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

by Alexa Davis

  “You kept it,” she practically whispered, staring up at me with the sparkly eyes. “You kept this picture of us.”

  “Of course I did,” I told her, grinning as I looked down at it. “How could I not? Look at us. We were so happy, so carefree, so in love back then. Everything seemed so simple back then. It just seemed obvious that we were meant to be.”

  I glanced up at her, not even caring that I was spilling my guts to her. It just felt so right. “I guess I love it so much because it was before. It reminds me of how different things could have been.”

  “I’ve been thinking about that, too,” she admitted, stepping a little closer to me. “I keep thinking I shouldn’t have thrown in the towel in on us so quickly. I overreacted to something so silly, and I allowed that to destroy us. I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if I’d just stuck around and tried. Where would we be today?”

  My heart fluttered at her words. That wasn't the statement of someone was only interested in me for the money. I couldn't believe that I’d ever thought that about her. Ashlee had always loved me, and vice versa. It was just the situation that had pushed us apart. We were too young and too grief stricken to know what to do.

  “Maybe it’s time to stop worrying about what might have been different,” I told her with a smile playing on my lips. “Maybe it’s time to worry about what we could be now.”

  At the astonished, but happy look that filled her expression, I knew that I’d finally said the right thing, so I closed the gap between us and pressed my lips up against hers. It was only for a moment, and it was far sweeter than it was passionate, but it got all my emotions stirred up all the same.

  Ashlee felt right, she always had, and I couldn't help but think that if she felt right, she had to be. No one had ever managed to make me feel as good as her; there couldn't be anyone else.

  “Would you like to stay for dinner?” I asked her casually, internally praying she would say yes. When she nodded happily, I led her into the kitchen where I’d already started to make myself a chicken stew. Luckily, I’d put on too much, so there would be plenty to go around.

  I started chopping up some vegetables to go into the meal, handing Ashlee some carrots, making a joke about her making herself useful along the way. We stood side by side, preparing a meal in as much harmony as an old married couple, and that felt amazing. I found that commitment wasn't scary at all when it came to Ashlee, and that I could quite happily be with her forever.

  “Thank you,” she eventually muttered quietly, causing me to spin around to look at her. “For the roofer, I mean. I do appreciate it. Mom does, too.”

  I smiled thinly at that, not wanting to tell her what had really gone down when it came to that. I had originally wanted to pay for the roof, and for some treatment for Peggy, but when I contacted her about it and pleaded with her, she told me it was too late. I insisted I was going to do it anyway, but she reasoned with me it was pointless trying to help someone who was beyond help. She said she would rather me help someone that needed it, and who could benefit from it. Peggy finished off by insisting she didn’t want to end her life with tubes in every orifice, and that I knew as well as she did that it wasn't going to work.

  Logically, I knew she was right, but emotionally, I didn’t want to accept it.

  I knew for a fact that I couldn't tell Ashlee any of that, not if I wanted her to not only enjoy our evening, but also to not stress her out for the remainder of her mother’s life. I didn’t want her to panic and to push Peggy into things, either, that wasn't fair on either of them.

  Which reminded me...

  “I’ll be back in a moment,” I smiled warmly at her. “Just...going to the bathroom.”

  With that, I snuck into the other room and I hid the photograph of me and her father on the fishing boat. I didn’t want to have to tackle any difficult subjects that night, not when we had just got things back to a good position. We would deal with that later, after we were in a more solid place.

  As we sat and ate dinner with a glass of nice wine, things slipped into a very comfortable place. We didn’t discuss anything difficult; instead, we talked about our happier times, as if we were inspired by the photograph taken from our high school yearbook. We talked about our past relationship, our old friends, and Ashlee even admitted to me that her date had been with Harry. If only she’d asked me, I could have told her that he’d become a total douche bag!

  “Oh my God, do you remember the day we skipped school, just before the end of the year?” Ashlee laughed, sparking that memory inside of me. She never wanted to do anything bad, neither of us did, but that day just before we broke up forever, we decided to join some of the other kids on the peripherals of our friendship group by being bad.

  “It was so not worth it,” I replied, chuckling, too. “We didn’t even do anything. We just hung out, growing increasingly bored as the day passed us by.”

  That was true, but now I could see that it was worth it, just for us to have that memory. There was such a rich, ingrained history between me and Ashlee, one that had built us up to where we were today, and I wouldn’t have changed any of it. Not even the bad stuff.

  Sure, it sucked that we’d lost so many years, but maybe that was what we needed to make it work. Maybe if we’d stuck together then, we would have found a way to make it implode somehow.

  “Was that nice?” I asked as I slipped the plates away once we’d both finished eating the nicest meal that I’d consumed in a very long time, although that could have been the company more than the food.

  “Delicious,” she grinned. “You’re an amazing cook. Who would have known it?”

  “You must be drunker than you look,” I teased, before taking the dishes into the kitchen for a quick scrub down. Now that things were tidy and organized, I wanted to keep them that way.

  As I shoved the plates into hot water to soak, I suddenly noticed a presence behind me. At first, I sensed her, then I felt her breath on my neck. After only a few seconds, her arms snaked around my waist, causing a big grin to spread across my mouth – one that only got wider as those hands of her started to wander all over my body.

  I gripped onto the side tightly as she began to massage me through my trousers, sending a crazy amount of desire tearing through my body. She was so fucking sexy, so amazing, and now she was coming on to me... I couldn't have resisted, even if I wanted to.

  As I spun around to grab hold of her, before running kisses all over her face, I decided that this time we would be slower – we would take the time to really explore one another’s bodies. We’d only had sex twice before, once when we were too young to really appreciate it, and another when we were too desperate and needy for each other to wait. This time I would resist. I would be patient, and I would make this amazing.

  I lifted Ashlee up onto the counter in front of me where I could stand between her legs and run my hands all over her. I cupped her cheeks in my hands, ran my fingers through her hair, enjoying every second of having her mouth on mine. I loved this woman from the bottom of my heart, and I couldn't believe how lucky I was to be getting a third shot with her. Did I even deserve it? I hoped that I did because if she gave it to me, I had no intention of screwing up again.

  I wanted to tell Ashlee that I loved her, I wanted those words to spill past my lips, but there was still something holding me back, and I wasn't quite sure what it was just yet.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Ashlee

  Tuesday

  I could barely cope as Matthew pressed his amazing frame up against me. Everything within my body sparked with an intense fire, swirling through my veins, into my stomach, zapping at my heart.

  I was so glad that I’d come tonight, especially as things had taken such an amazing turn. I hadn’t been expecting it, but it felt incredible all the same. I’d come there with the intension of making things right with Matthew, of potentially taking about an us in the future, but I was not complaining about how things had turned out.<
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  His hands were all over my body; he was feeling every single inch of me, which was probably very difficult for him because my clothes were still a little damp from the rain earlier on. That wasn't putting him off, though; he seemed to be as needy for me as I was for him, which made me feel incredible. Every tiny bit of self-doubt simply flew from my mind, leaving me with nothing but the sensations he was giving me.

  “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes,” Matthew grinned against my mouth, sending an electric bolt of desire racing right through my body.

  There was something so seductive about the way he said that; it had my heart thundering noisily in my chest. I pulled back from him, shooting him a smile before tugging my own dress up over my head. I knew Matthew liked my body, he liked the way I looked, so there was no reason to feel shy. “Oh my God, you’re so beautiful.”

  He claimed me with his mouth once more, kissing me with even more passion than before. My ears buzzed with lust, my body pulsated with desire. I felt raw and animalistic. That only got worse when his fingers finally found the outline of my underwear, which he played with for a few moments, teasing me to the point where I couldn't take it any longer. He was driving me crazy, and my back arched with bliss, giving him permission to go in even deeper, which he did enthusiastically.

  I felt myself go crazy as he pulled my underwear to one side, and he began passionately exploring my hot, wet desire. As his fingers massaged my insides, giving me the sensations that I’d been craving since the last time we were together, I gripped onto him tightly, digging my nails deeply into his back, clinging onto him for dear life.

  “Oh my God,” I groaned, lolling my head to one side as he alternated between plunging deep inside of me and teasing my clit with his thumb. He was bringing me to the brink of desire already, and I couldn’t stand it. I didn’t want to lose myself so quickly; I wanted to be able to explore him, too. “Stop,” I pleaded. “Not yet.”

  I pushed him off me before sliding to the ground in an instant, not giving him even a moment to think. I knew what I wanted this time; I was sure of what I desired, and I didn’t want Matthew to dominate the situation once more.

  I kissed him hard, spinning him around, slamming him against the wall, before descending to the ground. I wanted to taste Matthew, to feel him between my lips, and my heart pounded with excitement as I got closer to that fantasy coming true.

  I unbuckled Matthew’s pants, pulling his thick, throbbing length free, and the involuntary moans that he emitted as I did that, made me feel incredible. I loved that I could turn him on, especially as I felt so damn boring after the adventurous sex life he’d clearly been living.

  I moved my mouth closer to him, pursing my lips out until they were lightly brushing against his cock, and the intense tremble that started to rock through his body filled me with a confidence that this was good for him – that he was enjoying himself.

  Then I placed one chaste kiss on his length. Then another, and another, just teasing him, glancing up to see his face as I drove him wild. As I watched his face contort in pleasure, I wanted more. I needed the full experience, so without even pausing to breathe, I wrapped my lips around him and I took him as far down the back of my throat as I could.

  “Oh fuck,” he yelled out, running his fingers through my hair. “Fucking hell, Ashlee.”

  I ran my mouth up and down his length, flicking my tongue all over him, and his entire body started to shake. It excited me, almost to the point where I got carried away, but just as I felt him growing dangerously close to the knife’s edge, I forced myself to pull away.

  I didn’t want to, not when we were both enjoying it so much, but I knew that if I carried on in that way, I would not get to experience him inside of me, and once that the idea was in my mind, I really needed that.

  As I moved my mouth off him and I stood back up with a cheeky grin, Matthew growled at me, took my hand roughly, and led me into the front room where it was a little warmer.

  There, he kissed me hard and fast, walking me backwards until I fell onto the couch. I giggled as I tumbled back in an ungainly fashion, but from the look on Matthew’s face, he wasn't finding anything funny. He looked totally consumed by desire, totally swimming with passion, and that had my heart racing all over again.

  As we began to kiss once more, his fingers worked their way around to my bra clasp, fiddling with it in an expert fashion until it fell from my body, freeing my breasts for him to touch. He used his fingers, his hands, his mouth, his tongue, so quickly, interchanging in a way that had my head spinning with happiness. Wild sensations crashed over me, leaving me a writhing mess underneath him. He was using my nipples in best way possible, in a way that I’d never experienced before, and I found myself loving every second of it.

  Then he slowly and seductively moved down my body, kissing me all the way down, and as soon as he was near enough to my core, he tore my panties from me. They were only in the way; I needed them gone just as much as he did.

  “Oh fuck,” I gasped out in sheer pleasure. “Oh my God.”

  His breath on my entrance was driving me damn near insane, then he seemed to inch closer, moving in on what felt like his territory, and he claimed it in a shocking, fast-paced move. Suddenly, his tongue was everywhere: inside of me, over my clit, running up and down my slit. I wanted to scream out, to say something to him, but I was too breathless to even think, never mind speak.

  “Oh shit,” I eventually burst out. “I... I need you.”

  With that, he slid his mouth away from me and hovered above me. He gave me a quick look filled with a crazy fire, and then he thrust into me, knocking me backwards. He filled me up in a way that felt incredible, and from the angle he was slamming into me, he was brushing past my clit every single time, leaving me in heaven.

  It seemed like every time we were together in this intimate way, we went into it with the full intention of being sweet and romantic with one another, but almost instantly that sizzling chemistry overtook and we just couldn't help ourselves. The magnetism between us was so strong, so intense, it completely consumed us every time.

  As the hot pool of bliss spread over my body, and the orgasm tore right through me, I felt lost, consumed, overtaken by him. He was everything to me, and I never wanted us to end.

  As the waves of pleasure violently rocked my body, I wanted to finally admit that I was in love with Matthew; it felt like the right moment to tell him, but I couldn't seem to get the words out no matter how hard I tried. They remained stuck in my brain, where I feared he would never get them.

  As my breath started to come back to me, I considered saying it then, but another idea came to me instead. I shoved Matthew backwards, feeling cheeky and excited, until he fell onto the ground. There, I climbed on top of him and slid down onto his length. He bit his lip in lust as I sat up and rode him wildly, allowing him to see every inch of my body as we made love, and the happy look that took over his face made me feel incredible.

  It was me doing that to him; it was me making him feel that way, and I honestly felt like we were starting something exciting and new. Sure, it would be familiar, but it would be different, too. We were adults now, going into this with our eyes wide open, and I truly believed that this would be the official start of it all, the relationship that would last forever more.

  Eventually, Matthew yelled out in pleasure, exploding inside of me. As he trembled, yelled, and buckled, I lay on top of him and hugged him close, wanting to build our bond even more, and as we lay together, panting like crazy, I felt like I’d achieved that.

  “Come on,” he whispered against my lips, kissing me lightly. “Let’s go to bed.”

  He quickly fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, but I couldn't seem to switch my brain off. Ever since the euphoria subsided, all I found myself left with was a deep uncertainty. I couldn't seem to stop myself from feeling insecure. For some reason, all those stupid stories in the press kept running through my mind, over and over again. How could I keep up
with a man who liked bondage and threesomes? What if I was only another fad and he eventually grew bored of me? I hated the fact that I was being so crazy in my mind, that my brain was making me so indecisive, but I couldn't seem to stop myself.

  My initial instinct was to hide myself away, to run from Matthew once more, and to protect my heart, but I couldn't do that this time. This time I wanted things to be different, I wanted to be more open. As scary as that was, I was going to have to make myself do it. I would just have to be stronger than I’d ever been before.

  I glanced over to his sleeping body, willing myself to be able to be vulnerable with him, to allow him to have my heart all over again. I wanted things to be back to the way they once were, when things were simple and easy in school, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. This time, if we got into it, it was going to have to be a whole lot different. We were going to have to acknowledge our past and put it behind us, accepting it without letting it control us. Especially me; I was the one who was allowing the past to still dictate my decisions.

  In that instant, I wanted to shake Matthew, to wake him up, to finally tell him that I loved him, but I couldn't. Not yet. I would, though. One day.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Matthew

  Wednesday Moring

  This time as I woke up, I was pleased to find Ashlee still there, in my arms. I wasn't sure why, but a big part of me had expected her to race off again, so it was good to feel her warmth, her presence still there. I grinned to myself, running my fingers through her hair as an old, unexpected memory flowed through my mind.

  Ashlee had just turned seventeen when I finally got her out on the fishing boat. She’d never wanted to go before, not with her father or me, but I got the impression that she saw it as a way for us to get some much needed time alone. I only suggested it in passing, and I was shocked to hear her say yes.