His Surprise Baby: Miracle Babies Book 6

by Hamel, B. B.

  This morning, though, feels different. I’m up and at it before the dawn and I even manage to get a workout and a shower in before she shows up. I’m dressed in slacks and a dress shirt like always when she knocks on the door.

  I don’t keep her waiting. “Good morning,” I say with a smile.

  “Here’s your dry cleaning and your Wall Street Journal.” She hands me the clothes and the paper. “Anything else?”

  She always asks and I always say no, but this time I give her a sweet smile. “Yes, actually.”

  She looks surprised. She was halfway turning to leave and go about her day.

  “What, uh, do you need?”

  “Come inside.”

  She pauses. “Inside?”

  “Yes, you know. The place that isn’t the street?”

  She hesitates but slowly follows me in. We step through the foyer and I hang the dry cleaning in a closet. I lead her back and into the kitchen.

  I glance back and notice her looking around with wide eyes. I can tell she’s staring at the paintings I have all overs the walls. Ever since I got money, I guess I’ve become something of a collector, although I don’t really share that part of me outside of my personal life.

  “These are…” She trails off. “Is that real?” She gapes at a particularly gorgeous Picasso.

  “Oh, yeah,” I say. “Got it at auction a few years ago.”

  She blinks. “Are these all famous?”

  “Not all of them. Some are.”

  “I didn’t know you bought this type of stuff.”

  “Don’t all rich people?”

  She laughs a little bit. “I don’t know, honestly.”

  “Art’s a good investment,” I say.

  “Really?”

  I grin at her. “Fuck, no. I just like it.”

  She laughs a little and I nod at the kitchen table. There are papers and pictures spread out all over it.

  “I need to take another trip to Poland in a few months,” I tell her. “You’re going to come with me.”

  She nods and doesn’t seem surprised. “Okay. I can do that.”

  “Good. That’s the basic info on the table. You’ll have to set it all up.”

  She walks over and sifts through it. “Okay, that’s fine.”

  I watch her looking at the documents. “Do you want something? Coffee?”

  She looks up, surprised. “Coffee? You’ve never invited me inside and now you want to know if I want coffee?”

  “Is that so hard to believe?”

  “Yes,” she says flatly.

  “Okay, fine. You don’t have to have coffee.”

  “No, now I want some.”

  I roll my eyes and pour her a cup. She takes a sip. “What is this?”

  “Folgers.”

  “You’re rich and you drink Folgers?”

  “I’m rich and also lazy and I don’t care what the coffee tastes like since I’m putting in milk and drinking it fast.”

  “How sophisticated.” She grins at me and looks around again. “I have to admit, though, this is a really nice place. Did you do all this yourself?”

  “Thanks, and yeah,” I admit. “I thought about hiring a decorator, but I don’t know. I don’t want to live in a place that feels like a hotel. I’d rather live in a place that feels like my own brand of shitty design.”

  She gives me a genuine laugh at that. “It’s not shitty, honestly. I mean, the art alone is amazing.”

  “Want to see the rest of it?”

  She hesitates. I can tell she’s wondering if she should run away before I draw her deeper into the house, and to be totally frank, she should be worried.

  She looks particularly sexy right now. Skirt, loose blouse, messy bun. I’m half hard just looking at her gorgeous legs and the tiny hint of cleavage she’s showing off.

  “Okay,” she says finally. “Just a quick tour.”

  “Right this way then, madame.”

  She smiles and I show her around downstairs. The parlor is mostly untouched, just to give the house a bit of historical flare, and I tried to decorate it like it’s an actual eighteenth century sitting room. There’s a home gym in the back, a little porch, and a little back yard, plus a living room. Then upstairs are guest bedrooms and bathrooms. Everything’s modern and clean. Since most of it never gets used.

  “And this is the best bit,” I say as we go to the third floor. I open the door at the top of the steps and we walk out into a single large room that takes up the entire third floor.

  She lets out a low whistle. “Wow. Is this your…?”

  “This is my bedroom,” I say. “Really, it’s more like my apartment.”

  There’s a sitting area with a fireplace and a TV above it, my bed off at the other end with dressers and nightstand, there’s a bathroom through another door, and a final door leads out onto a roof deck.

  “This is really nice,” she says, running her fingers over my antique teak desk. “I mean really, it’s a beautiful room.”

  “Thanks.” I follow her as she explores my things, trailing fingers over African fertility gods, Renaissance-era masks, and even the helmet of a knight with a lance hole in the side of it.

  “You know,” she says thoughtfully, “I can’t help but think you only invited me inside because I’m pregnant.”

  “Hadn’t crossed my mind.”

  She gives me a look. “You would’ve just given me those papers at the door before. You barely even noticed me.”

  “That’s not true,” I say softly.

  She turns around. “Sure it is. You never looked at me.”

  “I wouldn’t let myself.” I step closer to her. She stumbles back and runs into a statue of a man fishing that’s older than this entire city. She steps away from it, blushing.

  “Come on,” she says.

  “Why do you think Poland happened?” I say, coming closer to her. She keeps backing away until she finally bumps into my bed. This time, she stops moving.

  “I don’t know, alcohol maybe.”

  “No. It happened because I’ve wanted you since I hired you. I didn’t look at you twice because I wouldn’t let myself look at you twice.” I reach behind her head and take her hair in my fist. She lets out this soft gasp, so fucking sexy. It drives me wild, my heart pumping fast. “I couldn’t give in to what I wanted.”

  “So why give in that night?”

  “Stupidity,” I whisper. “But fuck, it felt good, didn’t it?”

  “Yes,” she says.

  And I kiss her.

  She doesn’t pull away.

  She doesn’t tell me to stop.

  Instead, she kisses me back just like I knew she would.

  Because she’s been wanting this just as much as I have.

  We kiss slowly and god, it feels good. I pull her tight against me, pressing her body against mine. I can feel myself getting harder as the kiss continues. I’ve never been so aroused by a woman before in my life, never so completely and so intensely.

  It’s like she’s the key that unlocks me. More than any other woman in my life, she drives me wild almost instantly.

  Fucking hell. It’s just a kiss, only a fucking kiss. And yet it’s so much more than that. I’ve been thinking about this ever since the first time I tasted her. Now that I know she’s carrying my baby…

  It means even more.

  I taste her slow and deep, winding my fingers through her hair. I grip it and hold tight. She lets out this sexy little gasp as I pull her hair back and kiss her neck.

  She groans when I whisper, “This is what I’ve been needing. God, girl, you taste so good.”

  “We shouldn’t do this. I mean…”

  “I don’t care what we’re supposed to do. All I know is I want this, right here and right now.”

  “Oh, god.”

  I smirk to myself. “I know you’re afraid.”

  “I’m not… afraid.” She tightens her grip on my back, fingernails digging harder. “I’m just worried.”

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nbsp; “Let go of that… at least for a little while.”

  I kiss her again and pull off her top. She lets it go, her hair spilling down along her shoulders. I kiss her neck and unhook her bra as she tugs at my belt, getting it undone. Her bra falls away as she pulls down my slacks. I kick them off as her hand reaches for my cock, stroking it slowly over the top of my boxer briefs.

  I pull my shirt off and toss it on the floor before unzipping her skirt. I push her back against the door and pin her there as I get her skirt off. I pull it down and drop to my knees in front of her, spreading her legs and kissing her stomach before pulling down her panties.

  I get her naked that quick and god, I’m so fucking happy I do. She’s toned and tight and gorgeous with perky little tits and pink nipples that are rock hard. I reach up to tease her breasts as my tongue finds her pussy, licking her top to bottom, pushing her lips aside until I get to her clit.

  She lets out a low moan. I feel her hips move in circles as she grabs my hair tight. I tease her breasts with one hand while the other cups her ass.

  “It’s too early for this,” she complains.

  “I don’t see you stopping me,” I shoot back, smirking up at her.

  She stares down at me, eyebrows pulled together, mouth hanging open. “How am I supposed to stop a man with his tongue between my legs?”

  “Good point,” I say with a grin. “All you have to do is speak the words and this will stop.”

  She closes her mouth, staring at me. I’m daring her to stop me, daring her to call this off. I’ll stop touching her if that’s what she really wants.

  The moment stretches on and finally I go back to my business. I cup her ass in both hands now as her back arches. My tongue works her top to bottom before sucking and licking her delicious little clit. She’s wet and rolling down my tongue, tasty and perfect.

  Those moans are like poetry. I love the way she pants, gasps, groans. It’s the symphony I use to figure out exactly how she needs to be licked and touched. I read those sounds and give her exactly what she needs.

  Which only drives her wild, of course. She rolls her hips against my mouth and I’m salivating for her, my cock fucking rock hard. I slide two fingers inside of her and I can tell she’s barely supporting herself at this point.

  I stand up, fingers still buried inside, stroking her slowly. She gasps as I find her wet spot and work it slowly for a second, sending her into shivering convulsions.

  “That’s right,” I whisper in her ear. “I can give you so much more, little Eden. You just have to be mine.”

  “Just because…. You’re touching, ah, my body…. Doesn’t mean you own me.”

  I laugh softly. “Still so defiant.” I stroke my fingers in and out. “I think I can change your mind.”

  She glares at me and I pull her over to the bed. I turn her around and bend her over, being a little rough. She looks back at me just as I spank her ass hard.

  She gasps and I grab her hips and sink my fingers back inside her pussy. She groans as I slide them out to tease her clit from behind. I get her going again, make her moans start up nice and loud, before I spank her harder.

  “Fuck,” she gasps. “Finn.”

  I smirk and pull off my boxer briefs. “A little spanking will make you change your mind,” I say.

  She glares at me. “I don’t think so.”

  I lean over her again, my cock nice and hard in my hand. “It’ll make this that much sweeter,” I whisper as I slowly sink myself inside her tight, warm, wet little cunt.

  She groans and falls forward onto the bed. I slide myself all the way inside, deep and rough, filling her to the brim. She grips the sheets and I let out a little laugh of pure pleasure and surprise.

  “God, you’re fucking tight,” I say. “I didn’t think I’d fit, but hell, girl. You’re like a glove. Wet and warm and fucking perfect for me.”

  She moans and shivers as I start to stroke in and out, nice and slow. I spank her ass and pull her back up toward me. I kiss her over her shoulder and reach around to find her hard little nub, rolling my fingers along it as I continue to fuck her in and out.

  She moans and rolls her hips back against me. I love her little sounds, her tight cunt, her taste, her body. It’s intoxicating and I remember why I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her.

  I took my taste that night and I’ve been good ever since. But now that I know she’s pregnant with my baby, now I’m not holding back anymore.

  I’m making her mine. And this is how I’ll do it.

  I fuck her harder now, spanking her ass. She gasps when I lace my fingers through her thick hair and grip it, pulling it back to rail my cock deep inside her pussy.

  I’m rough and uncontrollable. This is what I’ve been needing, oh, god, yes, this is it right here. I need to lose control for a little bit and nobody makes me feel this way like she does. Every inch of her tight, perfect cunt makes me hard and crazy for it, my blood singing for her taste.

  I fuck her rough from behind and slap her ass again. I’m going to leave handprints there on her perfect little ass. I want her to see it in the mirror later. I want her to turn around, see my hand, and think about how rough and deep I fucked her tight pussy.

  “Oh, god, Finn,” she gasps. “Oh my god. Don’t stop. Don’t you stop.”

  I lean forward again and kiss her neck. “You think I’d stop?” I whisper. “I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.”

  She groans when I pull out and turn her around. I slide her up on the bed and spread her legs wide. I bury my face down and lick her pussy, tasting her dripping cunt and nibbling her clit before sliding up her body to kiss her again.

  I love when she tastes her own pussy on my lips. I slide my cock inside of her, on my knees now, her legs spread wide. I fuck her hard as she presses her breasts together almost mindless with pleasure. Her eyes are rolled back and she’s moaning, writhing, rolling her hips. I don’t stop, I don’t slow down. I can’t hold back right now. I need to feel her, need to take her deep and rough.

  I rub her clit with my thumb as I fuck her and I know she’s close. “Please,” she’s moaning, begging, over and over.

  “You want to come on my big cock?” I growl. “You want to feel it?”

  “Yes, god, yes,” she moans. “Please, let me come. I want it so badly.”

  I go faster, rougher. I fuck her deep and hard. We’re sweating, panting, working for it, both of us lost in the pleasure of this moment.

  “Fucking hell,” I growl when her back arches and she lets out a loud gasp. I keep going as she comes, fucking her faster, taking her deep, taking every single inch of that beautiful little cunt.

  I can’t stand it. I’ve never seen a woman so fucking beautiful when she’s coming like this. I growl and feel my own orgasm rip through me, an explosion of intense pleasure as I fill her tight pussy with my cum.

  She moans and rolls her hips and we fuck like that for a little while longer, both of us finishing, both of us spent.

  I fall onto the bed and she curls up next to me. We’re quiet for a little while and I just enjoy the sound of her breathing, a smile on my lips.

  “That’s a good way to start the day,” she says finally.

  I can’t help it. I start laughing, and soon enough, she’s laughing too.

  She sits up on one elbow and grins at me. I kiss her, drawing her back down toward me.

  Her hands on my chest, her lips against mine. God, I can already feel my cock starting to stir again.

  “I’m glad you came in,” I say softly.

  “Yeah, me too.”

  “But unfortunately I’m not going to let you go anywhere for a while.”

  “Why not?” she asks. “Got a job for me?”

  “A very important job,” I say with a serious expression. “It might take all day. Do you think you can handle it?”

  “I don’t know,” she says, grinning.

  “I think you can.”

  I pull her closer and kiss her. We’re
both smiling and I don’t want to let this moment pass me by.

  I drink it in and hold onto the good mood.

  7

  Eden

  I stay in that bed for the rest of that morning. He puts me through task after task, working me hard, making sure I’m not slacking…

  Until we eventually fall asleep.

  It’s late in the afternoon, a little past three, when we finally wake up.

  “Morning,” he says, grinning at me and standing in the doorway to the bathroom.

  I stretch and groan. “How long did I sleep?” I can feel a nice ache between my legs from where he fucked me over and over.

  “A few hours,” he says, glancing at the clock. “Just got up myself.”

  I sit up on one elbow and look at him. The sheets fall off my bare chest and I can’t help but blush as his eyes instantly go to my breasts. I like the way he looks at me, even though I know I shouldn’t.

  There’s a part of me that’s screaming for me to run away. This is a mistake, I’m getting too comfortable, Finn isn’t the kind of man to let a girl lounge around like this. I’ve probably overstayed my welcome already. I mean, falling asleep in his bed like this and sleeping all day?

  He probably had a million things he wanted to get done this afternoon and I wasted all his time.

  But the other voice in my head’s telling me to stay right where I am, because look at him looking at me. His eyes scream adoration. He’s leaning against the bathroom doorjamb and smiling a little bit like he can’t get enough of me.

  I almost believe what he’s been trying to tell me. I almost believe that he wants me and wants to raise this baby.

  But that’s insane. What would a man like him want with a baby? I mean, he wants to give up his freedom to raise this child? That’s just insane. He doesn’t owe me anything. No man in his right mind would turn away from being one of the world’s most eligible bachelors.

  I’m not worth it. I’m just not.

  I pull the sheets up around my chest and his smile slowly fades. He looks like he wants to say something but I hear his phone ringing from somewhere on the floor.