by Jamie Knight
His Forbidden Baby
An Accidental Pregnancy Romance Collection
His Secret Baby Romance Collection 2
Copyright © 2019
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
This romance collection contains Single Mom’s Secret Baby, My Father’s Rich Friend’s Secret Baby & My Doctor’s Secret Baby.
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Table of Contents
Single Mom’s Secret Baby
A Mother’s Day Billionaire Romance
Chapter 1
Molly
Chapter 2
Molly
Chapter 3
Molly
Chapter 4
Steve
Chapter 5
Molly
Chapter 6
Steve
Chapter 7
Steve
Chapter 8
Molly
Chapter 9
Steve
Chapter 10
Molly
Chapter 11
Steve
Chapter 12
Molly
Chapter 13
Molly
Chapter 14
Molly
Chapter 15
Molly
Epilogue
Molly
My Father’s Rich Friend’s Secret Baby
Prologue
Valeria
Chapter One
Alexander
Chapter Two
Alexander
Chapter Three
Alexander
Chapter Four
Alexander
Chapter Five
Alexander
Chapter Six
Alexander
Chapter Seven
Alexander
Chapter Eight
Valeria
Chapter Nine
Valeria
Chapter Ten
Alexander
Chapter Eleven
Valeria
Chapter Twelve
Alexander
Chapter Thirteen
Valeria
Chapter Fourteen
Valeria
Chapter Fifteen
Alexander
Chapter Sixteen
Valeria
Chapter Seventeen
Alexander
Chapter Eighteen
Valeria
Chapter Nineteen
Valeria
Chapter Twenty
Alexander
Chapter Twenty-One
Valeria
Chapter Twenty-Two
Valeria
Chapter Twenty-Three
Valeria
Chapter Twenty-Four
Alexander
Chapter Twenty-Five
Alexander
Chapter Twenty-Six
Valeria
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Alexander
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Alexander
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Valeria
Chapter Thirty
Alexander
Chapter Thirty-One
Valeria
Chapter Thirty-Two
Alexander
Epilogue
Valeria
My Doctor’s Secret Baby
A Virgin and Billionaire Romance
Chapter One
Anne
Chapter Two
Anne
Chapter Three
Ted
Chapter Four
Anne
Chapter Five
Ted
Chapter Six
Anne
Chapter Seven
Ted
Chapter Eight
Anne
Chapter Nine
Ted
Chapter Ten
Anne
Chapter Eleven
Anne
Chapter Twelve
Ted
Chapter Thirteen
Anne
Chapter Fourteen
Ted
Chapter Fifteen
Anne
Chapter Sixteen
Ted
Chapter Seventeen
Ted
Epilogue
Anne
Sneak Peek of His Secret Vegas Baby
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A Mother’s Day Billionaire Romance
His Secret Baby series Book 4
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Chapter 1
Molly
Mmmmm.
I groaned as the most handsome man I had ever seen reached his hand down to play with my pussy. He was already kissing me, and it was heavenly.
I felt a mixture of pleasure and comfort that I wasn’t used to feeling. I wasn’t sure where this stranger had come from, but I wanted to stay here in his arms. I also wanted to feel his rippled abs and his big, strong cock…
Blip, blop, blip, blop, blip, blop.
His face started to fade away as I woke up to the sound of rain pounding down outside, rather than to my alarm clock, like I was used to.
Of course this had to be a dream.
There was no way I would find a man like that in real life. If I could even find the time to try to find him.
Sighing in annoyance, I rolled over and picked up my phone to see what time it was.
Seven a.m.
Great.
I hated when I woke up earlier than my daughter, Kelly. Sleep was precious and I didn’t get enough of it. But once I was up, I always stayed up, since trying to get some extra shut-eye always proved fruitless.
I suddenly remembered that today was Mother’s Day. I had to work my waitressing shift later on, so I had planned to take Kelly, and my best friend Kate, out for brunch.
I supposed that since I didn’t yet have to get up and get myself and Kelly ready, I might as well continue the fantasy from my dream. My panties were drenched and I was horny as hell. It wasn’t easy dating as a single mother, so I basically never even tried.
In the past, all my attempts had proven to be a big time suck. As soon as they found out I had a kid, they were outta there, and I couldn’t say I blamed them. I loved my daughter, but I wasn’t sure I could handle spending day after day listening to her retellings of Disney movies and her asking a million questions if she weren’t my own flesh and blood.
So, my options were pretty much limited to BOB: my battery-operated boyfriend. Now, I immersed myself in the image of that hot guy who was just my type - whose type wouldn’t he be? - tall, dark, handsome, and dressed in a business suit, because he was a serious provider who knew how to take care of business and take care of his leading lady - me.
I thought about that hard cock of this Imaginary Perfect Man that I’d seen in my dream, and how much I wanted it to be inside me. I imagined him reaching down to feel how wet he was making me. He’d rub my clit while I stroked his big dick. And then he’d bend me over and give me what I needed: to be filled by him.
I couldn’t handle it for one second longer: I needed to cum. So, I reached over to my bedside table where I kept BOB. I opened the drawer and felt around for the vibrator I hadn’t had time to us
e in ages.
But then I heard the sound of a young child saying “Mommy?” at my door, and knew that it was all over for me. My Imaginary Perfect Man fantasy. My chance to use BOB. And my hope of getting to have an orgasm.
“Kelly?” I called out. “It’s early still. You want to sleep a bit more?”
Please, I asked, knowing it was futile.
“Can I come snuggle you?”
“Sure, sweetie pie.”
She came into my room and wrapped her little arms around me in bed. I was suddenly glad I hadn’t found BOB as easily as I’d hoped. I hugged her and smelled her hair, fresh from the bath she’d taken last night.
At eight years old, she was on the cusp of that stage where they still want morning snuggles. I knew that very soon she’d become a dreaded tween and would be saying, “Ewww, Mom, you’re annoying, go away,” every time I tried to hug her.
So, I welcomed any chance to do it now, even if it did interrupt other things I had had in mind to do.
“Mommy?” Kelly said in a sleepy voice, as she buried her head in my chest.
“Yeah?”
“Happy Mother’s Day.”
“Awww, thank you, honey. How did you know it was today?”
“Auntie Kate told me,” she said, using the nickname she’d called my best friend since she was very young.
Kate wasn’t really her aunt by blood, but, as my best friend who’d practically helped me raise her ever since I’d had her young and was quickly dumped by her dad, she might as well be.
“That was very nice of Auntie Kate. And very nice of you to come tell me Happy Mother’s Day,” I told her.
She smiled up at me, then yawned, her eyelids getting droopy. Maybe I could read a few pages of the book I was in the middle of, while she slept a bit more. That would be a nice Mother’s Day treat, since I rarely had time to read these days, either.
“We’re going to go to brunch when you wake up,” I informed her. “It’s at a real restaurant - not a crappy chain one like Mommy works at - and there’s a special buffet full of any kind of breakfast food you could possibly imagine.”
“Will they have Mickey Mouse shaped pancakes?” she asked, her sleepiness having turned into excitement.
“I’m not sure about that,” I said. “I was thinking more along the lines of fancy stuff. Like eggs benedict. Or poached eggs. Or salmon with eggs.”
I didn’t know why I had eggs on the brain. I guessed that was what I wanted to eat at the brunch, although normally I was more of a waffle fan.
“What about cereal?” she asked. “Will they let me have any of that?”
“Maybe,” I said, feeling uncertain, and afraid that this buffet might turn out to be a let down for her.
I had saved up for it, and Kate was pitching in, so I hoped Kelly would like it.
“The good sugary kind you never let me eat?” she pressed.
She was half sitting up now, and all hope of reading a book while she slept some more was dashed. but it was okay, because she was being her smart, cute self and I loved to be around her, even if it meant very little “me” time.
“You can eat whatever you’d like,” I reassure her.
“Lucky Charms?” she asked hopefully, bouncing on the bed a bit in excitement. “Cocoa Puffs? Cinnamon Toast Crunch? Let’s go now, Mommy, so we make sure we don’t miss out on the best cereal selection.”
“I don’t think it’s open yet,” I laughed. “And I’m not sure they’ll have cereal. I hope you like it no matter what they have, though.”
“I will, Mommy, I promise,” she said, looking up at me with her big innocent eyes. “It’s what you want to do on your special day, so I know I’ll like it.”
And that right there was why I loved spending every moment I could with her.
“Thanks so much, Love,” I told her. “I’m glad to be your mother on Mother’s Day.”
“I love you, Mommy,” she said. “But can we turn on your TV to watch Rhino Unicorns to the Rescue now?”
I laughed. Typical Kelly, bouncing back and forth between topics and desired activities like a ping pong ball.
“Sure,” I told her, realizing that maybe I could sneak in a few pages of the thriller I was in the middle of reading. I hoped I could remember what was going on last time I’d had the chance to read some of it. “And I love you too.”
I might not have Perfect Imaginary Man. I might not have a lot of time to myself. But I had Kelly, the best daughter ever - usually - and that was all I needed.
I mean, sure, I’d love a bunch of other stuff. Including a hot, rich guy who was good in bed, plus the time to explore his special talents.
But those things were just fantasies. At least in real life, I had the thing that counted most.
Chapter 2
Molly
Sammy’s Restaurant was well known in our neighborhood for being the preferred destination for working class guys to come relax with a drink. It didn’t hurt that our uniforms were one notch above what was worn at a “breastaurant,” so they got a good view, too.
It was only fitting that I was employed here as a waitress, since I had what boys in high school called “big knockers.” I could still hear their taunting in the back of my mind, along with my mother’s complaints that I should do something better with my life than get knocked up and serve food to demanding customers.
But on this crowded, hot day, I couldn’t care less because all I needed was enough money to handle my rent problems. My landlord was quite strict with me; he always felt that he could find a better tenant to live in the apartment that Kelly, Kate and I shared.
I would wish him good luck with that, but I didn’t think he deserved much good coming his way. The place was a dump and he was lucky to have a paying tenant.
I was only a hundred dollars short, but I was desperate to catch up on the difference, even though that meant working on Mother’s Day. I had enjoyed the nice brunch with Kelly and Kate - they did have a kids’ buffet that included a plethora of cereal options, thank goodness, and pancakes, although we were out of luck on Mickey Mouse shaped ones.
Kelly didn’t care though, and we’d all had a great time. It was well worth the money, but now I still needed to earn enough in tips today to make rent.
Almost everyone in this place today was male, and none of them seemed to know or care that it was Mother’s Day. They barked their orders at me or they shouted out creepy “compliments,” and, as usual, I wasn’t sure which I hated more.
I was moving back and forth between tables, taking orders and delivering food. There was nothing pleasing about the job, but it wasn’t like I had much of a choice.
When I was in school, I spent almost an entire year bouncing around from place to place with some of my friends until it became too expensive for me. My mother was livid with me because my only interest was hanging out with my friends instead of starting to look for a job.
It was my mistake, really, because I was young and dumb and free, preferring to party with my friends than to tackle real responsibility. I felt popular but looking back, it was fleeting and fickle. Things had now changed and I needed to take care of my rapidly growing daughter.
My popularity completely disappeared within my senior year as everybody else - my friends were mostly older than I was - had graduated and began to fit in to a new way of living. All my friends got jobs, got families and soon enough, I was the odd one out.
Since then, everything was a struggle for me. I gave birth when I was still quite young and before I had the opportunity to graduate from college, and Kelly’s father, to his credit, not that he deserved much, had not been expecting to have to be a dad. He gave me some platitudes but in the end, he bounced.
It wasn’t like I loved him, anyway - we had hooked up a few times and weren’t careful about birth control, again because I was young and dumb - and I felt it was better to raise Kelly on my own than have to chase him around trying to force him into something he didn’t want to be apart of
.
I was determined to love her and raise her as best as I could, and I believe I had been fulfilling that plan until now, but, looking back, I didn't realize how hard it was going to be a single mother. At first, I got support from my friends and family members, but now it had reached a point where the trouble was squarely on my shoulders.
Today, I was moving about in the restaurant in a short mini-skirt that matched my black, flowing hair. It was a required part of our uniforms - the supposedly “classier than Twin Peaks or Hooters but still a lot to ogle at” ones.
There was club-like music playing and the restaurant was busy. There were a bunch of guys staring at me, particularly when I passed close to their tables.
Then the inevitable happened. One guy literally smacked my ass, giving me an enthusiastic open-palm spank that left me in shock because of the guy’s rude brazenness in doing it.
I stopped dead in my tracks and I felt as though the music in the restaurant also stopped. My heart was beating very fast and I could feel the fury building up inside me.
“What the hell are you doing?” I demanded, turning around to meet a crude smile on a middle-aged man’s face.
He had a moustache on an otherwise craggy mouth and entire face. He didn’t seem at all embarrassed by what he had just done.
I was not sure if other patrons had noticed what had just happened, but I felt as though I was not going to be able to contain my anger.
“Sorry, miss,” he said, sitting there, unmoved. “I couldn’t help myself. You’re really beautiful.”
“So what?” I demanded, “That’s completely uncalled for, sir. You’re in big trouble.”
I felt the blood inside me warming up. I was so angry I actually wanted to slap the stupid smile off his ugly face. But he just sat there, unassuming.
“That’s illegal,” I said. “You can’t touch me like that. Get out of here.”
The man did not move; he just sat there and I immediately realized that my manager was walking over. Some of the other patrons had noticed the commotion and had stopped talking as my manager approached us.
“What’s going on here?” he asked me.
“Your waitress is very rude,” said the man who had just smacked me, as if my manager had asked him the question instead of me. “I did not expect this kind of poor, ungrateful service.”