Billionaire's Secret Baby

by Eva Luxe

  The way he was with me now was such a turn on. Without a doubt he was strong, but he was gentle with me. He could crush me if he wanted to, but Greyson had complete control, he knew his strength and he was careful with me.

  That was more attractive than any display of strength I had ever seen. Strength, to me, was knowing when not to use it.

  When Greyson’s hand slid down my neck, over my collarbone and onto my breast, I stopped thinking and gave myself over to the sensation. I was getting wetter and I wanted Greyson. I wanted to be as close to him as we had been in that tent, even though it was all different this time.

  Greyson massaged my breasts through my dress. My nipples were hard, straining against the material of my bra. Slowly, he moved his hands down my body, tracing my curves. He rested one hand on my hip, the other sliding lower still until his palm was on my bare thigh. He slid his hand over my smooth leg, a little further down before he moved back up. This time, his hand slid underneath my dress. I gasped when he moved his hand between my legs and pressed his fingers against the material of my panties. Greyson was still kissing me but he pressed with his fingers against my slit, hard enough that he touched my clit through the material and I whimpered into his mouth.

  When he broke the kiss, our faces were fractions part from each other. He moved his hand away. His blue eyes were dark and drowning deep. We were both breathing hard, lips parted, desire charging the air between us.

  Greyson leaned forward and kissed me on the neck, grazing the skin with his teeth and I shivered.

  He kneeled in front of me and glanced up at me. I looked down at him, my chest rising and falling with my breathing.

  Greyson kept eye contact with me as he slid both hands under my skirt, hooked his fingers under my panties and slowly pulled them down. I closed my legs and lifted them one by one so he could remove them.

  When the panties were on the floor, discarded to the side, Greyson slid his hands up my legs again. I trembled in anticipation the higher he went. He pushed my dress up, exposing my pussy. He blew on me and I shivered. He spread my legs with his hands and I stood with my legs wide.

  When Greyson leaned forward and closed his mouth over my pussy, I cried out. He pushed his tongue into my slit and flicked his tongue over my clit. I whimpered, my knees trembling. I shivered and twitched as Greyson licked and sucked on my clit. He pushed two fingers into me and I cried out again. He pumped his fingers in and out of me as he sucked me and I was rendered useless. My legs were jelly and the only thing I could think about was the heat spreading through my body, the orgasm that slowly built inside of me.

  It didn’t take very long before I fell apart, crying out as I orgasmed. I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed my hands against the door behind me, trying to keep my balance.

  I gasped and moaned, then finally opened my eyes again. Greyson was still kneeling in front of me, a smile on his face.

  “I love seeing you orgasm,” he said.

  He stood and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me to my bedroom. It wasn’t hard to find, even if he didn’t know my place. He put me down on the bed so I was seated, then pulled the dress over my head. I lifted my arms, helping him. Reaching behind my back, I took off my bra so I was naked in front of him. I offered myself to him, ready for him to take me however he pleased.

  Greyson took my hand and pulled me up again, I unbuttoned his shirt, peeling it off his shoulders. When I kissed him again, my breasts pushed against his naked chest. I loved the warmth of his skin on mine, so erotic and sensual.

  My hands moved to his buckle and I undid it, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. He was hard and eager, thicker and longer than I remembered, which didn’t seem possible as I remembered him to be impressive already.

  I ran my hand up and down his shaft, moving faster and faster. I watched his face as it went slack, his eyes filling with even more hunger. After a few minutes it seemed he couldn’t stand it anymore and put his hand over mine and gently removed it. He pulled down his own pants, kicking them off with his shoes. He reached into his back pocket, pulled out a condom, and slipped it on. I knew, at this point, a condom wasn’t necessary, due to the fact that I was already pregnant. I couldn’t get doubly pregnant. But now wasn’t the right time to tell Greyson the news. I wanted him, needed him, inside me.

  Greyson pushed me back onto the bed and climbed onto me, positioning himself over my body. I lay with my legs wide and he pressed his dick against my pussy before he pushed against me. I cried out as he pushed into me, my body stretching to accommodate him. I had forgotten how large he was, so good and just this side of pain. But God, so good.

  When he was buried inside of me, his shoulders strained as he hovered over me, his face filled with something I couldn’t place, something more than raw lust.

  I didn’t have time to analyze it. Greyson pulled out of me and pushed back in, and the friction he created pushed all other thoughts out of my mind. He rode me harder and harder and I cried out as he fucked me. We were in my home, alone, away from any prying eyes. Here, no one would bother us. We could do this for as long as we wanted, as many times as we wanted.

  Greyson fucked me, alternating between hard and fast, to slow and sensual. By changing his pace again and again, he brought me closer and closer without taking me as far as an orgasm. It was orgasm denial without denying me anything else, and though it was incredible, it made me frustrated. I wanted to orgasm. I wanted the pleasure only Greyson was able to give me. I wanted it to wash over me the way it had when he had given me oral.

  “Please, Greyson,” I bit out.

  Greyson grinned, loving that he had brought me to the point of begging. But I was desperate for release.

  Finally, he gave me what I wanted. He picked up the pace, fucking me hard and fast until I crashed into my second orgasm, crying out and grabbing onto his shoulders, holding on for the ride. My muscles contracted, and my pussy clamped down around Greyson’s cock. He groaned when I orgasmed.

  After a while, Greyson pulled out of me.

  “Turn around,” he said. It wasn’t commanding, but he wanted something and wasn’t afraid to voice it. I wanted to give it to him.

  I climbed off the bed and turned around so that I stood on floor, bracing my hands on the mattress. Greyson stood behind me. He guided himself to my entrance and pushed into me again. I moaned when he did. He filled me up even more from behind and I gasped as he pushed into me slowly, then pulled out again. Greyson slid himself in and out of me a few times, working slowly and carefully as if he was fully aware of his size and the complications that came with it.

  After a while, as if he knew I was ready for it now, he pushed into me a little harder, picking up his pace. He held onto my hips and he hammered into me. I closed my fists around the sheets. My breasts swung back and forth as Greyson slammed into me from behind.

  I orgasmed again. It was sudden and intense this time, catching me off guard. I collapsed my arms, my ass in the air and my breasts brushing against my sheets.

  The night drew out and we explored each other, changing positions, losing ourselves and finding ourselves again. Greyson was amazing, making me feel beautiful and no matter what we did, no matter how compromising our positions, I felt confident around him, and able to give myself over completely. He held out an incredibly long time.

  Now he was on top of me again, my legs around his waist and his elbows on either side of my head so that our faces were only a breath away from each other. Our skins were slick with sweat, the sheets and my hair a tangled mess, and we were both breathing hard.

  Greyson started pumping his hips faster again. I was sensitive by now, rubbed raw, but I didn’t care. We’d had a beautiful time and I wanted Greyson to finish. I wanted him as satisfied as I was.

  It didn’t take very long before he finally came. I felt him pump and empty himself inside of me.

  Thinking about the baby reminded me that I had to talk to Greyson about it. I pushed th
e thoughts away. I wanted to finish this experience first.

  When Greyson’s orgasm was over, he slid and lay down next to me.

  “Wow,” he said.

  I smiled and nodded. It had been amazing.

  Greyson rolled onto his back and I moved so that I lay on his chest.

  This was where I was supposed to tell him about the baby. I had to tell him what was going on. But I didn’t know what he was going to say or how he was going to react, and honestly, I didn’t want to ruin this perfect night.

  I could talk to him about it later. Right now, I wanted to enjoy the bit of time I had left with him before he decided he never wanted to see me again. I didn’t know if that was how he would react, but if he did, I had to be ready for it.

  Like this, naked and vulnerable, I wasn’t ready for that at all.

  Chapter 17

  Greyson

  I opened my eyes to the soft light of dawn falling on my face through a crack in the curtains. This was the first time in a while that I hadn’t woken up in a tent or a hotel room. I was in Cara’s apartment, in her bed with her body curled around mine like a question mark. Her head was on my chest, her golden hair splayed out over my arm. She was fast asleep, her long lashes brushing her cheeks. I looked down at her, noticing the freckles on her nose. They were so light I could only see them from this proximity.

  Being this close to her was amazing. A sense of calm filled me when I thought about where I was and what we had done last night. I didn’t usually go back to the same women, preferring to have no strings attached. But Cara wasn’t just any woman. She was the woman I couldn’t stop thinking about, the woman I wanted to spend all my time with.

  When Caden had asked me when I was going to settle down I’d laughed at him. I didn’t think I would ever be in this spot. I hadn’t been ready to settle down, to commit to someone, to have anything that stopped me from soaring in my new, free life. But that was before I met Cara.

  Since that weekend in Twin Falls, everything had changed. It was hard to believe that one woman could change my entire outlook on life, but there it was.

  Of course, I wasn’t planning to settle down right away. This was only the second time we had been together. It was also the second time I had fucked her and I was glad I had gone back for more. Cara was the kind of woman that could change my mind about anything. Perry had been wrong when he said there were a million Cara’s in the world. There was only one.

  Cara moved, making a small sound before her eyes fluttered open. She looked up at me and smiled.

  “This is a nice way to wake up,” she said.

  “Tell me about it,” I said, grinning.

  She stretched and her naked body brushed against mine. Her skin was soft, her body warm, and my dick hardened under the sheets. I thought about going for round two but didn’t act on it. I wanted to spend time with Cara, not treat her like a good fuck. I wanted to get to know her for who she was, not for what I could get from her.

  I had never felt this way about a woman before. I had known that this feeling was possible, that there had to be someone out there, but I hadn’t expected to find her.

  Cara looked at the time.

  “It’s early yet,” she said.

  I nodded. “I don’t sleep in very often.”

  She smiled. “Yeah, me either. It wastes so much of the day.”

  I didn’t tell her how I thought it was so perfect that we were both morning people.

  “Do you have somewhere you need to be today?” Cara asked.

  “Nope, I can do whatever I want. In fact, I want to take you out.”

  Cara smiled. It was a cute smile, the type I realized she reserved only for me.

  “Okay,” she said.

  We took turns in the shower before I dressed in the same clothes I had worn last night. Before we headed out, we stopped by my hotel and I changed clothes, then we headed out in Cara’s car. I would have loved to take her out on my bike, but she seemed reluctant and I wasn’t going to push her. For a first date, we had already pushed it pretty far.

  Cara was amazing. The more time I spent with her, the more I liked her. I treated her, buying her flowers and snacks as we visited some of the local tourist attractions.

  “I never visit these places. I grew up here, so it’s never been on my to-do list,” Cara said, after we’d visited the Craters of the Moon Monument.

  We found a small restaurant and sat down for lunch. After we both ordered, Cara looked around.

  “I love this place.”

  I nodded, but I was staring at her. When she caught me staring, she blushed. It happened more often when I was around her and I loved it.

  “You live such a rich life,” Cara said. “I envy you.”

  I nodded. “It took some getting used to at first.”

  “What do you mean?”

  I could tell Cara, now. I didn’t get the feeling she was a gold digger. She had gone on a date with me, we had slept together, and we were spending the day together and it had nothing to do with my money.

  “I told you I worked in a restaurant,” I said. Cara nodded. “I helped my friend get the restaurant off the ground and worked for him as the head chef for a year and a half.” Then I explained to her about Caden’s grandmother passing away and Harper offering to pose as his fiancé.

  “When Caden got married, he gave me a lot of money, so that if I chose to, I could live my life without worrying about making a living.” I didn’t tell Cara how much money was involved, she didn’t need to know the detail.

  “That’s amazing,” Cara said. “It sounds like Caden is a friend in a million.”

  “They both are,” I said. “And I’m so lucky that I’m able to live the life I’ve always wanted to live.”

  Cara nodded. “I can imagine how liberating that must be. Do you miss the restaurant though?”

  “I do,” I said. “Quite often, actually. I miss seeing Caden and Harper every day. I used to work there every week, plus every other weekend. That’s a lot of time to spend with someone. So, I love being out here, but I miss home sometimes.”

  “Seattle,” Cara said. I had mentioned it to her throughout the day. It hadn’t mattered before, but now that we were spending more time together, I was starting to think about the distance between Twin Falls and Seattle. Of course, now that I had enough money that I didn’t have to work, I could be wherever I wanted. I could be close to Cara for as long as I wanted. But Seattle was still home. My friends and my family were all still there.

  “I would love to see the restaurant someday,” Cara said. “The way you talk about it seems like you really do like it there.”

  I nodded. “It’s my home. But you don’t have to wait for someday. Why don’t you come with me next weekend? We’ll go to Seattle. I’ll show you the restaurant and you can meet Caden and Harper.”

  Cara smiled and agreed. There was no hesitation and I loved that about her. I told her a bit more about the restaurant and what my place was like in Seattle. I was excited to take her home with me.

  I was aware that it was a big step to take in a short time. This was more than a trip to Seattle, I was taking Cara home, after I’d only known her for a very short time. I knew Caden and Harper would give me a lot of shit about introducing her, but I was willing to take it. For Cara, I was willing to take all the shit I was going to get from my friends because whatever they would say—that she was my weakness, that she had proven me wrong when I’d said I wasn’t going to consider love, that I wasn’t a loner after all—would be true.

  But I wanted to show Cara the life that had shaped me over the last two years. I wanted to show her the restaurant where I had been allowed to do whatever I wanted with my cooking when Caden had given me free reign in the kitchen. I wanted her to meet Harper, a woman that was dear to me and that could possibly become a good friend to Cara, too.

  I wanted her to be a part of my life. It wasn’t just about showing her. In that moment, I realized this was all about letting Ca
ra into my life. I had never felt this sure about anything in my life. I had never wanted a woman to be close enough to me to have the capacity to change my mind about the life I was living. But with Cara, it felt natural.

  What was I thinking? It was all so fast. I barely knew her. But even as I had those thoughts, it didn’t scare me. With Cara, it all felt right.

  Lunch together was relaxed as we visited and learned more about each other. We walked around, enjoying the city, the weather and the company.

  When the sun started sinking toward the horizon, and the daylight faded, we drove back to Cara’s apartment. I had to go at some point, but I didn’t want to leave. Being around Cara felt warm and right, and I just wanted to stay.

  She looked pale when she unlocked her door and I frowned, following her into the apartment.

  “Are you alright?” I asked.

  “I don’t feel well,” Cara said. “It’s probably nothing, just a long day.”

  She smiled at me. Since the start of our date last night we had done a lot.

  “Let me take care of you,” I said.

  Cara shook her head. “We’ve had a great day together. Let’s leave it at that. You can take care of me next weekend when we go to Seattle.”

  I nodded. She was right, maybe it was better not to push it right now. The date had already been almost twenty-four hours. I pulled Cara against me and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around me and after I kissed her, I held her in an embrace for a short while before we let go and stepped away from each other.

  “I’ll see you next weekend,” I said. “But I’ll call you before then, okay?”

  “I look forward to it,” Cara said. She looked exhausted.

  This was my cue. I had to go so she could take care of herself, get to bed and do whatever she needed to do. I said goodbye and left the apartment. Cara closed the door behind me, smiling after I winked at her, then walked to my bike which had been parked here since last night. I climbed on and turned the ignition. The bike growled to life and I glanced up at Cara’s windows one more time before turning my bike into the road and heading back to the hotel.