My Surprise Secret Baby (Romance Box Set)

by Lexi Wilson

It was almost unfair a man like him, rich and powerful and handsome as hell, also had an absolutely legendary cock. Or maybe it was his cock that gave him some impossible confidence?

  I wasn’t in the mood to puzzle that out. Instead, I slowly dropped down to my knees, putting myself at eye level with his dick. Right in front of me it looked even bigger. I almost couldn’t believe I’d been able to fit all of that inside of me.

  See, a little secret about my sex life. I might’ve been a stripper, but that didn’t mean I was promiscuous. I could count the amount of guys I’d been with on two hands and still have some fingers left over.

  So it wasn’t like I was about to give Nick something I’d already given a bunch of guys before.

  He was going to get something pretty damn special.

  I kept on stroking his cock, kept on teasing him, kept on smiling up at him, building the anticipation.

  And when I was ready, I leaned forward and kissed his head softly, flicking my eyes up at him to take in the sight of him gazing down at me.

  I kissed him again and again, opening my mouth a little more each time. He tasted so good, musky and a little sweet, the tip of his head leaking out pre-cum, adding a touch of saltiness to the mix.

  I opened my mouth even more, taking in his entire head, wrapping my lips around him and forming a tight seal. Nick groaned, running his hand through my hair and pushing me further down on his cock.

  My eyes went wide at first, and for a moment I wasn’t sure I’d be able to take all of him. But I acclimated quickly, fitting nearly all of his many inches into my mouth.

  Once I became used to the feeling of his size inside of me, I went up and down, up and down, stroking with my hand, following my mouth, his cock glistening.

  “You want me to shoot my load down your throat?” he asked.

  I looked up at him, my mouth full of his cock. I nodded eagerly.

  “I bet you would,” he said. “But it’s not what I want. Get up.”

  I went down, then up, one more time. When I reached the top I let his cock fall out of my mouth, wiping my lips when I was done.

  Then I did as he told me, rising to my feet. He got up, put his hands back on my hips, then turned me around, giving my ass a hard squeeze as he did. Nick moved me over to the nearby couch, my legs going up on top of it, my ass sticking out toward him.

  He quickly pulled up my dress, quickly enough that I worried he might rip it. Then he grabbed onto my panties and pulled them down to my ankles. I bit my lip again, ready for whatever he might do.

  One hand stayed on my hip, the other took his cock into his hand as he dragged it against my pussy. He teased me like this for a long moment, long enough that I felt like I might go crazy from the anticipation.

  “Please,” I said, pressing my ass against him, begging with my body and words. “Please give it to me.”

  From behind me I heard him chuckle. “That’s what I was waiting for.”

  He gave my ass one more squeeze before placing his head at my opening and pushing it deep inside. I moaned long and hard, letting my face drop against the back of the couch as I focused on the sensation of him filling me deep.

  When he was buried to the hilt I pushed back again, as if trying to take even more of him inside of me.

  Nick withdrew a bit and then shoved himself inside, splitting me in half, making me moan like crazy. He went faster and faster, building more of a rhythm, giving it to me exactly how I wanted it. The sounds of our flesh colliding, that soft slapping, filled the room as he ceaselessly drove into me.

  I came quickly, almost unexpectedly. Never before had a man made me feel so good so fast. I let my lungs explode, my screams echoing through the room as he pushed an orgasm out of me.

  He came next, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside of me as he shot deeply for the second time in as many days.

  I couldn’t believe how fucking good it felt.

  He groaned hard, my noises mixing with his.

  And then we were done, he grabbed me once again and pulled my body onto the couch, his seed leaking from me as he held me close.

  I sighed, curling up into him.

  “You know,” I said. “I wasn’t planning on doing that.”

  He grinned. “But you did.”

  “I know. And I’d do it again and again.”

  “Good. Because we’ve got the whole night ahead of us.”

  And I was ready.

  Chapter 16

  NICK

  What a night.

  The first time we made love was like a warm-up. It was fast and hard and so fucking satisfying. Then, after a break to enjoy some wine –not to mention the killer view- we were back at it.

  We hooked up over every inch of that hotel room, marking our territory, only stopping to catch our breath or enjoy some of the finest room service in Los Angeles.

  Then, around midnight, the two of us relaxing in the outdoor hot tub, we were spent. Amber and crawled into bed and wrapped my arms around her. I held her close, and within no time at all we were out.

  And when I woke up that next morning, all I could do was watch her sleep, totally transfixed boy her beauty in the warm sunlight.

  She opened her eyes, a sleepy, sexy expression on her face.

  “Morning,” she said, her lips spreading into a smile.

  “Morning.” I followed this up with a slow, deep kiss, one that lingered.

  It lingered so long, in fact, that our hands found their way down each other’s bodies, hers wrapping around my cock, mine cupping her warm, wet pussy.

  She moaned, squirming at my touch. I rubbed her like that for a time, closing my hands and savoring the feeling of her stroking my erect cock. Amber pressed herself against me, writhing her hips and begging with her body for more.

  I was going to give it to her, of course, but she needed to wait – good, patient girls always got what they wanted.

  Amber stroked me faster, fast enough that she came very close to making me cum, to making me shoot my load all over her belly and tits.

  But that’s not where I wanted to finish. I wanted to do it deep inside.

  I extended a finger, putting in between her lips and pushing it up, her warmth enveloping me right away. Amber moaned more as I touched her, biting down on her lower lip in that sexy way I couldn’t get enough of.

  “Oh…oh my God…” She was on the verge. I began moving in her faster, curling my finger and hitting her G-spot as my thumb circled around her clit.

  She came, just like I was expecting. Amber dug her nails into my wrist, holding me in place and making sure I didn’t stop what I was doing.

  Hadn’t planned on it.

  When her orgasm faded she fell back onto the sheets, letting out a long sigh, her body still shaking.

  “More,” she said. “I need more.”

  “That makes two of us.”

  I climbed on top of her, my cock stiff and ready. Amber wrapped her legs around me, bring me close, my head grazing against her pussy. She was soaking wet, more ready than I’d ever seen her.

  I took a moment to appreciate the sight of her gorgeous body underneath me. She was perfect. And when I say “perfect,” I mean “perfect.’ I’d seen her nearly naked before at Diamonds, but that was nothing compared to what she looked like spread out before me.

  Her tits were round and ripe, topped with quarter-sized, pink nipples. Her belly was flat and just a little toned, her hips wide, her pussy a perfect line. She was enough to make me feel like some kind of caveman, like an animal who needed to rut like mad.

  So, that’s just what I did. I took hold of my cock, dragged it against her lips, and glided it into her. Amber was wet, so I slid into her without any effort. She sighed as I pushed myself into her, the velvet walls of her cunt grabbing onto me and not letting go.

  She felt so good, like fucking heaven. I held for a moment, wanting to burn the feeling of being inside her to my memory.

  And when I was ready, I pulled back and shoved into her har
d, her breasts shaking from the impact. I drove into her again, then again, opening my eyes to take in the sight of her gorgeous face contorting with pleasure, satisfaction rising up in me at knowing I was giving her exactly what she wanted.

  Soon I was in a steady rhythm of thrusting, our bodies flowing together, her hands moving up and down the long, hard lines of my smooth, muscular back.

  After a time, she opened her eyes and locked them with mine.

  “I’m…I’m so close,” she said.

  “Come for me,” I said. “Right now.”

  She nodded, closing her eyes once again then opening her mouth into a tight “O.” I felt her come, felt her walls grip onto my cock, watched her muscles tighten, felt her body throb underneath me.

  When I was certain she was at the peak of her orgasm, I allowed myself to finish. I grunted hard, my cock pulsing as it pumped hot seed inside of her. We rose and fell together, and when we were done I collapsed at her side.

  Her breasts rose and fell, my barrel chest doing the same. When she’d finally collected herself, Amber rolled over onto her side and let her head lay on my shoulder, her arm falling over the flat, shredded plane of my abs.

  “That…that was a hell of a wake-up.” She grinned broadly, her skin glowing from what we’d just done.

  “No kidding,” I said, my cock draping over my leg. “But sex is good for getting up in the morning – coffee’s even better.”

  “Good call.” She reached for the room service phone. “Let me get this.”

  “Not a chance,” I said, shooting my hand over and grabbing the phone. “I’m taking you out for the night – that means I’m treating.”

  “It’s morning now, in case you hadn’t noticed. Let me get something.”

  Amber was independent, which I was more than into. But at the same time, I could tell she liked being treated – all women did.

  “How about this,” I said. “When you’ve got your first paycheck in the bank, I’ll let you buy me a burrito.”

  She laughed. “Something tells me there isn’t a burrito in this city that’d cover even an hour in this place.”

  “Then don’t worry about keeping score. I’ve got plenty of money, more than I know what do with. And I’m treating.”

  She scrunched up her face. “Alright, fine. But don’t be shocked if I buy you some lunches at work here and there.”

  “Deal.”

  I called up room service and ordered some coffee, along with a breakfast spread that included a little bit of everything. We hopped in the shower, taking our sweet time getting ourselves good and clean. I let the staff know we’d be busy and to just bring the food in. So when we were done in the shower, it was out there waiting for us.

  “Oh man,” Amber said, the two of us dressed in our white, fluffy robes. “This smells like heaven.”

  I agreed. Together, we poured coffee and made ourselves a little spread. I was all about the steak and eggs, while Amber went heavy on the French toast.

  But as she ate, a strange expression formed on her face.

  “What’s up?” I asked.

  She sipped her coffee, her eyes locked onto her food. Neither one of us had taken a bite so far. “Well, I was just thinking about how I hadn’t eaten a breakfast like this in a long time. And that got me thinking about how my little girl hadn’t eaten breakfast in a long while. So…”

  I let my head fall back as I gave an “ahhh.” I got right away what she was saying.

  “You want to see about getting this to-go?”

  She nodded, pursing her lips. “I don’t want to cramp our style here, but…”

  “It’s totally fine,” I said. “I’ve got family, too – I know what it’s like.”

  She smiled. “Oh yeah, your sister. Jamie was kind of crazy about her, thought she was all kinds of pretty.”

  “That’s because she takes after me,” I said with a grin.

  Amber laughed, reaching over and giving my arm a swat. “Such a cocky little smartass. Anyway, she’d love it if I brought her back a little of this.”

  “A little?” I asked. “Hell, you want this and more to-go, just say the word.”

  “Oh yeah,” she said. “Forgot we’re in the nicest hotel room in LA.”

  “One of the nicest,” I said. “I’ve been to places that make this look like a Motel 6. Maybe I’ll take you to them sometime.”

  She smiled faintly, but I could tell my comment got her thinking.

  “What’s up?” I asked.

  A quick head shake. “Nothing. Well, I mean, what the hell are we doing, Nick? I start at your job, and two minutes later we’re screwing in your car. If it was a one-time thing I’d get it, but then it happened again, then again.”

  It was a good question. “Let me…call room service and see about getting this boxed up.”

  I was buying time, trying to think of an answer to her question.

  Truth be told, I didn’t know. It wasn’t like I had a plan for her. All I knew was that I’d been into her from the moment I laid eyes on her at Diamonds. And the more time I spent with her, the more I wanted her.

  Hell, it was almost a little scary. She was starting to feel like some kind of drug, one where you took one hit and then you needed more, more, and then taking that much made you want more.

  Until you were hopelessly hooked.

  I called up room service, telling them to bring some to-go containers, along with a few more servings of French toast and pancakes and all the fixings.

  “Well?” she asked.

  “They’re coming now,” I said. “They’re throwing in some more food with it.”

  She gave me a cockeyed “come on, now” look. “You know that’s not what I’m talking about.”

  “It’s…complicated,” I said. “I like you. I think you’re gorgeous. And I like spending time around you. And…that’s where I want it to be for now.”

  She glanced away and nodded, and I could tell that answer didn’t dispel it all.

  “It is complicated,” she said. “I guess I was hoping you’d be able to answer it for me.”

  This was a relief. It meant she didn’t have a clear idea of what she wanted. Things might be really complicated if she was hoping I was about to declare myself her boyfriend.

  “Then how about this – we just let it be whatever it is for now. And if we want it to be something else, we can talk about it. No sense in trying to put a label on whatever we’ve got before we even know what it is.”

  It was a hell of a confusing thing to say, and I felt like I was back in high school or some such, trying to let a girl who was crazy about me know I liked her, but didn’t necessarily like her like her.

  But I liked Amber.

  Hell, what a mess. It seemed true that the best thing to do would be to table the issue.

  Thankfully, right at that moment the staff came in. It was a small team of guys, all of them quietly and professionally putting the food away for take-out, even bringing a big plastic jug for the coffee. Once they were gone, me and Amber got dressed and headed out.

  The valet brought my car around.

  “Meet you at your place?” I asked.

  “Sounds good.”

  We drove, and the entire way there I kept thinking about her, about how I wanted her but didn’t want to make things complicated.

  And I just had to make her my secretary. Sure, I hadn’t given her the job for…less-than-savory reasons, but still.

  We arrived at her place, and I grabbed the to-go bags out of the back and headed toward the house.

  This was a family thing.

  I hadn’t dated in a good, long time, but even so I was still with it enough to know that meeting family was serious business. Sure, I’d met her little girl already, but she lived with her mother, too.

  Oh, well. Nothing to do but do it.

  Amber opened the door and stepped inside, and I came in right along with her.

  Sure enough, there in the living room was her daughter. Next
to her was a slight, elderly woman who was a tad on the wizened side, but had a flicker of intelligence in her eyes that I could make out from across the room.

  “Mommy!” shouted Jamie, hopping up and hurrying over.

  Her mother’s eyes locked onto mine and didn’t leave. I could sense she was sizing me up there on the spot.

  Jamie threw her arms around Amber’s legs and squeezed tight.

  “Morning, kiddo!” she said, hugging her right back.

  Her mother rose and stepped over to me. Her walk was unsteady, and it was clear she’d seen better days health-wise.

  “Jamie you’ve already met,” said Amber. “You remember Mr. McQuaid?”

  “I do!” said Jamie, all smiles. “Mr. Handsome.”

  I raised my eyebrows in surprise, and Amber laughed.

  “Don’t want to alarm you,” she said. “But I think she might have a little crush.”

  I chuckled. “Then that just means I’m going to have to call you Ms. Cute-as-a-button, huh Jamie?”

  She smiled, clearly happy about the nickname. “I like that, but it takes a long time to say.”

  Then Jamie’s eyes went to the bags of food.

  “What’s that?” she asked.

  “Lots of good stuff,” I said. “You like French toast?”

  “I do!” she said. “Let’s eat!”

  She didn’t waste a second running over to the kitchen table.

  “And I’m Connie,” said her mother. “But they call me ‘Nan’.”

  “Pleased to meet you, Nan,” I said, taking her hand and giving it a polite shake. “Lovely home you have here.”

  I wasn’t far from the truth with that comment. Though the house was on the small side –likely small enough to fit in my apartment’s living room- it was still cozy and homey. It was easy to see that Amber went out of her way to make it a happy home for her and her daughter.

  Nan set the table and together we unpacked the food, Jamie thrilled as could be at the spread. She was already going to town on the French toast before the rest of us could even pour our coffee.

  “Jamie!” said Amber, a sharp, motherly tone to her voice. “No pigging out before we’re all set.”

  “Sorry,” she said, her voice sheepish, a smear of jelly on her upper lip.