Irish Billionaire's Unwanted Black Baby (BWWM Romance)

by Ciara Cole

  The DJ had just spun a string of pumping top hits, and then came a song that really lit Gabrielle’s eyes up. Even before she could say anything, Adam held out his palm and moments later, Gabrielle was on her feet, moving along with him, hand in hand. She didn’t even want to think how easy it was for her to obey him. Just how willing and compliant was she intending to be tonight?

  The dance floor wasn’t that bad at all, actually. And Gabrielle wasn’t that bad a dancer, but she wouldn’t win any trophies for her moves either. But none of that mattered right then. The ambience around them was potent with adrenalin.

  The lights on the floor were designed in midnight constellations, casting shadows and colors over the crowd. Their bodies drew together almost naturally, and she caught his dark, decadent scent. Deep between her inner thighs was a steady thrum, matching the deep, full bass of the music. The song seemed made just for them, and just for sex.

  Adam rested his hands possessively on her hips and pulled her against him, closing that last tiny inch between them. Their bodies fitted together like perfect puzzle pieces, his face nuzzling at her throat as he guided her to move with him. Slowly, Gabrielle wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and danced with her handsome stranger on the stardust floor.

  Nothing existed but the music and Adam. The urgent tempo grew louder and more intense, inviting not foreplay but passion. It growled inside her like something living, bringing forth the sexual firestorm within. Gabrielle didn’t even notice the daring aerialist coiling and dancing from the ceiling above them, and centered her whole awareness on Adam. His scent, his heat, his danger. How easily he radiated power and sex. She felt drugged by him.

  His breath brushed the side of her neck. Pleasurable tingles danced on that portion of her skin, and her eyes squeezed shut. She didn’t know how he made her body move the way it did. Sultry, rocking glides of her hips and waist, still tempered by the hard hold of his hands on them.

  “Can you feel it?” Adam’s husky words rumbled inside her ear. Her knees almost buckled simply from the sound of his voice. Even her clit seemed to pulse with excitement and red-hot lust.

  She couldn’t even pretend not to know what he meant. Her whole body screamed for him, and she felt the answering surge of his desire. When he lifted his head and compelled her gaze to meet his, she couldn’t conceal the sudden flash of fear of the unknown dancing across her face.

  “Gabrielle,” he growled.

  He demanded an answer, those jade green eyes seeming to pierce right through her.

  “Yes, I can feel it,” she finally breathed. “I don’t know what it is. But I like it.” Her hand moved from his shoulder to rest on his chest. Her palm slid beneath his suit and along the hard muscle of his chest covered in expensive silk. Her insides turned gooey, helplessly dizzy and wet with desire. His maleness was an intoxicating blend that clouded her brain, making her hungry to taste, bite and suck him from head to toe. It was crazy.

  He was touching her, too. Those big hands skimmed along the curve of her slender waistline, over generously flared hips and then up and down her shivery spine. He set her on fire with his delicious caresses. Tugging her even tighter in his embrace, he made her feel his hardness for her. In turn, her nipples twinged painfully through her clothes as they rubbed against his shirted chest. They might as well have been naked with the way their bodies responded to each other.

  “Your scent drives me crazy,” he rasped, nuzzling her neck. “Just like everything else about you.”

  “You drive me crazy, too.”

  Her artless words slipped out before Gabrielle could stop them. But she was glad she’d voiced them when he swore underneath his breath. His fingers dug deeper into the skin of her back, those tempting lips grazing her earlobe as he said, “I don’t want to stop touching you. Tell me you want more.”

  “You mean…” Gabrielle’s words cut off. Her heart pounded with that ever-present cocktail of fear and excitement. Tonight wasn’t about romance. It was about rolling high, making bad choices and deciding not to regret any of it later.

  Two different voices waged within her. One voice said, This is so wrong, I don’t even know this guy. The other voice argued, I don’t care. He’s incredible.

  But the sensible voice won, and Gabrielle pushed away from Adam. “I can’t,” she said breathlessly, and then spun away in a blind dash through the crowd.

  When Gabrielle reached the ladies’ room, she couldn’t even remember how she got there so fast. She swung open the door and ran inside like it was her safe haven. She headed straight for the sink, glad the place was empty and blessedly quiet. The bathroom was bright and stark, and clean, and just as elegant as the rest of the club. Gabrielle stared at her reflection under the white light and seemed to see herself for the first time.

  Still trying to catch her breath, she berated herself for being such an idiot. Why had she done that, running off like a shocked virgin? She closed her eyes against the stranger she viewed in the mirror, all wild eyes, and skin glowing with that rush of adrenalin and endorphins. Her excitement for Adam overwhelmed her, and maybe that’s what had sent her fleeing like that.

  She could still feel his warm breath caressing her skin, and his hard, athletic body moving against hers. His deep, authoritative voice played over and over in her head, telling her words that made her go wet. Everything about him excited her, much more than any man had in months. It wasn’t just his physical appearance, but most of all just the way he looked at her.

  She could imagine the wicked things he wanted to do to her just from the look in those gold-flecked green eyes.

  Gabrielle shook her head of the thick mist of lust still clouding her senses. A man like Adam was too dangerous – even if just for that fleeting escapade of near-anonymous sex. Finally gathering her thoughts, she decided to come out of hiding. Time she went home and forgot any crazy ideas like…

  She opened the door and there he was, leaning against the opposite wall.

  Chapter Three

  At first, Adam had debated whether to make pursuit. When it came to sex, he could have his pick of anyone he desired. He didn’t even have to make the effort, as beauties of every nationality threw themselves at him. But this honey-skinned temptress with the doe eyes stirred his blood like a fever and was definitely worth the chase.

  She looked startled by his presence, but there was something else there on her face. Relief, an inner acceptance? Adam wasn’t about to take the chance of drawing this out much further. He could sweep her off to any of his nearby penthouse locations, but he wasn’t fooled by the fragile surrender in her eyes. She wouldn’t be getting any more chances of escape or second-guessing.

  He moved forward a step, and she backed away. “What are you doing?” she burst out.

  He closed the space between them, and she leaned back till she felt the solid presence of the wall. He propped his hands on either side of her head, caging her in and making her squirm. Not speaking, he stared into her eyes, and her skittishness settled as she waited, panting.

  “I’m not through with you yet,” he rasped, leaning in closer and flashing a half smile.

  He wasn’t even touching her, yet Gabrielle’s heart raced faster, his closeness as stimulating as ever. That glint of a smile took her mind to forbidden places and made her frightened of what that sinfully gorgeous smile could tempt her to do.

  “I couldn’t let you go without a taste. You’ve got me curious, Gabrielle. And deep down, I know you’re curious, too.”

  Gabrielle stared into his eyes and couldn’t look away. The way he said her name always made her quiver. His words rang true, and she knew that neither of them could deny what was happening. The sexual tension was too powerful and yet it could be nothing at all. It would only take one taste to know once and for all.

  So when he lowered to plant his lips over hers, she didn’t protest. That first lingering kiss was sweet and warm, lighting her up in steady sparks. In moments, it flared into a combustible charge
of heat that consumed her from the inside out. Letting out a moan, she gripped his shoulders and kissed him back with answering passion.

  He was the one who broke away, only to kiss her neck and groan as she shuddered against his unrelenting frame. A sound of heels and chattering female voices came and before the advancing figures could emerge from around the corner and see them, he took her hand and gently led her the other way, down the hallway to the men’s restroom.

  Her fingers quivered trustingly in his. His hand was so warm, and when he glanced back at her for a moment as they reached the door of the men’s room, Gabrielle could only nod her assent. A gleam of approval lit his gaze before he drew them both inside. The environs were as brightly spotless and refined as the ladies’ room, the one difference being the urinals right outside the stalls.

  Gabrielle stumbled slightly, and he whipped around to capture her in his arms. Using the force of his body, he pressed her against the shut door. Up until now, he’d been gentle, but now he gripped both her wrists in one hand and held them above her head, while his other hand wrapped around her throat. Gabrielle’s heart pounded sickeningly with desire at the sense of being so easily overpowered. Though there was nothing threatening at all in his demeanor, she still felt that scintillating rush of apprehension.

  With predatory grace, his head descended till his lips poised close to hers. “I’ll be honest. I wanted you the second I saw you. I walked in and everything about you seemed to take up the whole room. Then when you turned and looked at me that first time, the look in your eyes…”

  Gabrielle shuddered as she relived the thrill of that moment. She hadn’t known she’d been so easy to read, and that he could tell even then that she wanted him. To think he’d noticed her first and she hadn’t even known made her want to smile like a giddy schoolgirl.

  “Everything since then has led us up to this point and I see only one option, Gabrielle, and that’s to take this to the next level. Should we?” he mused, hooded eyes watching as Gabrielle bit hard into her bottom lip.

  A thrill tingled through her at the heat in his eyes as they fastened on her mouth. “Should we?” she echoed, her eyes dancing with bold challenge.

  He made her feel beautiful, confident, while at the same time vulnerable and delicate. No other man had ever served up just the right combination to make her so pliant, wet and raring to be claimed by him. Though she’d sensed that pushing him to the edge would be dangerous, she didn’t expect the way he responded to her daring words.

  Instantly, he crushed her mouth with his while his grasp on her throat tightened a fraction. Gabrielle gasped for a moment in shock but quickly opened her mouth to receive his invading tongue.

  He dominated the kiss, moving his lips against her mouth with a feral hunger that made her panties feel like they’d caught fire. Everything melted away except for the way their tongues mated, Gabrielle following his lead and letting his hunger drive hers to a fever point.

  He kissed her like he could never get enough. And made Gabrielle want more, need more. She knew this was insane, that they were both drunk as fuck and about to disregard the danger of getting caught, but she couldn’t stop this, stop him.

  Never breaking the kiss, he shifted them from the door and walked them into one of the near stalls. Once inside, the passion between them seemed more atomic for being enclosed in such small confines.

  Gabrielle was breathless when he tore his mouth from hers. The look of hard lust on his face was almost angry and made her quake in arousal. He said, “Turn around and spread your legs.”

  She didn’t even think to question him. She turned to face the commode, gripping the edges as her high-heeled feet shifted apart. She heard the clink of a belt buckle, the rasp of a zipper, and her heart flew to her mouth. Adam kicked her legs even wider apart and pushed up the hem of her dress to her waist. His thumb hitched into her panties and edged them to the side. Then to her shock, he shoved his member inside her hard and deep in one fast, hot stroke.

  Her vision splintered as she felt his thick, hard length pulse inside her. Never had she felt anything harder, bigger and more rigorous embedded so deep. She was gasping for air, shaking her head to clear the black spots of pleasure-pain. His hands reached around to hunt her breasts from beneath her dipping neckline and bodice. Still not moving inside her, his member pulsed and her walls stretched, while he clamped his fingers around her nipples and squeezed.

  “Adam,” she managed in a strangled scream.

  “You want it?” he whispered in a low, gruff voice against her ear. She didn’t think it was possible, but with a push of his hips, he sank even deeper. With his hands gripping her breasts, he pulled her harder into his groin. She loved how he filled her…how he felt inside her. Her vagina constricted on his member, telling him without words what he needed to know.

  Not that Gabrielle believed he was ever in any doubt. Pulling out to just the rim of her sex, he slammed back inside, filling her again. His fingers dug into her naked breasts, and Gabrielle’s head fell back against his shoulder in ecstasy. Their breath moved quickly together in pace with the sudden barrage of thrusts he began to drill into her with exacting force.

  Gabrielle had never been taken like this, with such physicality and aggression. She loved it. The rough caresses biting into her flesh, the fierce pounding against her ass as his athletic hips pumped into her with rampant rhythm. Her hips moved in total accord, circling and pushing back to meet his strokes.

  “Fuck,” Adam groaned. “Tight. Wet. Hot. Fuck!” He slammed into her harder and faster.

  If she could catch a breath, Gabrielle would have giggled at his words. Bringing a lover to the point of one-syllable speech was indeed a new feat. But she wasn’t in any better shape, considering gibberish was all she could manage right then herself. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe; tension coiled tight in her belly, seeking to be released soon or she’d implode.

  Adam’s hand grabbed her firm ass cheek, kneading into her flesh, as with his other hand he turned her face around to meet his lips in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. That’s how he made her come…with their tongues wrestling in the open and his hips angled in perfect aim to hit her g-spot in those last, several battering strokes that spelled her first ever introduction to pure nirvana.

  For those moments, her brain blanked out everything she’d ever known, even her own name. Buried to the hilt inside her, Adam roared in release as her molten wetness made home for his seed pelting deep into her core.

  Several earth-stabilizing seconds passed and then with a long, deep groan Adam drew out of her and turned her around on her shaky legs. Thankfully, he was quick to draw her up easily and seat her atop the commode, her back resting against the wall.

  “God, you’re incredible,” he said as he kissed her lips, her throat and then down to her breasts. He cupped them in his hands and licked on each chocolate nugget tip. Gabrielle moaned, arching her back and offering herself up more to him. He greedily sucked on her nipples, his hands manipulating her breasts so roughly that they ached so good. She was shocked by his ardor, considering it was just moments since their rapturous orgasm.

  Even more shocking was the way her body came alive again for him, swollen folds eagerly receptive as Adam, incredibly, thrust into her again with his already turgid member. How could he possibly feel even bigger and harder than before? Gabrielle’s eyes and lips were wide with shocked lust as she stared into his face. Their eyes locked while he plunged into her welcoming heat over and over, unrelenting in his need for more of her.

  His hard thrusts almost pounded her into the wall behind her. This devil man, thought Gabrielle in a daze, seemed set to take her on a ride her vagina would definitely not soon forget.

  She almost wept when he tugged his mouth off her breast, but it was to pull back enough so he could look down between them at her sex. He reached down and pressed his thumb against her clit as he watched his ivory staff bore into her mocha folds. She wasn’t sure she could take much more
of his punishing momentum, but that thumb stroking on her clitoris afforded a perfect balance of sweetness to his raw, demanding thrusts.

  Watching her face, he applied pressure to her hooded button, seeing ecstasy ripple over her features and resound within her walls wrapped so tightly around him. This time was as hard, fast and thorough as the first, and just as explosive in its culmination – heralded first by Gabrielle, who came with jolting spasms hitting her spine.

  Taking her face to face proved to be his undoing. Seeing her unravel for him sent Adam blasting into his orgasm with rocket-launcher force.

  Minutes later, as they straightened their clothes, Gabrielle’s senses cleared of what had to be an alcohol-induced mist. What have we done?

  Much, much later, Gabrielle would try to piece together the memories of what happened next.

  How she tried to push past Adam, saying she had to get back before her friend Ayana started to worry. But then had Adam asked for her number? She just might have given it to him, she realized. Days later, she looked in her purse and saw where she’d tucked the card he’d handed to her. Without bothering to look over the details printed there, Gabrielle quickly ripped the card to tiny pieces. She knew better than to be tempted to even think of seeing Adam again…

  Chapter Four

  Gabrielle was all nerves as she stared up at the ominous building before her. This was her last chance to just turn around and go home, said the quaking voice within her.

  But she needed this job. It all seemed too good to be true and yet, she wanted this chance. So with a deep breath, she walked into the magnificent edifice and soon made her way high up to the glossy offices of A.B. Financial.

  What if I don’t get this job? Even as she fretted, she decided that no way she’d take no for an answer. She walked out of the elevator and went straight up to the receptionist desk.