His Forbidden Baby: An Accidental Pregnancy Romance Collection (His Secret Baby Romance Collection Book 2)

by Jamie Knight

  That’s almost as impressive as saving your life, I thought, but I didn’t know her well enough to joke yet and I didn’t want to say anything that would ruin this otherwise perfect moment. Sometimes my sense of humor had a way of getting me into trouble.

  I bowed slightly.

  “The pleasure is mine. Please, come in.”

  “I don’t want to stay too long,” she said, “I don’t want to interrupt your party. I really just wanted to come by and thank you.”

  In that sexy dress that’s just begging me to take it off, I joked again to myself.

  “Nonsense,” I said out loud, “the party is complete now that you’re here.”

  She smiled happily as I ushered her into the house. I introduced her to my friends once we walked into the dining room, and everybody hushed momentarily and shook hands with her.

  “I’m Molly,” she said as everybody else introduced themselves, and it was the first time I was also learning her name.

  She insisted that she didn’t want to eat, but she was open to the idea of a drink. I served her some of the rare wine that all my friends were enjoying immensely.

  My friends continued eating while I sat with her in the living room, chatting. I was staring at her so intently that at some point, she had to ask me if there was something wrong with her face or if she had something on her face.

  My advances were obvious enough even for her to notice, but she didn’t seem to mind. She was clearly enjoying herself while talking to me.

  She had a beautiful smile on her face and pretty soon, I forgot that I was hosting my good friends from work. All I wanted to do was get into her panties.

  Chapter 5

  Molly

  I was finding it difficult to take everything in.

  When I met Steve just after I had gotten fired, he seemed to be a simple person with a good heart. However, I should have noticed just from the car he was driving that he was a rich person.

  His mansion was astonishing and when I knocked on his door, I immediately assumed that I was in the wrong place. His house was a real beauty, with manicured lawns and large trees spread out everywhere.

  I was already feeling privileged to make his acquaintance but I was also feeling very out of place. His friends appeared to be wealthy men and women, like him, and they were enjoying themselves over a lot of food and some of the most expensive wine I had ever laid eyes on.

  I flirted with Steve in his living room while his friends enjoyed themselves and I told him that I was feeling guilty for taking him away from their company. However, he was having none of it and continued staring at me so intently that I could feel my face redden.

  He really was a handsome man but better yet, he seemed to have a good heart. He was extremely polite and he told me about all sorts of exotic places he’d been to. He was well travelled, and he seemed to know so much about the world.

  “Again, thank you for showing me so much kindness,” I said. “My rent is due in a week and there was no way I was going to pay it now that I’m jobless.”

  “My pleasure, my dear,” he said.

  His stares made it clear to me that he was interested in me. I tried looking at the paintings and photographs hanging on the walls and I was surprised that I didn’t spot any that would reveal his family members. Most of it consisted of expensive, abstract looking artwork, as well as some photos he must have taken while traveling.

  “I take it you’re not married?” I asked at some point after the wine had given me liquid courage.

  He shook his head.

  “I haven’t found the right one. Not yet, anyway.”

  He winked at me as he said this, and a delightful chill ran down my spine.

  I was enjoying his wine but soon enough, I had to excuse myself and make for the bathroom. While I was in there, I realized that I was sweating, despite the house being nice and cool, and I also realized that this had to mean that I was developing an attachment to Steve.

  His kindness was phenomenal; I never expected him to treat me so well. I was just a simple person, a waitress – make that former waitress, now, at least for the time being. I had never had a problem getting waitressing jobs but who knew what kind of stain would be on my record thanks to Mr. Butt Grabber and my former boss, his enabler.

  I knew I didn’t have the same level of importance in this world – at least according to the standard corporate measures often used to decide a person’s worth – as Steve did, and I felt a bit like a fish out of water here at his fancy house. In general, though, it was a nice atmosphere and I was having a good time, so I stayed.

  However, I could hear snippets of the conversation that he was having with his friends while I was on my way to the bathroom. At some point, I heard one of the men mentioning the trouble that Steve was causing in the office, but I didn’t really hear much of it.

  I was surprised that somebody of his stature wasn’t married. Women were no doubt clamoring to be with a sexy, intelligent and wealthy man like him, yet here he was talking about living like a bachelor.

  But obviously, because he was earning so much money, I could tell that he was not really living the true bachelor’s life. There was no way that he was experiencing some of the usual problems that other bachelors had to go through.

  For one, he had two chefs, a melee of servants and I noticed what appeared to be a five-car garage as I was entering the mansion. He was clearly somebody who was used to living a comfortable life.

  I started wondering how the evening would turn out, considering all the fun I was already having. He really seemed interested in me and I wracked my brain trying to look for excuses that would allow me to politely reject him. But nothing was coming to my mind.

  When I got out of the bathroom, Steve was patiently waiting for me. His stares were making me feel slightly uncomfortable because I felt as if everyone could tell how much we wanted to tear each other’s clothes off, but he was very welcoming and his friends did not seem to notice the chemistry that was already developing between us.

  “I thought you’d never return,” he said with a smile, once I took my seat.

  “It’s not like I had travelled to a faraway country, like you always seem to, judging by what you’ve told me, as well as your photos on the walls,” I said, matching his smile.

  “Well, you may as well have. I’m already feeling lonely when you leave even for a minute,” he said, moving closer to me.

  I knew it was probably just a line, but it made my heartrate speed up.

  “You’re quite good at flattery,” I replied. “I appreciate your pick up line, but I just don’t think it’ll work on me.”

  “Really?” he asked. “Is that so?”

  He had moved so close I could smell the liquor on his breath, mixed with a waft of his expensive smelling cologne that had a super pleasant scent. He was leaning in to kiss me, and I simply could not resist. He planted a kiss on me, and I let him, because I loved it.

  How could a guy like this still be single and be chasing after a woman like myself? I expected him to be married into some royal family or something like that, not trying to get with somebody as normal as myself.

  I could feel his hunger as he kissed me. He clearly wanted to be with me, and I was completely blanking on a valid excuse to get myself out of there. I returned his kiss, noticing for the first time that all his friends were staring at us.

  From that point, everything seemed to move very quickly. He said that he wanted to spend the entire night with me, something I didn’t resist.

  I knew that Kelly was at home, but I was supposed to be working until her bed time, anyway, and Kate had said she was fine staying home while catching up on the reality TV shows she’d Tevo’ed. There was something magnetizing about being with Steve, and I tried to tell myself I deserved to live a little and relax with him, after having such a bad day prior to this.

  His friends were eventually done with dinner and they departed one by one until we were all alone in his living room. I
kept telling myself that I really should have returned home, but I simply did not put any effort into getting myself out of there.

  Instead, I let Steve guide me upstairs into his large bedroom that had a huge television screen on one side of the room, and a gigantic double bed occupying the other side. It looked like something out of a luxury hotel.

  He literally jumped out of his clothes while he sensually undressed me, paying close attention to my body. His hands were already crisscrossing everywhere and I simply could not resist his kisses.

  “Fuck yeah,” he said, looking me up and down after my clothes were off. “I couldn’t wait to see your curvy body out of that uniform. Ever since I saw you in Sammy’s, I knew I had to have you.”

  The way he was talking made my pussy dripping wet. I loved that he wanted me so much and that he was taking such charge in getting what he wanted.

  I stood naked before him while he admired my body for a minute before ushering me in between the sheets. This was going to be the first time that I had slept with a guy immediately after meeting him, but I was not feeling guilty at all.

  His cock was rock hard and as we got into bed, he reached into one of his dressers and removed a packet of condoms. I tried not to think about all the other girls that must have been in this bed, causing him to have the condoms so readily available.

  I told myself to just enjoy myself with him for one fun night and then forget all about it and get on with my normal life. I wasn’t going to tame a player. I was just going to let his experienced hands – and cock – work on me because I needed it after going such a long time without even using BOB.

  He strapped one of the condoms onto his cock expertly, before climbing on top of me. His bed sheets were velvet smooth and it was as though I was lying in a deep pile of snow, except for the fact that it wasn’t cold, of course. He kissed me as his cock searched for my pussy and then I felt the tip of it find me.

  “Yeah,” he grunted. “This is what I’ve been wanting.”

  I felt him sliding in gently.

  I held the back of his head as he started thrusting, and I was surprised that his cock was so big that it could reach all the way to the back of my pussy and fill me up completely. I felt so full of him that I wanted it to last forever, although I knew it couldn’t.

  There was barely any noise apart from the music that was playing from the large television screen. That light was also the only source of illumination in the room. It was as if time wasn’t passing and Steve and I were in a sacred pleasure zone for only him and I to know about.

  He started grunting slightly as the pleasure made my body shudder. He reached down and played with my nipples, and then my clit, until I found myself letting go in a pleasurable, almost violent orgasm that rippled through my entire body.

  “Oh my God, that feels so good, Steve,” I said, as I felt like putty in his arms.

  I was gasping for breath and wriggling all over the place. It felt nice to just let myself go and be vulnerable with him, letting him watch me orgasm.

  “Good,” he said, his eyes fixed on me. “I like to make you cum.”

  I could tell that it was true. He was a passionate but hungry lover and soon enough, he turned me around and started squeezing my ass.

  He started fingering my ass hole and I jumped a bit in shock, but I didn’t protest. I felt like my body was his for this moment and he could do what he wanted to with it.

  His cock was so hard, pulsing and throbbing as it was crammed in my pussy while his fingers were playing with my ass hole, and I was starting to be afraid that he might accidentally hurt me in his vigor. His grunts elevated into pleasurable moans and it seemed as though he was never going to let me go.

  I started working up a sweat, but it was because of the nervousness I was feeling, rather than the heat that was settling inside the bed. He did not utter a word for the next couple of minutes as he worked on my body and cupped his hands on my breasts and then let them trail down my stomach.

  It was obvious to me that he was very experienced and skilled at love making, judging by how he was fucking me. His thrusts were quick and deep and felt so good; it was a fuck like none I had experienced before.

  So, this is what it really felt like to sleep with a man who was truly crazy about me, I thought.

  Or was it just that he was so experienced?

  I was going to tell myself it was the latter, because I didn’t want to get my hopes up about the former.

  It was obvious that his best position for cumming was when I was on my stomach and my ass was staring right at him. He worked me in this position while I came again, and he slapped my ass lightly, saying, “Fuck yeah, that’s right baby, cum on my cock.”

  This made me feel even better and I was sliding all over his cock, cumming hard and good as his hands pulled my waist and ass up and down on him.

  Soon enough, he grunted very loudly, his cock going nice and deep, to the extent that I winced.

  “Yes, I’m cumming with you,” he called out, so loud I was afraid people in the hallway of his mansion might hear us, despite the loud music and the voices that I knew were still partying out there.

  He came hard, his hand grabbing the pillow beside me with a lot of force. I felt his body shuddering as he finished off, then he got off me and lay on the bed, carefully removing the condom and casually dropping it into a fancy waste basket by the side of the bed.

  That was a good fuck, much better than any I had ever experienced. But I guess that was because I had never been in bed with as interesting a person as Steve before.

  He lay there panting for a while as I closed my eyes and tried to relive the pleasure he had just given me.

  I started wondering whether this was going to be the start of an interesting relationship or if I could really walk away from it after one night as I had been planning.

  I had a feeling that would turn out to be more difficult than I’d thought it would be to pull off. Because Steve had completely won me over.

  Chapter 6

  Steve

  We were out on a really nice date.

  Molly showed me a local restaurant that was not far from where she lived, and they served some good beef combinations. She said it was her favorite restaurant and I started understanding why as I enjoyed the food with her.

  We were seated at a corner booth that had excellent views of a small outdoor garden, and for once in this warm weather, it was drizzling outside. Everything looked cold and miserable, but my one comfort was being with Molly.

  The past couple of months had been quite rosy for Molly and me; we were officially going out and I was liking how much she was enjoying my company. We were spending lots of time together and we had already spent a couple of nights together, as well, during the times that Kate could watch Kelly overnight.

  Molly appeared to be quite happy being in my company and I felt as though she was changing my general perception about dating. If there was somebody I was feeling very comfortable being around, it was Molly.

  Today, she sat across from me at the table, staring deep into my eyes, and I felt conscious of the need to reciprocate her feelings. We had slept together over the past couple of days and it was an experience like no other, even considering the number of girls I had been with before Molly. Suddenly none of them held a candle to her.

  I had spoken with one of my friends who owned a restaurant on the other side of town and managed to secure a new waitressing job for Molly. She was extremely grateful and settled into her new work quite happily.

  I wasn’t sure whether things could get better for the two of us, but I also acknowledged that our relationship was still at an infantile stage. I had no intention of letting Molly go anywhere, since this was the first time I truly felt comfortable being around a woman for more than a quick hook up.

  Molly was already busy with her new job, but she always found time to come back to my place and even spend the night. I could tell that she was attracted to me from the way we spoke
, made love and even how she just looked at me.

  She was so smart and funny. She had a lot of life experience and some of the stories she told me about herself were quite surprising and eye-opening.

  I didn’t want to disappoint her but instead I wanted to make her feel as enchanted with me as I was with her. I wanted to put my best foot forward. I was just hoping that my reputation for being a player wouldn’t affect how things were going for the two of us.

  Usually, my status as a player was an asset, because it let girls know right off the bat that I wasn’t the “settling down” type. With Molly, though, I felt differently. I didn’t want her to think I wasn’t serious about what we had going on.

  Because I was really fucking serious.

  “So how has Kelly been?” I said to her, as we enjoyed the quiet ambience of the restaurant.

  She talked about her frequently but I had yet to meet her eight-year-old daughter. I knew she didn’t want to introduce her to anyone she wasn’t in a very serious relationship with.

  Molly took a sip from her wine glass. “Oh, she’s been very… ‘Kelly’-ish. Driving me up the wall with wanting to redecorate her room every other week. The current theme is puppies. But last month, it was unicorns.”

  “That’s cute,” I told her, and meant it.

  I normally didn’t care what little kids did, but the way that Molly spoke about Kelly was so cute; I could just see her personality come alive from the stories. I was sure that it was because Molly loved Kelly and I… well, I liked Molly. I supposed I wasn’t at the “love” stage yet, but it felt as close to love as anything I’d ever experienced.

  “Is Kate watching her tonight?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” she said. “Good ole Kate. I’m so glad I have a best friend and roommate who is also like an aunt to Kelly.”

  “That sure is nice,” I agreed. “It sounds like a great arrangement.”

  Molly nodded.

  “I mean, it’s the next best thing to…”