BILLIONAIRE'S BABY PROJECT

by Mia Carson

  “Evie? What’s wrong?” he asked, cupping her face in his hands and lifting her face until she saw his eyes.

  A smile broke across her face. “Nothing,” she whispered. “Absolutely nothing, but you realize I’m a… This is my first time.”

  He grinned and kissed her hard and long as his hands slid to the hem of her sweatshirt. “I know. Do you trust me?”

  Evelyn stared deep into his eyes and lifted her arms up over her head. The smile fell from his face and she saw his jaw clench as he lifted her shirt up over her head, bringing her tank top up with it. He tossed them aside and cursed when his eyes left a burning trail down her chest. Gently, he caressed her sides until she shivered with want, but he paused until she nodded for him to keep going. His thumbs brushed the underside of her breasts before he cupped them completely. She pressed them, heavy with want, into his palms, the skin rough against her sensitive nipples, and she moaned, her eyes sliding closed at the sensation.

  His mouth captured hers hotly, and as he massaged her breasts, his tongue darted out along her lips as he kissed down her neck to her shoulder. Evelyn grew dizzy with desire and stretched her hands out on his hips, needing to hold onto something. He sucked on her earlobe, and she gasped as he chuckled into her neck.

  “I’ve been wanting this since the first day I saw you,” he growled.

  “Good, so I’m not the only one,” she replied on a moan as he lowered his head and sucked one nipple into the warmth of his mouth. “Jesus. Viktor.”

  His tongue swirled around the soft flesh and sucked hard on it, teasing her until she groaned and dug her nails into his hips. While his other hand held her hip to steady her on the brand new kitchen table that was certainly getting broken in, his free hand pressed against her back, keeping her close to his mouth and everything it did to her. Her legs spread wider of their own accord, and he pushed himself between until barely any space remained.

  Viktor grunted as he switched to the other breast, teasing that nipple until it was harder than Evelyn believed it ever could be. She ran her hands through his hair, needing to tug on his beard so his mouth was on hers again. Heat spread from her most intimate places, and she couldn’t stand it, consumed by the desperate hunger to be touched by him, to be possessed by this man who fell into her life by accident though it seemed meant to be.

  Viktor raised his head and kissed her, running his hands through her long strands of hair and murmuring against her lips. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he picked her up, carrying her down the short hall to her bedroom. Softly, he laid her on the mattress, following her down as he kissed her deeper, hungry for her in a way that made Evelyn’s toes curl. He shifted down her body, his tongue tracing patterns on her bare skin as her chest heaved and she tried to catch her breath.

  “Still okay?” he asked, leaving sweet kisses down her sides until she had goosebumps. “Evie?”

  “Perfect,” she whispered, reaching for him, wanting to tug on his beard and drag his mouth back to hers, but he chuckled and moved lower. She frowned, wondering what he was doing, when his fingers gripped her yoga pants.

  She sucked in a breath and he paused, but she told him she was fine. He waited another beat before he tugged them slowly down her legs, baring her to him like she’d never been to a man before, not after what had happened with her foster brother. She shifted, trying not to remember what had happened when she was little—but it had been bad for her to feel anything good. She earned a smack if she showed the slightest hint of being happy.

  Viktor stopped and raised himself over her. “Evelyn, look at me,” he said quietly, running his fingers down her cheek. “Evie.”

  Slowly, she glanced up at him. “Sorry.”

  He frowned, and a flash of anger—not at her, she knew, but at the bastard who’d hurt her—went through his eyes. “No,” he said, smoothing her hair from her forehead. “No, don’t you dare apologize for what that jackass did to you. This—what we’re doing now—this is for you. All for you. Don’t worry about me.”

  She nodded and took a deep breath to steady her nerves. His lips brushed against hers slowly at first then faster, hungrier as she returned the favor, holding him to her as close as she could.

  Viktor moved down her body again and freed her of her yoga pants. At least she’d thought to shave last night in the shower, and when he smoothed his rough palms up her legs, inch by painfully slow inch, she shifted into his touch. His hands glided across her legs and his mouth followed, kissing her ankle before moving languidly up her calf. When he reached the back of her knee, she gasped at the burst of desire curling even tighter inside of her. He chuckled, his breath hot against her bare legs, and she squirmed to be nearer.

  He moved further up and blew one warm breath against her panties. She frowned, not sure what would come next. His beard tickled her inner thighs, but he looped his fingers through her panties and tugged them down. Evelyn’s hands dug into the comforter as she closed her eyes and waited for panic to hit her. Except it didn’t, and she relaxed when she was completely naked before his heated gaze.

  Damn,” he whispered roughly, and she opened an eye. He was staring with hooded eyes at her lying bare in front of him.

  His fingers massaged the length of her legs, and gently, he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed while he rubbed his beard against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, one side and then the other until her insides twisted, coiling tighter around that burning center of want. Viktor’s hand was gentle as it reached her soft lips and ran along the length of them, sending shivers down her back. He kissed her again, so close to her center, and slipped a finger against the wetness there, rubbing against her clit.

  Intense waves of pleasure she never felt before ricocheted around her body, but she had little time to brace before he rubbed against it again and finally slipped a finger inside her. She sighed at being filled, her inner muscles clenching to hold him there as he dragged it out and plunged it back in, kissing and licking her clit simultaneously. He pulled it into his mouth and sucked hard. Evelyn cursed, her back arching off the bed, and he stretched her with those damn perfect fingers of his. She closed her eyes, and as if every touch of Viktor’s erased the past that continued to haunt her, the pleasure he gave her pushed the fearful past into the shadows until it was as if it never happened at all.

  His hand moved faster against her, and she moaned, shifting with each touch, and he sucked harder on her clit until she cried out his name. Viktor gripped her hips and pulled her even closer. His fingers slipped away as she shuddered from pleasure, but they were quickly replaced with his tongue and it started all over again.

  “Viktor,” she whispered, her eyes tightly closed as his tongue explored every last bit of her, teasing her lips and clit mercilessly as another orgasm built within her. She opened her eyes and glanced down to find him between her legs, his eyes glimmering with his own desire, smiling over her cries. His fingers twisted deep within her, and she gripped the comforter until her knuckles turned white, her back arching off the bed.

  He tore her apart in the most beautiful ways before piecing her back together, his kisses soothing her raw nerves as her body trembled against him.

  Evelyn stared at him through blurry eyes as her body tried to recover, her chest heaving and drawing his gaze with every breath. “That… that was incredible,” she whispered, laughing quietly.

  He grinned and reached for the button on his jeans. “It only gets better.”

  She sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed. “Wait, I want to.”

  His hands fell to his sides, and she reached out to undo the button on his jeans. When she pulled the zipper down, he sucked in a breath, and when her hand crept down into his boxers, seeking him, he groaned the second her hand closed around his throbbing length. It amazed her how hot and hard it felt beneath her touch.

  Wanting to see all of him, she tugged at his jeans, dragging them down over his hips and muscled thighs. Viktor took over and kicked them off
the rest of the way, giving her full view of his impressive form. She ran her hand down his length, grinning when his jaw clenched and his hands reached for her, his fingers running through her hair. She got to her knees on the bed and leaned against him, his hairs tickling her nipples while she brought his face down to hers. She took control of the kiss, which she had never felt comfortable doing before, letting her tongue slip into his mouth while her hand stayed tight around him, relishing the feel of him.

  When his hand slipped between her legs again, she gasped, an aftershock of pleasure rippling through her body. Carefully, he guided her backwards until she lay down, and he followed her, covering her body protectively with his broad frame.

  His knee spread her legs, and she let go of his face, gripping his shoulders instead. The burning hot tip of him pressed against her lips, and she scooted closer, wanting to take all of him deep within her. Viktor’s mouth slanted over hers, and he moved his hips, parting her delicately. Her muscles stretched to accommodate him as he pulled out slowly then pushed in further. The feeling wasn’t perfect, but one hand massaged her breast, tugging on her nipple, and each time he moved back within her, going deeper, he sucked on her lip, teasing her nipple until she hardly noticed.

  He pulled out again, and Evelyn told him to go all the way in. He frowned, holding himself above her. “Evie,” he said and hesitated.

  “I can take it,” she whispered and raised her hips to meet him.

  She didn’t think he would until he took her mouth hard and fast, thrusting all the way at the same time, filling her completely. The pain was sharp and quick, and she gasped as her whole body tensed.

  Viktor cursed and started to pull out, but she gripped his hips, stopping him. “No, I’m fine,” she promised and smiled, letting her body adjust to his size and the stretch. “God, this feels incredible.”

  He chuckled, his chest rumbling with the sound until she felt it, too. He pulled out and thrust back, filling her again and scooting them both across the bed. Her eyes wide as he rubbed her clit, Evelyn’s body tightened around him, and he grunted, moving faster within her as she saw the strain on his face from trying to hold back. She lifted her hips more, taking him in even further than before, and they both gasped.

  “I can’t… I can’t go slower,” he warned, his arms shaking.

  “Then don’t,” she whispered and gasped as he let go. “Oh God, Viktor.” She cried out, feeling him throb and swell within her as her own body shattered around him. Their heavy breathing mingled together as one. He held her close, driving into her until he collapsed, rolling to the side and taking her with him.

  “Are you alive?” he asked with a laugh, staring down at her with a grin.

  She nodded, curling into his chest as they separated. She shivered at the loss of him. “Everything’s tingly,” she murmured, wondering if the sensations would ever stop flowing over her body. “Damn, that was better than I ever dreamed it could be.”

  They stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, their hearts pounding together while their bodies slowly recovered. His fingers traced patterns on her back, and he kissed her forehead.

  “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked quietly, the words tinged with worry.

  “Nope. I mean, I’m sore but I’m pretty sure that’s normal. And,” she said, glancing down at her torso, “not a hive in sight.”

  His arms tightened securely around her. “Good, that’s good.”

  “You know what that means?” she asked, feeling more adventurous than she had in ages, her fingers walking up his chest until they found his beard. She tugged on it, dragging his face closer to hers so she could nip his lip. “How soon will you be ready for round two?”

  He growled, kissing her, and rolled them over until she straddled him. “As soon as you are, love, as soon as you are.”

  Chapter 13

  Viktor couldn’t take his eyes off Evelyn’s body as she hurried back into her bedroom and dove into the open covers he held up for her, laughing as she nearly took him off the other side of the bed. He pulled her close and kissed her fiercely, claiming her mouth as he had so many times that night.

  “I thought we were taking a drink break?” she gasped when he broke away, holding up the bottle of wine she’d snagged from the kitchen.

  He shrugged as she sat up and twisted open the bottle of wine. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, woman.”

  She grinned, took a swig, and handed him the bottle. “And it’s only my first night.”

  “Hell, it might as well count as mine too,” he said.

  “Why’s that? I know you said you gave up the playboy life, but I’m sure you’ve gone out with women, right?” When he shook his head, her eyes widened and he laughed. “How long has it been for you?”

  Viktor’s arm rested over his head as he leaned against the headboard. He never thought he’d be able to talk about his love life with anyone again, yet he was lying in bed with a woman who fascinated him to no end, frustrated him, and awoke long-dormant fires he never thought he’d experience again. He wasn’t sure what he should say, but words came out and he couldn’t stop them.

  “It’s been almost four years,” he whispered. “Four long years.”

  “Since you’ve dated anyone?” she asked surprised.

  He barked a laugh. “No—well, yeah—but since I’ve had sex.”

  She choked on her mouthful of wine, laughing with him when he leaned over and kissed the drops from her chin. “Seriously though? Four years? I mean, I know why I haven’t… you know,” she smirked, her gaze traveling down to the sheet covering him. “But why not you?” She set the wine down and leaned back beside him. “That girl did a number on you, didn’t she?”

  He nodded, not wanting to remember that night, but he had to tell Evelyn after everything she’d shared about her past. “It’s nothing, really, compared to what you dealt with,” he said quietly.

  “Everyone has their own issues,” she told him. “You can’t compare them.”

  “I guess you’re right. I was engaged once, a long time ago,” he said, glaring at the far wall. “I was happy, and I thought she was, too. We had plans for a wedding, kids not long after. I was going to have the family I always dreamed of.”

  The old pain welled up in him, and he grunted a curse, his chest aching until Evelyn’s hand reached out and held his tightly. He glanced down at them clasped together on the bed, then to her face, open and ready to listen to him. His brow furrowed, he continued the story, wondering why it was so easy for her to calm the storm raging inside of him.

  “I came home one night after a long day out in the yard, dirty, tired, excited to see her, but she wasn’t alone,” he muttered darkly. “I caught her in bed with a man she said was just her friend. He turned out to be a hell of a lot more than that.”

  He tugged hard on his beard, his other hand tightening around Evelyn’s. That night had been his low point, tossing the woman he loved and whom he thought loved him back out of his house and his life for good. Throwing away all his dreams with her. That night, he swore he’d never love again and knew he’d be lucky if he ever found a woman he trusted enough to consider having a child with. Except the plan had not been to wind up in bed with her, nor to wonder what life would be like without the contract hovering over their heads.

  Evelyn scooted closer across the bed and turned his face towards hers. “She broke your heart that night.”

  “Yeah, she did,” he admitted, taking her other hand in his. “I ran off for a few years, unable to face my future without her in it.”

  “But now you’ve got a plan,” she told him. “A way to have part of the future you wanted, right?”

  The words nearly tumbled out of his mouth, but he bit them back. He’d found more than just the woman he could trust to have his child, and as she stared at him, he wondered what the hell he was going to do about it. Evelyn was more than he ever hoped to find again, and he wanted to go to the kitchen, grab the contract, and rip it up
before her eyes. He wanted to do this right, but that lingering doubt nagged him in the back of his mind.

  What if he were wrong about her and he messed everything up for them both? You’re already in bed with her, he told himself. After years of swearing you’d never fall for another woman, look at what you’re doing.

  The truth sat right next to him, smiling curiously as he shifted on the bed and lifted her up onto his lap. He shifted the covers so he could feel her—all of her—against his body. She sighed as he sat up and kissed her, long and slow, letting his tongue dance with hers as he took his time with her mouth and his hands cupped her rear. She pressed herself against his chest, and he grunted. Was this even right, what they were doing? They’d known each other less than week, but he wanted to spend every waking minute with this woman who continued to amaze him.

  She got under his skin and made him tell her things he swore he’d never speak of again, made him feel passion long dead in his mind. As she kissed him hotly, moving her body so her nipples rubbed against his chest, he needed to claim her and convince her that she could be his. Should be his.

  Evelyn nipped his lip then soothed it with a kiss as she trailed her mouth lower down his neck to his collar bone. She slid down his body, pulling him lower with her until she held his hips and ran her cheek over his abs.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice rough as she moved lower still. “Evie.”

  The grin that crept across her face had him cursing, even more when those delicious lips he’d been savoring all night closed around his already hard length and sucked hard on the tip.

  “Jesus,” he groaned. “Damn it, woman.”

  “What?” she asked, laughing as she blew on him until he shivered. “I’m a fast learner.”

  “I see that.” His head fell back against the headboard with a dull thud, but he didn’t even feel it. Her lips moved against him until his hands clenched the sheets tightly, needing to touch her, feel her as she made his hips buck at her command. He growled and bent forward before he lost all control, picked her up, and when she was over him, plunged deep inside of her.