His Surprise Baby: Miracle Babies Book 6

by Hamel, B. B.

  “Do you like it when your boss teases your pussy?”

  I bite my lip. “I probably shouldn’t.”

  “Probably not.” He cocks his head and sinks his fingers deep inside of me. I let out another moan and arch my back. “I need you to understand something, Eden. My gorgeous Eden.”

  “Yes?” I whisper, staring into his eyes while he slides his fingers in and out slowly.

  “Just tonight,” he says.

  I know what he means. He doesn’t have to say more.

  It’s a crazy bargain. I mean, who knows what I’ll feel after this.

  But god, it’s a bargain I want.

  “Yes,” I say. “Just tonight.”

  “Good.” That little smile again. He drops down between my legs and gets back to licking my pussy.

  And god, it feels good. Maybe I just made the dumbest choice of my life but right now it feels too good to complain. His tongue laps me up, his fingers sliding in and out, his lips sucking me and driving me wild. I grip his hair tight and press him harder as I roll my hips against his mouth.

  He clearly likes what he’s tasting as he lets out this low rumble of a grunt. He keeps going faster and I’m moaning, losing myself, not caring that this is with my boss. It’s wrong and it’s messy but god, I don’t care.

  He pulls back and slides his fingers deep. “Not quite yet,” he says with a little smirk. I stare at him, mouth hanging open, almost angry.

  He pulls me toward him and kisses me. He slides my panties off and leaves me there, completely naked, as he stands.

  “Beautiful,” he murmurs. “Just look at you.”

  My heart’s hammering. I’m dripping wet and practically shaking with anticipation. He takes off his tie then unbuttons his shirt, slowly, so fucking slowly. His smirk never goes away and it’s all I can do not to rip that shirt off his body.

  He pulls it off, takes off his white undershirt, and I stare at his naked chest and ripped abs. God, it’s not fair. He has the body of a Greek god, perfectly sculpted and chiseled to a fine intensity. I feel myself sitting up, leaning forward. He takes off his belt and watches.

  “Have you thought about what it would feel like to have your boss’s cock deep between your legs?” he asks softly.

  I shake my head. “No.”

  “Liar.”

  He takes off his pants. He takes off his boxer briefs. And he strokes his massive cock nice and slowly.

  Fucking hell. I gape at him, at his ripped, perfect body and that huge, thick cock. He leans forward and kisses me before pulling me up to my feet.

  I take his cock in both my hands and feel a shiver run down my spine. I think my fingertips are tingling from excitement. I have to remind myself to breathe as he kisses me again. His hands roam my skin, teasing my breasts, cupping my tight ass, teasing my soaking wet pussy.

  “I didn’t expect you to look so fucking perfect underneath all that clothing,” he whispers. “I knew you were gorgeous, but my fucking god, Eden.”

  I groan as he kisses my neck. “Come on. You’ve seen better.”

  “I haven’t.” He teases my breasts. “I really, really haven’t. You dress like an old woman sometimes but fucking hell, you’re hiding a perfect body.”

  I groan and pull his hair. “I do not.”

  He laughs and kisses me again. I can’t help but smile even though I’m annoyed he called me old.

  “Okay, maybe you’re dressing professional. But still, since we’re not being professional right now, I’ll tell you that you look much better like this.”

  He cups my ass and slaps it. I grin and bite his lips. He lets out a grunt and he pulls me to the couch. I straddle him and slowly, so agonizingly slowly, I sink back down along the length of his cock.

  He slides inside of me with ease. He’s huge, easily the biggest man I’ve ever felt inside of me, but I’m so wet it takes zero effort. I groan and wiggle my hips until he’s sunk deep all the way.

  I gasp and kiss him as he grabs my hips and slaps my ass. I start to roll and move my back, sliding up and down his slick cock. He fills me to the brim and it feels like heaven. I didn’t think I could ever feel like this but god, he’s incredible. The way he kisses, the way he handles me, even the way he makes me laugh.

  This isn’t the terrifying boss I’ve always known. This man is something more, so much more.

  I groan and start to ride him faster as he spanks me hard. It hurts and feel good and drives me wild. I push down and back and ride faster, faster, needing him to fuck me, needing him to fill me to the brim. I groan and keep moving, rolling, rolling, and his lips find mine, then my breasts, then my neck and throat.

  I’m in heaven, can’t think, can’t breathe. I feel him deep between my legs, pulsing with pleasure, working deep and hard.

  He suddenly grabs my hips and rolls me over onto my back. He takes my wrists and pins me there on the couch, my legs wrapped around his hips as he thrusts nice and deep.

  “You feel incredible,” he groans in my ear. “Slick and wet and fucking tight. You grip my cock and won’t let it go.”

  “God, Finn,” I gasp in his ear, and it takes me a second to realize that I’ve never called him by his first name before. It’s always sir or Mr. Kelly. But I guess when he’s fucking me, I can be a little more informal. “You feel incredible.”

  “You like getting filled to the brim, don’t you? You like when I push you to the edge.”

  “Yes,” I moan. “I love it.”

  “And I loved watching that perfect fucking body ride my cock. But it’s time to take it like I know you can.”

  I gasp as he fucks me harder. I’m sweating and I’ve lost all sense of time. It’s like we’ve been fucking for hours and hours or maybe just seconds. The pleasure’s doing it to me, moving me to a new space in my mind and it’s incredible.

  He grabs my hips, pins my wrists, teases my breasts. I gasp and groan and let him take me, god, I let him take me nice and rough. It’s incredible and I’m filled to the brim like I’ve never, ever been filled before.

  I can feel how close I am, right on the brink. He doesn’t slow, he fucks me rough and deep and hard. His cock slides deeper and deeper as he grabs onto my skin, fingers digging down, biting into me. I groan and roll against him as he presses his lips to mine and kisses me.

  I dig my nails into his back. I want to rake them down, scrape him, scream. I hold back though, barely in control at this point. He groans and his eyes flash, staring into mine. He’s gorgeous, so handsome, so intense.

  “You want to come, don’t you?” he murmurs in my ear. “You want to feel it.”

  “God, yes,” I groan. “I’m so close.”

  “You think you deserve to come, little Eden?”

  “Please,” I moan.

  “Don’t forget who the boss is.” He pins my wrists down, staring into my eyes. “Ask me nicely. Fucking beg.”

  “Please, Finn,” I moan. “Please let me come. I want it so badly. I need your big cock.”

  “More,” he growls as he starts to fuck me faster.

  “Take me, Finn, give me that big dick, I need it,” I gasp. I don’t talk dirty normally and it almost feels forced but god, I can’t think of anything else right now. I feel filthy and dirty and so, so good. I love his big cock as it thrusts deep inside of me, making me gasp and moan.

  “Keep fucking me,” I plead. “Let me come on your big cock. Please, Finn. I need it.”

  He growls and fucks me fast and rough. He’s an animal now and I can feel it as he pumps hard. I gasp and push back against him but he keeps me pinned down hard. I’m at his mercy, I realize, and the thought pushes me over the edge.

  I come as he fucks me. I come hard, blinding myself with explosive pleasure that rocks up along my spine and out along my limbs. My fingers and toes are tingling and my cheeks feel like they’re on fire and god, yes, it feels incredible. I’m moaning, gasping, begging his name.

  And he’s not slowing. That perfect body, gorgeous and hard. He�
�s not slowing down as he fucks me rough through my orgasm. I groan and roll my hips and he keeps going, fucking me deeper, deeper, giving me his cock until he finally groans, a deep, rumbling growl.

  I feel him fill me up. I feel him come deep inside my pussy. I wonder if it’s a bad idea but I don’t want to stop. He fills me deep and raw and I gasp and moan as we finally, slowly, incredibly come to an end.

  We lay there, sweating and breathing deep. I smile at him and he smiles back.

  “Not bad for your first trip abroad,” he whispers softly and kisses my neck.

  I can’t help but laugh. I feel so good right now, floating off the floor. I don’t care if he’s my boss and if this is a huge mistake.

  I let him kiss me slowly. “You know,” he says softly. “Strangely, I’m not that tired.”

  “No?” I ask, arching an eyebrow.

  “No.” He kisses my, long and slow. “No, I think I’m very awake.”

  “Maybe I can stay for a little longer. Keep you company.”

  “Good. I didn’t want to have to order you to stay.”

  I smirk and he kisses me again. I realize slowly that he’s already starting to get hard again.

  Yes, this is stupid. Yes, I’m making a massive mistake.

  But my boss is nearly ready for round two and I’m not about to stop this from happening. I suspect I have a long night ahead of me and I’m ready, so ready.

  I’ll take whatever he has to give.

  2

  Finn

  Two Months Later

  I rub my temples and lean back in my fancy ergonomic chair. This stupid chair is supposed to keep me from getting these stupid fucking tension headaches to begin with, but clearly it’s not doing enough.

  I sigh and stand up. I stretch and look out the window of my office, out over the city of Philadelphia. It’s a nice view, but it doesn’t hold my attention for long.

  I turn back and look out the glass windows of my office, out to the desk where my assistant should be. I check my watch again and feel a pang of annoyance. She’s never been late before or even missed a day. She can take time off, of course, but she absolutely can’t just fail to show up. I have to plan my time if I know she won’t be available.

  “Damnit,” I grumble to myself, annoyed. It’s after noon and it’s clear she’s not showing up yet.

  My gorgeous little assistant Eden. I keep thinking about that night we shared in Poland two months ago. It was a fucking good night, and ever since then the idea of sleeping with another woman hasn’t even crossed my mind. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, maybe the stress of the job eating at me slowly, but every time I think I might fuck some model… I just don’t bother.

  It’s like that incredible sex I had that night sapped me of all desire for anyone but her.

  That’s dangerous, of course. She’s my fucking employee. If I start sleeping with her on a regular basis then things are going to get complicated, and I can’t deal with complicated right now. We’re rolling out 5G all over this country and now we’re moving into European territory which comes with a whole slew of new issues and problems. I can’t be sleeping with my secretary on top of all this.

  But I also can’t have her skipping out on work. Annoyed, head hurting, I grab my jacket and pull out my phone. I text my driver to bring the car around and head outside, frustrated and a little pissed off.

  I probably shouldn’t do this. I mean, most bosses don’t make a house call when you don’t show up to work. And normally, I wouldn’t do it either.

  Normally I’d just fire her ass and move on.

  But no, I don’t want to fire her. That’s a problem, of course, but a problem for another time. Right now, I just want to understand why she didn’t show up.

  Maybe I’ve been too hard on her. I don’t think that’s it, though. She’s smart and capable and even if I’m demanding and I push her hard, she seems like she can keep up without any issues. No, I don’t think she’d quit just because I’m not an easy boss.

  It has to be something else, and I intend on finding out what.

  I get into the back of a black SUV and my driver, an older man named Thomas, looks back at me.

  “Where to, Finn?” he asks.

  I look at my phone and read him Eden’s address. “Should be an apartment,” I add.

  He nods and pulls out into traffic.

  I stare at the cars flashing by. That night keeps playing through my mind. I wonder if I had done something differently if I still would be in this slump. Normally I sleep with whoever I want whenever I want, it’s just that I haven’t wanted anyone at all since Eden. If I hadn’t tasted her that night, I wonder if I’d be feeling like this at all.

  Part of me thinks I wouldn’t. Part of me thinks it’s all her fault, but god, that’s a stupid part of me.

  It doesn’t take long before we pull up outside of a rowhome in a boring little neighborhood in south Philly. It’s a quiet street, although not a super nice one. I get out and walk up Eden’s stoop. The building’s been cut into a few apartments, so I ring the bell that has her name printed on a label next to it.

  I stand and wait until the door unlocks and opens a crack. Eden frowns as she looks at me before her eyes go wide.

  “Finn,” she says, then clears her throat. “I mean, Mr. Kelly.”

  “Why aren’t you at work?” I demand.

  She blinks rapidly. She’s wearing tight black yoga pants and a gray t-shirt. Her hair’s pulled into a messy bun and she’s not wearing her usual makeup.

  “I, uh,” she stammers.

  “You need to inform your employer when you’re taking time off,” I growl at her, annoyed at how hard my heart’s beating. She shouldn’t be so fucking sexy to me right now.

  “Come in,” she says finally, turning away from the door.

  I frown and follow her into the building. There’s a short hall that leads back and a staircase that leads up. She bypasses the stairs, passes another door with a prominent 1 on the front, and takes me to the door marked 2 in the very back.

  We step inside and she shuts the door behind me. Her apartment is small, tiny actually. It’s actually pretty surprising. “You live here?” I ask her.

  She looks at me with a frown. “Uh, yeah.”

  “It’s small.”

  Her frown turns into annoyance. “I’m aware.”

  “Am I not paying you enough?”

  “You pay me plenty,” she snaps, and I know that’s true. “It’s just that I like this place. I’ve lived here a while.”

  “You’re my personal assistant. I can’t have you living in a tiny little place like this.”

  “Where I live isn’t any of your business,” she says, glaring at me.

  I give her a placating smile. “Okay, fine. But you know what is my business?”

  Her anger falters. “Look, I should’ve called, it’s just—”

  “You should’ve called,” I repeat, nodding. “You’re right. But you didn’t. I should fire you.”

  She turns slightly gray. “Mr. Kelly—”

  “I’m not going to,” I say quickly, feeling a little guilty for scaring her. “But anyone else, I would.”

  Her color returns. “I don’t need special treatment.” The defiance in her tone is back as well.

  I sigh. “Why aren’t you at the office right now?” I ask her.

  She hesitates and can’t seem to meet my gaze. I glance around the apartment, from the little kitchen to the little living room and finally my eyes rest on a little white plastic stick sitting on a paper towel on the coffee table.

  I stare at it before taking a step closer. She doesn’t say anything as I stare down at it.

  “Pregnancy test?” I ask softly. “Oh, shit.”

  “I just figured it out this morning,” she says. “I’m sorry, Mr. Kelly. I should’ve called.”

  I look at her. “You’re pregnant?”

  She nods, finally meeting my gaze. “I haven’t been with anyone else.”

/>   The words are almost a whisper. But it’s like a cannon blast tears me apart.

  I stare at her, not sure what to say. For the first time in my life I feel out of control, utterly stunned and at a loss.

  This isn’t the kind of man I am. I come from nothing, from a family with nothing. I worked my ass off, built a company, then built another one. I’ve been successful because I dominate every situation and control everything around me as much as possible.

  But this, this isn’t control. She’s pregnant with my baby… and I had no clue.

  Fucking hell.

  She’s pregnant with my baby. This gorgeous girl, the girl I can’t stop thinking about, is pregnant with my child. I never thought of myself as a father, but now I can’t see anything else. I’m going to be a dad to this baby. I’m going to take care of my baby and I’m going to take care its mother.

  Maybe she doesn’t know it yet, though.

  “You should get yourself together and get to work,” I say finally after a long stretch of silence.

  She blinks, completely shocked. “Excuse me?”

  “You should come to work,” I say, walking to the door.

  “I just told you that I’m pregnant with your baby and that’s all you have to say?”

  I put my hand on the doorknob and look at her. “Can you still do your job?” I ask.

  She glares at me. “Yes.”

  “Then get yourself together and come into work. I’ll expect you in an hour.”

  I open the door and leave, letting it shut behind me.

  I let out a breath once I’m alone in the hall. I feel like someone kicked me in the fucking chest and my hands are almost shaking.

  She’s pregnant with my baby. This is a mistake, a huge mistake. Right in the middle of the most important time in my life, during one of the biggest and most high-stakes moments in my new company’s history. The rollout of 5G is hotly contested by a bunch of companies and if I drop the ball I’ll lose out on billions.

  Fucking hell. Add a surprise baby on top of all that, and, well….

  But it doesn’t matter. This is my surprise baby, and I’m going to do what’s right.