea struck me and I reached for my phone, careful not to drop it or get it wet, so I could text Madison. I glanced at the time…Madison wasn’t an early riser, but I thought I was safe.

  Mel: Good morning! Let’s go have lunch at Antonio’s.

  Madison: Do you have any idea what time it is?

  Mel: Nearly ten?

  Madison: Do you mean 9:15? Because that is not nearly ten.

  Mel: It’s close enough. I need to tell you about Will!

  Madison: What time?

  Mel: Noon. That way we can enjoy a margarita while we eat.

  Madison: Did you fuck him?!?!

  Mel: I’ll tell you at lunch.

  Madison: Fine. Bitch. I’ll be there at noon.

  ***

  After my bath, I got caught up on cutting some music for a dance and lost track of time. When I glanced up, I realized it was nearly noon. Luckily, Antonio’s was only a few minutes from my home, and I had dressed after the bath rather than lounging in a bathrobe like I normally would on a Sunday morning. Just as I parked my car, my phone pinged.

  Madison: Where are you?

  Mel: I’m walking in now.

  Madison: I’m on the patio and have already ordered your margarita. Hurry up.

  “Can you let a girl walk through the damn restaurant?” I asked as I stepped out onto the patio and caught sight of her.

  “When you wake me up at the crack of dawn, the least you can do is be on time for lunch,” she complained.

  “Nine-thirty is hardly the crack of dawn.”

  “Nine-fifteen,” she reminded me pointedly.

  “Whatever. You know, if you’d had wonderful sex last night, maybe you wouldn’t be so damn crabby,” I said nonchalantly, as if a good romp in the sack was my usual Saturday night.

  Madison put her palms on the table and gasped out a laugh. “You did fuck him! You slut! I love it!”

  “What can I say?” I returned, lifting my hands. “The man is charming. And perfect. And oh, my God! So well-endowed I was sore this morning!” Madison squealed, and I remembered we were in public. I glanced around, but the few patrons who were on the patio paid us no attention.

  “Oh my God, I want all the details. Did you say perfect?” Madison asked, her eyes wide.

  “Yes, perfect. He’s so sweet, Madison, and he makes me laugh,” I gushed, my eyes rolling back in my head in an I’m-in-heaven kind of way. I sounded like a lovesick teenager. I told about her the kiss at the beginning of the night and what he’d said about telling him to leave or he’d fuck me right there. She loved it and was so excited for me. Somewhere in the middle of my story, our margaritas were delivered, and we finished them as I told her the rest.

  “I’m so happy for you, Mel,” Madison said after we ordered more margaritas and our lunch. “I do have some juicy gossip about him, though. Want to hear it?”

  I debated for a moment, and my thoughts about baggage returned. This is it, I thought, hoping it was just ugly gossip rather than one hundred percent truth. “How accurate is this gossip?”

  “Pretty reliable. I happen to work with Denise’s sister-in-law, who told me the whole thing when we were on the phone yesterday.”

  “Who is Denise?”

  “Will’s ex-girlfriend,” Madison said with relish. She loved good gossip, as did I, when it didn’t affect me.

  “I was hoping there was no baggage with this one,” I mumbled and flopped my body back into the chair. I thanked the waiter when he set down my second margarita. I glanced at Madison and lifted it. “How many of these will I need?”

  “Not sure. I mean, I don’t know that it’s that bad, but I guess it could be,” Madison replied before sipping her second one.

  “Let me enjoy a couple more moments of pure bliss and tequila before you destroy all my hopes,” I said with some sarcasm in my voice. She chuckled as I inhaled a large slurp of the lime-flavored drink.

  “You’re so dramatic. That’s why we’re friends,” she told me.

  I waved at her. “Go ahead and tell me about his sordid past.”

  “It’s more her sordid past.”

  “Her who?”

  “Denise Irving. You know
her. Her daughter is one of your dancers…um, Brittani, I think,” Madison said.

  “I do know her. She’s nice enough, and I know I’ve met the mother but can’t remember her,” I said with a shrug. “Of course, she and Cara—that’s Will’s daughter—they hate each other.”

  “Well, you’re about to find out why.” Madison and I sat back as the waiter delivered our enchiladas. “So, Will and Denise were high school sweethearts. They’re both hometown Brayman.”

  “But he didn’t marry her?”

  “No, he met his wife at college, apparently, and from what Laura told me, Denise went crazy, spreading awful rumors ruthlessly about the wife and about Will once they moved back to Brayman—although Laura says Will didn’t know about any of that, and I’d bet the wife didn’t, either. Anyway, after the wife died, Will and Denise rekindled their relationship.”