Second Chance Baby Daddy: A Billionaire + Virgin Romance

by Vivien Vale

  I have to fix this. I have to find Palmer and explain my guilt to him.

  He may hate me, and he may never forgive me… but I have to do it, even if it means losing the best man I've ever had.

  But maybe I can convince Percy to help me.

  Love’s more important than business, right?

  Palmer

  "The Pearl on Park is more than just a restaurant," I say. "It's a destination. It's innovative.

  “It elevates cuisine, and gives diners an experience that they can keep for a lifetime. This is a restaurant that elevates the culinary world of New York City."

  "Some experience that's been," one investor says under his breath, rolling his eyes.

  The restaurant is closed today, and my investors and I are sitting in the dining room. They called this meeting last minute, and I knew it wasn't going to be an easy conversation.

  It's bad enough that I'm losing money by being closed today, but now I'm forced to listen to a group of skittish investors tell me that my food sucks and doesn't have a future. That's a tough pill to swallow.

  "We just don't see it," one man says, shaking his head and scratching his short-cropped beard. "Nothing's adding up."

  "The reviews of your food are some of the worst we've ever seen, and that's saying something," another man says. His mid-section is so large that he's using it as a shelf for his hands. "The critic goes so far as to say that an inexperienced child could do cuisine better than you can."

  "I can explain," I say.

  "There's no need," he says. "We've seen enough. The reviews make it crystal clear."

  "Look, I have the money," I say. "I just don't have the liquidity to sustain this new venture without your backing."

  "We understand where you're coming from. We really do. And we pride ourselves on taking risks," one man says.

  He's trying to sound empathetic but instead it comes off feeling patronizing. "We root for the underdog and fund projects that many banks wouldn't touch within a 10-foot pole. But this is a risk we can't take. It would be suicide. If the food was any good—"

  "The food is good," I say, cutting him off. "Those reviews are bullshit. A man who has a personal vendetta against me wrote them.

  “I don't know why, or where that's stemming from, or what his issue is, but it's true. Let me prove it to you. I'll cook for you right now—you can taste the food I make here at the Pearl—here, I'll fire up the grill, and I'll share the menu with you and—"

  "Mr. Palmer, I'm sorry, but this is non-negotiable," the bearded man says. "We've already made our decision. Save your cooking for another time."

  I nod my head. I'm trying to keep my cool, but I'm so frustrated that I think I could flip over every table in this dining room, and Hulk every chair. I could rip down the curtains and smash every plate.

  My frustration is boiling over, and it's becoming increasingly difficult to remain calm.

  "Thank you for your time," I say, once I know this conversation is over. I did everything I could, but even that wasn't enough. "I'll show you men out."

  I watch as each of them push their chairs away from the table, and shuffle their feet to the front door. I unlock the door, walk them step out into the afternoon sun, and walk as they disappear into a nameless sea of businessmen and cars and taxis.

  I lock the door behind them and then turn to look at my restaurant.

  The Pearl was supposed to be my crowning achievement in life. It was supposed to be my legacy. I've planned, dreamed, and prepared for this day my entire life.

  But without investors, I'll have to close this flagship restaurant. There's no way around it.

  How the fuck did things get this bad? How could I let this happen?

  It feels like I've hit rock bottom.

  I walk over to the bar and grab a bottle of Glendronach 18. People ask me what my favorite whiskey is—and that's a tough question to answer because it varies on my mood, but this bottle right here is always in my top five.

  Happy, sad, mad, glad—whatever—you name it, and this whiskey works.

  I grab a glass, and pour an amber ribbon of the liquid in. I take a sip and let the liquor burn a hot trail down my throat. And then the flavors hit me—sweet sherry, leather, tobacco, and even polished wood dance on my tongue.

  I stare at the bottle's label. There's an idyllic sketch of what must presumably be the Scottish countryside. And as I stare at this label, it hits me.

  At least I still have Nicole.

  A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I remember her.

  With her, I can get through this. I can get through anything.

  In fact, I can picture sitting on a grassy hill, in the countryside with Nicole … just like the one on this whiskey bottle.

  Just then, I hear a rapid knock on the door. I turn and realize my day just got better.

  It's Nicole.

  I can't believe she's here. She's wearing a cotton dress that is getting kicked up by the wind, and her hair is dancing about her shoulder.

  I walk over and open the door.

  "I'm so glad you're here," she says. "I saw you weren't open. I was worried. And I just wanted to—"

  "Shh," I say, placing a finger on her lips. "Less talking." I wrap my arms around her delicate body in a full embrace and lift her off her feet. I pull her into the restaurant and lock the door behind us, and then, I lean down and bring my lips to hers.

  Nicole

  “Palmer,” I try to say, but I’m too weak to fight against his lips. When it comes to Palmer, I’m too weak to resist. And even if I were strong enough to do it… I doubt I’d want to.

  “Hush,” he tells me, lacing one of his arms around my waist and pulling me in. He leans into me, my eyelids drooping as I press my lips against his. I feel his scent crawling into my mind then, creating a perfect lustful perfume.

  My hands climb up the side of his body, and I run them up his neck and to his hair. I curl my fingers around locks of hair and force him to throw his head back. With a fiery smile, I hold him in place and kiss his neck, my lips savoring his skin.

  With a growl, Palmer looks at me and, placing his hands on my hips, forces me back. I step backwards until my ass is pressed against the edge of one of the tables in the dining room, my hands against his muscular chest.

  My fingers on his collar, I start unbuttoning his dress shirt, my knuckles brushing against his tanned skin. He grabs my hair hard and yanks on it; I throw myself back, sitting up on the table and supporting myself with my elbows on top of it.

  I keep unbuttoning his shirt, baring his chest inch by inch as he lays his lips against my neck, nibbling at my tender skin. As I open the last button, I un-tuck his shirt, pulling it out from inside his pants. I immediately press my hands against his chest, running my fingers over the marble edges of his muscles.

  Who sculpted this man? My God, the lines between his abs and around his pectorals… This is perfection.

  He kisses me all over the neck, his lips traveling all the way to my shoulders.

  He bites on the straps of my dress, grabbing the right one between his teeth and pulling it down. He lets it fall down my arm and then grabs the other strap with his hand and tugs on it as well.

  The front of my dress droops over my chest, my breasts and black lace bra jumping into view. The moment he catches a glimpse of my breasts, he grabs my dress and pulls on it harshly, sending the fabric down to my waist.

  With shaky hands, I run my fingers over his abs and up to his shoulders, sending his shirt down his arms and onto the floor. My eyes wander once again over his perfectly chiseled muscles

  My brain hasn’t even given me time to figure out to do, but I find myself lunging forward, reaching with my tongue for his abs. I lick them with the tip of my tongue, sliding over the spaces between each block of abdominal granite.

  While I’m leaning forward, Palmer uses this moment to slide his fingers up my back and unhook my bra. I feel the cups becoming looser over my breasts and, the moment I p
ull away from his torso, he curls his fingers around my bra and tugs on it hard. A shiver goes through me as my naked breasts come into contact with the air around me, my nipples hardening in an instant.

  He reaches for my breasts then, his spread fingers gently squeezing my flesh. He starts squeezing harder and harder, my hard nipple pinned between his fingers.

  Reaching for him, I grab his wrist and guide his free hand to my left breast. He lays his fingers there softly, pinching my rosy tip between his thumb and index finger. I look up at the ceiling, close my eyes and take a deep breath.

  I came in here to tell him something, but oh, how could I resist something like this?

  The moment I open my eyes, he’s already coming for me. He presses his mouth against my neck, laying gentle kisses on my skin as his hands caress my breasts.

  Pressing my thighs together, I realize I’m soaking wet. My thong is completely drenched, and I already feel it dripping down my thighs.

  Have I ever been this wet? I’m so damn horny I’d need a perfect man to satisfy my cravings, and what do you know? I do have the perfect man right here, and he’s ready to do my bidding.

  I lace one arm around Palmer’s neck and, with the other, I reach for his crotch. I flatten the palm of my hand there, my fingers pushing against the tented fabric. He’s already hard, his cock almost vibrating with furious desire.

  I close my hand around it, grasping it tight, and give it a firm squeeze. As I do it, he stops kissing my neck, his mouth going straight down; he takes his hand off of my breast, opening space for his mouth, and immediately wraps his lips around my nipple.

  Softly brushing his teeth against it, he teases me with pain but, in the end, he delivers only pleasure: he pinches the rosy burning tip with his lips, sucking eagerly on it as he traces quick circles with the tip of his tongue.

  Curling my fingers around his thick member, he exhales sharply against my skin, sending goose bumps all over my body. I start to stroke him, my hand fighting against the fabric of his pants as I flick my wrist in a steady cadence.

  Not letting go of his cock, I lean forward again, pressing my lips against Palmer’s naked chest. I let my tongue run between his abs, the warmth of his skin making me lose all control.

  I need him now.

  Right now.

  My fingers trembling with anticipation, I start to unbuckle his belt, and it comes undone with a metallic clink. I go for his zipper then, pushing it down, his cock pushing back against my hand, stretching the fabric of his underwear to the limit. I feel his hard cock brushing against my knuckles, and that only reinforces the fact that I need to feel him, to have him, right now.

  I'm actually surprised his throbbing member hasn't ripped its way out of the fabric that restrains it. Oh, well, I can help with that; with my fingers on his waistline, I slide his boxers down and over his cock, allowing it to jump straight into my hand.

  Instead of immediately grabbing it, I lean back, my eyes flying down to his cock as I run my tongue between my lips.

  Only then do I reach for him, curling my fingers around his long shape, feeling his warmth spread to my hands and up my arms. I start moving my hand, stroking him with back-and-forth and movements as I become wetter than ever. As I become possessed by desire, I start going faster, both my hands working themselves into a blur of movement as I stroke him.

  God, I want more. This is barely enough.

  I jump down from the table, letting go of his cock and making him take a step back. Before he realizes what I have in mind, I go down on my knees, looking up at him. He towers over me, a perfect giant ready to unleash all his tension and desire upon my body.

  I won’t let this moment go to waste.

  Not a fucking chance.

  I move to grab his cock again, but first there’s still something I need to do. I push his pants and underwear down from his knees to his ankles, and he finishes the job by taking off his shoes and kicking off his clothes.

  My eyes sweep the room, looking with satisfaction at the pile of clothes scattered around the floor. With him naked in front of me, I finally curl my fingers around his cock, resuming my jerking motion with renewed strength.

  With a grin full of sin and promise, I lean toward his cock, slightly parting my lips and darting my tongue out. I flick it against his tip, scooping up the few drops of pre-cum glistening there, and a shiver goes up my spine as his raw manly flavor coats my tongue.

  Circling his tip with my tongue, I brush my lips against it, teasing him hard. I can already feel his hand lying on my head, unconsciously nudging me forward.

  Happy to oblige, but at my own rhythm, I open my mouth slightly, allowing his tip to squeeze itself between my lips and over my tongue. I suck on it softly, slowly pulling my lips out before going in again. I repeat this motion over and over again, each time I go in, my lips going just an inch further down his shaft, my hand still clutching his cock.

  As my lips finally meet the base of his huge cock, I roll them back out completely. Then, I tilt my head sideways and lay my lips against the side of his shaft. I kiss him up and down, sucking on his shaft as I go.

  My mouth moves up and down until it finally inches closer to the root; I move even further down, kissing his balls and sucking one of them into my mouth. I roll it over my tongue as I caress the tip of his cock with my index finger, driving him completely crazy.

  Going back up his member, I part my lips; instead of slowly allowing his cock inside my mouth, I simply take it all in at once. His cock rolls over my tongue eagerly, only stopping at the back of my throat. I wrap my lips around it and suck my way back, bobbing my head back and forth as fast as I can.

  His scent and flavor blends into a perfume of manliness that crawls all the way up to my brain, digging its claws into it and driving me completely insane. I try to go deeper, pushing his shaft inside of me until I can barely breath. Only then do I pull out, my hand still on his cock.

  “Fuck, Nicole… you’re perfect,” he breathes out, grabbing my hand and pulling me up to my feet. Before I can do anything, he pushes me back against the table, my ass once more against the edge.

  Moving fast, he places his hands on my knees and pushes my legs apart; the moment there’s enough space, he slides his hand up my inner thigh, pressing his open palm against my drenched thong. He presses against me viciously, a submissive moan climbing up my throat and jumping down my lips.

  With half a growl, he pushes my dress down. In under a second, he has me sitting on top of the table, my juices dripping down my thighs. He goes for my breasts, his hands exploring my body and making all of me buzz with excitement.

  “You have no idea what I’ll do to you,” he whispers against my ear, his voice brimming with promises. He kisses my neck, his lips traveling upward to my ear as well.

  “Once I’m done with you, you won’t be able to tell left from right,” he continues, nibbling my earlobe before continuing to kiss me down my neck.

  His lips keep descending over my skin, slightly detouring when he finds the valley between my breasts. He kisses the curve of my breasts and then takes one nipple inside his mouth, sucking it hard. Then, he goes up to the other side, doing the same there.

  My skin starts to prickle as he changes gears and lowers his mouth, going over my navel and dangerously closing in on my pussy. My unconscious mind guiding me, I part my legs even wider, anxious to have him use my body. He takes his time, though, his lips kissing my waistline and then going down to my groins, never once venturing into untanned skin territory.

  I grab his hair viciously, trying to force him right between my thighs; to my surprise, he doesn’t fight back. I guide his mouth to my pussy and he presses his lips tightly over my wetness and against the drenched fabric of my thong. His finger goes up my legs and to my thighs; grabbing my thong, he starts to pull it down my legs.

  As he pulls back from my pussy, I lift my ass up from the table and he takes it off of me in a heartbeat, his eyes flying straight to my naked pussy, t
he expression on his face one of lust.

  Like a ferocious animal, he attacks; he leans into my pussy, his lips immediately finding my clit and wrapping themselves tight around it, choking it so intensely a sudden scream leaves my lips. With his tongue, he runs circles around it, my body completely electrified. Letting my clit escape his mouth, he runs his tongue between my inner lips, sucking my folds into his mouth.

  With his lips on my clit, he presses down with his tongue, applying the right amount of pressure. Then, he brushes one finger over my inner lips; not a full second after that, he slides it all the way in, his fingertip flying straight to my G-spot. I arch my back, all of my nerves endings working overtime to send the overload of information up to my brain. Which isn’t an easy task, but I push through, hell bent on squeezing every last drop of pleasure from all of this.

  Grabbing him by the hair, I ball my hands into fists, thrusting wildly and rubbing my pussy against his mouth as I come. He makes it even more intense by keeping that perfect pressure on my G-spot, his finger never moving through the storm that is my orgasm.

  I let my head down and take a deep breath, pleasure raging through me. When I open my eyes again, he’s looking straight at me, mischievousness flickering there—and then he’s gone.

  He plunges into me, his tongue jabbing at my clit mercilessly. His finger slides out of my pussy and he places both his hands under my knees, forcing me to place my legs over his shoulders.

  I can’t help but moan as he ravages me completely, devouring my pussy mercilessly, a sensation I never thought I’d feel exploding inside my brain. He keeps moving, his tongue squeezed tight between my pussy lips as I come.

  I can’t help but scream as well. My body trembling, I let the sound of my scream inundate the whole room, a powerful orgasm taking the steering wheel and driving me right off pleasure’s cliff.

  Working in tandem with my climax waves, his tongue settles into a lazy rhythm, caressing me with a suspicious gentleness; somehow, I know this is just the calm before the storm.

  Propping myself back up on my elbows, I look down at him. He pulls back, his eyes travelling up my body. I smile at him, the orgasm washing over me and immediately leaving my body ready for more.