Baby By The Billionaire - A Standalone Alpha Billionaire Secret Baby Romance (New York City Billionaires - Book #3)

by Alexa Davis

  “I do,” she smiled, agreeing with me, which was great. The Japanese place was just around the corner, easily within walking distance, which meant we could both have a drink. Maybe not quite as much as last time, as we didn’t want to end up doing anything silly, but just enough to help us relax. “That sounds lovely.”

  As we walked, she linked her arm through mine, bringing her body very close to me, and it became damn near impossible to control myself. All I wanted to do was wrap my arms around her, push her up against the nearest wall, and kiss her hard. I wanted to devour her, to claim her, to make her fall for me…

  But I couldn’t. She had instructed no funny business on out last meeting, and I still needed to honor that agreement. Because of that, I wouldn’t even mention the moment we had sex.

  By the time we were sitting on the floor around the very traditional Japanese cuisine table – Annie careful in her dress – I felt a shift in the atmosphere. There was no denying that this had become far too date-like to ignore, and now it seemed that Annie was going to go along freely with that theme by trying to get to know me and my life a whole lot better, discussing everything except the business.

  “So, Garrett…he’s a character, right?”

  “I know,” I chuckled, shaking my head. “Sorry he was so douchey with you earlier. He’s just going through a rough patch at the moment.”

  “Has he always been that way?”

  Oh God, the difficult conversation area. I didn’t want to discuss it, I wasn’t really prepared to ruin such a lovely evening with such depressing talk, but I got the distinct impression that Annie would be more offended if I didn’t tell her anything. “He’s been that way ever since Mom…died. We were quite young at the time.” I wouldn’t say killed herself, not yet. I hadn't come close to accepting that yet.

  “Oh, I’m sorry,” she replied carefully, placing one of her hands over mine. “That must have been hard. I lost my dad last year and that hurt, so I can’t even imagine how much of a struggle that would be.”

  I left it at that, not wanting to get into the complexities of it all. Suggesting that Garrett starting acting like an idiot because he lost his mom was much easier than anything else. “Yeah, well, I lost my dad a while back, too, so it really is just me and Garrett. Maybe that’s why I put up with far too much.”

  “Wow, you have a lot on your plate.” She looked sympathetically at me, as if I had a hard life, which coming from a single mother who ran her own successful business was something else.

  “Well, I don’t know about that,” I smiled, doing my best to break the ice. “But I do think we should stop talking about families – it’s much too nice a night for that. Except Rae, maybe.” That little girl had the ability to melt my heart.

  “Oh, well I could talk about my little girl all night long…”

  ***

  The change of conversation did us good. It allowed us to laugh and have fun, whilst getting to know other aspects of one another’s lives. We talked about our childhoods, our young and naïve hopes and dreams, with an intense chemistry floating between us the entire time.

  There was no denying it, not anymore: we had something – something intense, something powerful, something almost overwhelming. It was just a shame that nothing could really be done about it, not while we were in the middle of this business limbo.

  Speaking of which…

  “Look,” I eventually sighed as I walked her back to her hotel room. It might have been the drink talking, but I couldn’t hold it back any longer. “I have to be honest with you.”

  “Okay?” she replied, turning to face me with anxiety in her eyes. “Go on?”

  “The business deal my company has proposed for you, it isn’t a good one.”

  I didn’t want to get involved with Boffees if I couldn’t help Annie and Rae. That was why I’d suggested the investment, and the fact that it hadn't gone to plan meant I didn’t want to get involved anymore. I didn’t really want anyone else to have a stake in Boffees, either, but I didn’t want it to be me who wrecked her dream.

  “I think my company will end up taking too much from you, and they will have the power to change things too. Boffees is you. I don’t want the magic of the place to be lost.” I glanced away awkwardly, wishing that things could be different and that I could actually be bringing her dreams to life. “I just don’t want you to go into this without fully understanding all of that.”

  She grabbed my chin with her fingers and brought my eyes back up to hers. “I know,” she replied softly. “I’ve known for a while. I read the contract thoroughly, so I understand it all.”

  “And, you’re still going to sign it?” I asked her, totally stunned. She couldn’t be that desperate to expand, could she?

  “No, I’m not.”

  “So, why did you come all the way to Portland?”

  “For the free vacation,” she teased with a smirk playing on her lips. “Obviously.” I tried my best to grin back, but I couldn’t quite manage it. Not when I didn’t totally understand what was going on. “I came to see you, silly.”

  “Me?” Logically, I knew what she was saying, but I’d spent so long trying to resist that side of us that it felt too strange to fully comprehend it now. She wants me? She wants me as something other than a business partner? What the hell am I supposed to do with that information?

  “Yes, you.” She tugged on my jacket, pulling me closer, and before I could even think about what we were doing, she was kissing me like there was no tomorrow.

  My chest exploded with strong feelings, like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I felt free, happy, excited. This time there wasn’t anything taboo about us kissing; she didn’t want my investment, so we could simply feel everything inside of us.

  “Come on, let’s go to my room.”

  As I followed her up the stairs to her room, my heart thundering in my chest, I felt an anticipation like no other. Annie might be the one, the one I finally allowed myself to fall for, and for the first time in my life, that concept wasn’t totally horrifying. I actually wanted it.

  It hardly mattered that my parents had a screwed up relationship; it didn’t have to affect me that Garrett would sleep with anyone and everyone that looked his way. I didn’t have to be like any of them.

  Annie interlinked her fingers through mine as we walked through the door, a gesture that felt so right that I never wanted to let go. However, as she moved away and snaked her arms around my neck to bring me in for yet another kiss, I found that I didn’t mind. As long as she was touching me in one way or another, I felt good. She felt good.

  This ending to the evening wasn’t what I had been expecting – it was so much better than anything else. With Annie’s lips against mine, I felt glad that I’d told her the truth, even if she did know already. She deserved my honesty, and a much better investment deal than Harry was willing to give her.

  I would help her do better, even if I couldn’t give her what she wanted, I would help her to achieve her dream one way or another.

  That way, I could have the best of both worlds. I could help improve her and Rae’s lives, whilst kissing her at the same time. That way, nothing would stand in our way…

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Annie – Friday

  Deep down, I’d already made the decision that I wouldn’t accept Justin’s investment, and not just because I liked him. I hadn't confessed it aloud, not even to myself, but he’d made me see that I would have to sacrifice too much of myself and my dream to make Boffees grow. I was going to have to find another way to make things work for me.

  I hadn't wanted to really think about it because I still wanted to come to Portland. I still wanted this to happen, and I was so pleased that it was.

  Justin was kissing me, responding to my advances, and now to make it even better, there wasn't any weirdness standing in our way. Sure, he might never become my investor, but he could become the man who brought me back into the dating scene...if not more.

&
nbsp; God, I wanted it to be more!

  As we moved through the room, our clothes shedding in a blur, I felt on top of the world. I felt like I'd made the right decision. The moment his hot, sticky body pressed up against mine and my heart raced quickly in my chest, I felt the innate desire to scream out loudly in joy.

  “Get onto the bed,” Justin growled at me, giving me a good look at the desire in his eyes. He had the same fire running through him, burning brightly, crying out needily, and that felt incredible. The last time we were together it felt like a hot-headed crazy decision that neither of us thought through, but this...well, this felt like we were in it together. “I need to see all of you.”

  As I sprawled back across the cool sheets, flinging my hands casually above my head, I realized that he'd somehow managed to make me feel like the sexiest woman alive all over again. He didn't even need to say anything for me to feel that way – it was all in the way he looked at me.

  Instead of moving in for the kill like I expected him to, he took things much slower. He moved carefully up my body, placing kisses over every inch of me: my toes, my thighs, my stomach, my neck. Each time he placed his lips on me, a tantalizing set of sensations bolted right through me, down to my core where I ached for him. It was as if he wanted to get to know every single bit of me, that he didn’t want any of me to feel left out.

  Much as I appreciated him taking his time with me, much as my body wanted to get to know him, too, there was a frustration slowly starting to build. Sure, I'd heard that delayed gratification made things much better, and it might have only been a few moments, but the intense way that I felt for Justin made it seem like he'd been forcing me to wait forever.

  “I need you,” I panted at him, maybe a little too honestly. “I can't take it anymore. You're teasing me.” My back was arched, my hips writhing, but he either wasn't taking the hint, or this was all a part of his game plan.

  That was until I could feel his breath on my opening, warming me up, cooling me down, really testing my patience.

  “You want me, do you?” he asked in that cocksure tone of voice I'd once found annoying. Now, it was the sexiest thing on the whole damn planet.

  “I do,” I gasped loudly. “I really do.” But he didn't move up my body; he simply moved his mouth closer. “Oh, fuck!” I cried out in shock. “Fucking hell, Justin.”

  As he finally made contact with where I needed him the most, rolling his tongue over my clit, I felt like I could scream with pleasure. This wasn't like anything I'd ever experienced before; everything was heightened, so it all felt phenomenal, incredible, and intense.

  “Don't stop,” I pleaded with him, grabbing on to his hair, just to give me something to hold. “Please, don't stop.”

  Seeing how much I was enjoying this, Justin started to use his fingers on me, too. At first just running them tantalizingly up and down my slit before eventually plunging them inside of me, finally giving me something of what I wanted. He filled me up, massaged my insides expertly, seeming to know exactly what I wanted, what I needed without me even needing to ask. I'd never been touched in such a way before, and I didn't ever want it to end...

  “Oh shit!” Way before I was ready for it, before I'd even noticed the waves of pleasure building, they crashed over my body, claiming me, consuming me, and I bucked and shuddered under his touch. I screamed loudly, letting all the emotions inside of me free, and it felt incredible not to be bogged down with self-consciousness, to simply feel free.

  As my body began to calm down, Justin kissed me lightly, all the while angling himself to slide into me. I wasn't sure that I was quite ready for him yet, I didn't feel prepared, but I was too spent to tell him as much.

  However, when I did feel his thick, throbbing length making its way inside, something magical happened...something I'd never experienced before. The intense pressure immediately began building its way up all over again, my body preparing itself to have yet another orgasm.

  With the last man I was with, I was lucky to experience any kind of pleasure with him once, yet here Justin was giving me round two. How damn, lucky am I? What a brilliant decision to forgo his investment...

  Feeling brave and incredibly sexy, I flipped Justin onto his back and sat upright so he could watch me as I rode him. I was usually shy, unsure of how I looked, but I felt like I wanted to be vulnerable with him, I wanted him to see every part of me...even the bits that I normally wanted to hide away from the rest of the world.

  “You're so beautiful,” he reassured me with a loving look as his hands ran all over my curves. “The most gorgeous woman I've ever seen.”

  I wasn't quite sure about that. I didn't know too much about Justin's past, but I could only imagine that it involved lots of gorgeous women, but it felt good to hear all the same. I leant over him and pressed my lips up against his, all while moving my butt seductively up and down over me.

  “Turn around,” he begged. “I want to see you from behind.”

  At first, I wasn't sure how to take that statement; did it mean that he didn't like to look at me? However, with Justin, I did want to try new things, so I did as he asked and what I discovered somehow felt amazing...much better than I'd expected it to. It was as if this angle was much better for me, he could hit every angle that I needed that much easier, and from the way he was grunting behind me, he was enjoying himself, too.

  As the pressure became too intense, and I found myself beginning to lose all control, I felt Justin sitting up behind me, and he wrapped his arms around me to give me that feeling of connection that I loved so much as I came. That way he could hold me close to him while I crashed and thrashed, while I gave myself over to the pleasure entirely.

  ***

  “Well, that was something else,” I eventually managed to gasp out as we lay next to one another panting heavily. “That felt incredible.”

  When I made that statement, I wasn't just talking about the sex, although of course, that had been amazing. Justin might not have realized it, but I meant us, what we had. It was different, and in the best way possible.

  I didn't know how it would pan out now that our assigned time together was running out, now that I'd turned down his money, but I hoped things didn't have to end. Not right when they were getting so good.

  “It beats a business dinner, anyway,” Justin replied smilingly, as he pulled me in for a hug. I rested my head on his strong, muscular chest, listening to his racing heart and imagining myself staying there forever more. “That was much more fun.”

  “Well, I do hope that isn't how you conduct all of your business meetings,” I teased playfully.

  “Nah, just the ones who turn me down.” Admittedly, that was a small fear of mine, that I was nothing more than another notch on a bedpost, but I did get the strong sense that he liked me...however crazy that seemed.

  “But in all seriousness, I better send a quick email to Harry. I need to tell him not to bother coming down tomorrow. There's no point in him making that long journey if you don't want to see him. You don't, do you?” he asked, just checking one last time before I let go of the tight grip on my dreams.

  “I don't,” I confirmed, actually happy to be saying goodbye. Justin might have been the only person to offer me investment, but it wasn't worth it. I would make my own success in my own way. That way I could make sure that I put Rae first the entire time. “But thank you, anyway.” It would all be okay in the end, I just knew it.

  While Justin sent his email from his phone, I watched him with a big beaming smile on my face. It was safe to say that he had unleashed a sexual beast within me, and I liked him so much for that. At least now I could like him safely without worrying about endangering anything.

  Yes, there was still a chance that I could end up with a broken heart, but I'd been through worse. I had survived a devastation so serious that it almost caused me to give up on more than one occasion. But I didn't; I was still standing tall, so I could get through whatever came next.

  “Are you stay
ing tonight?” I asked him a little shyly, not wanting the whole bed to myself. Now that he'd been in it, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to get any sleep in it all cold and alone. Luckily, I wouldn't have to find out because Justin nodded, dropped his phone, and pulled me in close, giving me that safe feeling I hadn't experienced in what felt like forever.

  “I'm not getting out this bed unless you kick me out.” He snuggled into me happily. “And, I'm hoping you won't because it's so cold and very late...”

  “Don't worry, I'm not going to,” I stopped him before he got into a teasing speech of self-pity. “You can stay, I suppose. You'll just have to make sure you wake me up with breakfast in bed. It's not every day I'm on vacation…”

  “I'll agree to that,” he joked. “But only because they do room service here, so I won't have to leave your side.”

  That statement made every part of me flutter. Is he just kidding? Did he only mean in the morning, or does he want to stick with this for as long as I do?

  I wanted to ask him, to find out where I stood with him, but I couldn't. Not without seeming like a crazy bunny boiler, a stalker-ish type, and that was the last impression I wanted to give off. So I zipped my mouth tightly shut, trying to keep all of my insanity inside, where I hoped it would stay. After all, Justin was here with me, giving me the best night of my entire life. Why couldn't that just be enough for now?

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Justin – Saturday

  I couldn’t believe it, even now, that Annie had come all the way to Portland just to see me. I mean, I knew that there was something between us, feelings that couldn’t be ignored, but that was heavy. That meant a whole lot.

  As I glanced down to where she was still sleeping in my arms, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. Annie was a strong woman, a single mother running her own business. She was trusting me, letting me in, and that made me feel special.