A Billionaire's Heart (Erotic Romance Bundle)

by Dalia Daudelin

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck! Don't stop!”

  He kept fucking her until he came hard within her, his hot sperm pounding against her cervix. She could almost feel his swimmers trying their best to impregnate her.

  He groaned and, once his balls were spent, he collapsed on top of her. He laughed as their foreheads bumped together. Rolling off of her and rubbing his forehead, he took her hand and held it tight.

  “I'm glad you'll be staying with me. And maybe it's selfish, but I hope it's for a long time.”

  She nodded, smiling. “I hope so, too, Joel.”

  She felt warm and content. She crawled up to the top of the bed while Joel went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and they laid next to each other, nude.

  “Joel?” She asked into the darkness. She hoped she didn't wake up.

  “Mm?”

  “Thank you for coming to save me. If it wasn't for you…”

  He sat up a bit, and in the darkness she could see his face, though only barely. “If you ever need my help, for anything, I will be there for you. Even if tonight was just a one time thing, I will be there for you. Do you understand?”

  She did. It was strange to her, knowing that she might love and be loved in return. She smiled, wrapping her arm over his chest and finally falling into a dreamless sleep.

  Desperate To Get Pregnant

  Trying To Conceive

  Selena Savage

  Carrie had been looking forward to her wedding since she was six years old. There was something about women in that big white dress, like a princess. She'd waited, like so many girls, to feel that way.

  Dan had made her feel like a princess long before he got down on his knee and asked her to be his wife. Old-fashioned didn't begin to describe him. But she had to be honest—she really enjoyed the feeling that he gave her, time and again, the feeling that she was special. Like she was the only woman in the world to him. She said yes, and they'd started planning right away.

  Planning for the wedding, planning for the honeymoon, planning for their life. She sat in the car, on the way to the reception, and now it all seemed like it was happening too slowly. Twenty years, excited for the wedding, and now she couldn't wait to be done with it. She had something new to be excited about, now. Something much bigger.

  "Dan, please? Can't we just have a few minutes, you know…to ourselves?"

  He put a hand on her thigh. They both knew what she was so anxious about. They both wanted kids. Nearly as long as she'd wanted to be a bride, Carrie had wanted to be a mother, and she was ready to get started as soon as he was. If she could have pulled over and done it in a McDonald's bathroom she would've, as long as it was with her husband.

  "We can wait. Your parents are going to be so excited, you know they'll want to talk to you, and the whole party will be there. I know it's hard, but it's going to be all worth it. Trust me."

  Carrie let her gloved hand fall into her lap, squeezing her new husband's hand. "Okay. Just this once, though. As soon as we get home—"

  "Of course," he said, smiling. As soon as they got home.

  The limousine pulled up behind the banquet hall and the uniformed driver came out to open the door for them both. She followed Dan out into the thronging mass of friends and family. The attention, the affection, they both were getting from the crowd helped to remind Carrie what she had been doing all of this for.

  She was tired, she knew, and the stress of planning everything, of getting the initial house payments together, of making sure that the schedule fit for everyone… all of it had been getting to her for a long time. Since she'd said yes a year ago, not a day had gone by where she didn't think that she hadn't realized what she was getting herself into.

  She and Dan could have eloped. Should have eloped, she thought to herself sarcastically. Then they would have had a much easier time with all of this. But deep down she knew that she wouldn't have been happy with that, no more than Danny would. Sitting at the table, overlooking the entire room as they ate and talked and laughed was the first of their steps together as a married couple, but it wouldn't be the last.

  The party seemed to go on forever—a long affair of speeches and meals, followed by drinking and dancing. A wonderful time, full of happy memories for years to come, but, Carrie thought bitterly and a little bit drunkenly, it didn't put a baby in her.

  The limousine pulled up in front of the house and the driver got out, opening the door. Dan smiled up at him apologetically and gestured to his sleeping wife. He'd known she was exhausted, but she'd been desperate to spend some time… as husband and wife, he thought, jokingly. He gently moved her to the other side of the cabin and climbed out of the car, going around to the other side and opening the opposite door. He carried her through the threshold, their first night together in their new home.

  They both slept like stones, neither bothering to take off their clothing from the reception. The morning would be sore and rushed, but they had already packed. That was the sort of woman Dan had married, and now that he was ready to pass out even before he made it to the bed, he appreciated it. As soon as he had laid his wife down, he kicked off his shoes and climbed into bed behind her. He was asleep the second his head hit the pillow.

  The alarm didn't seem to wake Carrie, so much as she woke while it buzzed across the room. She looked up to check the time. Good, she thought. Just enough time. Her head pounded, but she forced herself up, and peeled her clothes off even as she started running the water for her shower.

  Waiting for it to heat up, standing in the doorway in the nude, she watched her new husband. It was strange, reading all the accounts of the people who had been promiscuous through college. She'd told herself it wasn't a moral stance, that she just hadn't found the right guy to give herself to.

  Once she had, he'd taken the stance for her. They were going to wait, because waiting made it all that much sweeter in the end. She hadn't doubted him, but that didn't mean she didn't want to anticipate their vows, either. Now, she wanted nothing more than to jump into bed with him, and awaken him with pleasure.

  They could stay home, she though, only half-joking. Who needs a honeymoon when you've got two weeks vacation and a bedroom? She loved watching him sleep. He looked so peaceful. Like a boy.

  She turned to check the water. Hot, like she liked it. She climbed in. By the time she came out, though, she realized her mistake. The water had been such a blessing, such a delight—they were going to have to hurry.

  "Danny, wake up," she said, shaking him. He jumped awake, his eyes shooting open.

  "What's up?"

  "Hop in the shower, babe. We have twenty minutes to get in the car. Sorry I didn't wake you sooner."

  "No, it's fine," he said, stripping as he walked.

  She'd spent enough time with him to know what his body was like. She'd seen him without a shirt before, of course. But it seemed like now, now that they were married and she was finally able to make her marriage with him real, there was something else. The way his muscles moved under his skin while he walked, he looked…

  Perfect, she thought. He looked absolutely perfect.

  She pulled on a tee shirt and some sweatpants. The flight was going to be a long one, and there was no reason not to dress like a slouch. But that didn't stop her from doing her hair, she thought. The braids came together quickly, as she was rushing, and then she tucked them back.

  As the last pin went into place, she felt something behind her—a body pressed up against hers, and the warm coffee scent of Dan's filled her nostrils. "Hey, are you almost ready?"

  She turned and smiled, kissing his lips. They'd kissed more times than she could count, but now it seemed different. There was a fire there, inside her, that she hadn't counted on. He pressed her back into the dresser, and she realized that he wasn't wearing anything. She could feel him pressing into her as they kissed.

  "You have no idea how much I want to, but we can't. You've got seven minutes to get dressed, babe."

  "I know," he said, a
lready moving toward the closet and pulling out jeans and a tee shirt. It went on easy, covering him up from her gaze, but somehow it only helped to make the lines of his body more defined.

  Instead of covering him up, it revealed more, drew attention to the right places. Carrie had to refocus herself, to force herself to think about the task at hand. She checked her purse, made sure the keys were still in it. Picked up her carry-on bag, the checked luggage handle, and stood by the door ready to go. Dan joined her a moment later, and they were away.

  The rush of getting out of the house, of driving to the airport, turned into a long wait once they were through security. It was nearly dead, thanks to it being Wednesday, and the lines hadn't been as bad as they'd feared. Rather than being cut just down to the wire, they had an hour to kill.

  Carrie knew how she'd like to be spending it, but she'd already moved past that. Doing that wasn't an option any more, not until they touched down in Hawaii and checked into their hotel.

  The plane trip was 15 minutes shy of 12 hours—but it was mercifully short, thanks to their shared exhaustion. Carrie woke up just as the islands came into view, and a few short minutes later the captain announced they'd be making their descent.

  They had all the time in the world to themselves, now, she thought. But they didn't. Not really. She knew, she'd made the itinerary herself. When she'd been planning it all out, it made sense to her that they'd want to really drink in Hawaii, to experience it as much as possible.

  What an idiot. The only thing she wanted to drink in now was her husband, but she'd already paid in advance for seats at a fancy dinner and a show. Stupid.

  They should have had an hour or more between landing and a nine o'clock supper, but that was quickly eaten up by confusion with her bank back home—they didn't want to authorize a charge of several hundred dollars so far away.

  On the other hand, when she tried to call to confirm that it was, indeed, her making the charges, she was put on hold and passed around between a half-dozen phone operators before finally someone was able to authorize it. Checking the time on her phone, she was unhappy to discover they'd spent nearly forty minutes, not only of the teller's time, but of their own time.

  They'd be lucky to have time enough to change in to proper clothes before they had to leave again, straight away. How time flies, Carrie thought bitterly. The more that happened the more that she saw the wisdom in her joking thought to stay home for their honeymoon.

  They made it, and thankfully check-in was painless. She made a point to tell the young woman behind the counter how glad she was that the service was so prompt and easy, but it didn't give them any extra time. The luau was twenty minutes out of the hotel, and they had barely thirty-five by the time they'd checked in.

  Dan looked at her over the rim of his glasses. "We don't have to go, if you don't want to, you know."

  "But we've already paid for it," came the protest, but it sounded weak even to Carrie's ears.

  "We can afford to miss. It was only, what, twenty dollars each?"

  Carrie slumped down in the sofa. "Forty."

  "We can afford it. Come here," he said, patting his lap.

  Carrie obliged her husband and slid over enough to lay her head down in his lap, looking up at him. "You're sure?"

  "Positive. We can get something to eat later if you're hungry."

  "I'm not," she confessed.

  "Me neither."

  There was something in his voice that made Carrie sit up and look at him. He looked hungry, whether he said so or not. But realization dawned on her as she sat, looking at her husband: he wasn't hungry for supper.

  "You want to go to bed?" Dan's voice was low and rumbled pleasantly in his wife's ears. It promised of the things to come, of the night they would have together. Igniting feelings she had been forcing herself to put in the back of her mind for years.

  She leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his lips, moving to straddle his lap. They sat there like that, kissing and holding each other, for a few minutes. Carrie's phone started to beep, and she looked over. Time to go, she thought. She let out a laugh and flicked the alert away.

  "I love you, Mr. Walker."

  "I love you, too, Mrs. Walker."

  "Take me to bed, babe."

  Dan's arms wrapped around her and lifted her up, and he stood. Like she weighed nothing. Carrie pressed her face into Dan's shoulder and kissed the crook of his neck. He started moving, careful not to bump her into anything, and pushed the bedroom door open. The room was large, and the bed, Carrie saw, was covered in rose pedals.

  "Did you…?"

  Dan smiled and kissed his wife. "You're not the only one who can plan, you know."

  As he laid her down, Carrie's heart pounded in her chest. This was it, she thought. The moment of truth. It all seemed so scary, now that she was here. It was becoming real, right before her eyes.

  Dan leaned over her and kissed her lips again, then turned to flip the light switch on. From behind him, Carrie's voice was soft and sultry.

  "Hey, Mr. Walker." Dan turned to see his wife pull her tee shirt over her head, watched her reach behind and unclasp her bra. Her hands came up to stop it from falling. Careful not to show more than she wanted to. "How long are you going to stand there?"

  A wicked smile spread across Dan's face. In the blink of an eye Carrie was on her back, unsure of what had happened, as her husband explored his new wife's body with his hands, his mouth, his eyes. Her bra came off, letting her breasts spill free.

  He took her lips in his, a violent kiss that left Carrie breathless. Her heart was beating harder than ever before, and her stomach doing flips. "Dan?"

  He stopped. His own breathing came hard and ragged, and she could feel his hardness against her leg, but in his eyes he looked worried. "Is everything okay?"

  "I love you."

  "I love you too." He pressed a chaste kiss against her lips, and his exploration slowed.

  "I didn't say stop," she teased.

  His teeth sunk, almost as if on-command, into the flesh of her neck, sparking a delightful pleasure that went straight to her pussy. The electric shock of pleasure fired again when his fingertips traced over her nipples, exciting them to stiffness.

  "Can I—"

  "Fuck me," Carrie cut off. The word felt strange in her mouth. She and Dan never used harsh language, not with each other. But now it felt right. "Fuck me, Danny, and put a baby in me."

  Dan's bite loosened, and then his mouth came free, and he took another kiss from his bride. "Your wish is my command."

  His jeans came unbuttoned in a quick motion of his hand and he pushed them down, swinging them away into a pile in the corner. She could feel the hardness between them, could feel the heat coming off of it. She wanted it. The feeling of physical need was like a hunger, driving her wild.

  He pressed against her entrance, probing her folds with a thumb as he lined up with his cock. He touched her clit like the buzzer in Operation, sending a buzz of pleasure shooting up and down her spine, stronger than any feeling of pleasure she'd felt before on her own. Then, while she recovered from the shocking pleasure, he pressed into her, taking her in one firm motion.

  Carrie reached up, hooking her hand around her husband's neck and pulled him in for another kiss as he pulled back out, then thrust in again. Then she let the feeling of pleasure over her. She wanted to spend every day like this, on her back as the man she loved, who she'd decided to spend the rest of her life with, gave her pleasure that she hadn't been able to imagine before this moment.

  Dan's voice, husky and forceful, broke through the veil of pleasure that Carrie had surrounded herself with. "I'm going to cum, babe," he groaned. "Cum with me."

  She was going to, she knew. She let out an appreciative moan and wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him deeper into her with her heels. "In me—please. I need it."

  Dan leaned down to kiss her. She could hear his breathing, how strained it was. He needed it, too. Needed it as much
as she did, or more.

  "Cum for me," she whispered into his ear.

  He pushed into her with one last powerful, long thrust, and let out a long groan. Carrie could feel the warmth spreading through her body, starting deep inside her. Her mind went blank and she drifted on a cloud, holding her husband, her lover, close.

  "I love you," she purred.

  He made another few experimental thrusts inside her, thrusts that set her fire burning all over again. He took a hungry mouthful of her breast, moving his hand to rub her in the place where they met once again. It would only be a matter of time, she realized. It may have been the first time, but it wasn't the last. No, it wasn't even the last time tonight.

  She sat down in the bathroom after they got home. She didn't want to tell her husband yet, of course. He would be excited—overjoyed. But the first month or so was the most volatile, and she knew he would be crushed if she told him too soon.

  She'd known that she would be fertile during the trip, though she hadn't told him. For both of them, they left it up to God to decide what would happen. Carrie knew the choice God had made for her when she'd missed her period. She smiled to herself, wiping the tears of happiness out of her eyes, and set the test down beside herself. Her life, the life that she looked forward to for over a year now, was beginning. And inside her, another life was beginning, too.

  Impulse

  From Single Mom to a Billionaire's Toy

  Dalia Daudelin

  “Ohmygosh I am so sorry!”

  My apron, once perfectly clean and white, is now quickly staining an awful red-purple. The glass of wine that is not shattered on the stone floor threatens to slip into my shoes and make me suffer for its untimely demise. The errant hand that drunkenly tipped it over is trying to dab the red off of her dress, and then my apron. There's no chance of her succeeding.

  “No, don't be!” I say, trying to sound cheerful through gritted teeth. I try to smile, but it's more of a twitch. “I'll be right back with a fresh glass for you. Remind me of the year?”