Baby Surprises 7 Book Box Set

by Layla Valentine

  “Holding up just fine,” I said, my breath caught, the buzz from the booze perfect.

  “Good,” he said.

  A moment passed as the two of us looked out over the city.

  “Listen,” I said. “I don’t want to get too heavy on you or anything, but thanks for tonight.”

  He turned to me, half-smile on his face.

  “Happy to do it,” he said. Another pause. “But I have to ask; is there anything else you want to do? You know—something to make this night perfect.”

  I had something in mind, all right. I turned my body to Justin and closed the inches between us.

  “Well, there is something…” I said, looking up into his gorgeous blue eyes.

  He smirked, knowing exactly what I meant.

  Then he leaned in and kissed me hard.

  Chapter 5

  Heather

  As hot as the kiss on the balcony was, it only lasted a few minutes before the two of us realized that we wanted to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible.

  “Your place or mine?” I asked in between kisses in the elevator.

  “Ah, yours,” he said. “My place is…indisposed right now.”

  It was an odd way to put it, but I wasn’t all that concerned. I thought quickly about my place, how it was a mess of baby toys and other flashing signs that I was a single mom. I’d have to do something about them, but Justin coming over was certainly doable.

  “Mine is good,” I said in between more kisses. Damn, he was a good kisser. He knew what to do with his hands, and his taste was…something else. I felt like it was certainly possible that I could get drunk off how good he made me feel.

  We hurried out of the elevator and down to the front of the building where another luxury car awaited us. The two of us scrambled into the back seat, pouncing on each other once again.

  Justin climbed on top of me, and I could feel the hardness of his manhood through his slacks. Arousal began to well inside of me, and I craved more and more of his touch by the second.

  We eventually reached Greenpoint, coming to a stop in front of my building. Justin handed the driver another tip, this time two hundreds—the extra for, I assumed, dealing with the heavy petting happening behind him.

  I felt a little embarrassed to be bringing a man like Justin, whom I guessed was wealthy, to my humble walk-up. But if he cared, he didn’t say anything.

  “Top floor,” I said, my heels clattering on the stairs.

  Justin followed close behind, and when we reached my door, I came to a stop.

  “Listen,” I said, trying to spin a lie on the spot. “I…wasn’t expecting company tonight, and the place is kind of a mess. Mind giving me five to make it not look like such a disaster zone?”

  He laughed. I could tell he didn’t care one bit about the state of my apartment, but he was humoring me, and I appreciated it.

  “Sure,” he said. “You know where to find me.”

  I stood up on my tiptoes and gave him a slow, sensual kiss.

  “I’ll make it worth the wait,” I told him.

  “I don’t doubt that for a second,” he replied.

  I opened the door just enough to step inside. Once I’d shut the door behind me, I took in the scene.

  It was…bad. Baby toys were strewn here and there, and the kitchen counter and table were smattered with food stains. It one-hundred percent looked like a place where a single mom and her baby lived.

  I realized there was only so much I could do in a couple of minutes. The first step was turning off the overhead lighting and flicking on a small lamp. That did the job of hiding the stains.

  Next, I made a mad dash to scoop up the baby toys. I gathered them all into the toy basket and shoved the thing into the nearest closet.

  After a couple more minutes of frantic cleaning, I realized that I’d done all I could. I took a breath and opened the front door.

  “Ready?” Justin asked.

  “Ready,” I said, attempting to hide the frantic rush I’d just done with a sensual smile.

  He stepped in and took a quick look at the place.

  “Cute pad,” he said.

  “You think this is nice, wait until you see the bedroom.”

  “I’d love to,” he said.

  I took him by the hand and led him toward my room, quickly shutting the door to the nursery as we passed it, a tinge of fear running through me at the idea of him getting a peek inside.

  If he saw anything, he didn’t say so. And as soon as he and I were in my bedroom, there was only one thing on either of our minds.

  We went right back into kissing, his tongue moving past my lips and exploring my mouth. I moaned as he kissed me, the intensity of his touch and his kiss almost too much to bear.

  Justin reached down and placed his hand on my inner thigh, tingles running through my body at the sensation of his just-rough-enough hands on the sensitive, soft skin. He gave the flesh a firm squeeze, another moan sounding from me.

  His hand moved up, up, inch by inch. Soon he was on the hem of my panties, and I grew so aroused at the anticipation of his touch that I could hardly stand.

  “Bed,” I said, only taking my lips from his for as long as it took me to speak. “Bed—now.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he said, another one of his smirks spreading across his lips.

  Once we were in front of my bed, my hands moved over the buttons of his dress shirt, undoing them one by one, each undone button revealing more and more of an incredible physique. His chest was sculpted and cut, his abs perfectly defined, and his shoulders round and hard.

  I couldn’t believe that this body was mine to explore for the night. But there was still one more “asset” to check out.

  Justin set on my clothes as quickly as I was on his. He reached back and pulled down the zipper of my dress, peeling the dress down to my waist and exposing the bra I wore underneath, along with the first few inches of my panties. I helped him along, shimmying my dress down my legs and stepping out of it and my heels.

  Once I was in nothing but my bra and panties, Justin stepped back and took a long look over my body. Part of me was worried that it wasn’t what it was before I had Faye, and he’d find me wanting. But the hungry expression on his face made it clear that he liked what he saw.

  “Damn,” he said softly. “You’re incredible.”

  That Justin would find me this attractive just a few months after I’d given birth was something I had a hard time processing. I was thrilled and overjoyed and, most importantly, completely turned on. I was more than ready to lose myself in the pleasure his hungry eyes promised.

  Justin closed the distance between us and leaned down, placing his lips on mine. His kiss lingered there for a time before moving across my now-red cheek, then along my jaw, then down the slope of my neck. The feeling was like heaven, my entire body breaking out into goosebumps.

  I ran my hands through his hair as he kissed along my shoulder, then worked on the clasp of my bra, quickly undoing it, my ample breasts falling out. He teased my nipples lightly, the pink circles turning hard in his mouth.

  At the same time, he caressed me lightly through my panties, then hooked his right thumb into the waistband and pulled them down. Now I was completely nude before him, ready for whatever he had in mind.

  But first, I needed him to be as naked as I was.

  I went to work on his belt and button and zipper, undoing them as quickly and deftly as he’d undone my bra and gotten me out of my dress. Once his pants were down, he stepped out of his shoes and socks and was soon in nothing but his black boxer-briefs, his manhood straining hard against them.

  The sight of his erect member through his underwear pushed me to a new height of arousal. I needed him even more. My hands moved down the hard lines of his chest, over the flat plane of his stomach, then down under into his underwear.

  I gasped as I took hold of him, his manhood warm and solid and stiff. I began stroking him as he took off his underwear, moving my
fingers over his length and end. Justin let out a soft growl of pleasure as I stimulated him.

  “Okay,” he said, shivers of pleasure running through his body as I stroked him. “I need you on the bed—and pronto.”

  I smirked. “Yes, sir,” I said, taking one hand off of him and giving him a playful salute.

  He grinned at this before placing his hands on my hips and effortlessly lifting me up off the ground. I don’t quite know why, but I loved how he held me, taking me off my feet and placing me onto the bed.

  Once on my back, he crawled on top of me, his manhood hanging stiff and straight, pointed right at where I wanted it.

  He leaned down and kissed me more, my skin flushed and tingling.

  “You ready?” he asked.

  “So ready,” I said.

  He reached down and grabbed onto his length, pressing the end against my lips. I was more than eager for him to be inside of me, and with a slow driving of his hips, he was.

  “Oh, God,” I moaned as he entered me.

  He pushed deeper and deeper into me, my wetness affording him an easy entrance. Soon he was buried to the hilt. The feeling was like nothing else—almost as though he was perfectly made for me.

  Justin pulled back and drove into me slowly again. The pleasure was so right-away intense that I could hardly think straight. All I could do was grab onto the wide span of his shoulders and wrap my legs around his hips and hold on for dear life.

  His thrusting quickly picked up in speed, and it wasn’t long before I was on the verge of orgasm. Justin grunted hard, his gorgeous face a mixture of pleasure and concentration. He was something else—beautiful and strong and exactly what I’d wanted. At least, for tonight.

  A pulsing orgasm broke loose through my body, and I let out a shriek as the pleasure rushed through me, the feeling so intense that I was almost certain I was going to melt right then and there.

  Justin was next, and I could tell by the look on his face right when he passed the point of no return. Once he was done, he collapsed at my side, holding me close.

  “Thanks,” I said, once I’d finally caught my breath.

  He chuckled drily. “Not what I expected you to say, but thanks to you, too.”

  “Not just for that,” I said, laughing lightly. “I meant for tonight.”

  His smirk turned in a smile that was warmer, more sincere.

  “Yeah,” he said. “Sure.”

  “Seriously. The last few months have been…crazy, to say the least. A night out with a guy like you was exactly what I needed.”

  “And you weren’t such bad company yourself,” he said before planting a kiss on my forehead.

  I was done. The excitement of the night caught up to me, and I was so comfortable and warm in Justin’s arms that I soon fell asleep, a big smile on my face.

  Chapter 6

  Justin

  I woke up with a feeling of contentment that I hadn’t known in as long as I could remember. And that was before I glanced over and saw the beautiful girl curled up at my side.

  Memories of the night before came back to me in that scattered way they often did after a night of fun and drinking, and a smile spread across my face as I thought back over my date with Heather.

  She was still sleeping, and I took the chance to drink in how gorgeous she was. Her long, strawberry-blond hair draped across my chest, her adorable face of a pert, button nose and full, sensual lips rested on me, a slight smile playing on her features. I wondered if, even in her sleep, she was as happy as I was.

  And her body was something else. Heather’s figure was about as perfect as they came. One of her shapely legs rested across my waist, her full, round breasts were like magnets for the eyes. She was stunning, which made her shyness even more noteworthy—a girl as beautiful as she should feel like she could take over the world.

  After a few moments of me admiring her, Heather’s eyes opened slowly, her sparkling, mint-green irises even more striking in the morning light that poured in through the bedroom windows.

  When she saw that I was there, her slight smile spread even further. She must’ve had the same realization that I did when I woke up. She stretched out her willowy arms and brought in a big yawn before turning her gaze back to me.

  “Morning,” she said, her voice charmingly sleepy.

  “Morning,” I said right back to her.

  I couldn’t help myself. I curled my arm around her and brought her in for a slow, deep kiss. She tasted just as heavenly as she did last night. When I took my lips from hers, she gave me a gorgeous, broad smile.

  “Last night was fun,” she said.

  “That it was,” I said. “Regretting not going to your party?”

  “Not even a little,” she said, rolling over and grabbing her phone from the nightstand, glancing briefly at the screen. “I sent a text to my friend after we left the liquor store, saying that I couldn’t make it,” she said, running her hand through her thick hair. “But no text back. They must have been too busy partying to miss me, I guess.”

  She clicked off her screen and tossed the phone onto the bed before laying her head back on my chest.

  “So,” I said, my hand moving slowly over the soft curves of her hips. “What does Saturday have in store for you?”

  A strange look crossed her face, and she glanced away for a brief moment.

  “Um, busy this afternoon,” she said. “I’m meeting a friend for lunch.”

  I got the distinct impression that she wasn’t being entirely truthful with me; that there were some details she was leaving out.

  Nothing wrong with that. As much as I liked Heather, we’d only known each other for a little while. She was under no obligation to tell me everything about her life.

  “Then we have the morning together,” I said.

  “That we do,” she said with a smile, her finger tracing the outline of my chest.

  “And I’ve got some ideas how we can spend it.”

  “Something tells me we’re thinking the same thing,” she said.

  I pulled her in for another long, slow kiss. My member twitched to life below, but as it did, a low growl rumbled from my stomach.

  Heather took her lips from mine and raised her eyebrows.

  “Someone’s ready for breakfast,” she said.

  I was hungry—no doubt about that.

  “How about this,” I said. “Since you were nice enough to do the hosting, let me make breakfast. I’m not the most amazing cook there is, but I can do a mean French omelet. Then, when we’re good and full, we can burn off some of those calories.”

  “Mmm,” she said, the tip of her finger moving down my chest, over the lines of my abs. “I can’t think of a better way to start the day.”

  “Then let’s get to it,” I said.

  Before I could make a single move, however, a look of something like panic flashed on Heather’s face.

  “Hold on,” she said. “Let me, um, make sure the place doesn’t look like crap.”

  “Didn’t you already clean it last night?” I asked.

  “Yeah, but it’s daytime now—I might’ve missed some stuff.”

  I was about to tell her not to worry about it, but before I got a chance, Heather had thrown on a robe and rushed out of the bedroom, the door closing behind her.

  That was weird. Sure, I’d been over to enough girls’ places to know that women could be self-conscious about their apartments, but there was something more to the way Heather was behaving. It was almost as though there was something that she was hiding, something she didn’t want me to see.

  And as much as I wanted to give her privacy, I couldn’t help but be curious. I scanned the bedroom, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing caught my eye. It seemed like the average apartment of a busy girl in her late twenties, a pile of clean, unfolded clothes and all.

  Five minutes later, she opened the door and stuck her head in.

  “Okay,” she said. “Come on out.”

  Her head d
isappeared, and I couldn’t help but smirk. Something strange was up, but I did my best to put it out of my head.

  I rolled off the bed and threw on my clothes. I hated to be dressed with a girl like Heather around, but I figured I’d be back out of them soon enough.

  I stepped out into the hallway, the smell of brewing coffee greeting me. The hallway turned to the living room, and I took a quick glance around. It was a little messy, but otherwise a very standard, small-but-cozy Brooklyn apartment. The living room was bright and sunny, the window looking out over the bustling street outside. Heather was seated at a small kitchen table, a pair of empty coffee mugs in front of her.

  “Thanks for waiting,” she said. “I just haven’t had a chance to clean in a while.”

  “Trust me,” I said. “I’ve seen much worse.”

  I realized as soon as I said the words that this wasn’t the best thing to say—it suggested that Heather was one girl among many. Sure, I’d done the one-night stand thing plenty of times, but it was bad form to say it like that.

  Besides, there was something about Heather, something that made me think she might be more than a one-night stand. I couldn’t put my finger on why, exactly, but I already knew I wanted to see her again. And again and again.

  “Okay,” I said, taking a look over her small kitchen. “Ready for some slightly better-than-decent eggs?”

  She smiled. “Well, when you sell them like that,” she said.

  I stepped over to the fridge and pulled it open. I grabbed some eggs, a small package of bacon, and then went for the milk.

  But when I took the milk, I noticed a small can of something strange, an odd-looking can with a plastic covering on it. My eyes lingered on it as I titled my head to get a look at the label.

  “Having trouble finding something?” asked Heather.

  “Just looking for the butter,” I said, coming up with a quick save.