Boss's Accidental Baby: A Billionaire Small Town Second Chance Romance (Secret Love)

by Nikki Bloom

  My smile widened. “Two Long Island iced teas. And can I get this turned into quarters, please?” I asked, handing Emily a ten-dollar bill.

  “Coming right up.” She smiled, taking our empty glasses.

  Acacia's eyebrows knit together. “Quarters?”

  I nodded. “We're gonna play some pool, maybe a round of darts if you're down. But be warned, I kick ass at both.”

  She snorted. “I'm amazing at darts. However, I haven't ever played pool before, so you'll have to teach me.”

  “Ready to learn how to knock some balls around?” I asked Acacia as we approached the pool table, immediately regretting the terrible attempt at a joke.

  But by some miracle, she laughed earnestly at the joke. “Clever. Let's see what you've got,” she agreed, grabbing two cue sticks from the wall.

  I put a dollar fifty into the pool table and racked up the balls, spinning them around ten times before I pulled the triangle. Acacia was enthralled with what I was doing when I looked over at her and I couldn't help but feel prideful.

  “Do you want to break?” I asked her, gesturing toward the pyramid of balls.

  She looked at them and then back to me with a grimace, holding a cue stick out to me. “Maybe you break the first time and I'll do it next time.”

  After taking it from her, I ran chalk over the tip of my cue stick and smiled at her. “You should take this and rub chalk over your cue stick; if you don't your shot might be off due to a lack of friction.”

  She nodded in understanding and smiled as she did as I said. “So show me how it's done already! I'm ready to surpass my teacher.”

  I chuckled softly as I lined up my shot. “We'll see about that.”

  Acacia leaned against the pool table as I sent the cue forward, knocking the balls around the table, and sinking two solid balls. She looked impressed and then waved her hand dismissively. “Anyone could make a shot like that.”

  “Oh? I guess you'll have to show me when you break next round then,” I teased her, taking my second shot which moved a few balls around, but didn't sink any.

  She smirked. “Oh, I will.”

  “It is your turn,; you're stripes. Which are the balls that look like this,” I informed her and pointed at one of the striped balls.

  I watched her move into position, holding the cue stick completely wrong, and when she sent it forward, the cue ball bounced off the table. She winced as it rolled into the wall, and gave me an apologetic look.

  “Am I allowed to try again?” she asked after retrieving the ball.

  I pretended to think about it for a second and then smiled softly. “I'll allow it. Can I show you how to properly make a shot?”

  She paused for a moment, as if she were pondering the idea, and eventually nodded. “Please do. I definitely wasn't expecting to shoot the ball right off the table like that.”

  “Put your hands like this and loosen up your fingers a little bit. Then, you focus on the ball you're trying to pocket, and release,” I instructed, putting my hands on hers and leaning my body into hers as I moved her hands. The warmth of her body against mine was maddening, and when she pushed her ass against me, I had a hard time not reciprocating the action.

  She squealed in excitement when the cue ball knocked two of her balls into the pockets. Her body bumped against mine and before I could move away, Acacia threw her arms around me. I melted into the embrace, running my hands up and down the length of her back soothingly.

  I smiled at her warmly when she pulled back. “See? It's not that hard.”

  Acacia was quiet for a moment and then she returned the smile, but something in her eyes didn't sit right with me. They brimmed with unshed tears and when she blinked I saw the smallest of tears roll down her cheek. Before I could ask her if she was okay, she gestured toward the table and told me to take my turn.

  For several turns, Acacia struggled with her shots and I offered to show her again, but she declined, determined to figure it out. Until I had only one ball left and she had four, before we could go after the eight ball. At that point, she grew frustrated and asked for my help. She gave me the puppy dog eyes and jutted her lip out. I couldn't help but smile as she continued to progressively make herself look cute.

  “Come over here,” I told her, after enjoying the show for a few moments.

  Again, I wrapped my arms around Acacia's body and pressed against her. I could smell the liquor on her breath, mixed with the sweet smell of her perfume. For the second time, when sinking two of her balls into the pocket, again she hugged me tightly in her excitement. Unlike the first time, however, Acacia didn't pull away. Instead, she buried her face into my chest.

  I wondered if she could hear how quickly my heart was racing, as I held her tightly and inhaled the strawberry scent of her hair. She fit so perfectly into my arms, the warmth of her body comforting me so much that when she did eventually pull away, it left me cold.

  By last call, Acacia and I had reached a level of intoxication that made driving impossible. Hell, she was having a hard time standing upright there for a bit but bounced back after a glass or two of water. I wasn't surprised that she couldn't keep up with me. No, what surprised me was how touchy-feely she had been. Constantly, she asked me to help her with her shots during pool and leaned into my touch when I came up behind her. During our darts tournament, she asked for help with her throws to the same effect. It gave me hope and I took advantage of her openness to explore with me.

  We'd been laughing and having a great time when she suddenly clammed up.

  “Hey, Kit?” Acacia called, walking her fingers up my exposed forearm slowly.

  “Yes?” I answered.

  She continued to trace my skin with her fingers, looking at them. “I don't want to go home. My parents don't like it when I drink and I really don't want to fight with them in the morning.”

  “You can stay with me tonight if you'd like. I can sleep on the couch and give you the bed. And I'll drive you home in the morning so you can get ready for work,” I offered, turning my arm over to grasp her forearm loosely.

  She smiled at me warmly. “No way. We can share a bed. I trust you.”

  That is a terrible idea, I thought as her fingertips continued to trace the expanses of my forearm, and that feeling in my chest bloomed. How is it possible that the simplest of touches from this girl can give me such a high?

  I chuckled softly and pulled out my phone. “I'll get an Uber and we can head out. Drink the rest of your water, okay?”

  In the next thirty minutes, Acacia and I traveled from the bar to my apartment, and by the time we stepped in the front door her attitude towards me had completely changed. She stepped toward me and pulled the collar of my shirt until our lips touched, a testing kiss that she pulled away from.

  “Acacia,” I whispered, looking into her eyes. “Are you sure this is what you want to do? I don't want to do this unless you're one-hundred-percent sure.”

  She took a step away from me and untied the top of her dress. I watched, astonished by her actions, as the dress fell to reveal her supple, creamy breasts. Her voluptuous hips were the only thing keeping her dress on as she reclaimed that step toward me with a seductive narrow of her eyes.

  “I'm asking you, Kit, please take me to your bedroom,” she whispered, running her hands under my shirt to caress my abdomen and my chest.

  I picked her up, kissing the length of creamy skin from her chest to her lips as she wrapped her legs around me and tangled her fingers in my hair. As I carried her to the bedroom, she rubbed an adventurous tongue against the inside of my mouth, tasting of liquor.

  I groaned softly when she baited me into her mouth and bit down on my tongue playfully. The action sent heat throughout my body and that excitement drew my hands underneath her dress to cup the soft, roundness of her ass firmly. She moaned softly in response as my fingertips grazed the fabric of her panties.

  Her teeth grazed my bottom lip aggressively when I continued to toy with her through he
r panties.

  It sent pain and pleasure through me and I tossed her onto the bed. She smiled at me as I stood next to the bed, her legs parted just enough for me to see the red lace of her panties. The fabric had ridden up and I could see the pink flesh underneath, creating a highly pleasurable sight.

  I took my shirt off and tossed it aside when Acacia ran her tongue across her lips seductively, her fingers beckoning me forward. She giggled lustfully when I crawled over top of her and she wrapped her legs around my waist.

  “I'm going to ask you one more time,” I stated, capturing her chin between my fingers and holding eye contact. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

  She smiled seductively at me as she unbuttoned my jeans. “Kit, I am one-hundred-percent sure this is what I want. You're a gentleman and I respect you for taking care of me, but please, take your pants off.” Acacia's hand slipped beneath my jeans to stroke my hardness through the cloth of my boxers, her eyes widening.

  I smirked at her reaction. “Like what you feel?”

  Acacia's cheeks flamed. “Maybe. But what can you do with it?” she challenged.

  Her challenge was the final push I needed to give in to my urges.

  I stood with Acacia in my arms once more and set her on her feet, undressing her quickly and then myself. Her body in the dimly lit bedroom was a dream of supple curves drawing me in. I admired it for a moment before I pushed her back into the bed and reclaimed my position over her.

  She was quick to grab my hardness, positioning herself against it, and then thrust herself onto it. Her eyes narrowed to slits and she moaned as our pelvises worked in tandem. I captured her lips with mine as her nails dug into my back and she kept me in with her legs wrapped around my waist.

  I basked in the warmth and the tightness of her core, my thrusts continually gaining speed and strength. She immediately had me hooked on the feeling, not only from a sexual sense but an emotional sense, too. For years, I had been in love with this woman and finally, she was giving me the light of day.

  Acacia's moans in between kisses were progressively becoming more frequent as she moved her hips eagerly. Her face was flushed and her hands dropped from my shoulders to the bed where she gripped the sheets tightly.

  I pressed kisses to her face and neck, kneading her breast firmly and pinching her nipple amorously as she writhed under me. Her walls contracted around me and I groaned as the pressure jumped my pleasure nearly to its boiling point.

  Wanting to keep the feeling going, I slowed my pace down to keep myself from finishing too early. But Acacia's hips only quickened their eager movements and I groaned a swear.

  “Slow down, Acacia,” I whispered against the warm flesh of her throat, placing a tender kiss at the base.

  She shook her head, panting softly. “No, keep going, please. It feels too good.”

  Her vulnerable plea fueled the animal instinct inside of me and I obeyed her, quickening my thrusts again. Even though I knew I was at the end of my rope and struggling to keep myself from climaxing, Acacia's trembling legs and endless moaning signaled a climax of her own.

  My name fell from Acacia's tongue in quick repetition as her nails returned to my back and she rocked her hips excitedly. I felt her legs squeeze around my hips and groaned when her walls contracted, a steady flow of wetness coating my hardness as I thrust inside of her. That was the final nail in the coffin as I captured her lips with mine, releasing the climax I had been holding on to.

  10

  Acacia

  The sun shone brightly through the curtains and I grimaced as it sent a nightmarish pain through my skull. I rolled over and pulled the soft sheets over my head, surprised when a warm body stirred next to me. My muscles stiffened and I tightly closed my eyes in the darkness under the sheets, memories from last night coming in blurring waves. Oh, my god. I slept over at Kit's place, I thought in a panic as I peeked from beneath the sheets to find his handsome sleeping face.

  I couldn't help but watch him sleep for a while, admiring the way his lips parted slightly as he breathed deeply. And the way that rebellious lock of hair fell onto his forehead again. He looked so peaceful as he slept, one hand under his stubbled cheek and his surprisingly thick eyelashes twitching softly as he dreamt. Subconsciously, I stroked his strong chest under the sheet and I sighed softly. Don't get attached. My heartbeat quickened painfully in my chest when Kit whispered something that sounded like my name and he smiled in his sleep.

  He shifted in his sleep and I realized he was completely naked; after a quick self-examination, I realized that I was, too. No, I didn't just sleepover. I slept with Kit last night. What is wrong with me?! I sat up quickly, immediately regretting the decision as the room spun violently and my vision darkened with white splotches.

  Thank god I'm off today; if I had to work I'd be completely useless, I thought as my head fell into my hands and I inhaled deeply through my nose. The world continued to spin around me as a wave of nausea rolled through my tight muscles. I don't know how long I sat there trying to control the feeling, but when I eventually recovered enough to move, I plotted an escape plan. Get my clothes, quietly tip-toe out of Kit's ridiculously nice apartment, and take an Uber home – all without waking him up.

  Unfortunately, when I was halfway to putting on my panties with my back turned to him and bent over, Kit's voice startled me.

  “Good morning, gorgeous,” he said and yawned softly. “What a view to wake up to.”

  I quickly straightened and spun around with a red face. “Uh, good morning, Kit! H-how did you sleep?” I laughed awkwardly, covering my bare breasts with my hands as he smirked at me.

  “Better than I ever have before,” he answered, getting out of bed.

  My eyes immediately traveled south to his rather blessed endowment and stayed there for longer than I cared to admit. And then I started to think about the fact that he had been inside of me last night, which only made my face hotter.

  “Like what you see?” he teased, winking at me when our eyes met.

  I turned away from him and continued getting dressed, too embarrassed to admit that I did. He chuckled behind me, and I could hear him shuffling around.

  “Would you like to grab some breakfast with me? We can hit up the coffee shop that you like and get coffee, too. I bet you have one helluva hangover right now and nothing cures a hangover faster than greasy food and caffeine,” he offered, smiling warmly when I turned around to look at him.

  Yes. I would love to, I thought sadly.

  “I can't this morning. My parents still need help with renovations. Raincheck?” I asked, tying the back of my dress.

  His smile didn't falter and he nodded. “Sure thing. Let me drive you home, at least. You're not walking and an Uber from my place to yours would cost an arm and a leg. Maybe I'll pop in and say hi to Patrick, too.”

  “Thank you, Kit. And about last night–”

  “It was amazing, wasn't it? We'll have to go out for drinks more often,” he interrupted, pulling a tee-shirt over his head.

  I smiled softly. “Yeah, we should. But remember, that it's just as friends. I haven't changed my mind about us. I'm sorry.”

  He chuckled. “You didn't feel that way last night.”

  I chewed on the inside of my cheek softly and laughed. “Yeah, I normally don't do things like that. Maybe I shouldn't have tried to keep up with you last night after all. And next time, things will stay completely friendly.”

  Kit smirked at me as he pulled on his shoes. “Sure it will be.”

  After a very, very tense car ride with Kit, I called my best friend and asked her to come over. I told her that I needed some serious advice about a man and she hurried to my aid. Ever the free-spirited, sex-positive woman that she was, Georgia's first question over the phone was, “Does he make you tingle in your special places?” and I dodged the question.

  “So tell me what's going on,” Georgia stated as she sat cross-legged in my bed.

  “I had sex with my boss l
ast night,” I blurted out, completely disregarding the well thought out lines I'd rehearsed before she arrived.

  Georgia squealed and smacked my arm playfully. “You little minx! How was it? Don't spare any of the nitty gritty details!”

  I blushed softly and waved my hand at her in embarrassment. “I don't really remember that much about it, actually. We went out for drinks last night, and being the competitive person that I am, when he told me I couldn't keep up with him – I tried to. And if I hadn't, we most likely wouldn't have had sex last night.”

  “Aww, little Acacia's first time having blackout sex. I'm so proud of you! You finally pulled that stick outta your ass and had some fun, which you deserve after eight years of school. I barely made it through three,” she congratulated with a goofy grin and a small clap of her hands.

  I bit my lip softly. “Wanna know the best part about all of it?”

  She nodded enthusiastically.

  “It was Kit Harrison,” I told her in a short, unbelieving laugh.

  “No way! The same Kit I had to hear about all through high school? He's your boss?! Girl, this is straight out of a romance novel!” she exclaimed.

  I rolled my eyes. “It's definitely not that deep. And I'm feeling a little guilty about it. I kept telling him no every time he asked me out because I was worried about dating my boss, and then I went and slept with him. But get this, now that I slept with him, I'm not worried about continuing to see him.”

  “Screw that. If you want to be with him, just do it. Nobody cares that he's your boss, and if they do, they'll get over it when you're married with a few little ones running around, co-owning the restaurant anyway. Life is too short for you to worry about this stuff, just go for it!” she scolded me.

  I sighed. “Maybe you're right. Now I feel like a child for being so uptight about the whole situation. How many times did I wish Kit would give me his attention? And now he's actively trying to and I'm being ungrateful? I should've come to you months ago!”