by Claire Adams
“So close,” I whispered roughly and dropped my head to his shoulder. My hair spilled out across his chest, and I ignored everything but my mounting pleasure.
He reached around and gripped my ass just before laying back down. The brush of his fingers across my sensitive opening had me moaning. He pressed a finger into me as I bucked and rode his cock hard and fast through my orgasm.
“Fuck!” I cried out and collapsed on top of him.
“Beautiful.” He turned us over and pressed back into me, rocking against me, our hips bumping against each other’s. “Just hold onto me, baby. Wrap yourself around me and don’t let go.”
“Yes,” I mumbled and wrapped my arms and legs around him before closing my eyes and breathing him in deeply.
“Look at me, Maddie. I want to see you when I come.” He brushed my hair back and pressed his chest against mine.
The room faded, and I lost myself in his eyes. They darkened just before he cried out, his face a mask of ecstasy. He was beyond beautiful. So much so that I felt foreign emotions well up inside of me. I didn’t want to cry but fuck if my eyes didn’t get misty.
He laid down on top of me and gave me an odd look. “What’s wrong? Did I do something to hurt you?”
“No. Not at all. I just love you.”
He kissed me a few times softly and smiled. “I love you, too. It’s too damn hard to fight against it.”
“You were trying to fight against loving me?” My heart ached in my chest, and yet, I totally understood it on some level.
“Yeah. I’ve been hurt a lot in my life. I wanted to protect myself, but you’d already snuck down into my heart. You gave me no choice.” He brushed his nose against mine softly. “I’m yours if you’ll have me.”
“I wouldn’t want anyone but you.” I ran my fingers through his hair.
“Me too. I want to feel my skin against yours, but I get it.” He kissed me one more time before rolling off and getting up. “Come take a shower with me.”
“We’re getting clean just to get dirty again?” I laughed and got off the bed, my body warm and stretched. Tingles raced from my chest to my core, every part of me on fire for the handsome man with the fine ass walking to the bathroom in front of me.
“I like the sound of that. We should make a habit of it.” He turned on the shower and pulled back the curtain. “Check to see if it’s hot.”
I rolled my eyes and got in. “It’s not, but you are.”
“Mmmm… Well, flattery will get you nowhere, young lady.”
“It got me you.” I reached out and pulled him in, wrapping myself around him, and starting another round of love making.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Two Weeks Later
Gavin
Maddie and I had been inching into our relationship as best we could, trying to learn each other through the process of dating, but it was hard. I wanted her in my bed every night, and her ring sitting on my dresser haunted the hell out of me.
There was no doubt in my mind. She was going to be my wife.
So why the hell were we waiting? I'd already paid for the ceremony, and it had been beautiful. No one knew it was fake but us. All we had to do now was to sign the papers, and it wouldn't be fake anymore.
And we would be husband and wife. The thought alone made my body tight with the need to dominate my pretty little model.
If nothing else, she had to move in with me soon. I hated her living across town in an apartment all by herself. It was depressing for her and worried me.
I picked up the phone as I forced myself to finish getting dressed. "Hey. Make sure you wear something nice."
She laughed. "For pictures? Not this again, right?"
I smiled. "You might want to take a few photos, but that'll be up to you."
"I do like having your handsome face on my phone."
"Alright, tease. I'll see you shortly." I reached for a tie and decided against it, knowing my mom would give me hell if she were still around, but if I were being entirely honest, half the reason I didn't wear the damn gray tie was to get a rise out of her.
It’s what guys did to their mothers.
I drove over to Maddie's place and got out, walking to the door and popping my key in the lock. I walked in to find her in white lacy bra and panties, leaning over to slip sandals on her feet.
"Where is your dress, beautiful?" I walked toward her and slid my hands up her back to cup her shoulders as she stood.
"On the bed. I was trying to figure out which one I wanted to wear." She pressed her back to my chest, rolling her hips and playing with my dick. "Or maybe we could just skip dinner and make love all over my apartment."
"We did that last night." I moved back and popped her ass. "How about you wear the dress that requires you to not wear panties? I like those dresses best." I walked toward her room with her following me, her laughter causing me to smile.
"You're corrupt. Just like the women you date." She moved past me, and I reached out, grabbing her wrist and tugging her back.
She crashed into me with a soft yelp and pressed her hands against my chest.
"You're the only woman I date." I leaned down and kissed her a few times. "And if you don't hurry up, we're going to miss our reservations."
"And if I'd rather seduce you?"
"Not going to fall for it tonight, sweetheart." I kissed the tip of her nose and walked around her to sit down on the edge of the bed. "Now, get ready."
"So bossy!" She huffed and reached for a strapless blue dress that reminded me of the colors of spring. "I don't know any other man who would pass up the opportunity to have his girlfriend bend over and work him from 10 different angles. You're just wrong, Gavin Hayward."
"Ten different angles?" I lifted and eyebrow and glanced down at my watch. "We might actually have time for that." I let out a loud huff as she smacked me in the chest and gave me a look.
"Nope. You didn't want it."
"I'll always want it, Maddie. Now, stop talking and get dressed." I stood up and walked to the door, pausing for a second to look back at my beautiful girl. "Or no spankings for you."
She flipped me off and worked her dress over her head. She was rowdy and a little rough around the edges, but she sure as fuck was mine.
"No, you didn't." She slid her hand into mine as I pulled up to the hibachi restaurant I'd taken her to a few weeks back and proposed the first time. Though it was all planned and staged, it felt real to me at the moment, and still did now.
"I did." I gripped her hand tightly and walked toward the door. "Let's get something to eat and then I have a gift for you."
"Is it what I think it is?" Her smile lifted her lips so much it had to hurt. I loved it.
"No. It's not half a million dollars. Jeez." I reached out and held the door as she walked in and glanced over to give me a look. "Too soon?"
"Way too soon." She shook her head and moved up to the hostess stand. "Two."
"We actually have the whole restaurant again." I took my place beside her and wrapped an arm around her slender shoulders.
"Show off," she whispered and glanced up at me, her words a little airy.
She liked me spending my money, and if it impressed her, I didn't mind so much. From the lessons I'd learned, you couldn't take it with you anyway. Better to use it to enjoy various parts of life that were hard without it.
We followed the hostess to our table and sat down, ordering sake and a few appetizers. We chatted throughout dinner, laughing about some of the things we had done and said during our fake proposal and wedding.
"It was a beautiful ceremony, though." She smiled and glanced down to her hands as they lay in her lap.
"Yeah. I've been thinking a lot about that." I reached out and took her hand. "I've been thinking about a lot of things you said."
"You have?" She scooted closer to me, brushing her knee by mine.
I took a quick breath and pulled the ring from my pocket. Her ring. I moved to my knees between the chair
s and took her hand fully in mine.
"I realized something."
"Gavin. What are you doing?" She glanced around and back down at me as she paled. "You don't have to—"
I ignored her. "I know you talked about wanting to start over and doing things differently this time, but I'm not sure I'm good with that."
"No?" she whispered, her pretty eyes growing wide.
"No." I pulled her hand up to my mouth and kissed her knuckles as her breathing got a little off kilter. "I want to pick up where we left off and keep going. We'll sign the papers down at the courthouse and get them over to the pastor that married us. Let's don't start over. I wouldn't want to go through another wedding without my mom there. Not unless you want to so that your parents—"
"They already think we're married, remember? I never told them the truth. The only people that know are me, you, and Ron."
"Is that a yes?" I lifted the ring toward her. "Will you be my wife, baby? For real this time. We can grow old together, have babies."
"Make babies?" She lifted her eyebrow and I fell in love with the naughty girl all over again.
"Absolutely. Practice makes perfect." I slipped the ring onto the tip of her finger and looked up into her eyes. She loved me. I had no doubt. "Say yes, Maddie. Make me the happiest man in the world tonight."
"I would never deny you anything." She pressed her finger into the ring and leaned forward to kiss me, mumbling “yes” against my lips.
Life would never be the same. It would be better than good. She was mine, and this time, I wasn't letting go. No matter what.
Epilogue
Two Years Later
Maddie
The sound of Gavin and my parents laughing filled up my ears as I walked out of the back door onto the patio. They were lounging around after dinner, just enjoying each other's company. I'd offered to clean the kitchen after the meal and shoved them all outside.
I needed to think through what I was going to say to my husband. He'd been so stressed over the last few months wrapping up his first novel and working with a publisher to set up promotions and signings. He was losing sleep over the what-ifs, but I kept telling him it was going to be great.
We didn't need the money. He had enough to last us a lifetime, and being the incredible man he was, he'd gotten my mom and dad out of debt and hired them a financial adviser a year after we signed the papers on our marriage license.
That was a year passed, and they were doing great. I was impressed and beyond grateful.
My modeling career never took off, namely because I gave up on it. I didn't need followers and fans. I had family and friends. Fame could take up someone else's emotional space.
"There she is." My mom beamed. "You look so pretty, Maddie. Did I tell you that already? Is it a new bronzer you're using? Your skin is so clear and healthy looking."
Gavin extended his hand as he sat in a chair beside my Dad. I took it and sat down in his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"It's called being happy. And in love." I leaned down and kissed him quickly on the lips. We had a relationship much like my mom and dad. Much like his mom and dad did.
"Well, I'm glad you guys have found the secret. Just make sure you cling to it, and remember, never let the sun go down angry at each other." My father reached out and took my mom's hand. "It's worked for us for a long time, right, dear?"
"It has." She glanced over at me. "You kids get out of here. I want some time with your father."
Gavin laughed and helped me up before wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "Mom. Dad. It's been fun."
I loved that he referred to them like they were his parents.
"Love you." I pulled each of them into a hug before walking to the car with my guy. I snuggled up against him and got in the car, holding my breath as he got into his side.
"What's up? You were pretty quiet tonight."
"I don't know. Just have a lot on my mind." I shrugged and reached for his hand. "Would you be okay with us taking the boat out for an hour or so? I love watching the sunset on it."
"Anything for my girl." He winked over at me, took my hand and used his free one to pull out of my parent's driveway. We rode in silence to the docks and made small talk as he worked to get the boat out into the water.
I turned my back to him and scooted over in front of him, wanting him to hold me. He knew exactly what I was asking, and wrapped his strong arms around my shoulders.
"What's going on, Maddie? I know you, baby. Something is up."
I wiggled a little, and his hand dropped to my hips. I reached down and grabbed his hands, pulling them up to the small bump in my lower stomach.
"I love you so much." I glanced back at him. "And I want to honor your mom."
"Oh yeah." I leaned down and kissed the side of my mouth, captivating me with his strength, his scent, his dominance. "And how would you like to do that."
"By naming our baby girl after her."
"Our what?" He jerked back, and I turned around, worried that he might not be happy about me being pregnant.
"Our—"
"I heard you." His voice broke a little as he reached for me and pulled me into his arms. "You're pregnant."
I beamed. "A little under five months. I didn't know. My periods have always been weird. I finally decided to go to the doctor, and she told me we were pregnant."
"And it's a little girl?" His eyes filled with love.
I nodded as tears blurred my vision. "And she's going to love you just like I do."
"I'm so happy. You have no idea how much this means to me." He leaned down and kissed me softly, as if he might hurt me. "We can name her after mom. She would love that. She had wanted grandkids before she passed." He chuckled, the sound warming me. "I told her a wedding was more than enough."
"A fake wedding that became the real one." I smiled and touched the side of his face. We might have started out our relationship the wrong way, but we overcame every obstacle that got in our way, and we would continue to... together.
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BILLIONAIRE BABY DADDY
By Claire Adams
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2017 Claire Adams
Chapter One
Lexi
I pushed back from the computer for a moment, taking a deep breath as I stared out the window. At some point, the sky had gotten overcast, a perfect reflection of the turmoil that had been building within me over the course of the morning. Now, my presentation for Orinoco was almost finished, and I was practically vibrating from how nervous I was.
It wasn't as though Albright was asking me to sell our company to Orinoco, that was the thing. They were simply asking me to put on a presentation and to state the facts. That shouldn't make me this worried. But a buyout by Orinoco, this huge online retailer that was snapping up its competition piece by piece, was a huge deal for us.
As though summoned by my roiling thoughts, Chuck knocked on the edge of my doorframe. “How you doing, trooper?” he asked, using his nickname for me.
Most people in the building didn't make the trek over to my office very often, but Chuck always swung by with muffins or a bit of advice. At first, I'd thought he was hitting on me, but he'd never asked me out, and I'd come to accept that it was just him being friendly and welcoming to his coworkers. I appreciated that.
I rolled my eyes and gestured towards the computer screen. “Almost done with this thing, at least. Then I'll just have to present the thing without looking like a total idiot.”
“I'm sure you'll do fine,” Chuck said, smiling warmly at me. “
Do they know who Orinoco is sending as its representatives?”
“That's just it,” I groaned. “They've decided that this is too big an acquisition for them to send representatives. Instead, they're sending none other than their CEO!”
“Andrew Goldwright is coming?” Chuck asked sharply, looking suddenly even more interested.
“Yeah,” I said miserably. “Do you know him?”
“I know of him,” Chuck said cautiously. He whistled lowly. “That's big. Goldwright hardly ever deigns to talk to mere mortals. I wonder what it is about this deal that's got him so interested.”
“Oh, I don't know,” I said sarcastically. “Maybe something to do with the giant bonus that he'll be taking home if he manages to merge our companies? You haven't seen the numbers, maybe, but we're talking big.”
“Hmm,” Chuck mused. “I still think it's strange that he's involved.”
“What do you know about him anyway?” I asked. “I've done a little bit of research, once we knew that he was coming, but I didn't have time to do much in-depth digging. There seems to be a lot of anger around his rise to CEO, but I'm not really sure what the underlying cause is.”
“There's a lot of mistrust there,” Chuck said, looking as though he was choosing his words carefully. “And I share in the distaste that some people have for him. Orinoco has a reputation for being a ruthless company, as I'm sure you're aware, and Andrew Goldwright is viewed as just another of the guys in the company who have absolutely no moral scruples. And beyond that, the guy's business sense leaves something to be desired.”
“How so?” I asked. “I wasn't able to find any record of failed takeovers or scandals or anything else that we could use as leverage against them.”
“Maybe not, but that doesn't mean there isn't a heady amount of nepotism at the core of the company,” Chuck said grimly. “Goldwright only got his position because Daddy Goldwright was ready to retire to the Bahamas with some bimbo half his age. This all happened a few years ago when Goldwright Jr. was barely even out of business school.”