The Billionaire Bad Boy Plan

by Michelle Love

  Then Mercy, the person I’m most worried about, looks out the window for a second then whispers, “Rogan.”

  “So, what do you think?” I ask as I tug at her hand.

  She looks back at me. “You know I hate to let you have your way all of the time, Jude. I don’t know how come you are so easy to spoil and give you everything you want. But, damn it! I like it. Rogan, it is then.”

  I don’t know why it’s so easy for me to get my way either but I’m not trying to find that out, anyway. All I know is I get to call my son Rogan, instead of Stanley and I’m damn happy about that!

  As I pull into the pizza place’s parking lot, I look back at Carter. “Bet I can beat you at Skeeball, buddy.”

  “Bet you can’t!” he says as he holds up his little fist. “Cause I am the champion of that game, Dad!”

  I know it sounds crazy but hearing that little guy calling me that just sends sparks of love all through me. And all I can think about is how lucky I am. I’m so glad I took that horrible bitch to the spa that day!

  Chapter 7

  MERCY

  Getting out of the bathtub after a nice, long, hot soak as Jude puts the kids to bed, I find myself a little nervous about tonight. The baby turned six weeks old today and my doctor officially released me and I can get back into physical action with Jude.

  I know we had a much longer time of no sex while he recuperated after his surgery but this time, it’s me who’s been through a body altering experience. I have a host of stretchmarks on my stomach and it’s a little saggy still. My boobs are pretty full of milk and I don’t know how that’s going to go.

  But I pull on my robe and go out into our bedroom and find my husband lying naked on our bed. He turns to one side and watches me as I come out. “Lose the robe.”

  I knew he was going to say that. I’ve been kind of keeping myself covered at all times since the delivery. My new body needs a major overhaul and now that the doctor has released me, Jude is planning how he’s going to work me out to help me regain my former body.

  “Jude,” I whine.

  He shakes his head. “Lose it.”

  I do as he says and drop the robe on the floor and he smiles. “Don’t.”

  “I can smile if I want to, Mercy. You look so gorgeous. Come here.”

  I walk slowly toward him, not feeling one bit sexy. “Don’t expect a miracle. I feel like a deflated balloon.”

  “I can fix that,” he says as I get to the edge of the bed and he reaches out for my hand and pulls me down to lie next to him, facing him. His finger trails over my lips then he kisses them.

  Soft, sweet, and gentle, he kisses me as his hand moves over my back and down to my ass where he takes a handful of it and massages it. I move my arm around him and feel his tight muscles.

  I wiggle my body closer to him until we’re touching. My breasts are pressed against his chest and the nipples are growing hard and starting to get a buzzy feeling around them.

  Jude’s heart starts pounding so hard I can feel it and his kiss changes as his tongue moves into my mouth and strokes mine. His hand on my ass grips harder and I feel his cock going hard between us.

  He flips me onto my back and hovers over me, pulling his mouth off mine. “You let me know if anything hurts you, baby. I’m going to go down south and get you fired up and ready to reintroduce you to my most favorite part of my anatomy.”

  I giggle at him as he moves down my body. Kissing along my stomach as he goes. He takes my legs and pulls them up to bend my knees. My body is already quivering with anticipation.

  He looks at me as he presses his lips to my little pearl and I hiss with how good it feels. He smiles and licks it as he continues to watch my response. “You like that, don’t you?”

  I run my hands down to run them through his hair. “You know I do.”

  He kisses it again then he turns all of his attention to what he’s doing and takes me into another world. My moan is continuous as the wet heat of his mouth sends me into a frenzy of nearly forgotten feelings.

  I feel his hand moving over my leg then his finger is circling my opening and I get an ache to feel it inside of me. As he slips it in, I let out a sigh of sweet relief, “Yes.”

  He moans and it vibrates my clit and sends a jolt of pure joy through me. His mouth grows hotter as he licks me over and over until I’m a quivering mess who can only shriek his name again and again until I can’t take it anymore and yank his hair to make him come up.

  Moving up my body, he looks at me like a wolf who’s come after a sheep and is about to eat it all up. His mouth is shiny with moisture and he moves right on up and kisses me with my taste in his mouth and I feel his hard cock on the edge of me.

  Slowly, he moves it into me and I groan with the feeling. My body remembers him and stretches to conform to him again. I feel the heat as the delicate tissues move to accommodate his massive organ and I can’t stop groaning.

  Once he’s all the way in up to the hilt, he pulls his mouth away from mine. “Is it all good, baby?”

  “Better than good, Jude. Show me what I’ve been missing these last six weeks.”

  He makes one long stroke and my stomach tightens. I trail my fingers over his back as he makes another and another then he leans back against me and kisses my neck, sending me into oblivion. I moan and arch up to meet his strokes that are getting faster and harder. My breasts are smashed between us and I feel a sudden wetness.

  He doesn’t stop stroking me as he pulls his upper body back and looks down to see what the hell is going on. “You’re kind of leaking there, Mercy.”

  “Oh, God!” I shout. “I’m sorry!”

  He just laughs a little and leans back down on me and starts rubbing his body up and down mine as he continues his hard and fast strokes. “Don’t be. This feels awesome!”

  It feels great to me. My tits are hard and tingling and so is my personal pleasure zone. And if he’s not grossed out by having my milk all over his chest then we have no problem here.

  His movements get more frenzied as he lets out an animal-like growl as he goes faster and deeper. Then my body goes over the edge of the cliff and I’m shrieking with the orgasm he’s created inside of me.

  My nails sink into the hot flesh of his back as I wrap my legs around him to hold him to me. He moves in and out of me faster and faster, then he goes stiff and I can feel the heat I love to feel so much as it fills me.

  He leans on me and I haven’t felt that comfortable weight for what seems like forever. His mouth is hot on my neck as we breathe heavy and hard. “I love you, Mercy.”

  “I love you, too. That was awesome. I missed you.”

  He trails little kisses along my neck and over my cheek until he finds my lips. “I missed you too.” He rolls off me. “I’m squishing you.”

  I roll to face him. “I like the way you squish me.” I kiss his lips again and love the way I feel all wet and hot and kind of sticky. “I think a shower is in order. I can’t believe I oozed milk all over us.”

  His hand moves up and down my arm as he looks at me. “I think it’s cool.” Then he rolls away and gets up then comes around the side of the bed and grabs me up in his strong arms. “And now I’ll give you a nice long shower to get rid of the stickiness.”

  I gaze at his handsome face as he carries me. A thing I was never sure he’d be able to do again. “I’m glad you hunted me down, Jude.”

  “Me too,” he says then kisses me. “You’re the best trophy ever.”

  I think he is!

  Chapter 8

  JUDE

  “You see that footprint right there, Carter?” I ask him as we walk through the woods to our hunting blind.

  “Coyote?” he asks.

  “Good job, buddy. Do you have the new camera I bought you in that backpack full of snacks you brought with you?” I ask him as we start walking again.

  “I sure do. I hope to add some new animals to my collection today. When do you think we’ll see one of those jack-a-
lopes, Uncle Ram told me about?” he asks as he steps over a fallen tree.

  “I’m afraid your uncle was kidding you about that. Those aren’t real,” I tell him as I chuckle.

  “He showed me a picture,” the little six-year-old tells me as he looks at me from underneath his orange hunting cap.

  “Some people put little deer horns on stuffed jack rabbits. That’s how he showed you a picture. I’m not about to start lying to you about anything, Carter. But your Uncle Ram’s just pulling your leg, son.”

  “Well how about me and you get a picture of something and add some things to it and pull his leg right back?” he asks with a grin on his little face.

  “Now that’s what I’m talking about. I saw a fish one time that had the bottom half of it covered in hair. That had to be a joke,” I say as we get to our hunting blind and I help him climb up to the long seat that’s up in a tall tree.

  “I like it up here, Dad,” he says as he climbs up and gets all settled in.

  I pull the safety bar up in front of us and settle in for our front-row seat to nature’s movie studio for the next few hours. “I like it up here too, Carter. My grandfather and I would sit up here almost every morning and every evening during hunting season when I was a kid.”

  “Yeah, but you actually shot the animals with a gun, Dad.” He looks at me and shakes his head. “You said I can’t have a gun yet.”

  “You’re a bit on the young and small side yet, son. Learn how to shoot them with a camera and later on when your old enough to make your own decision about actually shooting them then we’ll talk about getting you a gun and teaching you how to shoot. It might not be a thing you want to do.”

  He nods and points to a squirrel at the bottom of our tree. “You think he’ll come up here?”

  “No,” I say and point to a hole in the bottom. “I think he’ll go into that hole. I bet that’s his home.”

  We sit and watch the little animal scurry around for a while then he slips into that hole and Carter seems amazed. “How did you know that?”

  “When you spend a lot of time in the woods, you learn things. So how was school today?” I ask him as we settle back and look up into the tree above us. The sun’s light is filtered through the already sparse leaves as fall is setting in well and most of the leaves have fallen off the branches.

  “It was okay,” he says then he bumps his shoulder to mine. “I think this girl likes me. Her name is Trudy and she’s kind of pretty. She’s missing one of her front teeth right now but I can see past that and see that she’s pretty.”

  “Well, that’s good. But the main thing is this,” I tell him. “Is she nice?”

  “Well, she had an apple in her lunch today and she asked me if I wanted it cause she hates them now on account of it was one of them she bit into and that’s how her tooth came out. So I think that was a nice thing for her to do,” he says then points at a cardinal as it flies into the tree and lands on a branch not too far from us.

  “You should get out your camera,” I tell him.

  As he takes his backpack off and digs through it to find the elusive camera, the bird flies away with the noise. But he finally finds it and takes it out. “I’m ready now.”

  With a nod, I look around and so does he. A little baby deer comes out of the brush and I touch his shoulder to get him to look that way. He pulls the camera up and takes the picture then shows it to me as he whispers, “I got it!”

  “You did!” I whisper back and pat him on the back.

  When I was a kid with my gramps I just thought I loved doing this. But I found out it’s even better on this side of the game. The teaching side.

  Every single day these kids teach me a little something I never knew about myself. I learned from Rogan that I am an expert diaper changer. I’m much faster than Mercy is at it. A thing I wish I hadn’t gloated about so much because now she uses that to get me to do most of the diaper duty.

  Mia taught me that I can braid hair like a professional. She likes the way I do her hair so that’s another thing that I’m the go-to guy for. And Carter has taught me that being a good role model is my top priority. That little guy watches my every move so I have to be on my game when he’s around.

  Never did I think the thing that would make my life better than it had ever been would be having a family to call my very own. Life is good and it just keeps getting better.

  MERCY

  Sitting in a rocking chair on the wrap-around porch of the ranch house we recently bought, I rock little Rogan to sleep as I watch Jude teaching Carter and Mia how to rides the horses he just brought home for them.

  He spoils these kids the same way he was spoiled. Not a thing comes out of their mouths that they have the slightest interest in that he doesn’t show up with one day out of the blue.

  At first, I was all over him about doing that. But in true Jude fashion, he was going to do what he was going to do. So, like everything Jude-related, I got over it and let him have his way. There’s no stopping the man, anyway.

  That determined spirit he has might seem like a real pain in the butt at times but it got him through a patch of his life that would’ve been devastating if he didn’t have that. So I have to respect that aspect of him.

  Jude has made my life so much more than what my initial plan was. To become a lonely woman who lived her life merely to work and raise kids and leave romance and relationships out of it.

  He forced his way into my world and I can’t stop thanking God that he did that for me. Pulling the baby off my shoulder, I look at his sleeping face. He’s a combination of me and the man I love with all of my heart. A testament to our love and our commitment to one another.

  Our family will be strong because if Jude and his love for us all. And I’ll never take that man for granted. He is a gift to us and I’ll always treat him like that.

  The day Jude Hurst came into my life is a day I’ll never forget and I will cherish the gift I was given on that day for the rest of my life, and then some.

  The End

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  THE SECRETS SERIES

  A Billionaire Romance Series

  by Michelle Love

  “Max Lane is about to turn thirty and to settle down is in the forefront of his mind. His taste in women doesn’t make his choices in finding a wife and future mother of his children easy. Wealthy, gorgeous women with long legs and luscious bodies are great until you have to deal with their entitled attitudes which is something the young billionaire neither has nor finds attractive.

  Alexis Mathews is a freelance accountant who comes into Max’s life just as he’s ready to make some changes to it. Initially, he takes her on as a project, but soon realizes he’d like to keep her for himself. Alexis’ long time insecurities make it hard for her to believe she’s the right girl for a man of Max’s wealth.”

  Part 1 Secrets of Desire

  A Billionaire Romance Series

  By Michelle Love

  Max

  The darkness is interrupted by a light as I sit in a dimly lit room waiting for the always late Lauren. She’s my latest attempt to find a woman that I can get along with for the rest of my life. It’s going on a month since we started dating so I’m about to test the matrimonial waters with her this evening. I want to see if she has the same ideas I have for the future. I’m turning thirty in a few days and decided it’s time to move out of the fast lane and slow things down a bit.

  Abandoned when I was ten years old by my drug addicted mother, I grew up in a children’s home in the middle of nowhere, South Texas. Divorce is not an option for me. Once I marry and start a family which I’d like to do right away, nothing will tear my family apart. So my choice for a wife has to be someone I can stand, at the very least.

  It was my cell phone which lit up, meaning I have a text message. It’s from the freelance accountant I contacted and he’s agreed to work on some accounting issues for me
. My least favorite time of the year is coming up, tax season, and I need all the help I can get to hang onto as much of my fortune as I can.

  A pair of long, sexy legs topped by a short, red skirt stride into the room. I scan them and move up over a lithe body until her face comes into focus.

  I wonder what she really looks like.

  “You appear good enough to eat, Lauren.”

  She laughs, and the sound makes my face pinch as it is loud and slightly off key. “Don’t I know it, Max,” she says with a southern drawl. “Where are you taking me this evening?”

  I hold my arm out and she takes it. “My chef, Hilda, is making us one of her specialties for dinner. I imagined it might be nice to stay in tonight.”

  The sound of a heavy sigh meets my ears and I notice her red stained, collagen injected lips form a pout. “And what will we do after we eat this stuff your maid is making, Mr. Billionaire?”

  “I thought we could eat by the fireplace in the small dining room. Afterwards we can cuddle on the couch and watch a movie. I’ll even make you popcorn if you’d like me to. And by the way, Hilda is not the maid. If she ever heard you call her that she might have to kick your ass, I’d have to intervene and most likely get mine kicked too.”

  I pull the door open and lead her out to my Jaguar where she folds her long legs into the passenger side as she says, “That sounds dull and I don’t do dull, Max.”

  After taking a gander at those long, tight, tanned legs I begin to salivate. My weakness is long legs, and it overrules my brain way too many times. I close the door and walk around to the driver’s side. “So what would you like to do?”

  She looks into the mirror and applies more red lipstick. “I want to go to a nice club and be drunk by nine o’clock.”

  My hands grip the wheel so I won’t grab her and choke some personality into her. “Oh, same as last night and the night before that.”