Special Delivery (The Billionaire's Baby Book 1)
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Mrs. H spoke from the doorway, “I have brought a tray, Ms. Johnson. And I wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier.”
Mandy felt her cheeks heat, “Please, do not worry about it.”
The older woman’s lips lifted, “No, I behaved poorly, and I am sorry.”
A broad smile broke across Elliot’s face, and he walked over to Mrs. H taking the tray of soup and sandwiches. He walked over to the little bistro table in the living area and set the tray down. Pulling out the chair, he motioned for Mandy to sit.
Mandy walked over and sat in the chair, “Thank you, Mrs. Herrington. This looks delicious.”
It was a peace offering, and they both knew it.
“Please, call me Mrs. H, dear.”
Mandy nodded and smiled as Elliot sat across from her.
He carefully removed the dishes from the tray and handed it back to Mrs. H, who nodded once and turned to leave. But she turned around again at the last moment.
“Please do not leave on my account, Child,” the older woman caught Mandy mid-bite. “I tend to be territorial about Mr. Brand.”
Mandy swallowed the bite, “He has a fine ally in you, Mrs. H.”
The older woman beamed and with one final nod left the room.
“You handled that with grace and dignity,” Elliot said quietly.
Mandy turned to him, “Perhaps I overreacted earlier. I am sorry as well.”
She went on to tell him about going to The Grind and learning of her sister’s husband’s infidelity. They talked for quite a while about a surprising number of topics. He learned that she liked to dance and loved swimming. There was an indoor pool that he offered her to use at any time.
They laughed about her doctor, Mr. Robert’s who was also Elliot’s friend having the same name as his butler. Elliot told her of a time when things had gotten very confusing when Dr. Robert’s had stayed with him while his house was being painted.
It was comfortable, and Mandy found that her belly was soon full, and her eyes were getting droopy.
Elliot stood and gathered the things back on the tray. Mandy looked at him in surprise.
“You don’t wait for the servants to clean up after you?”
His lips twitched, “I should do better. But if I remember, I do try to do my part. We are a family here, not just employer and employee. I hope that you reconsider being a part of that, Amanda.”
“Mandy,” she corrected and then flushed, “My friends call me Mandy.”
“And I am Elliot,” he said, his eyes never leaving her face.
“Elliot,” she said softly, and it pierced him right in the gut.
CHAPTER 8
“You took a PA? Why in the hell would you need a live-in PA?”
Nate had been Elliot’s best friend for as long as he could remember. And on days like this one, Elliot was sure it had been too long.
He ran a hand down his face and spoke quietly into his phone. Not that Mandy could possibly see him, she was swimming laps in the pool.
He had never in his life found pregnant women sexy. Sure, some beautiful women had babies. But he had never seen an expectant mother on the street and thought ‘man I’d like to hit that.’
Until her.
Mandy had been living in his home for four days. And in that amount of time, Elliot had to rub one out in the office and beat another two off in the shower. He felt like a little kid instead of the grown ass man that he knew himself to be.
“Look, Nate, I don’t want to talk about it. I just want you to spread the word before you, and the boys get here for poker tonight. I don’t want anyone hitting on her or making her feel uncomfortable.”
There was a long pause, some might call it a pregnant pause—but Elliot was rather sensitive to that word lately.
“Who the fuck, are you?”
Elliot wanted to kill Nate, but his questions continued, “Is this a joke? You are shitting me, right?”
“Nate, have you ever known me to joke around?” Elliot’s sounded dangerous even to his own ears.
More silence.
“No, you have a shitty sense of humor most of the time,” Nate replied like a man confident in his best friend status.
Elliot’s lips curved involuntarily, “Well, there you go.”
“Is she beautiful? Have you fallen for her? I can’t believe that Mrs. H let another woman move in on her turf. Hell, you don’t even bring girls home to fuck them, you get a hotel room.”
Elliot felt his cheeks flush, “Just do it, fuck-head, I will see you tonight.”
He hung up the phone just as Mandy started up the steps out of the pool. She was wearing a black bikini, and her belly was small and round. He felt an insane urge to touch it.
That’s when Elliot wondered if Nate might be right, perhaps he had lost his shit.
Mandy paused when she saw him, “Elliot! I am sorry, did you need me?”
Considering that Elliot was doing his damnedest to come up with things for her to do, he certainly wouldn’t be interrupting her free time with work. Hell, he had resorted to sending clean clothes to the cleaners.
Mrs. H had laughed so hard that Elliot worried she would have an aneurysm. Thankfully the older woman had suggested Mandy take on some of the human resource responsibilities that he struggled to find time for.
He had wanted to provide some kind of childcare at the site but hadn’t had the time to meet with Charles, the VP of Human Resources at Brand.
Since this type of benefit would be crucial to Mandy, it was a perfect fit. She was thrilled with the project, and Elliot was finally drawing a sigh of relief.
Dr. Robert’s had called to see how things were working out and Elliot found himself admitting the whole affair to his older friend. Dr. Robert’s had also laughed his ass off, telling Elliot that he had never expected the man to save her.
But Elliot knew every time he looked into those dark blue eyes, that there was something special about this girl. And so, he took the teasing in good fun.
Elliot gathered Mandy’s large fluffy towel and used it to cover his growing cock as he walked over to her and extended it to her.
“No, nothing like that,” Elliot cleared his throat of the huskiness. “Some guys are coming by tonight. It is my Thursday night poker group. You know Dr. Roberts, but my best friend Nate will be there as well as Zeke from accounting.”
Mandy wrapped the large towel around her body feeling like a whale in front of her handsome boss. The way his dark hair stood in sexy disarray she knew he had been running his fingers through it.
Her fingers it’s to touch the dark locks because she knew just how silky they were.
“Um, poker night sounds fun. Can I do anything to prepare for it?”
Her voice was higher than normal, and she hated that she couldn’t relax around Elliot. He had been nothing but generous and kind to her since the night he came to her parent’s home.
“Nah,” Elliot smiled, and Mandy’s heart skipped a beat. “We have everything covered. The guys will bring some cases of beer. I just didn’t want you to be alarmed. They should be here within the hour.”
Mandy paled, the last thing she wanted to do was meet a bunch of his friends in a bathing suit at nearly twenty-nine weeks pregnant.
“We need to go,” she grabbed his arm and slid into her flip-flops. Granted, she had only wanted to steady herself, and it had been an unconscious move.
But Elliot had stilled his gaze glued to where she was touching him.
Mandy pulled her fingers back as if she were burned, “I am so sorry.”
Elliot’s gaze lazily came up to meet hers, but the fire in his orbs was unmistakable.
“No harm was done,” he then placed his hand on the small of her back to walk her to the elevator back up to the penthouse floors.
Mandy could feel the heat of his hand through the thick terry cloth towel. Her core felt achy, and she was worried that the dampness growing between her legs was more from him than it was the pool.
The more verbal diarrhea that escaped her lips, the more she wanted to climb underneath the nearest lawn chair.
By the time they entered the elevator, she was praying for divine intervention.
He brought a finger up and placed it on her rambling lips.
His own were twitching traitorously, and his eyes were alight with humor.
“What did I say about my home since you arrived?”
Mandy swallowed a huge lump in her throat, “That I should consider it my own.”
Elliot nodded, “You will not hide away in your room unless that is what you want to do. But I am sure that Dr. Robert’s would love to say hello if you feel up to it.”
Mandy grumbled something about how he would be seeing her in less than a week, but Elliot ignored her.
“Mrs. H has her night off on Thursdays, so I usually order something in. What would you like to eat?”
Mandy immediately perked up, “Cheeseburgers! The big greasy ones with so many toppings that it gets all over the place. Oh! And fries! Spicy fries! No, no, not spicy. I threw those up a little while ago.”
Elliot laughed, “No, definitely not spicy.”
Mandy flushed, “I am sorry. You probably don’t want burgers. We can get whatever you want. I can cook if you would like?”
Elliot noticed that the bags under her eyes had started to lessen. But there was no way he would allow her to cook dinner after the long day they had just had and her swim.
“I love burgers,” he grinned, “The bigger, the better.”
“That’s what she said!” Mandy said cheerily, and the elevator dinged they had reached the top floors.
Then Mandy realized what she just said to her boss no less.
“Shit,” she breathed.
And then she felt even worse.
“I am sorry, I don’t know where that came from,” it came from hanging out with Kim and Freddy at The Grind, but he didn’t need to know that.
Elliot’s eyes twinkled, “It was funny. Surprising coming from you, and it was adorable the way you blushed. Do you know any other naughty jokes?”
A voice from across the apartment startled them both, “Yes, I do love a dirty joke.
“Fuck!”
This time it wasn’t Mandy swearing under her breath.
“You got here awfully fast, Nate,” Elliot stood a little closer to Mandy.
Nate raised one of his blonde brows and smiled that boy next door, cover model smile that had landed more than one girl into his bed.
Elliot wanted to kill him—with his bare hands.
CHAPTER 9
“Um,” Mandy tucked a long-wet strand behind her ear. She was acutely aware that this man had been there the night that she had first met Elliot.
Shay had been taken by his blonde gorgeousness and flirted with Nate most of the evening. Mandy wasn’t positive, but her friend may have gone home with him. He didn’t look like he recognized her, but his look was predatory all the same.
Mandy instinctively took a step closer to Elliot and Nate’s brows rose.
She lifted her chin, aware that she didn’t need to defend herself in front of Elliot’s friends.
Mandy turned to Elliot, “I am going to change, I will come out in a bit to say hello to Dr. Robert’s.”
Elliot stopped her with a burning hand on her elbow, “Before you go, let me introduce you to Nate. He is a bloody bastard, but also my best friend.”
Nate threw his head back and laughed in genuine amusement, “Ringing endorsement to be sure, mate!”
Mandy felt her lips twitch.
Elliot turned his hot gaze to her face, and she felt herself sinking just a little deeper under his spell.
“This is Mandy, my new personal assistant,” his voice was almost like a purr.
Mandy nodded to Nate, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I would love to talk further, but I am dripping all over the floor.”
Elliot’s eyes darkened as his hand on her arm squeezed a little tighter. It was only then that she realized the innuendo in her words. Color suffused her cheeks, but Elliot was too much of a gentleman to point it out.
Nate looked like he wanted to but held his tongue.
With a squeak, vaguely resembling goodbye, she raced over to her rooms and slammed the door. Her heart was pounding, and she still felt the spot he had been holding on her arm, like a brand.
His brand—Elliot Brand.
Shaking these thoughts away, Mandy peeled off her wet swimming suit and tossed the towel into the laundry. She turned on the water to the shower and then brushed her teeth before getting under the spray.
It felt amazing, and she moaned aloud. Her breasts were heavy. They had always been sensitive, but now that she was pregnant they almost hurt.
All she could see was Elliot’s face as he smiled at her. Mandy could hear the silky caress in his words every time he spoke to her. This was madness. She needed to get away. He was going to find out her secret.
Her fingers slipped down her body and sank between her shaved pussy lips. She was indeed wet, and it had nothing to do with her swim. Her erotic dreams hadn’t stopped when she had moved in with Elliot. They had only increased a hundredfold.
She stroked her pussy softly, imagining it was his fingers playing in her folds. He had touched her once, and it was exquisite. Her other hand played with her sensitive nipple, circling, and then teasing the point. She had always been proud of her breasts, and she knew that Elliot liked them.
He had made a point of telling her that over and over again the night they had shared together. When she was merely a masked stranger, and he was her secret lover.
Her rhythm increased, and she found herself opening her legs wider. Sinking her fingers deep into her core, she wished that it was his thick fingers or better yet his massive cock.
Mandy knew that this was foolish, but she couldn’t help herself. She found that every time she was alone, she wanted to touch herself. She desperately wanted him to touch her, but that could never happen.
Moans gathered in her throat, and she bit them off as her fingers danced in her pussy. Harder, and harder she rode her hand as she climbed closer and closer to the pinnacle of her desire. And then it burst, his name slipped from her lips as she crashed over the edge. Her body was becoming weak as it contracted with her massive orgasm.
And then she heard it, the quiet sound of the door closing to her rooms. Someone had heard her.
Shit
Fuck.
Hell.
Holy fucking hell.
MANDY HAD JUST WALKED away, and Elliot couldn’t peel his eyes away from her ass wrapped up in that silly towel. He needed to get her some more clothes and a swimsuit coverup.
When he turned, he saw Nate too was enjoying the show. It happened before he could even think. His fist balled up and he shoved Nate against the wall.
“Don’t you fucking look at her, speak to her, or breathe near her!” Elliot warned in a dangerous voice.
His best friend for nearly all of his life gaped at him. They had both grown up poor and crawled their way to the top. They had shared more than one woman over the years, and Elliot supposed that Nate had a small right to be surprised at his possessiveness.
But he didn’t give a damn—Mandy was his.
Nate held his hands up, “Fuck, Elliot. I get it, hands off.”
“Hands, eyes, thoughts, she doesn’t exist to you!” he shoved Nate harder against the wall and noticed when Nate winced as his head made a cracking sound.
“I swear it,” Nate breathed, “I swear that I will not look, touch or think about her. Fuck, man, all you needed to tell me was that you were in love with her.”
Elliot dropped h
im, “I am not in love with her.”
Nate stood wearily and massaged his throat, “Could have fooled me. I’ve known you a long time, mate. And I have never seen you like this.”
Elliot blew out a breath trying to steady his nerves, “I am going to check on her. Just don’t be a douchebag around Mandy. She is special.”
Nate nodded solemnly, “I keep my promises, you know that.”
Elliot did know that and nodded once before stepping away and walking the same path that Mandy had just taken.
He wanted to assure her that she was safe with him. That men like Nate, and sadly himself, wouldn’t bother her. He would protect Mandy and her baby. He knew that she had never had assurance like that before.
He heard the shower turn on as he knocked quietly and almost walked away. But the low moan that reached his ears had him slipping inside.
It was wrong, and he was the biggest Letcher on the planet, he told himself as he crossed the carpet to her bathroom door.
Another stifled moan had his cock at attention, and he peaked through the crack. Her body was turned sideways so that he could see her rounded belly and full breasts.
One of her hands was gently playing with her nipple as the other hand delved between her thighs.
Elliot was frozen in place. He had never seen anything so erotic in his life. No fake porn could ever capture the sweet innocence of this simple act. She wasn’t doing this for the show. Mandy needed the release and fuck if he didn’t as well.
Elliot carefully pulled his heavy cock free of his pants and wrapped a fist around it. Moving his hand to the rhythm of hers, he watched this beautiful creature climb to glory. The way her nipples hardened to diamond points had precum oozing from his dick and making his pleasure that much more intense.
He gripped himself harder wishing that it were her small hands wrapped around him. Her lips teasing his manhood or her pussy welcoming him in. He was close and prayed that she was as well. And then it happened, her mouth dropped open, and his name escaped from her lips.
Elliot barely stopped himself from shooting off all over her door. His cock as throbbing with need and wet with desire. But he had to leave, now before she realized what he had done. With a harsh grunt, he tucked himself back into his pants and then carefully left, shutting the door behind him.