The British Billionaire's Baby

by Cristina Grenier

  It was the second-most impressive thing she’d seen that night, the first of which being Sebastian himself.

  “I take it you like it, then.” At the delicious, British tinged baritone behind her, she turned to take him in, her mind fairly boggled.

  When she’d first seen him at the exhibition, it had been an exercise in courage not to run in the opposite direction. A full head and shoulders above every other patron there, he had leapt out to her immediately simply because of his height. Then, there were his features. The man was attractive in a way that should be illegal, with elegant, sharp bone structure, a careless fall of ebony hair to his shoulders, a full mouth and a strong, jutting chin. The clothes he wore hugged broad shoulders and a trim waist, and though he hadn’t been dressed as elegantly as some of Estelle’s other male customers, his posture and grace were enough to identify him as one of the upper crust.

  A man who, Gabby knew, wouldn’t have spared her a second thought had they passed one another in the street. When she’d rammed into him in her effort to “mingle”, as Tristan had instructed her to do, she’d fully expected the full brunt of his disdain. She’d forgotten, however, that she was dressed to the nines and that must have been her saving grace. Not only had the man not reprimanded her, he’d looked at her as if she was the goddess Aphrodite incarnate.

  She’d struggled against the jitters that had leapt to life within her belly and, of course, after an evening of attempting to be polite and courteous, the real Gabby had reared her ugly head. To her shock, her antics had not only intrigued Sebastian, but she’d spent the rest of the evening with the man – and she hadn’t even had to pretend to be high class.

  She was pretty sure Tristan would be furious when he found she’d ducked out on her own exhibition, but it seemed to be getting on fine without her, and Sebastian's kiss had caught her completely off guard, effectively dissolving any rational thought she might have had.

  She wanted him – and it was pretty evident that he wanted her; even if she had no idea why. It was obvious that she and he came from completely different worlds. But if he was willing to throw preconceptions out the window for a single night of debauchery, she certainly had no complaints.

  “I think that’s an understatement. This place is fabulous.” Crossing the room, she sank onto a sofa that was just as plush at it looked, a moan of delight escaping her as she tossed her shoes onto the dense, spotless carpet. “Sweet, Christ, I’m never getting up off this couch.”

  Chuckling, Sebastian toed off his own shoes, moving to join her on. When he lifted one of her feet onto his lap, she panicked momentarily before she remembered that her feet had undergone an expensive pedicure only hours before and were thusly pretty damn cute. She’d have to thank Tristan when she got a chance. “What are you doing?”

  “I recall I promised you a foot massage.” Christ, she’d never known how sexy a British accent could be until it flowed from Sebastian’s lips. Before she could protest, dexterous fingers began working the sore arch of her foot and a low groan of bliss escaped her.

  “Jesus Christ…Sebastian…that’s amazing.”

  She flexed her toes in his grip and he growled lowly, the sound sending a thrill of arousal through her. “You utter that sound again and it won’t last very long, I assure you.”

  Her eyes met his deep blue gaze and her breath caught at the desire she found there. This was like something out a fever dream - a gorgeous man massaging her feet in luxurious surroundings that probably cost more than she made in a year. It occurred to her that while she’d spilled her entire life story over a few glasses of bubbly, she knew relatively little about the man she was about to jump into bed with. He was British, smoldering and obviously moneyed – from a town she’d never even heard of and in New York for reasons unknown. At this juncture, she didn’t think she should ask. There were other ways they could be spending their time.

  Straightening on the sofa, she slid her foot from his grasp as she swallowed thickly. “Are you going to help me out of this dress? I don’t think I can manage.”

  Sebastian’s eyes darkened in desire. “Gabrielle, I am going to help you out of every scrap of clothing you’re wrapped in. Then I’m going to help you to climax. Repeatedly.”

  A shiver of arousal traversed the length of her spine. Jesus Christ, this man was going to be the death of her. “Please do.” It was probably the most tasteful phrase she’d uttered all evening, and Sebastian fixed her with an utterly wicked grin as he reached for her. Within seconds, Gabby was in his arms, his mouth crushed to hers.

  He tasted like wine – dark, spicy and drugging, and his mouth moved over hers masterfully, his tongue teasing her own until she was whimpering in want. As he kissed her leisurely, he reached behind her to draw the zipper of her dress inexorably downward to her waist. When it would go no further, the silk was pushed down over her shoulders to pool around the smallest part of her. Beneath it, she was wearing yet another contraption Tristan had insisted upon – some lacy, backless, strapless contraption that she marveled was even still in place. When Sebastian took in the sight of her breasts, pressed high and plumped for his appraisal, a ragged breath escaped him. “If you tell me that this is another of Tristan’s trappings, I shall have to kill the bastard, whichever sex he prefers.”

  She laughed softly. “If it make you feel better, he hasn’t seen me in it.”

  “Too right, he hasn’t.” Leaning forward, the man lowered his mouth to her throat, moving downward in a series of lackadaisical, heated kisses that had Gabriel squirming beneath him. When he finally reached the barrier of her complicated brassiere, he nipped playfully at the valley of her breasts before finding the fastening of the garment and undoing it. After that, it was just a matter of unpeeling the cups and discarding the damned thing on the coffee table.

  “How did you do that?” Gabrielle’s inquiry came in an awed voice, even as Sebastian was staring at her bared breasts like a man starved.

  “Perseverance.” Then, his mouth closed over a nipple and Gabby had a very hard time forming rational thoughts. Sebastian was lingering and thorough, his tongue circling the hardened little nub before suckling at it until she gasped in pleasure. Gently, he eased her legs apart as he worked her skirt upward. He released her breast with a soft pop before switching to its twin.

  A delirious moan escaped Gabby as he found the heat of her and brought his palm flush against it. The way he’d kissed her in the cab had been enough for her to grow slick against the thin lace and now, she only grew moister as he rocked his hand back and forth over her. One arm wrapped around his neck, tunneling through his hair as the other clutched his shoulders and her breath hitched.

  The man’s torturous mouth nipped at her aureole and Gabrielle undulated against him as pleasure spiked through her. “Sebastian! Jesus…” A completely unflattering sound of surprise escaped her as the man lifted her into his arms, standing from the couch as he raised his head to gaze down at her. “Let’s relocate, shall we?”

  She could hardly have refused him at that moment. Had he suggested that she stand on her head and sing God Save the Queen, she would have done it. Instead, he merely kissed her once more, sucking at her lower lip as he carried her down a short hallway to an expansive bedroom. Gabby barely had time to take in the lush decorations before she found herself standing on the carpet as Sebastian slid her dress down and completely off her – leaving her in the briefest pair of panties she owned.

  “Bloody hell.” Gabby gasped as he straightened so he was on his knees before her, placing a series of searing kisses over her hip and lower abdomen so her legs went weak and she clutched his shoulders for purchase. “You’re going to kill me, Gabby.”

  Funny, she’d just been thinking the same thing. Within moments, however, Gabby wasn’t thinking anything at all. Sebastian had tugged her panties to one side and his very eager tongue slid over the drenched slit of her in an eager lap. The young woman cried out, her knees trembling as they threatened to give way b
eneath her. Sebastian responded with a firm hold on her hips, drawing one of her legs up and over his shoulder as he supported her.

  Gabrielle moaned and whimpered, her entire body jerking as the man proceeded to devastate her with his clever mouth. His tongue darted among her clenching muscles before circling her clit agonizingly so she cried his name. He kissed over her wet folds before suckling on her clitoris powerfully. Gabrielle wobbled, clutching at the edge of the bed for purchase as her vision momentarily went white. The man was eating at her as if it were his last meal, and she didn’t know how much more she could endure. “Sebastian…”She moaned, before his name left her on something unflattering close to a shriek. “Sebastian! Please! God, please!”

  He groaned against the hot, wet folds of her and the sound vibrated through her, rocketing her towards a delicious, all-encompassing orgasm that sent her body into a fit of shivers. Gabby cried out, clinging to him as pleasure wracked her body. It seemed to last for an eternity, and when it was finally over, her legs felt like jelly.

  Gently, Sebastian eased her back into a sitting position on the bed before he looked up at her, his expression smug. The man’s mouth gleamed with the fruits of her orgasm and she flushed brightly as he licked his lips deliberately. “Again?” It was the single most arousing thing she’d ever heard and she shuddered, barely able to speak.

  “No…no, not again. I think I might pass out.”

  He chuckled darkly, rising to a standing position to strip his polo over his head, never taking his eyes from her. His t-shirt soon followed and Gabby swallowed thickly as she took in the expanse of a beautifully muscled chest and deliciously toned arms.

  It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fucking fair.

  Who was this man?

  She continued to watch, transfixed, as he shucked his slacks and then the boxer briefs beneath them, leaving him gloriously naked. Gabby’s heart leapt into her throat as she took in the sight of the arousal that bobbed against his flat stomach, jutting from a thatch of ebony curls at the crux of powerful thighs. “Oh. My. God.”

  His lips quirked in an amused smirk. “Sebastian’ will be just fine.”

  Gabby’s face flamed at his words before she attempted to glare at him. “You’re not funny. Not at all.”

  “Aren’t I?” He came towards her, his weight dipping the bed on either side of her as he straddled her thighs, forcing her to lie back against the divinely soft coverlet. “Too British for you, Gabrielle?”

  Raising her hands, she ran them indulgently over the expanse of his chest, marveling at the unyielding muscle beneath her fingertips. “Oh no. Just enough.”

  “Just enough?”

  “Mmhm.”

  “Unacceptable.” Her gaze jerked to his in surprise to find him gazing at her hotly. “I won’t consider the job done until you’re begging me for more.” Liquid lust shot through her veins as she found herself ready for another round far more quickly than she’d thought possible. Sebastian’s hands encircled her waist, lifting her higher on the bed a moment before the blunt head of his erection slid against her entrance.

  He teased her, rubbing the stiff flesh over the cleft of her again and again until she was cursing him, arching her hips in an attempt to have him inside her. Sebastian lowered his head to press his mouth to hers, effectively distracting her for the moment he needed to thrust deep into her clenching wetness.

  Gabby gasped against his mouth, reaching up to curl her fingers into his shoulders as he cleaved deep – so deep that she swore she could feel him touch the very core of her. He began a slow, leisurely rhythm within her, his hips positioning against her own so she felt the depth of every thrust. Gabby arched and trembled as he took her, feeling every ridge of his erection as it throbbed within her, brushing places she’d forgotten existed.

  Bearing her to the bed, Sebastian groaned, his face buried in her shoulder as he pressed into her with more and more strength. Gabby didn’t realize that it was because she was pleading for him to go harder – faster, until the words were choked off when he touched somewhere within her that made her entire body jerk with sensation. When he exploited the spot again, she screamed – completely unabashedly.

  She let Sebastian ply her until her body was a gooey mass of pure delectation, and when her orgasm began to crest, suddenly, she was in no state to prevent it. All she could do was clutch at the coverlet, the pillows, and her lover’s arms – anything to keep her grounded as she hurtled with breakneck speed towards her peak.

  When she came again, it was held tightly against Sebastian’s wide chest, trembling as spasms of pleasure shot through her. Above her, Sebastian groaned loudly, his entire form going taut a moment before his hips lurched convulsively against hers, spearing deep. Gabby felt the flood of his orgasm within her and moaned, sagging against the bed at the sensation.

  For at least five minutes after, neither of them moved or spoke. Sebastian collapsed atop her with his full, substantial weight, but instead of finding it unbearable, Gabby found the warmth only comforting. How long had it been since sex had left her in such a boneless, gooey puddle of bliss?

  Maybe never.

  Ultimately, Sebastian rolled from her and onto his back beside her, a long, satisfied sigh escaping him. His hair was mussed from his exertions, and he looked so unlike the proper British persona he’d emitted all night that she couldn’t help but laugh. One of his eyes opened to gaze at her in inquiry. “What’s so funny?”

  “You,” She managed through her giggles, turning onto her side to gaze down at him. “I’ve decided that I find you hilarious after all.”

  “Do you, now?” Gabrielle gasped as the man suddenly shot upright, pulling her into his embrace to tumble both of them onto the sleekly carpeted floor. Within moments, he’d maneuvered her onto her stomach and was straddling her once more, his renewed erection pressing tantalizingly about the curve of her behind. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”

  And they did. At great length.

  When Gabby awoke the next morning, every muscle in her body sore from the bevy of sexual adventures she’d experienced the previous night, she couldn’t help but grin. Part of her had been worried that it had, indeed, been a dream. Now, awaking in the middle of the feather bed in Sebastian’s suite, her fears were assuaged.

  She sat up, squinting at the bright rays of sunlight beginning to pierce the wooden blinds that covered the windows. Immediately, she knew that she was alone. Sebastian had gone off to do whatever it was that occupied his days, and that was fine with her. Last night had been utterly mind-blowing, more than she’d ever hoped for. As she slid to the side of the bed, her hand fell on a sheet of paper on the pillow beside hers. Arching a brow, she picked it up to read the note that had been written there in a sprawling, masculine script.

  Gabby,

  I apologize for sneaking out. I’ve several things that I must attend to today and I didn’t want to wake you. I’ve taken the liberty of ordering a hot breakfast for you, which should be waiting in the parlor. Additionally, your dress is being dry cleaned and will be returned to you around ten AM. If you’re in a terrible rush and would prefer it sent to another address, just inform the front desk and they’ll take care of it.

  Feel free to make use of the room for as long as you’d like. I likely won’t be back until late. I don’t feel remiss in telling you that I greatly enjoyed our time together. You’re both a talented artist and a tantalizing woman. Manhattan is a more interesting place with you in it.

  Best,

  -S

  Gabrielle’s lips curved upward in a mixture of amusement and admiration. The man was just polite enough without conveying any plans to see her in the future – a tactful dismissal if ever there was one. Luckily enough for him, she wasn’t some clinging, insane psycho bitch. She had enough memories now to keep herself occupied for months, possibly years to come.

  Rising from the bed, she set the note aside and made her way into the expansive bathroom, whistling at the veritable miles of
polished marble. She was going to take a very long, very indulgent shower. And then, she’d take advantage of the breakfast Sebastian had ordered. She figured she deserved a leisurely, relaxing morning before she faced Tristan’s inevitable wrath.

  And even when she did, she knew that the elder man’s concerns would roll off. This morning, she was walking on cloud nine, and she didn’t know of a single thing that could bring her down.

  CHAPTER 4 – Two Purple Lines

  He was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate.

  Though Sebastian had agreed to the deal his business associate had suggested almost an hour ago, the man was still rambling on about profit margins and the resources they would need. It was almost as if he assumed that Sebastian hadn’t read the fifty page report he’d sent him beforehand.

  He had, of course, and found everything quite sound. He wouldn’t have agreed to the deal if he didn’t.

  So, here he was, staring up at the man as he continued to drone on, his thoughts drifting aimlessly.

  Well, not so aimlessly. As seemed to be his pattern lately, he worried over his parents and political obligations for a few moments before an image of Gabrielle Arnold slid firmly to the forefront of his mind. She lay beneath him, her back arched as he gripped one of her lovely ankles to his shoulder and drove into her in a mindless rhythm.

  Even now, two weeks later, he could remember the way she’d felt around him – her intoxicating moans and the clenching tightness of her inner muscles. Since he’d had her, she’d never been far from his mind, and he found himself struggling to concentrate in meetings that demanded his rapt attention.

  He was still in Manhattan and part of him was tempted to reach out and find her again. However, Sebastian knew the folly of such an idea. If he kept Gabby around, then she would eventually learn the truth of his identity, and that was always a catastrophe. While he didn’t particularly fear her trying to steal his money or leech from his fame, he preferred that she think of him as merely Sebastian. Things were easier that way.