Billionaire Baby Daddy (An Alpha Billionaire Secret Baby Romance Love Story)

by Claire Adams

  As we continue to kiss, Jackson made his move to progress things a little further along. I suspected after our first round together that he was going to want to prove himself to me. No man liked it when he came so quickly.

  His hands gripped my waist and lifted me up as I reached down and grabbed his manhood and pulled it toward my center. As he lowered my body, I wrapped around him and felt his thrust into me. My body wanted more and more of him as we intertwined ourselves together in perfect balance.

  The intimate feeling of having his arms wrapped around me while we sat in the bed was a new experience for me. I wrapped mine around his neck and held on tight as our bodies moved gently together. Every inch of skin touched him and I felt emotions like I had not experienced during sex before.

  I tucked my face into the small of his neck as my pelvis thrust against his and I felt my body loving every second of my time with him. This is lovemaking, I thought. It was what I imagined happy couples around the world did when they had each other in bed. It wasn’t something I was familiar with, but instead a lovemaking I had imagined for years and years.

  This was what people did when they loved someone and wanted to be with them. I felt a tear start to fall down my cheek, but I quickly wiped it away. I was fucking crying while making love to a man! It was crazy to think that my emotions were going wild like that. Never in my entire life would I have thought I would have such an emotional reaction.

  To be honest, throughout my life, I couldn’t even remember liking a man as much as I liked Jackson. Sure, I had liked guys before, but not to the point that I wanted to do everything right and make sure they stuck around. I didn’t know what was coming over me, but it felt weird and unusual.

  As our bodies moved together, I felt the satisfaction of an orgasm developing. Jackson held onto my hips tight and pressed me down against his organ as his body also started to get close to release.

  Then, in perfect timing, his mouth found mine and I felt his body release. His thrusting sent my body over the edge and I moaned out louder than I had expected.

  “Oh, yes!” I vocalized as the strength of my orgasm surprised me.

  There was something primal about the emotions I was feeling and the release my body felt. Everything about our night was so new to me. Not that making love to a man was new, I had plenty of experience there. But making love to a man who I had some emotional connection to was something I hadn’t experienced to the same level as we had together.

  Jackson reached up and covered my mouth as an instant reaction to how loud I was. His hand over my mouth only served to drive my orgasm deeper and my feeling like screaming louder and louder.

  “Oh come on, you two! Go to sleep,” I heard Chase say from his room.

  Jackson and I laughed as we looked at the wall that separated our two rooms. I could only imagine him and Jordan in there listening to our night. It had to be the weirdest thing to hear people you knew screwing in the room next to you.

  “You’re going to have fun with Chase and Nate tomorrow.” I giggled.

  “They won’t let me live it down, I’m sure.”

  “Nate is really funny. I’m surprised he doesn’t have a wife. No offense, but Chase is kind of boring.”

  “Chase is boring,” Jackson agreed and laughed. “But he’s in charge of our father’s business and I guess that just requires a bit of boringness. Nate is on the road a lot. He’ll settle down when he stops taking contract work. He does have a nice cabin outside of Atlanta that he goes to on his off time. But there isn’t anyone around for miles, so I guess it’s hard for him to meet women when he’s home.”

  “Tell me about your other brothers. You have two more?” I asked as I cuddled next to Jackson again.

  “Yep, the oldest is George. He’s got two kids who are graduating from high school this year and next year. I doubt he’ll stay married after they’re gone. It’s not a happy marriage. Then there is our brother Jeremiah, he’s sort of famous.”

  I perked up at the idea that one of the Foster brothers was famous. So far, none of them struck me as the kind of guys who even liked to be around people. They were certainly all handsome enough to be famous, but they all chose jobs that kept them out of the public eye.

  Actually, Jackson and Nate’s jobs kept them so far out of the public eye that they were behind closed doors or hidden most of the time. They both worked to protect people and the lifestyles that people hired them to do. Nate was out in public, sort of, as when he protected people, he went with them. But he wasn’t visible in the sense that people actually realized he was there. Most of the information I knew about private security people was that they tried to hide in plain sight.

  Jackson certainly didn’t make himself visible, at all. He had been hiding away in Italy for the last few years and taking jobs that he could do mostly from his home. He seemed to thrive when he was away from people and not out in front of them. I couldn’t wait to meet Jeremiah and see what he was like.

  “Jeremiah Foster, I’ve never heard of him,” I said as I searched my memory for any celebrities with that name.

  “He goes by Jere Foster, he’s an action film guy. He did the last 007 movie.”

  “What? No! Oh my gosh, I remember seeing that advertised. That guy was super hot. He’s your brother? Wow.”

  I could hardly contain my excitement. Jere Foster was a huge hunk of a guy. I had briefly seen an interview with him and couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. He looked a little different than Jackson and Nate, probably more like Chase. But he was certainly ripped with the same muscular build as his other brothers and of course similar rugged good looks.

  “It’s shocking that we come from the same gene pool, I know,” Jackson joked.

  “I mean, I think you are pretty hot, as well. But he’s steamy man candy hot,” I teased.

  Jackson grabbed me and pressed me down onto the bed as he straddled me and held me in place. His large hand only needed to gently press on my wrist to keep them easily pinned above me and unable to more.

  “Steamy man candy hot, eh?”

  “Oh, yes. I bet there are women all over the world having wet dreams about him right now as we speak.”

  I couldn’t help but smile at the idea that Jackson had a brother who was as famous as Jere Foster. It was a really big deal. Even if Jackson didn’t think so, it was. Jackson was probably desensitized to it because Jere was his brother, but I was pretty damn excited to hopefully meet him some day.

  “He’s kind of full of himself,” Jackson said as he released me and got up from the bed to make his way to the bathroom. “Come shower.”

  It was like an order, but also a question. I did as he asked and followed him to the shower.

  Chapter Seventeen

  JACKSON

  It was clear that I wasn’t going to be able to resist Roxanne, not after the night we had just had. I decided to change tactics and instead of resisting, totally devour her. If we were only going to have our time in Miami, then I wanted to take that time and enjoy it. Yes, we would work, but oh, we would also play, as well.

  As she slid into the shower with me, I couldn’t help but imagine what life on the road would be like if I had her with me. It wasn’t something I had ever wondered since losing Rose. But it would be a much more enjoyable life if I could work with Roxanne by my side.

  We hadn’t talked about it at all, but I thought there was a possibility that we could make things last past Miami. Maybe she would decide to start over somewhere else, or maybe she would decide to come hang out with me on the road for a little bit. I could only hope that I could get her to come with me.

  “Come here,” I whispered as I pulled her naked body up next to mine.

  “I’m exhausted.” She smiled.

  “Me, too.”

  I pulled us both under the warm water and ran my fingers through her hair as it soaked in the moisture. She stood in perfection as the water drizzled down her body, and I couldn’t keep my body from reacting to the sight in f
ront of me.

  There was no need to make love again, though, I was truly just happy to have her there with me. To feel her body next to mine as we let the warm water pool around us, it was delightful. I could have stayed there in that shower with Roxanne for years.

  “You don’t look all that tired,” she teased as her hand wrapped around my cock and her lips pressed against mine.

  “Oh, I’m tired. But my body appreciates beauty when it sees it.”

  I leaned over and grabbed the shampoo and let a large pile of it fill my hands before I placed it in her hair and let my fingers massage her scalp. The moan that she emitted with similar to that of sex as her body arched back toward me to allow me full access to her head.

  Slowly, I let my fingers move around every inch of her scalp and I worked the shampoo through to the ends of her hair. It wasn’t anything I had ever done before, washing a woman’s hair for her. But it felt right in that moment. With Roxanne, almost anything felt right. I didn’t care what we were doing, I just liked being there with her and having her with me.

  “I’m going to want to keep you around after this night,” she said as she pressed her ass back against my raging hard member.

  “Oh, you like my head rubbing skills?”

  “I like all of your skills,” she said as she teased my cock with her ass.

  “Let me get this soap out of your hair,” I whispered as I pulled her head back onto my chest and let the warm water run down on both of us.

  My hands moved through her hair and then down to her body as I worked to rinse all of the soap off of her. But the more I moved my hands on her wet skin, the more I needed to feel myself inside of her again. I couldn’t believe my body wanted to go another round; it wasn’t like me at all to feel unsatisfied, especially after the long night we had already had.

  I didn’t exactly feel unsatisfied. I just couldn’t get enough of Roxanne. The moment we stopped making love, my body wanted more. My body wanted to be in bed making love to her non-stop. I felt like a teenager again, when your body just could come over and over again and there was no stopping it.

  When I had finished rinsing all of the shampoo from Roxanne’s hair and body, I pressed her gently forward. Her hands pressed against the wall for stability as I let my body slide into hers.

  Never could I have imagined we would have made love as much as we had that night. I wasn’t a spring chicken anymore, and I would normally have fallen asleep after one time with a woman. But everything was different with Roxanne. I wanted more time with her, I wanted to spend every moment we could together.

  The warm shower water rained down on us as I thrust inside of her. Slowly at first, then I picked up the speed. Her moans were quiet this time, low primal moans as my body pressed right up against her g-spot.

  “Let me make you come,” I whispered.

  My fingers moved around to play with her clit as I continued to thrust inside of her. Harder and harder, our bodies plunged against each other until I felt her movements slow down and her fingers try to find a grip against the wall.

  “Oh, fuck,” she moaned out as her body gave into another orgasm.

  This time, her legs were weak as I felt my body coming with hers. She leaned back against me and allowed me access to her breasts as our bodies completed their final thrusts of ecstasy.

  We were both exhausted and as we finished washing up, we made our way back to the bed. This time, we were intent on actually getting some sleep, though. I couldn’t remember when the last time was that either of us had slept through the whole night and that night wasn’t going to be the night of sleep we wanted, either. It was nearing the middle of the night, though, and if we could get our eyes closed soon, we could get a few hours of sleep.

  “I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” Roxanne teased.

  “It’s all right. You can stay here while we go out.”

  “I’m not coming with you?”

  “There’s no need to put you in danger, Roxanne.”

  I felt her pull away from me at my words. I knew she wanted to be the hero and help rescue Ana, but the truth was that I didn’t want her anywhere near Stephano again. If he saw her there, then he would know something was going on. But if we showed up with PJ and just sold her to them and tried to make friends, that would be our best bet.

  “Goodnight,” Roxanne said sweetly as she kissed me and tucked her body next to mine.

  “Goodnight, Roxanne.”

  I knew she wanted to help more with Ana’s case, but after she had been strangled, I just couldn’t risk having her anywhere near the drama that was about to unfold. We were going to be dealing directly with Stephano and none of us knew what he was thinking about Roxanne. She was too much of a wild card and would have to stay back at the hotel.

  She wasn’t going to like it and I felt her pull away from me as we talked. But Roxanne definitely wasn’t going to be anywhere near Stephano if I had anything to say about it.

  I made sure to set an alarm so I would be able to wake up in the morning. After the night we had just had, there was no way I was going to want to get out of bed when the sun rose. I was exhausted and I could tell Roxanne was, too.

  Typically, I didn’t have problems getting out of bed in the morning. In fact, I loved mornings. I liked to make a healthy breakfast or grab one when I was on the road. Often, I would workout before breakfast – and sometimes after. During this particular assignment, I hadn’t had much time for workouts, but I figured our night of sex had been plenty of exercise for the day.

  Sleeping with Roxanne had started to become a regular and comfortable thing. I didn’t care where her hands went now and instead I was able to sleep like a rock throughout the night. I liked having her in bed with me. It made me feel like life was normal. Not much about my life had been normal in the last few years, so I relished the idea that Roxanne and I might be able to put something together that seemed normal.

  When morning came, I certainly wasn’t rested because we had been up most of the night, but I felt ready to take on the day. I knew the day was going to be long, but that was all right. We had a plan and we were going to execute it like the professionals we were. At least I could count on Nate and PJ to do a great job.

  Both of them came from the same world I did. They knew what it took to deal with a situation like we were going into. I was confident if we worked together as a team, we would be successful when the day was done. And that was all that mattered – bringing Ana home safe and sound and letting Jordan take care of her.

  We needed to eat and meet up with Chase, Nate, and PJ. Roxanne could stay at the hotel with Jordan while the rest of us figured out a way to meet up with Stephano. If all went right, we could end up with Ana in our custody by the end of the day.

  “Hey, let’s go grab some breakfast,” I said as I tried to peel my eyes open after turning off my alarm.

  But as I turned over in the bed, I realized that Roxanne wasn’t there. It was her hotel room, so she had to be around somewhere. But my gut had that horrible feeling that it sometimes got, and I jumped up out of bed to check and see if she was in the bathroom.

  I knocked on the bathroom door, but when there was no answer there, I opened it up to look for her. Unfortunately, she was nowhere to be found. I looked around to see if I could find a note or anything from her and I didn’t see a thing. My stomach was in knots as I tried to figure out where she could have gone.

  Roxanne hadn’t been all that happy with me because I said she didn’t have to come with us to Stephano’s. Perhaps she had gone downstairs for breakfast without me, I thought as I got dressed and made my way back to my room.

  “Hey, have you seen Roxanne?” I asked Nate as I passed him in the hall.

  He was dressed and looked ready to take on the day. He had on a tacky-looking pair of pants and shiny shoes. He looked like one of the regulars on the Miami scene. It was a good touch since we were going to try and blend in that day. I certainly couldn’t have pulled off an outfi
t like that. I was actually pretty happy that Nate was the one who would be dealing with Stephano and not me. I couldn’t have worn that outfit without laughing.

  “You are leaving her room. I would guess she’s in there somewhere.” Nate laughed.

  “Nope, I think she went down to breakfast already.”

  “I’m on my way down there. I’ll keep here company,” he said with a wink.

  “For God sake, don’t make her uncomfortable. I’ll be down in ten minutes.”

  “I’ll make her really comfortable.”

  Nate knew just how to bug me when it came to women. I didn’t usually have someone around, but the times that I did, he made sure to drive me absolutely crazy. It had gotten him tackled on a few occasions when we were younger.

  I hurried and gathered my things in my room and made my way to breakfast downstairs only to find Nate, Chase, Jordan, and PJ all sitting there, but no Roxanne. The feeling in my stomach continued as I looked at the four of them and realized that she was not there. She wasn’t in her room and she wasn’t at breakfast. Where the hell could she be?

  “She’s not here, bro,” Nate said.

  “Who?” PJ asked.

  “Roxanne.”

  “Oh, she came and visited with me early this morning. Gave me some tips on dealing with Stephano. She was very helpful.”

  PJ looked horrible, but a good horrible. Jordan had worked on her hair and makeup, and PJ looked really damn close to what I imagined a woman who had been held captive would look like.

  Her cheeks were sunken in and her hair greasy. Even her collarbones appeared more prominent. After seeing her looking so put together the day before, it was hard to wrap my brain around how she looked as she sat there at breakfast.