Daddy: A Billionaire Baby Romance

by Katy Kaylee

  “Please,” I whispered, unsure to communicate exactly what it was that I wanted. But Fitz seemed to get in instantly and slowly pulled backwards.

  God! The feeling that he dragged out of me wasn’t fair, and before my mind could even contemplate it, he was sliding back in again. A braking whimper of need escaped me, and he repeated the motion with maddening patience.

  “More,” I begged, lifting my legs to wrap around him along with my arms. “Please, oh God, please more!”

  I didn’t need to ask twice. He picked up the speed, diving all the way into me then pulling out before repeating it again. With each movement I felt myself grow slicker, accommodating him more and more until all of the discomfort was gone and all that was left was pleasure and a faint sort of achiness.

  Time did that funny thing again, stretching out and narrowing at random, making everything that was happening to me into its own event. I felt like my body was changing, my world shifting, and that nothing else would be the same again.

  That same feeling was building within me again, and I could feel my lower body fluttering on Fitz’s length as he rocked in and out of me. He was still being careful, I could tell even in my inexperience, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like if he really let loose.

  “Come for me, sweetheart,” he growled in my ear, his breath heated even against my burning skin. “I want to feel you lose control around me.”

  “I… I’m trying,” I gasped. “I’m close, so close.”

  But there was something missing. Something that I didn’t quite understand. Did he? He seemed to, because he nibbled gently at the shell of my ear before his hand slid in the scant space between us, his fingers finding the apex of my slit once again.

  It only took a couple of presses to that button and then the wave hit me again. But it was completely different from all the others I had ever had by my own hand, and even the two that Mr. Fitzgerald had given me. It was deeper, achier, a throbbing sort of completion that made my heart skip and the world wink away once more.

  Every muscle in my body tightened for a second, then fell away into ruin. I was blinded, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure that radiated through every part of me, and then I came crashed back to my body.

  “That’s my girl,” Fitz panted, looking down at me with such certainty, such desire that I couldn’t help but tremble. I felt shaky and drugged, as if I had tasted a bit of heaven and had somehow stolen my way back to Earth. “You did so good for me, so good.”

  Each of his words were punctuated by a deep, hard thrust that went further into me than I thought possible. If I wasn’t so boneless and wet from my own climax, it might have hurt. But instead it just rocked me further and I watched his face as he came undone inside of me.

  It was something to behold.

  His orgasm didn’t seem to last nearly as long as mine did, and after a few beats we were still, just laying pressed into each other in the most intimate way possible.

  “…wow,” I whispered, the word not doing nearly enough to describe how I felt.

  But he just chuckled slightly and pressed a chaste kiss to my forehead before withdrawing slowly. I whimpered at the strange sort of emptiness, but he just patted my cheek.

  He left the room and for a moment self-consciousness swamped me at everything that I had done. But then he was back, sans the condom and with a glass of water.

  “Here,” he murmured. “Drink.”

  I nodded and gulped down the cool liquid, which I hadn’t realized I had needed so thoroughly.

  I downed almost all of it before handing the glass back to him. He drank the rest before setting it down on the nightstand and slipping back into the bed.

  I relaxed, letting him pull me flush to him. He felt so strong, so secure against my back, that it wasn’t long before I slipped under the gentle waves of sleep, my body throbbing in all the best ways.

  Beverly

  When I woke up, the first thing I was aware of was that there was an unfamiliar ache between my thighs, one that spoke of rites of passage and new bonds. Memories of the previous night and what I had done swamped me, and I found myself blushing into my own hands.

  But I felt good. Like I had passed some barrier that I had been holding myself behind and I was finally ready to move forward with my journey into adulthood.

  I rolled over to look at Fitz, realizing that for all of our sex the previous night that I hadn’t done much touching of him. I’d never run my fingers through his light chest hair, never let my fingers explore all the striations in his muscles.

  Oh well, maybe next time.

  I flushed at that. Next time? Goodness, I was getting a little ahead of myself, wasn’t I?

  But it was like something had been unlocked in me and I could feel myself wanting to know more, feel more, until I knew everything there was to know about both myself and Fitz.

  My stomach fluttered and suddenly I needed to do something for him. Easing out of bed, I headed towards his kitchen to see what I could do for breakfast.

  As I got out from under the covers, I realized that I definitely didn’t want to get back into my tight dress from the previous night. Considering that his dick had literally been inside me, I figured Fitz wouldn’t mind if I stole one of his shirts.

  Trundling over to his dresser, I found one that was long enough to go past my butt, although it was a bit tighter than I would like. I put that on before fishing out a pair of stretchy boxers that I put on as shorts.

  Now that I was a bit decent, I headed out to the kitchen.

  He actually had an amazing spread in his fridge and I found myself soon mixing batter for pancakes and cutting up fresh fruit while putting the coffee on. He had once of those fancy French presses that I only knew how to use because I had a haughty caffeine obsessed roomie in college.

  I hummed to myself as I moved around, enjoying the pleasant sort of twinging within me that reminded me that I had experienced something that still felt pretty magical.

  Oh goodness, was I turning into one of those girls? Ones who went all sappy and romantic at the slightest bit of skinship?

  No, I didn’t think so. I was still me. Just a me that I had shared a little with someone I trusted.

  Although it was probably pretty damn stupid of me to trust my boss.

  No, I wasn’t going to think about that. I had made my choice and lamenting about it wasn’t going to change what was done.

  “What’s all this?”

  I turned around, having been just about to put another pancake on the stack I had been building up. Fitz was standing there in the door, leaning against his elbow and looking at me with a sleepy sort of appreciation.

  “I thought you might be hungry from all your hard work last night,” I said, smiling sheepishly at him.

  Oh God. I remembered several of my friends telling me about awkward morning afters and I hope that I hadn’t overstayed my welcome. Was I supposed to have slunk out to do the walk of shame? That wasn’t the impression I had gotten when I had fallen asleep in his arms.

  “Hard work? That’s one way to put it.”

  I relaxed at that. “Well, I definitely recall being hard definitely had something to do with it.”

  He groaned and approached me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing the side of my neck. “It’s too early for word play.”

  “If you say so, but I’ve been up for a while.” I pulled myself away and patted his cheek. “Sit. Eat.”

  “You know, I normally don’t let people push me around.”

  “Only when they’re feeding you, right?” I shot back.

  “Yeah, only then.”

  I pushed a plate full of food towards him then set about making my own spread. Mine was heavier on the fruit because pancakes had never really been my thing, but soon I was sitting right across from him at his kitchen island.

  We ate in a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s presence. I liked it, and I hadn’t realized that it was something t
hat was possible with anyone, let alone my boss who had at least twenty years on me.

  We finished around the same time and I hopped down from my stool, gathering our plates to put in his dishwasher. As I was putting the last thing in, I felt his presence behind me.

  I turned, a smile on my lips as he pulled me into a kiss. He tasted like blueberries and sugar, so this time I was the one who’s tongue darted out and begged entrance.

  He made a contented noise at that, which made me ache in the best way, and his hands came to squeeze my waist.

  The next thing I knew, he was picking me up and setting me up on the counter. I let out a breathy laugh at that, then wrapped my legs around his waist once more.

  “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” I murmured, pulling away from his kiss just enough to speak coherently.

  “I don’t know, are you thinking of me carrying you to my bed for a repeat performance.”

  “Yeah, that’s pretty much exactly what I was thinking.”

  He kissed me again and I quickly felt myself go dizzy when he pulled away suddenly. “Oh, wait a moment. I forgot.”

  He left to go to a room that I hadn’t been in. I wondered if he was going to get some sort of sexy secret toy or tool or something, but instead he returned with a thick stack of paper that was bound together.

  “I need you to sign this,” he said, placing it in my hands then giving me a pen.

  “Wait, you need what?” I asked, looking at it. But my entire body went cold as I recognized exactly what it was. I had viewed a couple of them in my month of working with him, but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why it was in my hands. “This is an NDA.”

  “Uh-huh,” he said, stepping between my legs again and going to kiss me. But I pulled away, my mind trying to wrap around what was happening.

  “This is a legal, binding document.”

  “Yeah,” he said with a laugh. “You’ve looked at them before, why are you staring at it like it’s in French.”

  “I speak French,” I shot back. “But what I don’t get is why you’re giving me an NDA. What, is your house some sort of Area 51?”

  He chuckled like I was oh so hilarious, but I felt my temper quickly mounting. “Don’t be silly. It’s for us sleeping together.”

  I breathed in through my nose then pushed that air out of my mouth. “Are you saying that you think you require a legal document that threatens me with monetary consequences for me not to tell anyone about our… whatever we’re doing?”

  “Hey, it’s there to protect you too.”

  No. I couldn’t do this. It was too weird.

  I set the papers down and pushed Mr. Fitzgerald out from between my legs before hopping down to the ground.

  “I need to go.” I may have only just recently lost my virginity, but I hadn’t been born yesterday. I knew that I was being insulted even if Fitz didn’t. The gall of him, to throw a contract towards me like I was some pawn that he could buy off. Like he could own my words and my story with his legalese and flock of lawyers.

  “Wait, what’s wrong?” he tried to catch me, still laughing lightly like he thought I was joking, but I batted his hands away. That seemed to be when he got that it wasn’t a joke anymore and his tone turned serious. “Wait, Bev, what’s going on? What happened?”

  “Don’t worry about it,” I snapped, heading straight out the door.

  “Bev, you can’t go out there barefoot and practically naked!”

  I reached his doorknob, grabbing my purse then throwing the entrance open, giving him only a single glance over my shoulder. “Watch me,” I spat and then I was out and walking.

  It was still so early in the morning that not even the sun was out. I wasn’t worried about anyone spotting me in my walk of fury, just as I wasn’t really worried about being late to work -if I even went. If I could even stomach looking at his face so soon. But even with my anger warming me, I knew I needed to plan ahead at least a little bit.

  I could call a cab or an uber later, my phone was safely tucked in the waistband of his underwear. Yeah, that was practical enough to soothe the matter of fact part of my mind. I would be responsible, I would make sure I got home safely, but for now, I just needed to walk and let my anger burn off.

  I had known that it was stupid to sleep with my boss, that I was only going to get hurt. I guessed that I just hadn’t expected for it to happen so soon.

  Oh well, lesson learned. Maybe I didn’t know a lot, but I did know that letting him try to bind me with that contract went against everything I stood for.

  And if I didn’t stay standing for something, then I was going to fall for everything, and I had survived far too much to sink into that trap.

  I couldn’t take my virginity back, but I could take back my trust, and it seemed like that was just what I was going to have to do.

  Pity.

  Fitz

  “Jessica!” I bellowed, not even getting up from my desk. One of my secretaries quickly skittered in, looking more stressed than she had in weeks.

  “You want to tell me why none of my reports are on my desk like they’re supposed to be?”

  “Apologies,” she said quickly. “With Beverly having called out we’re struggling a bit with covering all of the bases she usually covers.”

  “She’s only been here a month,” I snapped. “You survived when she wasn’t here; don’t be lazy.”

  “Yes, sir. Of course, sir. We’ll get you those reports ASAP.”

  I knew that I was being a piece of shit, but I was angry. I’d been having the best night I’d had in years and then somehow, all of it had ended up on its head.

  Sleeping with Bev had been everything that I had wanted and more. Virgin though she may have been, it was like she had been made for me. Made for worship. Her skin had been so soft, and her womanhood had been perfectly warm and wet. Any tighter and I wouldn’t have been able to get in. She was everything that I had ever wanted and more.

  And then she’d stormed out of my house like I was evil incarnate.

  All because of a stupid stack of papers.

  I had thought that she would understand. Beverly had long since proven to me that she was both practical and driven. While I wished I didn’t have to have an NDA for anyone in the industry that I shared the night with, I’d long since learned my lesson.

  It’s happened about a dozen years earlier, when a woman I’d had a tryst with had tried to blackmail me. It had been such a PR nightmare because she had taken… er… photographic evidence of certain things and wanted quite a pretty penny for them.

  I remembered feeling stupid after. Tricked. Used. And I vowed to never put myself into that situation again. The contract protected me, made sure that my trust couldn’t be violated again. If Bev had just given me a chance to explain, I was certain she would have gotten it. She knew what it was like for people to break their word, to take advantage.

  Or would she?

  Maybe I was just far too hung up on her. Like she had said multiple times, she was just an assistant. A nobody. A recent graduate who hadn’t had a chance to amount to anything and would stand to benefit quite a bit by being involved with me.

  Perhaps that was why she was so angered by the contract. Maybe she’d had nefarious purposes in mind and was upset that he cut her off at the pass. Maybe her entire virginity story was fabricated to try to lure him in.

  No.

  I knew that wasn’t the case.

  Bev wasn’t the type to lie, and even if she did, I could tell that she had never had sex before. While people’s obsession with the hymen was so scientifically inaccurate it was often ridiculous, there were other ways to tell. The nervousness, the uncertainty, the way her body resisted his push like it had never been entered.

  The way she had looked at him with those green, green eyes.

  I sighed and let my head rest in my hands. What was I doing?

  “Mr. Fitzgerald?”

  The intercom at my door buzzed with my other secretary’s
voice and I tried not to automatically bark out a response. I wasn’t a child, throwing a temper tantrum because I didn’t get what I wanted. I didn’t need to take my crankiness out on my employees.

  Even if they were grating on my last nerve.

  Maybe I was the one who’d gotten too reliant on Bev’s soothing presence.

  “Yes?”

  “Charlie’s here for you, sir.” I didn’t like her using the same honorific that Bev used for me. It sounded wrong. Grating.

  “What? I thought we were supposed to meet Thursday.”

  “He says he’s here for pleasure, sir. Not business. He’d like to take you out to lunch if you still have time for old friends like him. Those are his words, sir. Not mine.”

  “Yeah, I figured.” I rubbed my temples, wanting more than anything to send him away. But I couldn’t just sulk because my hookup was mad at me. I had a business to run, after all.

  “Fine. Tell him I’m on my way down.”

  There was a pause where I assumed, she was using her company phone to relay my agreement to Charlie. He had the number of both of them, of course, as well as several other high-level managers. “He says he’s out front in his town car. Try not to dawdle.”

  “Tell him to shove it,” I said, managing the slightest chuckle at the old goat’s chutzpah before getting out from behind my desk. If anyone could distract me, it was him.

  Our lunch ended up taking two hours and did help the afternoon go faster, but I still felt scraped like a raw nerve by the time I got home. I went straight to my bed and collapsed, hoping it would comfort me, but instead I still smelled Bev’s presence.

  It had to be mostly in my head considering that I had changed the sheets, but just like my desk she lingered there, marking me. I just wanted some peace, but my mind kept returning to her again and again.

  “This is ridiculous,” I told myself, groaning and holding my head in my hands. I’d had lots of great sex before. Why was I letting this young, orphan girl from nowhere affect me like she was Aphrodite herself?