by Jada Sioux
BILLIONAIRE’S FORBIDDEN BABY
BWWM SURPRISE PREGNANCY ROMANCE NOVEL
BY
JADA SIOUX
A TASTE OF WHAT’S TO COME…
She glanced around quickly, getting that all too familiar deer in the headlights vibe that he kept managing to coax out of her. She felt vulnerable, but not a bad kind of vulnerable. No, it was the kind of vulnerable where she expected to be thrown on the table and fucked until every ounce of trepidation left her body. The walls facing the corridor were all glass, so there was little doubt that he wouldn’t quite do that, but a girl could dream, right?
Damien leant against the door, studying her with interest. She squirmed a little in place. Kiara had opted for a nice, tight crème skirt that day and a white blouse that showed off all her assets without coming across cheap. She was wearing her favorite nude Manolo pumps – a pair she had spent long saving for. She pushed her shoulders back and gave Damien a smile, ignoring the pooling wetness between her legs. Damn her body for remembering how good he felt next to her.
“Been a while, Kiara.” Damien said simply, smirking.
“Three weeks, I think,” Kiara offered meekly, sounding far more girlish than she usually did.
Her heart pounded like she was being chased by a wolf, and she wasn’t entirely sure if that was not the case.
“I’ve been thinking about you.”
“You have?” she asked, her voice wavering.
She wanted to throw herself into his arms and kiss him madly, but she held herself back. She wasn’t that kind of woman. She could be above simple physical urges when her future was on the line, couldn’t she?
“Yes.”
That single word made her world turn upside down. Could it be that she’d been on his mind as much as he had been on hers? She didn’t know what to say. Damien took a step closer and grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her into his arms. Kiara gasped, her hands pressed against his strong chest. She bit her lower lip as she felt his erection hard against her. What she wouldn’t have given to touch him, to love him.
“Someone’s going to see us!” Kiara said, throwing worried looks at the corridor.
Any moment, someone could pass by. What would she say then? “Oh, never mind me. We’re trying out a new ‘all inclusive’ deal with the client?” Pfft.
“Let them,” he growled, spinning her around and pinning her between his rock-hard body and the door.
His hand trekked down her side until it reached the bottom hem of her skirt and slipped under it, yanking the fabric up until his palm was flat against her sex, spreading her legs. Kiara whimpered, pushing her head back. He grinned, danger lurking behind his eyes. It was mesmerizing. Like a bunny staring at a snake about to kill her, she couldn’t take her eyes off of his.
Copyright © 2015 Jada Sioux
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
A TASTE OF WHAT’S TO COME…
TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
EPILOGUE
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
CHAPTER ONE
Kiara
Kiara was awoken by a curious warmth that tingled from her core and spread right through her arms and legs. The veil of sleep hung heavily on her lids, and she could vaguely recognize a brazen throbbing somewhere behind her eyes, but it seemed like a small price to pay for a moment of bliss. Reflexively, she groaned and arched her back as the coil of pleasure wound tighter in her, sending sparks of heat skittering through her.
A tingle ran up her spine, soft and playful at first but quickly growing and igniting something primal in her. Finally, when her lips could no longer contain the moan she’d been trying to swallow, her eyes fluttered open.
His stubble rasped against her sex as his tongue worked its magic, making her whimper and the muscles in her thighs convulse uncontrollably.
“Oh my god,” Kiara gasped, raking her fingers through the man’s short, dirty blonde hair and clenching her thighs.
He gave her a devilish look, his brilliant blue eyes twinkling with mischief and need. His tongue flicked across her clit, and she twitched, the jolt of lust rendering her speechless. A squeal tumbled from her lips. Not at all ladylike, but Kiara wasn’t in a particularly ladylike mood. What was his name again? She couldn’t pretend to remember. It was lost somewhere amongst last night’s bar bill and their first kiss. Oh, but did it matter when his tongue did that?
Any other time, it would definitely have mattered. Kiara Lockett was not the kind of woman to pick up a guy at a bar, and she certainly wasn’t the kind of woman to let that man take her to his apartment and make hot, raunchy, wicked love to her.
Especially when she was in New York City for just one day and supposed to give the biggest presentation of her career the very next morning. But, there she was, on a bed that seemed bigger than her entire apartment and her mocha skin covered by sheets with ridiculous thread counts, being no less than worshipped by a man who looked good enough to eat right up.
Not a thought about work dared bother the perfection that was her morning. Kiara caught her plush lower lip between her teeth as a shudder trembled through her, shaking her to the core. Oh, he was a wicked man alright.
“Yes, right there!” she begged as his tongue taunted her.
He complied. His tongue swirled across her clit first in slow and then fast circles, driving her wild. Two fingers followed, pushing into her, and the world went blissfully black for a moment, before erupting in color. The animal scream that growled from her throat sounded more beast than woman to her, but that was just the kind of noises he’d made her utter all night. Maybe she’d got two hours of rest between the last bout of unforgettable sex, or maybe she hadn’t. It hardly mattered, really.
Kiara tumbled over the edge, her nails scraping across his neck and
scalp, until the man crept up her body with a trail of fast kisses all along her already burning skin.
Her hazel eyes met his blues, and she moaned hard as his lips mashed against hers, leaving her with the taste of him and her sex combining together on her tongue. Pure heaven. Strong hands spread her legs, and he sunk between her thighs, his hard, impressive erection against her belly. Kiara trailed her fingertips along the throbbing cock, still just as appreciative as the first time he’d treated her to it. Her orgasm slowly let her out of its grasp and gave her a moment to focus on him.
Dammit, what was his name? Jake? Roger? Clyde? No, that didn’t sound right. Something preppy and tinted with money, anyway. But, with a face like his and a body that was carved straight out of marble, Kiara was ready to call him whatever he wanted to be called. At least for that night.
“Just a second, sugar,” he rasped, his tone a bit gruff, a bit low.
It made her tingle. It made her want to do whatever he wanted her to do. For once, she didn’t mind feeling that way. The nickname would have scraped her ears out of anyone else’s mouth, but coming from him it felt perfect – endearing, sexy, hot.
The sandy-haired devil reached across the bed and sneaked a condom from the bedside table. Kiara spied at least half a dozen torn wrappers, and a grin curved across her lips. One hell of a night in the arms of a man unlike any she’d met – forceful, commanding, completely sure of what and how he wanted – a real alpha male. She never went for that type but he had been hard to say no to, and hell if he didn’t know it.
He slashed through the packaging and slipped it on, and a second later, he was already in her, sending her world tumbling and her mind spinning once more. For just the faintest moment, Kiara recalled something about a condom ripping last night, but the immediate pleasure that took her quickly wiped that troubling thought from her mind.
He grabbed her by her wide, luscious hips and ground into her, stretching her with his size. The man was big, no doubt about it. Kiara’s nails scratched over his arms, bucking against him as he rained hot kisses on her mouth and neck.
The world was washed away by waves of ecstasy. For a while, it was just the rhythm of their bodies that kept Kiara interested, focusing all of her attention. She moaned as he caught one of her nipples between his teeth and sucked on it, making it peak into a tight little nub. Strong hands kneaded her ass, making her curve her body more towards him, letting him go deeper – though she could hardly imagine it being possible. Her legs locked on his lower back, wanting him as close as she could get him. Harder. Faster. More.
“That’s it, sugar. Scream for me,” he hissed into her ear, and she gladly did as she was told.
Her body cramped and flexed, and she screamed pure release. He growled, and with a few jerky thrusts, she knew he was close. Her hands slid over his ass and squeezed the hard, perfect muscles. The satisfying slump of his body and gasp for breath, hidden under a deep growl, told her that she’d treated him to the same kind of pleasure he’d shown her.
He rolled off of her and pulled her to him in the same smooth move, her head soon resting on his wide chest.
“That was better than any coffee. Wouldn’t mind this every morning,” he said, a satisfied exhaustion creeping into his tone.
She murmured something unintelligible in response. That was all she could muster, really. Her dark hair spread around her like a halo, tumbling over the planes of his chest in a silky waterfall. That Brazilian blowout had been completely worth the money, even if it wasn’t going to help her much during her big presentation that day. The presentation! Shit.
Kiara sat up suddenly, ramrod straight, whipping her head around in a desperate search for her phone.
“Hey, where’s the rush? We can have coffee too, you know,” he joked with a playful smirk, hoisting himself on one elbow.
Dammit. He was just as hot when he wasn’t making love to her. No, not love. Sex! That’s all it was, right? Kiara pulled a hand through her hair, throwing her legs over the edge of the bed and scrambling up on her feet. She tossed through the clothes that were sprawled all across the bedroom and seemed to lead out to the rest of the apartment (which she’d barely glanced at as they’d made their entrance in the middle of the night), her heartbeat pummeling loudly in her ears.
“Where is it!” she screeched.
“Where’s what?”
“My phone,” Kiara huffed, finally finding her purse tossed under a chair next to the door.
She pulled it out and time seemed to slow down for a fraction of a second. It was 9:05. Her meeting was in 40 minutes. And she didn’t even know where she was. Or with whom she was! There weren’t enough curse words to convey her sudden and urgent disappointment with herself. She should have known better than to agree to have tequila shots with a man who looked like trouble.
“Not a bad view,” he mused.
Kiara’s eyes widened in realization, peeking over her shoulder. She was on her knees, hunched over with her plump ass up in the air and he – whoever he was – was obviously enjoying the view.
“Do you mind?”
“No, no I don’t,” he said, chuckling as he threw a tissue in a wastebasket across the room and stood up from the bed.
Kiara jumped up on her feet, pulling the little black dress she had worn last night up off the hardwood floor. She was blushing scarlet red. It wasn’t made any better by the fact that she could vaguely remember being on her hands and knees on that very same floor just a few hours ago. She pulled on her strapless bra and slithered into the dress, cursing her choice of attire. It was a walk of shame dress if there ever was any.
“Can you tell me where we are? I need a cab really quick.”
The hint of desperation in her voice wiped the smirk off his face, and her heart twitched slightly as she saw the hint of disappointment that clouded his expression.
“That’s okay. I’ll call you one.”
“Thank you,” she sighed with relief, skulking out of the bedroom to find her pumps and hopefully her panties.
She couldn’t find them anywhere, but she might not have been looking hard enough, as the view in the living room knocked the breath right out of her lungs. It was spectacular. She could hardly believe that this good of a view of the city was possible at all, let alone from the apartment that she had accidentally landed herself in last night.
It seemed like the entirety of New York sprawled out in front of her, reaching as far as the eye could see and bustling with the Friday morning traffic she had planned so carefully to avoid by cleverly taking obscure routes that would get her right to her meeting. That obviously wasn’t going to happen.
“Like the view?” a rumbling question sounded behind her, immediately sending her buzzing with need again.
That man. Damn him all the way to hell. Kiara tossed her hair over her shoulder and whipped around, perfectly ready to storm out and shrug off the pleasant conversation in its entirety. But it was so hard to do when he stood in the middle of the room, wearing a wolfish grin and dressed only in a pair of boxers that were begging to be peeled off of him.
It was the first time she’d really got a good look at him in daylight, and he might just have looked better than the cityscape. Tall, broad-shouldered and at the peak of fitness – he looked like he should have been in one of those ridiculous spreads in Men’s Fitness with photoshopped abs and biceps that looked like they could lift the world. But he wasn’t photoshopped. Oh no. She knew, she’d licked, kissed or groped every square inch of his body over the last eight hours.
“Yes,” she finally muttered, the heat of her blush threatening to make her combust and burn with the force of a hundred angry suns.
“Good. You’re welcome back any time, sugar. Find what you were looking for?”
Kiara shook her head dumbly, making her feet move again as she spotted her spiky pumps across the room. She had to brush past really close to him, her nostrils filling with his blatantly masculine scent and that morning warmth that called to
crawl back under the covers with him. She plucked up her pumps and put them on. Kiara gave a heavy breath and found herself clutching her little purse with deathly force, painfully aware that she still had no idea where her panties were.
“I need to go now.”
“I got that. Your cab should be out front.”
“Okay! Thank you…” his name still evading her memory.
He smirked, padding across the floor towards her. Kiara froze on the spot as he pulled her against him and spread a lingering, intense kiss on her lips that had her immediately wet again. Her fingers brushed across his chest and abs, his pale skin a stark contrast against hers. Only her brain wanted to go, all of her body wanted to stay rooted in spot. Thankfully, it was he who broke the kiss, pulling away.
“Damien.”
“Right. Kiara.”
“Pleasure to meet you.”
“Likewise.”
She cracked a smile, but as soon as he smiled back, she tore herself away from him. A second more and she would never go. When the door slammed shut behind her, she could hear him yelling after her with a chuckle in his voice.
“Come back any time!”
Of course something like that would only happen to her when she was a 5-hour flight away from being able to take him up on the offer.
CHAPTER TWO
Kiara
The cab ride downtown was blessedly short and uneventful. Kiara could hardly believe she could manage another complication anyway.
“Gwyneth’s going to kill me. Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she murmured under her breath.
