Noah nods understandingly. “I’m really his father?”
“Yes,” I say. “Really.”
“Well,” says Noah. “That happens to work well with my plan…”
“What plan?”
Noah doesn’t say anything at first. Instead, he gets down on one knee, right here on the sidewalk.
The sun is shining down, and the trees are a perfect green, waving gently in the wind. No street has ever looked more peaceful, more exciting.
Noah fishes in his pocket for something.
He takes my hand, opens the box, and holds out a shimmering diamond ring.
“Noah!” I exclaim. “That’s gorgeous.”
“Hana,” says Noah. “I’ve been planning this… not for very long, but I’m sure in my heart that this is what I want to do. We’ve known each other for a long time, in some ways. And in other ways, we’re just getting to know each other. What I’m absolutely certain of is that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to continue to know you better, to learn more about you, all your beautiful little quirks that make you who you are. Hana, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”
“Oh my God!” I say, a tear of joy, surprise, and shock running down my cheek.
I don’t say anything for a moment. I’m that shocked.
Now I remember to speak.
“Yes!” I say. “Yes, of course!”
Noah slides the ring on my finger slowly, gazing up into my eyes.
I’m crying fully now, the tears streaming down my cheek.
Noah stands up, takes me by the hips, and pulls me close to him. Our mouths connect, open, a hot and passionate kiss nearly knocking the wind right out of me.
“You’re going to make me very happy,” says Noah. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Noah,” I say.
Epilogue
Hana
The weeks leading up to the wedding seem to come and go with the speed of a hurricane. Before we knew what had hit us, the wedding was upon us. It was intense, and I was more nervous than I’ve been about anything in my entire life. But it was that good type of nervous, where you know everything is going to go all right.
The wedding went off without a hitch. It was the best feeling of my entire life, standing up on that altar, gazing into Noah’s beautiful eyes.
We went on our honeymoon to Hawaii, intent on soaking up the rays on the beach, sipping cocktails by the ocean. In reality, we spent almost the entire trip in the gorgeous hotel room, making love on the bed. We joked that we were trying for our second secret baby. Although, of course, this one wouldn’t be a secret from anyone.
I still can’t get over how much anxiety I held over the James and Noah situation, and for so long. I was so used to holding this secret so close to my chest that I didn’t realize how much it was affecting me. Now, I go about my day with a clean conscience and my body actually feels lighter for it. I used to have this heavy kind of feeling. It was as if I was holding my breath for five years. Not literally, of course. Now I breathe freely.
Noah’s new book is doing even better than expected. It turns out that he doesn’t need a lot of television promotion to get his book into the hands of millions of people. He became something of an overnight sensation when a magazine ran an article about how he didn’t want to self-promote anymore. It turned out that people got more interested in him because he was turning down opportunities to go on TV shows to promote his work. The more he turned down, the more the interview offers came. And he turned them all down, so that he could spend time at home with me and James.
We’ve moved into a beautiful new house in the same town where we both grew up. The yard is large and full of big tress that give plenty of shade to the house in the summer.
“You boys ready for dinner yet?” I say, sticking my head out of the screen porch door.
“Just another ten minutes, Mom!” yells James.
He’s got a huge grin on his face.
Noah look at me and waves. The baseball mitt is on his hand.
He and James have been practicing a lot out in the yard. James wants to play baseball next year, and Noah is showing him the ropes. Although I think secretly Noah is hoping that James will follow in his footsteps and eventually play football.
It’s amazing how cute they look together. Just like father and son. They’re so much alike. I can see it now in the way they move, and especially in their faces, although everyone else says that James takes more after me.
I’ve got dinner ready by the time Noah and James come barging in from outside.
“Mitts outside,” I say. “And take your shoes off, both of you.”
They grumble politely, and I laugh.
“When will you boys learn that you make a mess every time.”
“We always help you clean it up, Mom,” says James.
“Yeah, Hana,” says Noah, slipping an arm around my shoulder. “Don’t we?”
“That’s true,” I say.
They’ve been great about getting the housework done. And when Noah does something, James wants to do the same thing. So even though he’s young, he’s always following Noah around doing chores, or at least trying to do them. It’s impossibly cute.
“I hope you boys are hungry,” I say. “Because I’ve made a ton of hamburgers. And French fries. Real ones.”
“French fries!” says James, almost shouting in excitement.
“That’s right,” I say. “But you have to eat your hamburger first, OK?”
“Sure, Mom,” says James, sitting down at the table all excited, ready to eat.
Noah helps me serve everything. The French fries are great. It’s the first time I’ve used the deep fryer that we just bought a couple weeks ago. They actually came out great, better than the ones they serve in restaurants.
After dinner, the three of us play a card game. Noah lets James win, and James couldn’t be happier.
“All right, buddy,” says Noah. “I think it’s time for bed.”
“Aw, come on. I want to play more.”
“You heard your dad, James,” I say.
“I’ll get the dishes,” says Noah. “Goodnight, James.”
“Goodnight, Dad,” says Noah.
“Come on, James,” I say, leading him up the stairs.
I get him into bed, making sure that he brushes his teeth.
“I don’t want to go to bed yet,” says James, as I pull the sheets and blanket up over him.
“But you look so sleepy, James,” I say. “Don’t you think you can go to bed? You can barely keep your eyes open.”
“Yeah,” says James, so sleepy that he barely pronounces the words. “Mom…”
“Yes, James?”
“I’m really happy you and Dad are together.”
“Me, too, James,” I say.
I smile to myself as I watch James fall softly asleep, ready to dream the night away with pleasant visions of baseball games and adventures on his bicycle.
I head back downstairs and find Noah just finishing up with the dishes.
He moves towards me and embraces me. I’ll never tire of the feeling of his solid body against mine, of him holding me tightly.
“James get to bed OK?” he says.
“Yeah,” I say. “That gives us a little free time, if you know what I mean.”
“I’m glad this house is entirely soundproof,” growls Noah, before kissing me deeply.
“Me too,” I say.
I still feel weak, like putty in his strong arms.
His hand cups my breast from below, and I moan as he kisses me on the nape of my neck, the soft and gentle portion of skin that’s so sensitive to touch.
“I’m going to take you on the couch,” growls Noah.
I rush over to the couch as Noah closes the door to the living room, locking the latch as he does so.
“It’s been too long,” growls Noah.
“It’s been less than a day,” I say. “Remember this morning?”
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�That’s what I’m talking about,” growls Noah, flashing me a grin, before kissing me passionately again.
I’ll never get tired of this, I think to myself.
Sometimes we go slow, creating long and passionate sessions.
But tonight it’s fast. We both want each other’s bodies too much. Simply too much.
Our clothes are coming off rapidly. I’m losing track of who’s taking off what.
The next thing I know, I’m shirtless, my shirt halfway across the room. Noah removes my bra with a simple motion, a single flick of his fingers.
My breasts come out, and Noah sucks on my erect nipples, cupping my breasts with his strong, powerful hands.
I’m at his crotch now, his pants off completely. His cock is thick and hard, a massive mighty shaft that I take between my lips. I tighten my mouth around it and let myself enjoy the girth and the might of his cock.
Noah groans as he starts thrusting into my mouth.
“I need you,” he growls at me.
He picks me up and places me on the couch, taking my naked, shining legs and holding them high in the air, hoisting them over his shoulders as he dives in, licking my pussy in a long, broad stroke. His finger enters me and he sucks on my clit, the pleasure overtaking me.
I’ve never felt closer to anyone. This is the most powerful sensation I’ve ever felt, and it’s not the orgasm rushing through me as I cry out. No, it’ something more than that, something deeper and even more powerful. And that’s love. True love.
Noah’s cock enters me, and I cry out.
“I love you,” growls Noah, as he pumps his cock in and out of me.
“I love you, too, Noah,” I say.
A second later, I cry out as the orgasm floods me.
Noah comes too, his cock pumping and pulsating inside of me. He keeps his cock buried inside me until every last drop has entered me.
“Here’s hoping for that second baby,” says Noah, chuckling.
“I have a good feeling about it,” I say, before Noah kisses me.
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Billionaire Boss’s Baby
A Secret Baby Romance
John
“There’s another woman here to see you, Mr. Clark,” says my secretary Carla, a busty woman with her thick long hair up in a tight bun. She wears a skirt that goes below her knees, but is tight enough to showcase her ample ass.
“Send her in,” I say.
“Very well, sir,” says Carla, turning around. She’s about to close my office door behind her.
“Oh, Carla,” I say, with a casual wave of my hand. “What’s this one here for?”
“A job, I believe, sir,” says Carla, finally leaving the room.
Another new hire? I’ve honestly started to lose track of all the new hires. Ever since I got Johnson to start sending me potential recruits, it’s felt like I’ve been enveloped inside a whirlwind of business.
“Knock, knock?” says a woman, standing in the door. She’s already opened the door, and she’s just making a knocking motion with her hand.
“Come on in,” I say, waving her in.
I put my feet up on the desk and lean back in my chair. I notice that when she comes in, she takes a careful and wide-eyed look around the office.
“Thanks for meeting with me, Mr. Clark,” she says.
“Have a seat,” I say, gesturing to the chair in front of the desk. “And remind me of your name again.”
She arranges her skirt carefully as she sits down, crossing her shapely legs in front of her. I catch a glimpse of her busty breasts, and I feel a twang of something deep inside me. She’s dressed conservatively in formal business attire that’s appropriate for an office, but she can’t conceal what’s obviously an incredibly sexy body, with curves in all the right places.
“My name’s Sarah Duphry,” she says. Her voice is soft and sweet, and honestly it gives me a hard on when she talks. I know that from where she’s sitting, though, she can’t see my crotch, which is good, since I’m not exactly small, if you know what I mean, and the fabric on these suit pants is very thin and does little to hide a growing bulge.
“Nice to meet you, Sarah,” I say. “What can I do for you today? There are honestly so many people coming in for jobs that I can’t keep track of who is who. One of my guys sets up the interviews for me.”
“Oh,” says Sarah, looking a little flustered. “Well, first, Mr. Clark, I want to say that I think it’s a really interesting way you run your company.”
“What do you mean?” I say, putting my hands behind my head, interlocking my fingers, and taking an even harder look at this beautiful creature sitting in front of me.
“Well, it’s admirable how you interview all your potential employees, regardless of the position.”
I nod. “I see,” I say. “And what position are you applying for, Sarah?”
“Oh,” she says, somewhat shyly, looking down at the ground. “Just a cleaning position.”
I’m shocked. She’s dressed so professionally. She looks better than my current secretary. I figure she’d have been to all the finest schools, judging by her way of speaking, her manners…just everything.
“Oh,” I say. “I see.”
I want to say a lot more, but I really can’t, since there are lawsuits around every corner, after all. Even when you’ve got your own business and you’re literally a billionaire, you still have to watch out for what you say, since it could cost you a lot of money.
“It’s a long story,” says Sarah, probably sensing part of my reaction. Maybe she realizes she doesn’t belong in a cleaning role really.
I think for a moment before speaking. “There’s nothing wrong with being a cleaner,” I say. “Everyone’s got to start somewhere, after all. I mean, hell, I started out literally delivering newspapers door to door, and look where I am now.”
Sara nods. Wow, does she look gorgeous. “I’ve read some interviews with you,” she says. “You have a very unusual way of running a business.”
I nod. “Some people call me eccentric. But, hell, I’m just what I am. Anyway, you’re hired. You can arrange everything with my secretary. I like the cut of your jib, so to speak. You’ve got the job.”
“Oh, Mr. Clark,” she says, rising from her seat and beaming. “Thank you so much! This really made my day. You don’t know how much this means to me.”
She’s leaning in with her big breasts to hug me across the table. My cock’s aching and hard, so I don’t think that’d be a good idea. Plus, you’ve got to watch out for lawsuits.
“Sorry,” I say. “No hugs at work. You know how those lawyers are.”
She frowns slightly, but then smiles quickly again. “I understand,” she says.
I watch her plump and sexy ass as she leaves through the door.
Wow, I think to myself. That’s a shame she’s going to be cleaning. I doubt I’ll even get to see much of her. And now that she works for me, the chances of hooking up with her…well, let’s just say it’s a hell of a lot more dangerous.
Well, she may be the hottest woman I’ve ever seen, but it’s not like I’m working with any shortage of women. In fact, I had two dates last night. Yup, two. That’s how I roll. I don’t mess around, and I always go big.
I look around at my luxurious office for a couple moments. My erection, meanwhile is fading.
I suddenly realize that the office is wearing me down. I really don’t want to be here right now. And, hey, I’m the boss so I can do whatever I want.
“I’m taking off for the day,” I say, to Carla, as I walk briskly past her.
“But, Mr. Clark, there’s still… I need to tell you…”
“I’ll worry about it tomorrow,” I say, cutting her off.
I’m already inside the elevator. Carla’s rushing up to get into the elevator with me, since evidently she has something very important she wants to tell me, but the elevator door closes before she can step inside. I chuckle to myself as the elev
ator heads down to the parking garage below the lobby.
You don’t get to be a billionaire while thinking and acting conventionally, I think to myself. No, you can’t act like everyone else unless you want the results that everyone else has. And I certainly didn’t want what everyone else had. I wanted more, and I got more.
I pull out my phone, which is a special advanced prototype. My friend is a CEO at Gellson phones, and he got me one of the new not-yet-released models for me to try out. The dating APP opens itself automatically, since the phone knows what I am normally looking at this time of the day. It’s just pictures of beautiful women, most of them models. All I have to do is swipe left or swipe right. The women obviously already swiped right for me. They all like me and want me.
I take only a second to look at me. Sure, they’re all incredibly hot and gorgeous. But they’re just not doing it for me right now. Somehow I’m getting bored of my lifestyle—it’s just too much and too often. It’s the same thing over and over again. There’s never anything new. The women just want my money. They want me to take them to fancy dinners and buy them fancy cars and nothing more. They don’t want to know me for who I am.
The elevator beeps at me. I’ve reached the garage floor, and the doors slide open. My gleaming sports car awaits me as I step off, but I’m in the mood for something more dangerous today. Today, I’m taking the motorcycle. Or, should say, one of the motorcycles.
It’s waiting here for me, in a line with the others. It’s a 1200 CC sports bike that could practically break the land speed record, provided it was a little more souped up. This thing has been fully customized, and it was wickedly expensive to begin with.
Without bothering with a helmet, or with motorcycle gear, I slide my leg over the motorcycle, as if I’m a cowboy mounting a horse in the old days. The key’s in he ignition, and soon the motorcycles is roaring to life. Smoke is billowing around me, and the roar of the engine echoes across the halls of the parking garage.
In a moment, I’m speeding through the entrance, where I give the parking attendant a mock salute. Now, I’m out on the open New York City streets, dodging through traffic. The wind is in my hair, and it feels wonderful.
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