Accidental Sugar Daddy: A Single Mother, Billionaire Romance
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He comes over smiling, no clue what he's in for.
"Where are your parents?" I ask him, and he points to a house across the street.
"Listen here, you will leave my daughter alone before I have to have a talk with your parents and maybe will end in the grounding of a lifetime for you."
His eyes go wide, and he runs home mumbling goodbye to my daughter.
My daughter comes to me laughing and hugs me.
"Wow," Owen says.
"Oh, that was mild. My mom has threatened to drag one off by his ear before," Allie says laughing.
He shakes his head, "And it's funny to you?"
"Yeah, my mom has my back," she shrugs.
"What about when you want to start dating?" Owen asks.
She makes a gross face but then says, "When I'm sixteen."
I smile proudly.
"Why don't you go push your sister and give grandma a rest?" I say and she runs off.
"Harsh." He laughs and while I know he is joking, I get serious.
"I met their dad when I was thirteen. He followed me around like a lost puppy chasing me, just like that boy. We started dating the second I was allowed and married when we graduated high school." I pause.
"You see how that turned out. I love my girls and would do it a thousand times over, but I want more for them. I want Allie and Becca to go to school or travel; I want them to know who they are before they settle down. They know, and I've been honest with them about it."
Owen nods, "I get it. It's your momma bear trying to protect them."
"Always," I smile at him.
My mom comes back over and sits down.
"Hey, mom question. If I were to go out of town for a weekend, can you pick the kids up from school Friday and stay with them until Mia gets there and then come over early Monday to take them to school?"
My mom is quiet and looks over at Owen.
He says, "I won a weekend away at a mountain resort last night. I talked her into going with me, but she only agreed if she could line up babysitters."
At this, my mom smiles. "Yes, just let me know when you have dates."
I'm saved from more questions when the girls come running over saying they’re hungry.
I look at my mom, "I think we should get them home for lunch," I say.
"I agree. I'll take them for lunch and meet you at home." She hugs me and walks the girls to her car.
"Well, I'll let you get back to your run," I say, and when I meet his eyes they soften.
"And you have a big date to get ready for." He smiles.
I laugh, "Two hot dates and it’s going to be difficult to figure out what PJs to wear."
He laughs, his eyes still on me.
"Send me a photo of the winner?"
"Maybe. Enjoy dinner with your mom."
He is a perfect gentleman, even though this was a chance meeting. He walks me to my car and kisses me on the cheek before I get in. He watches me leave and I can't seem to get rid of this smile on my face.
Before heading home, I stop at the store and get supplies for tonight, frozen pizza, ice cream, and a few snacks.
When I get home, my mom isn't back yet from taking the girl out to lunch, so I head to my room and pick out some comfortable PJs. I decide on my soft blue shorts with a snowflake over the left leg.
I put on my plain white sleeping tank top and a white form-fitting t-shirt to go over it.
I look in the mirror and I think it looks casual sexy, not like I tried too hard but is still comfortable. Considering I sleep in shorts and a tank top or in winter sweatpants and whatever t-shirt I grab. I run a brush through my hair and give it a little volume and sigh.
I take a few quick photos and make sure the snowflake on my shorts is showing. My mom walks in with the kids, so I pick the best of the three pictures and send it off to Owen.
Me: Ready for the millionth showing of Frozen.
I then go greet my mom and the girls. I hug my mom and thank her for watching them, and she leaves for home. I send the girls to take showers and get dressed in their PJs.
As they run off, my phone dings.
Owen: Look at you. Totally jealous of your dates tonight. You look sexy.
I can't help the laugh that escapes me.
Me: Liar. I'm comfy, that's all.
Owen: That's what makes it sexy you aren't even trying. You're just you.
I take a shaky breath.
Me: Thank you.
The girls come running in yelling they want to watch Frozen, which I knew they would, so I have it ready to go on the TV. We gather our movie night blankets and pillows and get all settled on the couch when there is a knock on the door.
I look through the peephole and see Owen. What the heck is he doing here?
I crack open the door to see him in jeans and a raglan T-shirt. He looks sexy as sin and super comfortable. Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure this is the first time I'm seeing him in jeans.
"What are you doing here?" I ask when I crack open the door.
He looks me up and down slowly, not even hiding it, and then shakes his head.
"My mom canceled on me. Something came up with one of her charities, so I thought I'd supply you with the food for your movie night. And I wanted to see you in your PJs in person." He shrugs and breaks eye contact. My face heats.
Of course, it's this moment the girls come running up and see the pizza boxes in his hand.
"Mom, this is your boss, right?" Allie asks. “He’s the man from the parking lot the other day.”
Fuck.
"Well, kind of baby, this is who I was helping with the Gala yesterday."
Allie and Becca whisper to each other and I look back at Owen and he has a look I can't place on his face.
"If you’re smart you will run now, nothing good comes from those two whispering," I say pointing at the girls.
Just then Allie grabs the pizza and Becca grabs his hands and starts trying to pull him inside.
"Can he stay mom, puh-lease?!" Becca begs.
"But this is girls’ night," I say.
"But he brought food," Becca says.
Before I can even say anything, Allie is right there. "Have you seen Frozen?"
"No, I haven't," Owen says.
Both my girls squeal and I roll my eyes, the fight is lost but I'm not done trying.
"Run, I mean it," I say, and he laughs.
Owen is still standing in the doorway with me and the girls are crowding around behind us. Allie sees he has a few grocery bags and asks him what’s in it.
He hands her the bags and she get excited about the ice cream and toppings. I tell her to put them in the freezer.
"Please mom, please let him stay and watch Frozen with us please, please, please!!" They start begging.
I sigh, "I'm sure he has plans."
"Not really, I'll head back to my place and find dinner." He says with an amused look on his face.
"See that’s it, he's staying," Allie says.
"Who died and made you the queen?" I ask.
"Oh, I can't interrupt your movie night," he says. "I just wanted to bring the pizza and ice cream."
I study him and see his eyes sparkle when he's watching how excited my girls are. He’s genuinely happy that they’re happy. It's been a while since someone has shown interest in their happiness besides my parents and Mia.
There is another not so nice side of me that wants someone else to suffer through another round of Frozen. The sing-alongs and all.
But tonight, isn't a date, and he didn't have to bring the food, he didn't have to talk to me or see me until Tuesday, if he didn't want to.
"You should stay. Only if you want to." I finally agree with the girls.
His smile lights up his face. "If you are sure, I'd like that."
"Yay!" The girls are jumping up and down.
"Why don't you guys go set up the living room with plates and get a few extra pillows and blankets," I say.
I push him into the
hallway and close the door.
"Only stay if you are staying as my friend. No money."
"But the agreement," He starts.
"You are not paying me to be bored to death watching Frozen, that's a deal-breaker." I interrupt him, "Besides, you brought food."
"You sure?"
"Positive."
His eyes soften and he says, "I'd really like to stay." His voice is sexy too. It sends a tingle down my spine.
I don't know what comes over me, but I smile and stand up on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek, but he's faster and turns his head and our lips collide. His hands land on my hips and pull me into him.
He deepens the kiss and all the nerves in my body are on fire from being so close to him, his hands on me.
I pull away after a minute to catch my breath.
"And none of that in front of the girls," I say breathlessly.
"Wouldn't dream of it," he says.
We head inside and get settled on the couch. The girls talk his ear off as we snack on pizza and chips.
We get through Frozen and the girls beg to watch the live-action Beauty and the Beast, another one Owen hasn't seen.
I agree, but we take a break to get ice cream and put the pizza away. I make the girls get all their stuff ready for school tomorrow before we sit down again to start the movie.
About halfway through both girls fall asleep on the movie bed they made of pillows and blankets on the floor and I smile tenderly.
Owen sees them asleep and scoots over next to me on the couch.
"They’re great kids," he says.
"Yeah, they amaze me daily. And I totally saw a tear in your eye at the end of Frozen don't try to hide it." I joke.
He laughs quietly. "Want me to help you get them to bed?"
I nod. He picks up Allie and I pick up Becca and we take them to bed. I close their door and see him checking something on his phone when I come out.
I pick up the remote and put on I Love Lucy. He puts his phone down and I sit beside him.
"If you care to stick around a little bit," I shrug and motion toward the TV.
"I'd like that," he puts one arm on the back of the couch behind me and pulls my legs over his lap. After he puts a blanket over us, his hand slides up the outside of my thigh.
He runs light circles over my thigh while watching TV like he isn't even thinking about it. But it's all I can think about. My body is laser focused on the sensation of his fingers tracing circles on my leg very close to my core.
When the episode is over a second one comes on and his hand moves to the inside of my thigh causing my skin to tingle. My breathing picks up. If my panties weren't already soaked before, they would be now. I try to keep focused on the TV screen, but I couldn't tell you what is happening on the show to save my life.
I watch him out of the corner of my eye and his eyes are still trained on the TV. Neither of us has laughed at anything going on, so I'm guessing neither of us is really watching it.
Ever so slowly his thumb moves a little higher still rubbing those same circles. Because of my shorts and his hand on me we are skin to skin and it's driving me absolutely crazy.
His thumb gets to the edge of my shorts and stays there still rubbing the same circles. Almost like he's waiting for me to stop him. That's not happening. If he doesn't touch me soon, I might spontaneously combust.
After a few circles at the edge of my shorts, he finally slips underneath them and brushes along the lacy edge of my panties. Thank God I have on a somewhat sexy pair.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see his breath hitch when he feels the lace and I know I should stop this. My brain is screaming at me to stop it, but my body which hasn't been touched like this since long before my divorce is screaming for him to keep going.
Another of his fingers slides its way under my shorts and runs down my slit over my panties and he can feel how wet I am for him. I haven't taken my eyes off the TV, scared the moment I do this perfect bubble will burst.
As soon as he feels how wet I am, I hear his sharp intake of breath and I look at him out of the corner of my eye and his eyes are still glued to the TV, so that's where I keep mine.
He strokes over my slit again, then circles my clit over my panties. A shiver runs through me, it feels so damn good. I know he feels it, I couldn't stop it if I tried.
Finally, he turns to look at me with desire in his eyes. Without speaking a word, he leans in and kisses me. This kiss isn't like any we have shared. It’s raw, passionate, and needy. Tender and fierce and hot as hell.
He keeps kissing me as he lays me down on the couch and braces himself on top of me with one arm, and his other hand is pulling down my shorts and panties. He gets them to just above my knees before his hand is back lighting fire to my clit.
His erection is hard against my leg and it makes me wetter knowing he's turned on by me. He slows the kiss down, but it's no less intense. When he adds a bit of pressure to my nub, I moan into his mouth.
He circles my clit again and as many times as I've touched myself and taken care of myself, it’s never felt like this. Not once.
His finger slides down between my folds, and he thrusts inside me. My hips jerk grinding against him causing me to gasp. He trails kisses over my jaw and down my neck.
He keeps thrusting his finger in me and then hooks them, hitting that sweet spot I can't find no matter how hard I try. When my hips jerk again, he adds a second finger.
As he kisses his way back up to my mouth, his thumb starts circling my clit as his fingers move in and out of me hitting that sweet spot deep inside me each time.
My body feels like it's on a live wire, every nerve is tingling. I’m on fire as my body climbs rapidly toward that peak it's begging for.
As he keeps stroking my clit, I writhe. He's kissing me and swallowing my moans.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in closer. The feel of my nipples rubbing against his chest, his lips on mine, and his heavy weight pinning me to the couch is delicious.
He adds more pressure to my clit, and I fall over the edge. My back arches and I cry out his name, but he's covering it with a fiery kiss. My pussy clamps down on his fingers and he keeps thrusting, prolonging my orgasm.
He pulls his fingers from my pussy and brings them to his mouth and sucks on each one. His eyes close for a moment and he lets out a soft moan. Why is that so damn sexy?
Once I relax and catch my breath, he pulls back from the kiss and looks at me. I have no words right now, my brain isn't functioning.
Still breathing hard, I reach for his cock intent on showing him the same pleasure he just showed me. He grabs my hands and shakes his head.
Then he whispers in my ear. "Tonight was all about you gorgeous."
"That's not fair to you."
He smiles. "Don't worry about me, seeing you let go like that made my night."
He leans in and kisses me again. This time it's tender and slow. I wrap my hands around his neck and run my fingers through his hair. He reaches down and puts my shorts and panties back in to place before pulling away.
He stands up and his massive erection tents his pants. When I see it, I’m instantly I'm turned on again. My body doesn’t care that he just gave me a mind-blowing orgasm. I stand, but my legs feel like jelly as I follow him to the door.
"Thank you for tonight," he says. "I had fun watching the movies and even more after they went to bed." He rubs my cheek with the back of his knuckles.
He takes a deep breath, "I want you to know Tuesday, when we get to my place, I want to talk about a contract with us. It has nothing to do with tonight, I had it drafted up last week." He pauses, "I want you to know that."
I lean up to kiss him, a soft brush of my lips to his before pulling back.
"Let me know when you get home?" I ask.
He nods, "Lock the door behind me, beautiful."
He walks into the hallway and I lock the door behind him and start cleaning up the living room. There are no dishes
because we used paper plates, so clean up is easy.
Heading to my room, I get ready for bed. I take off the top shirt because I sleep in only my tank top and shirt. I change my underwear because I was not joking, they are soaked. I run through my nighttime routine and then get in bed.
Just as I'm pulling up the covers, I get a text from him saying he just got home. Before I lose my nerve, I call him.
"Hey what are you doing?" he says.
"Just lying in bed thinking of you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, I think you should go get in bed too."
"I told you tonight was about you," he says, but his voice is huskier and filled with lust
"Ok, then I want to hear you cum since you got to see me."
His breathing picks up and I smile.
"I think it's only fair, isn't it?" I continue.
"You want to see me cum?" he asks.
"Yes, I do."
He groans before saying, "Let me call you back." And he hangs up.
A couple of minutes later I get a video call from him and his face fills my screen and pure desire is on his face.
"You in bed?" he asks.
"Yes," I say as I angle the phone so he can see me sitting in bed.
"You changed."
"Just took my shirt off to sleep."
He moves his phone so I can see he’s sitting in his bed with nothing on but his boxer briefs. He is hard. Very hard, his erection pointing up and engorged. My clit starts to tingle, and I can feel my desire coating my pussy. My nipples pebble against my tank top.
This man just gave me a mind-blowing orgasm barely an hour ago, and my body is already craving more of him.
"We don't have to do this," he says as he strokes his cock.
"I want to."
He nods.
"Take that sexy cock and give it a good hard stroke," I say.
The phone is focused on his face as he closes his eyes and groans.
"Are you picturing my hand on you?"
"Yes," he says.