Baby For The Mountain Man: A Secret Baby Mountain Man Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  I scratched my nose and averted my gaze. “Um…don’t worry about me. I’m…I’m going out…”

  “Oh yeah?” he asked, eyebrows raised. “Where?”

  “Just some little restaurant. No big deal.”

  “With who?”

  “Anderson,” I said after a long pause. I looked down to my fingernails and started fidgeting with them.

  “Anderson?” Tobias said, his voice full of confusion. I looked back at him, seeing that his head was tilted to the side. “Really? He didn’t say anything to me about that.”

  I shrugged my shoulders. “I guess it just slipped his mind. It’s nothing, really. Um…after the meeting, he asked me to look over some numbers with him. You know, about that project you were talking about at the meeting. It’s going to take a while to go over, so we decided to finish up over dinner.”

  Tobias nodded his head. “Oh, all right. That makes sense,” he said. “It’s about time. I kept telling him to get a move on with that. I’m glad he finally listened. You see, I told you we needed you, Jo.”

  I forced a laugh. “I see.”

  “What time are you guys leaving?” Tobias checked his watch.

  A slight panic came over me as I wondered if he was about to invite himself to come along. But before I could answer, his cell phone began ringing from somewhere in the dining room. “Never mind,” he said as he rushed off to answer it.

  “Hey, Tobias, can I use one of your cars to meet him there?”

  “Yeah,” Tobias called back before disappearing from view.

  I breathed a sigh of relief and headed back to my room to finish dressing—hoping that I could make my escape before Tobias could ask any additional questions, and before he could see what I had finally decided to wear.

  After much consideration, I decided to wear a slinky black dress that I usually reserved for special occasions. With everything I’d been going through with Zander, I’d hardly had an opportunity to wear it.

  I slid into the dress, loving the way it hugged my curves, but also hoping it wouldn’t look like I was trying to catch Anderson’s eye. Before my doubts could become too loud, I slid on a pair of heels, added a long-hanging silver necklace, threw on a fresh coat of lipstick, and let my natural curls hang freely down my back.

  Rushing out before Tobias could see how I was dressed, I took the keys to his Mercedes and headed out the door.

  * * *

  “Good evening, Joanna.”

  I had just stepped inside the restaurant when I heard a smooth voice sounding from behind me. I turned around and spotted Anderson, looking so handsome he almost took my breath away.

  “Hi, Anderson,” I muttered, trying to keep my voice steady.

  He smiled and I felt my heart flutter. “The table is ready,” he said, offering me his arm. I stepped forward to loop my arm through his, and let him lead me to our table, where he pulled out my seat and then took his seat across from me.

  “So, how’s your day been going so far?” he asked. “You know, since I last saw you at the office and you ruined my suit?”

  “I’m so sorry about that,” I said, feeling my face flush.

  He laughed. “I’m just messing with you.”

  “Like old time’s sake, huh?” I said, chuckling.

  “Of course,” he said with a wink. He paused for a moment. “So, does your brother know where you are?”

  I nodded. “Yeah. I told him we were having dinner to go over the numbers some more…” My voice faltered at the way Anderson’s eyes roamed over my dress. I knew he had to be wondering how Tobias had fallen for such an excuse considering what I had decided to wear.

  “Right,” he said. “How about we eat first before getting into that?”

  “Sure,” I said.

  Anderson waved his hand, and a waitress approached us, delivering menus. Moments later, I decided on getting a grilled chicken Caesar salad, while Anderson settled on steak and potatoes.

  “What’s been going on with you, Joanna?” he asked after we had placed our orders.

  “A lot,” I said with a sigh. In the moment, it occurred to me that I had no desire to fill him in on the things I’d been forced to endure at the hands of Zander. “I was living in Miami for a while,” I said, figuring it was best to keep it simple.

  “And you traded in Miami for cold Chicago winters?”

  I smiled. “Hey, I’m not scared of Chicago winters. I am from here, you know.”

  Anderson laughed. “So, what were you doing out there in Miami?”

  “Working in Finance and…just hanging out.”

  Anderson reached for his cup of water, and once again, I felt his eyes roaming over me. “Well, from what I can tell, the years have certainly been good to you,” he said.

  I smirked. “I can say the same for you. The years have certainly made you a lot nicer, that’s for sure.”

  Anderson gave a hearty laugh, and I couldn’t help smiling at the sound.

  “Now, what makes you say that? Was I really that bad?” he asked.

  I placed my finger on my chin as if deep in thought. “Well, maybe not to everyone, but you certainly were to me.”

  “Aww, come on!”

  “Toothpick, munchkin, bonehead…” I said. “Those are just a few of the names I remember you calling me. I’m sure there were others that I’m forgetting.”

  Anderson placed a hand on his chest, feigning being hurt. “You know those were all said out of affection, my love.”

  “Sure,” I said, ignoring the way my face flushed again at the sound of him referring to me as ‘my love.’ I reached for my glass of water and took a sip.

  “And you have to admit,” he added, “you were a little obnoxious back then.”

  “Was I?” I said. “Well, maybe there was a reason for that.”

  “A reason like what?”

  Me having a crush on you, I thought, but didn’t dare say, regardless of the way his eyes bore into mine, challenging me to answer. Luckily the waitress returned with our food, sparing me from responding.

  “This looks delicious,” I said, desperate to change the subject. I could feel the flirtatious vibes coming from Anderson, and quite suddenly, I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. There was no doubt that I was still immensely attracted to him, but I was uncertain of how he truly felt about me. I couldn’t tell whether his flirtation was genuine or if he had picked up on the crush I had on him and simply wanted to humor me.

  I also knew there was a chance that Tobias had told him to be nice, for it was precisely the kind of thing my brother would do.

  And then there was Anderson’s playboy ways to consider…

  Even when I was in high school, I remembered how he and Tobias used to regularly talk about girls. If memory served me correctly, Anderson always had a revolving door of women, with girls regularly flocking to his side.

  Yet as the sister of his best friend, something told me he wouldn’t really put me in that category. His friendship with Tobias went too far back for him to risk it by playing games with me.

  “What are you thinking?” Anderson abruptly asked.

  I realized he had been watching me, noticing that I hadn’t even touched my salad yet.

  I shook my head. “Nothing,” I said, and then picked up my fork to eat a bite. “Anyway, enough about me. What’s been going on with you over these years?”

  “Just working with your brother,” he said.

  “What about outside of work? Anyone…um…special in your life?”

  He stared down at his steak as he cut it into strips. “No one worth bragging about…yet.” He then looked up at me with hunger in his eyes that had nothing to do with the food in front of him. My entire body wanted to quiver from head to toe. Something stirred low in my belly and my breath hitched in my throat.

  “A handsome guy like you, with no one special? That’s hard to imagine,” I said, staring down into my salad.

  Anderson was quiet for so long, I eventually looked up.
r />   “You think I’m handsome, huh?” he said, and then laughed.

  “Conceited too, I see,” I said, jokingly.

  “What are you doing for the rest of the night, Joanna?” he suddenly asked, leaning in.

  I shrugged my shoulders. “Nothing. I mean, with the exception of going over those numbers with you after dinner.”

  Anderson looked back down to his plate. “Yeah…the numbers.” He took a bite of his steak and chewed slowly. He glanced around the restaurant. “I don’t think this is the right environment for that. How about we go back to my place after this? We can check them out there, if it’s all right.”

  I swallowed another bite of my salad and stared across from Anderson, feeling far too aware of how much I wanted him. With the way I felt, I knew going back to his place was a dangerous prospect because I didn’t want to be so bold on the first date.

  But it felt so tempting…

  But I’ve known him since I was a kid. And there’s no need to jump ahead of myself. Maybe he really does just want me to check over the numbers, I thought.

  I took a deep breath. “Yes, that’s fine,” I said, noting the smirk he was trying unsuccessfully to conceal. It was just like the smirk I was trying to keep off my own face.

  CHAPTER 6

  Joanna

  Okay, I can do this. We’re just going to look over the numbers, I thought as I followed Anderson’s car through the late evening traffic.

  My heart was beating too fast for my liking, but I couldn’t calm down when my mind revisited the moments during the rest of the dinner over and over again. There was definitely something more to his flirtations, something that brought heat to my insides. I hadn’t imagined all those heated glances he threw at me or the moments of intense silence as we looked at each other over the table.

  I had no idea what was going to take place tonight, but I knew there was no resisting him if he decided to make advances on me. I squirmed on my seat, satisfied with my choice of lingerie. I was wearing a black lace bra and a thong that could only drive him crazy if he were to undress me. I squirmed again, craving for that to happen and much more.

  Anderson lived in the rich part of the city, which consisted of luxurious buildings I could only afford to dream about. He proceeded to an underground parking garage, and I followed, my breathing slightly increasing.

  I had forgotten what it was like to feel like this. After all that time with Zander, I forgot this anticipation—this thrill that came from not knowing what was going to happen next. Anderson’s mere proximity messed with my mind, and I wanted to see where this night would lead.

  “I didn’t tell you, but you look amazing in that dress,” he told me with a smirk on his face on our way to the elevator.

  My already erratic heartbeat went haywire. “Thank you, Anderson.”

  “Actually, you look amazing in anything. Period.”

  We entered the elevator and stopped next to each other, our closeness making my skin burn.

  “Aww, you flatter me now, Anderson.”

  He pressed the button for the seventeenth floor. “Absolutely not. You’ve grown into a beautiful woman, Joanna.”

  I bit my lip. “Who would’ve thought a toothpick would turn into this, huh?”

  His incredibly warm eyes held mine, making me forget whatever was on my mind. “Yeah. Who would’ve thought?”

  “Are you this charming with all those ladies out there? If you are, I can understand now why all girls liked to stick to you in high school.”

  His smirk turned into a full smile. “Believe me, honey, I save my charm only for the special ones.” He winked, which brought a blush to my cheeks.

  Indeed, Anderson knew how to use his charm to get what he wanted, and right now it worked perfectly because my hands itched to touch him and see what he packed beneath his suit.

  By the time we reached his place, my whole body was tingling, and I was very aware of his presence next to me. He led me into his apartment, which was bigger and fancier than any apartment I had ever seen. It gave Tobias’s mansion a run for its money.

  He gave me a small tour of his place before he ushered me into his office, and I had to give it to whoever designed this place. It looked like it came straight from those interior design catalogues.

  “Nice place,” I remarked when I stopped next to his desk, watching him take some papers from the file cabinet. So we were going to check over the numbers after all. I fidgeted with my hands, unsure whether I should be relieved or disappointed.

  “Yeah. That designer definitely knows how to do her job.”

  “Oh, so you hired a designer?”

  “Yes. Why don’t you take a seat?” he motioned at the chair in front of me and placed the folder with papers on the desk.

  “Sure.”

  I sat down and went through the papers, noticing him move out of the corner of my eye. He came behind me and leaned over me, supporting himself against the desk as he studied the papers.

  His cologne reached my nostrils, the perfect scent stirring something deep inside of me, and I wasn’t able to focus on the text. Right now, all I could think about was how close he was—too close—his face almost next to mine.

  “I’m having trouble with this paragraph,” he muttered.

  “Which one?” I turned my head to look at him and froze when I found his eyes already on me.

  “This one.”

  His lips landed on mine before I could process what was happening, leaving me gasping for air. The surprise wore off the next moment, and I responded to him with hunger stronger than anything I’d experienced before. I snaked my arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth when he pulled me up and slid his hands down to my ass. He cupped it and pressed me against him, letting me feel his arousal.

  “I can’t stay away from you,” he muttered into my lips, caressing my backside delicately. “I tried, and I’m sure Tobias is going to kill me, but I can’t resist it. I can’t resist you.”

  Our lips met again, and my pussy throbbed with desire. I needed him, and right now I couldn’t care less about Tobias.

  “Then don’t try to resist it. Tobias doesn’t control our lives, Anderson. We’re adults and we can do whatever we want.”

  His lips quirked up. “You’re absolutely right.”

  His gaze fell on my lips before he pulled my lower lip into his mouth and licked it. “You taste amazing. I wonder if your pussy tastes this good as well.”

  A gasp escaped my lips, followed by a long moan when his lips left a trail of open-mouthed kisses along my jaw. They descended to my neck as his hands worked on the zipper of my dress, and I writhed against him in pleasure. My thong was already soaked from my juices, much to my dismay.

  He helped me get out of my dress, his heated gaze roaming all over my almost-naked body. “You’re so sexy, Joanna. I couldn’t stop thinking about you since the moment you spilled that coffee on me.”

  I worked on the buttons of his shirt, wishing my fingers weren’t trembling this much. “You have no idea.”

  “Here. Let me do that.” He unbuttoned his shirt for me and shrugged it off, throwing it over my dress on the floor.

  The butterflies in my stomach doubled when my eyes landed on his perfectly sculpted pecs and abs. I trailed my fingers down his chest, enjoying the rigidness of his muscles.

  “You make me so hard when you look at me like that, Joanna,” he whispered.

  He lowered his head and kissed my nipple over my bra, rubbing my other nub with his hand. I arched my back, burning under his lips, even though it wasn’t even a direct contact. As if he read my mind, he moved the material to the side and latched onto my hard bud, applying the right pressure with his mouth and tongue.

  “Anderson… That… That feels so good.”

  His mouth switched to my other nipple, sucking it into his mouth as his hand found its way into my thong.

  “Ah… Yes…”

  His fingers moved through my swollen folds, and my pussy began thro
bbing. “You’re already so wet for me.”

  He kissed me, drinking in my moans as his fingers continued their sweet assault on my clit. I was getting wetter with each stroke of his fingers, my legs trembling, and I had to hold onto his shoulders if I didn’t want to fall. He backed me to his desk and pushed the papers away before he brought me onto the hard surface, making me lie down. He slid my heels off my toes and left them next to the heap of our clothes.

  “I need to taste you.”

  Moving my thong aside, he brought his head to my mound. His tongue slid over my clit and puffy lips, creating the most delicious pleasure, and soon enough, I was lost. I grabbed his head, pressing against him as he played with my sensitive flesh, overwhelmed with powerful sensations…

  “Yes, Anderson. That’s it… It feels amazing…”

  I curled my toes, holding onto the edge of the desk behind me when he lowered his mouth and thrust his tongue right into my pussy.

  “Anderson!”

  Rocking my hips, I let a scream out, so close to orgasming. It felt too good! He thrust his long tongue into my mound repeatedly, building a pressure in me that was seconds away from reaching its highest point.

  “I’m going to come… Please, don’t stop… Ah!”

  He pushed his tongue into me right when my orgasm started, which only made it stronger, and the flashes of white appeared in front of my eyes. I was in bliss, my whole body hot and heavy as the waves and waves of pleasure coursed through me.

  “You taste as amazing and I expected,” he said in a husky voice and stepped away to lower his pants and boxers, revealing a huge hard-on. He grabbed a condom from his wallet and put it on, coming in between my legs before he placed them around his waist.

  “Oh, so you were prepared?” I asked him with a playful smile on my face, referring to the condom in his wallet.

  “A man can hope.” He took off my bra, leaving me in my thong and necklace only, and ran his hand through my curls. “You’re beautiful, Joanna. And now I finally get to be inside of you.”

  He rubbed my clit with the tip of his dick, sending new tremors through me before he probed my entrance. I was so wet that he slid inside of me easily, filling me at once.