The Secret Baby: A One Night Stand Romance (Medical Heart Throb Series Book 1)

by Andrea L. Smith

  Carina glanced at the time on her cell and groaned. It was almost seven, and she had a dinner date with her father and Raphael. For the entire day she searched her mind for a solid excuse to cancel, but found none. Not that it mattered; Mateo would just reschedule for another day.

  It was high time she put her foot down and tell Mateo to stop controlling her life. But she couldn’t bear his disappointment, not when he’d done so much to take care of her after her mom died. She just wished he’d chosen another man to court her…someone like Dylan.

  Raphael was the total opposite of the man she wanted to be with. Loud and brutish, with an annoying habit of slapping her butt when Mateo wasn’t looking. In her father’s presence he tried to act decent, but someday his true colors would show. She prayed it would happen sooner than later.

  Her cell phone rang and she saw Mateo’s name flashing on the screen. A weary sigh preceded her answering the call. “Hey, daddy.”

  “Please tell me you’re almost here.”

  “I’m sorry. Work ran a little late.”

  “Carina—”

  “I’m leaving now, daddy. Raphael can wait, can’t he?”

  “Now, that’s no way to talk about your future—”

  “He’s not my future anything.” The words left her mouth before she could think. She sighed, bracing for Mateo’s outburst.

  “What did you say?”

  “Nothing, daddy. I’m on my way, ok?” She cut the call before he answered and palmed her face. You have to do it, Carina. Tell him you’re not interested in Raphael.

  She shut down her computer and reached for her purse. The place seemed deserted as she stepped from her office, as most of the staff had already left for the day. Usually, a doctor or two remained after hours doing follow-up calls with patients. But not Dylan. At least, not tonight. She glanced at the darkened space in passing and wondered where he was. Usually, he worked up to nine each night. She could tell by the attendance reports they submitted to her each week.

  Her footsteps echoed as she walked down the darkened hallway. Maybe he was out on a date, which was probably the only thing that could tear him away from his work. The thought did not rest well, not one bit. A rising jealousy added to her irritation at being summoned to dine with a man she disliked.

  Wrapped in her thoughts, she rounded the corner without looking and ran smack into a hard body.

  With sharp reflexes, he reached out to grab her before she stumbled and pulled her to him. She breathed in the familiar aroma. Whether in darkness or light, she would know Dylan’s scent anywhere. It wasn’t just the sweet and spicy cologne that he wore, it was the lingering smell of his aftershave and the shampoo he used. It was all present, giving her a heady feeling as she pressed against him.

  His body felt so damn good…just how she imagined. She took advantage of the moment and ran her palm over his pecs and down his abs. Oh, yes, this was everything she imagined. She stroked his belly and her hand dipped further, past his belt and—

  Dylan grabbed her wrist with a firm, “don’t.”

  “What?” she whispered, twisting her wrist from his grasp. She grabbed his crotch and kneaded his growing erection. “Don’t what?”

  She could hear his gasp as he sucked in a breath. He grabbed her wrist again, more forceful this time. “Carina, stop.” He backed away from her, fast, with that signature tortured look. “What the hell are you doing?”

  “Something I’ve been wanting to do for years. Something that I can see you want to do, too.” She looked down at his bulging erection. “You want me.”

  “Carina…”

  “Just admit it.”

  “Carina, you know better. Your father—”

  “Oh, screw whatever he thinks!” Her annoyance returned two-fold. “We’re grown, aren’t we? How about we make our own decisions?”

  Dylan vigorously shook his head. “No. You don’t get to say that. Do you know what will happen if your dad finds out? I might lose a limb, or worse. You get a slap on the wrist. I’m not interested in putting my life at risk, despite how enticing you may be. And fuck, you’re beyond tempting, driving me insane with those tight skirts and popsicles and—” he paused on a breath pivoted away from her. “Just stay the hell away from me, Carina.”

  Carina balled her hands into fists and her eyes welled with tears as he walked away. A flood of shame filled her. Is this what I’ve come to? Throwing myself at a man who doesn’t want to be with me?

  To hell with him, she decided, stomping to the front door. No more would she try to seduce him. From now on, she would keep her distance and focus on what he hired her to do.

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  1

  The Midnight Visitor

  In the middle of the night the sound of my front door woke me from a restless slumber. Switching on my bedside lamp, I glanced at the clock. It was half-past one, and my boyfriend Marcus promised to drop by after he’d dealt with an unexpected crisis. No doubt his frustration was behind the heavy slam of the door. Rising from bed, I wrapped the sheet around my naked body and walked to the top of the stairs, peering down to the darkness at the figure standing below.

  “Marcus?” I called.

  The figure stood still, his head bowed, his presence evoking an ominous feeling. He moved to the foot of the stairs and I realized it wasn’t Marcus.

  There was an uninvited man in my home.

  The knowledge terrified me. Fear gripped my core, generating pools of sweat that trickled between my breasts and cascaded down my body. I scuttled back to my bedroom and locked the door. My heart pounded as I looked around in the dark for a weapon. I’d always meant to buy a gun but never got around to it. I wished I wasn’t such a damned procrastinator.

  I found nothing I could use. What should I do?

  I searched the room wildly for my smartphone before remembering I’d left it in my purse.

  In the living room downstairs.

  Fuck.

  I stood facing the door, listening as the sound of footsteps increased, bringing an air of eeriness.

  My ass was toast.

  The footsteps paused at the top of the stairs. I held my breath, hoping with all my might that the intruder would not enter my room. My hope was in vain, however. The door knob turned slowly as he tried to enter. Backing from the door, I considered escaping through the window, but the thought of jumping twenty feet and breaking a leg or neck had no appeal.

  I kept praying that the door would hold. Anxiety fleeted around me, heating my already hot body. The sheets were damp with my sweat, so I removed them and pulled a robe from my drawer. As I closed the drawer, there was a heavy thud as he tried to kick the door open.

  Tugging on the robe, I decided to take a chance with jumping. Lifting the window, I stuck one leg through just as the door sprang open, splintering at the edges. I pulled my body through and my head collided with the window jam. As I groaned with pain, his hand gripped my other leg, but before I could scream he called out, “Camille! It’s me!”

  Instantly, my mouth went dry. My body convulsed. The trembling intensified when I made out the figure who’d broken into my home.

  It was Noah, my ex-boyfriend.

  A man who fucked me senseless, then dismantled my heart and returned to his wife.

  ***

  Noah was the first man I ever truly loved; unfortunately, he wasn’t mine, and after his ill-treatment and disregard for my feelings, I had to come to a heartbreaking acceptance.

  Noah worked overtime to pull me in. I fell hard…then he tore me down, reducing my self-esteem to nothing. Then, when I was at the lowest point of my life, he left me, ending all contact and leaving my heart in pieces.

  I hadn’t heard from him in ages, so what was he doin
g in my home, kicking my door down?

  Reversing my position, I returned to my room, ignoring his outstretched hand.

  “What the hell, Noah!”

  “Hi, Camille,” he greeted me with a roguish grin, his husky baritone resounding in my ear. He moved to flick the light switch, illuminating the room. His eyes raked my partially exposed body, pausing at my high, full breasts then drifting to my tight belly, finally landing on the mound between my legs. His eyes pooled with hunger. My cleft tightened in response.

  After all this time, I still desired him, and he still wanted me.

  A few months ago, his reaction would’ve meant the world. I’d craved for the sight of him… a kiss or a touch—anything. My hunger for him almost drove me insane. But finally, I’d found the strength to let him go. Now he’d rebounded, destroying my equilibrium.

  I jerked the belt of my robe and tied it. Noah reached and tugged it loose.

  “Don’t.” He growled.

  I inched away from him. “What’re you doing?”

  He moved towards me and the robe gave way to his nimble fingers. He cupped my breasts, rubbing his thumbs against my puckered nipples. They hardened instantly, and I gave an involuntary moan, earning a heated gaze.

  Noah dipped his head and licked a nipple. I lifted my heavy mounds as an offering, and he kneaded them leisurely. I sighed softly against the mounting pleasure.

  He kissed me, and my knees weakened. God, this man could kiss! He tasted so good, licking my mouth and sucking my lips. I grabbed his head as his lips traveled to my neck, kissing the special spot near my collarbone. Noah knew all my weak spots, and tonight, he seemed determined to remind me how exposed I was to him.

  He lifted me and I straddled him, my silky skin rubbing against the coarseness of his sweatshirt. His strong arms pulled me so close I could feel his heart beat. I wanted more…to feel his skin against mine… to have his cock planted inside me.

  My sex contracted, aching. My hips grinded against Noah in response to my body’s primal need to mate. His lips found mine again and I completely lost it as his tongue flicked inside my mouth. I kissed him back, tasting his sweetness.

  With my legs secured around him, Noah scuttled to the bed, resting my butt on the edge. He ran his hands over my body, his hooded eyes drinking me in. His hand caressed my mound, and my breathing grew erratic as his finger slipped inside me.

  “God, you’re so tight…”

  My breath stopped for a second, and it returned with a loud whoosh when he inserted another finger. My hips undulated as his fingers pumped, massaging my clit. I closed my eyes and the pleasure heightened.

  Noah removed his fingers and I opened my eyes as his head sank between my thighs. Spreading my legs, his fingers parted the lips of my sex, exposing it to the cool air which reduced the heat that threatened to melt my insides.

  “You’re so wet for me,” he whispered, stroking the satin folds. I moaned softly. His warm, moist tongue descended, activating a wider spread of my legs.

  His tongue did wonders; dancing over my clit, circling the tip, teasing me, pushing me to the point of no return. It darted in and out, and I bucked as the first wave of orgasm rushed through me. I groaned as my head thrashed to each side.

  It was so good…

  Noah pulled on my clit, sucking with an urgency that almost drove me insane. My pelvis gyrated on its own volition, and I moaned like a wounded animal as my climax erupted. Noah sucked me dry, his tongue rimming my trembling slit until the pleasure subsided.

  He wasted no time, lifting my limp body from the edge of the bed to the center. Removing his clothes, he returned to the bed, mounting me as his hot gaze met mine. I closed my eyes against the pull of his stare, knowing if I looked long enough, I would lose myself.

  Again.

  I wasn’t about to return to that disastrous path. Tonight was a one-night stand. After this, it was over—for good.

  He lifted his thick length, stroking, as a spot of pre-cum emitted from the head. My desire reignited, the ache returned and I grabbed his dick, pulling it to the edge of my sex.

  “I need it. Now,” I commanded.

  Noah complied, and I moaned as his hard flesh met the heat inside my cunt. A sudden thought occurred and I panicked, pushing him aside while mentally kicking myself for my temporary stupidity.

  “What?” Noah asked, sprawled in the middle of my bed, his stiff length resting on his rock-hard belly. My eyes became glued to his gorgeous body and I almost forgot why I paused the heated session.

  “Condoms, dude,” I said, crisply. “There’s no way we’re fucking raw.”

  He exhaled loudly. “Why didn’t you say so?”

  “I’m saying it now. No glove, no love.”

  “Damn. Hold on.” He lifted his pants from the floor and dug for his wallet. Pulling a condom from inside, he waved it at me. “Satisfied?”

  Smiling, I returned to my position, spreading my legs again. “Not yet.”

  He gave me a hard look and pulled the condom over his still-erect dick in a hurry. I raised my hips as he mounted me again, and he wasted no time planting himself deep inside me. I grinded against him, the heat filling my crevice. Noah pumped non-stop, his thick meat filling me and caressing my walls. His sweat-riddled body loomed over me, taut and rippling with strength.

  Noah’s jaw tautened against the strain of control. Tension lines decorated his face. He was dying for release. He slowed, his dick stroking me deliberately, and I felt the pleasure build to a mind-blowing height. I whispered his name as my body convulsed with the best orgasm of my life. My toes curled, my legs shook and my hips rolled with a speed that defied nature.

  Noah pounded into me and his dick swelled and his body tightened as he climaxed, taking my mouth for a kiss that was hard and sweet. I gave him everything I had, knowing it would be the last time.

  Rolling from me, he pulled me to his hard, hot body, breathing in my scent. My eyes fell on the picture of Marcus resting on the dresser. He smiled back at me, his big, warm, light-brown eyes filled with trust. A rush of guilt sailed through me, and suddenly I wanted to be alone.

  I turned, facing Noah. “It’s over,” I said. “After tonight, you and I are through.”

  “What?”

  I rose from the bed and slipped into my robe. “It’s time for you to leave.”

  “Why?”

  I whirled on him. “What d’you mean by ‘why’?”

  Noah scoffed. “We just had a great time, Camille. You were so hot and heavy for me, now you’ve gone cold.”

  “For a second I forgot you’re married, Noah.” I gestured to Marcus’ picture. “And I have someone I could love. You can’t be here. Just leave.”

  “No.”

  “What did you say?”

  “I’m not going.”

  I chuckled. “Stop messing with me. Get your clothes and get the hell out of my house.”

  Noah rose from the bed with deliberate slowness, his steely gaze fazing me. “I said I’m not going nowhere. You and I, we’ll be together—for good this time. As for Marcus, you’re done with him.”

  I laughed nervously. “You must be tripping.”

  “I’m dead serious, Camille.”

  “Marcus and I will never be over.”

  He folded his arms. “Fine. Then he’ll just end up like the others.”

  My breath caught. “What do you mean?”

  “You know what I mean.” His voice was dangerously low.

  “Please tell me you’re joking.” I found it difficult to breathe. I wished I had my phone so I could call the cops. Who the hell was this monster I’d been fucking only a few minutes ago? Who was this devil I’d let in my heart and soul for so long? I struggled to believe he was responsible for the constant terror I’d experienced for the past year.

  My body shuddered. “How could you do this me, Noah?” I resisted the tears, determined to not let him see how affected I was.

  “That’s a rhetorical question, Camille. D
id you think you could promise me forever then sleep with another man?”

  “You left me, remember?”

  “I never left you. I only took a break to be with my wife.”

  “You’re out of your mind.”

  “I’m crazy about you, Camille.”

  “God…”

  Suddenly, lights flooded my bedroom window, and I heard the sound of my automatic front gate as it slid open. Noah rushed to the window and looked out. “There’s a car in your driveway,” he turned to me. “Who is it?”

  My pulse raced. “It’s Marcus.” Fuck. How would I explain being naked in my bedroom with my ex? My relationship with Marcus was about to take a nosedive.

  “You need to leave, Noah. Please,” I begged.

  Noah laughed out loud. “Why would I do that?” He stalked to the bedroom door, pulling it open. “You have two minutes to go downstairs and break up with him. Otherwise, I’m coming down to put a bullet in his head.”

  “Are you crazy?”

  He pulled his boxers on, then lifted a gun from the pocket of his pants.

  How did I miss that?

  I’d been so caught up in ecstasy that my guard was completely down. If an airplane had come crashing in my bedroom, I wouldn’t have noticed.

  Noah’s hard eyes bored into me, chilling me. “I’m waiting. Go let him in.”

  “He has the alarm code.”

  Cocking his head sideways, he smirked. “Oh, so it’s that serious? Pity.”

  I glared at him silently.

  He waved the gun gently. “Go.”

  Taking a deep breath, I exited the room and descended the stairs as the front door opened and Marcus entered.

  “Camille?” He called out in the dark. I could make out his outline as he reached for the light switch. The room illuminated and he spotted me at once.

  “Hey,” his weary expression transformed to concern as he noticed my tearful countenance. “What’s wrong?”

  I had two minutes to let go the best thing that ever happened to me. Marcus changed my life. He made me the happiest I’d been in a long time, and I couldn’t help to think this was karma’s way of getting back at me for my wild past. I lost count of the married men I’d slept with, and many broken marriages were left in my wake. I’m not ashamed to admit I was a selfish bitch, but I’ve changed. My relationship with Marcus was a fresh start, now it had to end. The thought of letting him go crushed me, but if I wanted him to live, I had to.