Four Secret Babies - A Second Chance Billionaire Romance (San Bravado Billionaires' Club Book 7)

by Layla Valentine

  So, when he finally did kiss me, it was as though a heavy weight had been lifted.

  Chapter 9

  Chloe

  The moment Jordan’s lips touched mine, I was taken by an arousal that I’d never before experienced in my life. However heated and passionate our last kiss was, it was nothing compared to the intensity of this.

  Jordan kept one hand on the small of my back, the other on my hip as he kissed me, the taste of his lips intoxicating and overwhelming. His tongue moved into my mouth, and a sigh of delight slipped out of me as it did. I felt myself sink deeper and deeper into a passion that I could hardly understand.

  I placed my hands on his chest, a small smile forming through the kiss as I took in the feeling of his solid body through the soft fabric of his wonderful suit. But as nice as the suit was, all I could think about was how Jordan would look out of it.

  His hands continued to explore my body over my dress, his fingers grazing over my breasts and along the exposed skin of my cleavage. Then, the two of us still in the middle of a deep kiss, his hand moved lower and lower, down all the way to the hem of my dress. He moved under the dress, his hand traveling upward until it settled on the soft skin of my upper thigh.

  The arousal that had already been building in me was now becoming so intense that I could barely stand it. Jordan squeezed the flesh of my thigh, the pressure pushing another sigh out of me. I returned the favor by letting my hand drift down, down, until it settled on his hip.

  His hand moved closer and closer to my sex, my heart beating faster and faster. My hand did the same, and soon my fingers were on top of his manhood, solid and firm through the fabric of his trousers. Through my passion-muddled thoughts, I wondered how far this was going to go, what exactly Jordan and I were going to do together in this tiny little patch of paradise.

  What I wanted, however, was as clear as the moonlight shining down from above.

  However, right at the moment Jordan’s fingertips reached my panties, the sound of a door opening cut through the previously still and silent air. Jordan and I pulled our lips away from one another and turned in the direction of the noise. Sure enough, a group of partygoers had just stepped into the garden. Thankfully, they were all so wrapped up in their conversation that they didn’t notice that Jordan and I were about to get underway with some seriously scandalous behavior.

  “I think that’s as good of a cue to leave as any,” said Jordan as we watched the crowd file into the garden, their lively talking filling the air.

  “What’d you have in mind?” I asked.

  I knew damn well what he had in mind. But I wanted to hear him say it.

  “I want you back at the house,” he said. “I want you all alone, all to myself.”

  Just what I wanted to hear.

  “Let’s not waste another second.”

  Jordan stood up and took my hand, lifting me from the bench. I was so passion-drunk in that moment that I worried my legs wouldn’t be able to support my weight. But as Jordan guided me through the garden and back into the hallway, I gradually regained my bearings.

  As we made our way through the hall, Jordan called up the limo and requested the driver be waiting for us out front. Soon we were back in the ballroom. I couldn’t believe that I was surrounded by some of the wealthiest and most powerful people in the world, and all I cared about was the man who held my hand in his own.

  Just as Jordan had requested, the limo awaited us out front. The chauffeur opened the door for the both of us. As soon as he shut it behind us, Jordan and I got right back to it. I pounced on him as soon as we were alone, covering his face with kisses.

  “Someone’s eager,” he said with a grin.

  “I can’t help it,” I said, my voice breathy. “You’re doing something to me, Mr. King.”

  He took my face into his hands and gazed at me hard, his eyes so intense that it was almost hard to maintain his stare. Then he brought me close, locking his lips with mine.

  The drive passed like this, and through our intense kissing, I wondered if Jordan was going to make his move right then and there, to take me right in the back of the limo. I’d never done anything like that before, but I knew that if that’s what he wanted, it’s what I would’ve given to him.

  The limo came to a slow stop. I turned my eyes away from Jordan for long enough to see that we’d arrived back at the King mansion. The two of us sat up straight, composing ourselves before the chauffeur opened the door.

  Once he did, we hurried out of the back of the limo, Jordan handing over a tip and speaking a quick “thank you” as we dashed toward the front doors of the mansion. We stepped into the now-quiet home, and I was so eager to be alone with Jordan that I cursed how big the mansion was —each square foot would mean more time before we could get to what we both wanted.

  Jordan led me to one of the wings of the mansion, and we sped down the long hallway, eventually arriving at a large door at the end. He pulled the door open, revealing a massive bedroom that was almost an apartment unto itself. The space was divided into several areas by half-walls and had its own bedroom and walk-in closet. The tall windows looked out onto the silvery waves of the ocean.

  “This the room where you grew up?” I asked, taking in the amazing space.

  “Yep,” he said. “Until I moved out.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. “I shared a room with my sister until I was about sixteen. And no walk-in closets.”

  Jordan didn’t laugh. He placed his hands on my hips and turned me toward him. He towered over me, gazing down with those incredible eyes.

  “You know,” he said. “As beautiful as you look in that dress, I bet you look even better out of it.”

  “One way to find out,” I said with a coy smile.

  He pulled me close, his hands moving around me. I felt him take the zipper of my dress between his fingertips and slowly pull it down, exposing more and more of my body, inch-by-inch. I closed my eyes, loving the feeling of being exposed to him.

  Soon he reached my waist. He then moved his hands to the top of my dress, just above my breasts and pulled it down slowly, clearly savoring what he was seeing. I was wearing my sexiest pair of underwear, a set of red bra and panties with lacy, cream-colored trim. Though I hadn’t actively planned for what was about to happen, in the back of my head I’d made sure that I was ready.

  He peeled the dress down to my waist, taking a moment to let his eyes linger on my belly and hips. Then he continued on, pulling it past my legs and down to my feet. Once the dress was pooled at my high heels, I stepped back, now in my underwear. That, and the mask.

  “Goddamn,” said Jordan. “You’re something else.”

  I blushed.

  “This isn’t fair, though,” I said, pointing to his clothes.

  I stepped up to him and pulled him in for another deep, sensual kiss. As I did, I slipped his suit jacket off and tossed it onto a nearby chair. Next, I undid the knot of his tie, followed by button after button of his crisp, white dress shirt. My gaze locked onto his body, and sure enough, he was just as toned and sculpted as I’d guessed he was.

  Once I reached his waist, Jordan finished the job, slipping the shirt off over his broad shoulders and throwing it over with the rest of his clothes.

  The man had the body of a god. His pecs were solid, square and cut. His abs were perfectly defined and free of even a drop of fat. His shoulders were round and broad. I wanted him to take me into his arms, to never let me go.

  We returned to our kissing, now stepping over to the bed. Once we reached it, Jordan guided me slowly down, laying me on my back. Through his slacks, I could see the long, solid outline of his manhood, and I wanted it inside of me so much that it hurt.

  Jordan climbed on top of me, reaching around my back and undoing the clasp of my bra as he did. He pulled the bra off, revealing my heaving chest, my nipples hard and taut. His head moved down, and he took one nipple into his mouth, kissing and sucking it gently.

  “Oh my God,
” I moaned, the sensation of his wet mouth on the sensitive skin of my breasts absolutely heavenly. “Please don’t stop.”

  He clearly didn’t plan on it. After more licking and sucking, he moved to the other breast and repeated the process. I ran my hands through his slicked-back hair, tussling it and causing a few strands to hang lazily over his forehead.

  “Okay,” he said, taking off his mask and tossing it aside. “I think it’s time for the masquerade to end.”

  I smirked and took off my own mask and set it on the nightstand. Once our faces were revealed again, Jordan continued kissing me, moving over the flat plane of my stomach and down to the notches of my hips.

  I became more aroused the closer he got to me. By the time he slipped his fingers under the waistband of my panties and pulled them down my legs, I was so turned on that I felt I might explode.

  He tossed the panties behind him, his lips moving down, down, down, over the tuft of trimmed hair above my sex, and finally placing his lips right on mine. He kissed me more and more, his tongue moving sensuously over me, stimulating me where I wanted it.

  “Yes,” I moaned as he pleasured me. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  Jordan kept at it, eventually slipping a finger inside of me, the twin sensations of his mouth and his touch bringing me to the brink of the orgasm I’d been craving from the moment he kissed me in the garden. I arched my back, listening to the sound of his mouth on my sex, pulses of pleasure shooting through my body.

  I bucked hard as my orgasm finally broke loose. The heated ecstasy shot through my body like a flame, I wracked and twisted as Jordan pleasured me through it. When the intense sensations faded, my hunger was far from satisfied. I wanted more, more.

  Jordan, sensing what I craved, crawled up from below, wiping my arousal from his mouth with the back of his hand. Once he was positioned above me, my hands shot out on their own, feverishly undoing his belt and getting his trousers off. He helped me out, pulling them down and kicking off his shoes and socks. Once he was down to nothing more than a pair of skin-tight, gray boxer-briefs, his member straining against them, I nearly went mad from the anticipation.

  “Tell me what you want,” he said before lowering his head and kissing me along my neck.

  “I want you,” I said. “I want you right now.”

  He didn’t need to hear any more. Jordan took hold of his underwear and stripped them off, and I couldn’t help but let out a gasp as his fully erect unit sprang out. It was even bigger and thicker than I was expecting. But I was ready for it.

  I took hold of him, his member solid and warm in my hand. Stroking it gently, I guided it toward me, letting out a gasp as the tip of him made contact.

  “Please,” I moaned. “I need it. I need you now.”

  Jordan reached down and took hold of himself, positioning his tip right on my sex. Then, with a slow push of his hips, he entered me.

  The feeling was indescribable. I’d worried that he might be too much for me to handle, but Jordan guided into me with ease. Soon he’d fully penetrated me, his entire length buried to the hilt. Another orgasm began to take shape deep inside of me as soon as he penetrated me, and I knew that this one was going to make the last look like nothing.

  Jordan moved in me slowly and deliberately at first, his sapphire eyes locked onto mine in a gaze of such passion that it was almost shocking. He propped himself up on his strong arms, the muscles bulging from his weight.

  “Tell me how you like it,” he said.

  “Just like that,” I replied breathlessly. “Just like that.”

  He entered me with deep plunging thrusts, and despite the pleasure, I was surprised by how attentive to my pleasure he was. His bedroom persona was generous and passionate—a far cry from his typical cockiness.

  After a minute or two, I needed more.

  “Now faster,” I moaned. “Make me cum again, please.”

  He was ready. Jordan’s pace quickened, and I let my eyes drift down to take in the sight of him entering me over and over again. The orgasm moved closer and closer, and I could sense by Jordan’s grunts that he was as close as I was.

  “Almost,” I sighed, Jordan now thrusting at a rapid, constant pace. “Almost… Oh, God…”

  The steadiness of his plunges allowed me to drift off into something like a trance of pure pleasure. A broad smile spread across my face as Jordan brought me to my second orgasm, this one so intense that my toes curled and my hands tightened into hard little fists.

  The orgasm took hold of me, blotting out everything else from my conscious mind. The pleasure was overwhelming, all-encompassing, and right in the middle of it, I felt Jordan come, exploding deep inside of me.

  One final, deep thrust later, Jordan collapsed on top of me before rolling to my side. He slipped his arm around my shoulders and brought me close, his skin hot and sheened with a bit of sweat.

  We lay like this for a time, looking into each other’s eyes, smiles on both of our faces as we caressed one another. It wasn’t long before I fell into a deep sleep, Jordan’s arms wrapped tightly around me.

  Chapter 10

  Jordan

  The sight of Chloe laying in my bed, the sunlight pouring in through the bay windows and illuminating her incredible curves, was like nothing I’d seen before. She wasn’t the first girl I’d had in this bed—far from it—but she was the only one who’d made me feel this way.

  Her face, those small but full lips, that adorable button nose, all situated in a heart-shaped frame, made my heartstrings tug. Chloe’s full breasts rose and fell with each slow breath. I lost track of how much time had passed as I watched her sleep. I knew that I could’ve spent the entire morning this way.

  After a time, her eyes slowly opened, the green of them even more brilliant than usual. A smile spread across her face as she realized where she was, her head likely filling with memories of last night.

  “Morning,” she said, her voice charmingly sleepy.

  “Good morning,” I said.

  I couldn’t resist those lips. I leaned in and kissed her softly, my hand resting on her shapely hips. I quickly became aroused and began to hope that she was in the mood for something delicious for breakfast.

  But Chloe had other things in mind. She placed her hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me away.

  “Listen,” she said. “As much fun as another, um, session sounds, I need to get going.”

  I raised my eyebrows in mild surprise.

  “Why’s that?” I asked.

  “You know why,” she said. “I’m not the only member of the staff in this house. If someone sees me leaving your bedroom, that might cause more drama than I’m looking to handle.”

  She had a point. No need for any scandal in the house if we could help it.

  “Some other time, then,” I said.

  “If you’re lucky,” she said with a teasing smile.

  She placed her feet on the floor and stepped out of bed, and my eyes shot with magnetic force to her gorgeous, perfectly shaped rear. Damn, did I want her again. Over and over, in fact—all day.

  “Let me help you get your things,” I said.

  The two of us gathered up her clothes, and I plopped into a nearby chair and watched her get dressed. Once she was done, she came over to me and leaned in, placing a kiss on my waiting lips.

  “I had a lot of fun last night,” she said. “Hopefully it won’t be the last time.”

  “Not if I have anything to say about it.”

  She started for the door. But before she could leave, a thought occurred to me.

  “Hold on,” I said.

  I stood up from the chair and stepped over to the nightstand. I picked up her mask from last night and brought it over to her.

  “A little something to remember the evening by,” I said.

  “Trust me,” she said. “I won’t have any trouble remembering.”

  She took the mask and slipped it into her purse. I moved in and kissed her one last time.

  �
�Till later,” I said.

  “Until then,” said Chloe. And then she was gone.

  Once I was alone again, I took a pair of jeans from my dresser along with a white T-shirt and put them on. Last night played over and over in my head, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Chloe was casting some kind of spell on me. But I didn’t mind one bit.

  Before I could begin to think of what I was going to do with my morning, my phone buzzed in the pocket of the trousers I wore last night. I took it out and saw that, to my surprise, it was a call from my father.

  “Morning,” I said. “How’s New York?”

  “I’m not in New York,” he said, his voice unusually terse. “I’m in my office.”

  “I see,” I said tightly. Dad’s office was in the other wing of the house. “Weren’t you supposed to be gone until tomorrow?”

  “My plans changed,” he said. “Come to my office. Now.”

  And then he hung up.

  Something was wrong—Dad was never this curt with me. Did he see Chloe leaving in her dress and put two and two together? I didn’t even want to think about what I might be in store for if he found out that I was putting the staff in for some unauthorized “overtime.”

  I stepped into a pair of black-and-white sneakers and started off toward the office. Once I was there, I gave the stately double doors a knock.

  “Come in.”

  I opened the door and stepped inside. Unlike the rest of the house, Dad’s office was decorated in a classic style, the floor covered in ornate tapestries, the walls lined with bookshelves packed with colorful spines, and a large fireplace off to the side. Dad was seated behind his huge mahogany desk, a look of seriousness on his face.

  “Sit,” he said, gesturing to one of the high-backed chairs across from him.

  I complied, a tight feeling forming in my stomach as I did. Something was seriously amiss, and part of me wondered if I should cop to what had happened with Chloe and me, to rip the bandage off as quickly as possible.