Knocked Up on Valentine's Day: A Single Dad Billionaire Romance

by Amy Brent

  L was going to be a wonderful father, and I was going to have a front-row seat to the lifelong show.

  By the time he peeled every single article of clothing from my body, I was dripping for him. Every single time he bypassed my stomach he would plant a kiss there. It was as if he was wishing our growing child sweet dreams while my body worked to create for him something he wasn’t sure was real yet.

  So, I grasped his hair and pulled him up to me before I crashed my lips onto his.

  “Yes, I really am pregnant,” I murmured into his lips.

  One by one, his pieces of clothing fell to the floor. My fingertips felt along the dips and valleys of the muscles I had come to memorize, and all of a sudden my mind shifted into autopilot. My hips rolled into his while his cock dripped onto the inside of my thigh, and my body yielded for him just as it always had.

  Just as my heart eventually had.

  “You’re gonna be a wonderful mother,” he said into my ear.

  “I’m gonna get fat,” I said, giggling.

  “And I will kiss, and lick, and suck, and memorize every single part of you that changes.”

  “What if I get stretch marks here?” I asked, rubbing my hand along my thighs.

  “Then, I’ll kiss them every night before I go to bed,” he said as his lips traveled along my skin.

  “What if I get them here?” I asked, running my fingertips along my breasts.

  “Then, I’ll spend every single night tracing their outlines with my tongue,” he said, his fingertips dancing along my nipples.

  “What if I get them here?” I whispered as I fluttered my hand down the inside of my thigh.

  “Then,” he said as his kisses fell between my legs, “I’ll spend every waking moment loving them the way I love you.”

  I felt his tongue part my pussy lips and it transported me back to Finland. Back to the first time I’d ever seen his body in that steaming sauna room in that hotel. It ripped me back to the first time I’d ever thrown myself at him, crashing my lips into his as his body yielded before his mind shut him off.

  His tongue rolled over my clit, causing me to buck into him. Yielding to him the way he wanted to yield to me that night.

  “I love you,” I said breathlessly as my hands found his hair. “Oh fuck, I love you.”

  He hummed in glorious retreat before I felt his fingers slide into me, and the tremble that began at my knees shivered my entire body. I could feel my soul opening up to him. I could feel it splitting my body in half, offering to him my heart and soul. My legs shook with every flick of his tongue and my pussy fluttered around his fingers as he crooked them inside of me.

  His tongue caressed every part of my pussy. He wasn’t drinking me down or swallowing me whole. He was simply feeling my body against his face. Memorizing my every movements.

  Taking in the moment on the off-chance it ended.

  “I’m so close. I’m so close. Oh, Ellison. Yes, baby. Please don’t stop.”

  I rolled into his face one last time before my body shook with pleasure. My muscles contracted and my legs locked him in, pulling him deeper into my body as he smiled with wicked pride. My hands tugged at his hair while his tongue pressed deeper into me, and soon all I could do was heave the precious air of his home into my lungs as I recuperated from his ministrations.

  The whole night long was spent like that. He rolled me on top of him so he could watch my bosom bounce. He rolled me over and plunged his dick into my depths just to make my ass bounce upon his pelvis. His balls smacked my clit, throwing me over the edge while he pressed wet kisses all along my spine.

  I was now a panting mess as I laid on my side in his bed.

  “Lift your leg,” he whispered into my ear.

  I felt his hand guide my leg over his body before his massive cock slid into my swollen, aching depths. Sweat had drenched the bed and I could feel his muscles twitching with exhaustion, but neither of us cared. We were free from the confines we had imposed upon ourselves, and my reservations about calling his name to the heavens disappeared. My throat was hoarse from all the moaning I’d done, allowing his name to drip from my lips with every orgasm he wrenched from my body.

  And now, it was his turn to call out mine.

  He set a steady pace, jostling neither of us as his hand laid spread across my stomach. I could feel him protecting us, even now. In the most vulnerable state he would ever have me in—where my body could no longer move or fight alongside him—he was holding the two things he loved most dear, directly in the palm of his hand.

  “You are—the best thing—that has ever—ever happened to me,” he said, breathlessly.

  I felt him pick up his pace, sheathing himself time and time again into my growing wetness as we dripped our sweat onto his bed. His pelvis snapped against my ass while his dick filled me to the brim, and I moaned as his thrusting began to stutter.

  “You are so perfect,” I heard him whisper.

  I found the strength to buck back into him one last time before he stilled his motions. He sucked a patch of skin on my neck between his teeth while his dick throbbed deep within my body, pumping me full of the very same cum that was responsible for the child my body held. When he was done, we simply laid there—his arms holding me close while his heartbeat pounded into my back.

  The familiar sensation of our juices dripping down my thighs caused a smile to break forth before I slowly turned myself around in his arms.

  “What will we do now?” I asked breathlessly.

  “About what?” he asked.

  “Work.”

  “Well, a meeting will obviously have to be held,” he said.

  “You know I won’t be upset if you fire me, right?” I asked.

  “Oh, you’re not going anywhere. You’re carrying my child. I want you at work where I can see it. If you take sick days, I want to know about them so I can take them with you. If you take longer lunch breaks for health and wellness appointments, I want to be there with you. It’ll be easier to coordinate all that if you continue working,” he said.

  “What if I don’t want to work?” I asked.

  “Then take a leave of absence if you wish. But, I know you. You’ll work until a doctor tells you that you can’t,” he said, grinning.

  “We can’t hide this pregnancy forever, L,” I said. “Someone’s gonna find out.”

  “Sweetheart, they already know, thanks to Sheila,” he said.

  “Then, what’s the plan?” I asked, trying to break the tension I felt taking hold.

  “I’ll hold a meeting,” he said. “A meeting with everyone important. I’ll admit to them that I’ve been breaking the rules, and that because of those rules being broken I have fallen in love.”

  “You’re really gonna tell a room full of board members and VP’s that the Ellison James is in love,” I said.

  “Yep,” he said. “I’ll tell them that some rules were made to be broken, and that maybe it’s time for a change.”

  “What about the lawsuits this will open you up to?” I asked. “The people you’ve fired over breaking that rule?”

  “Sweetheart, what you have to understand is that the people breaking those rules were usually also getting themselves into something else. Taking too many sick days or not showing up on time. Missing meetings or constantly screwing up paperwork. It’ll be hard to prove that I fired a negligent individual because they were having sex with a coworker, and if it comes down to it I’ll argue that their relationship was affecting their work. I gave them all a choice—stop the relationship or lose their job.”

  “And they all chose the relationship?” I asked.

  “They all chose the job, but continued the relationship behind my back. That meant they continued to slack, so that meant their job was finished,” he said.

  “Are you concerned I’ll become a distraction to your work?” I asked.

  “A little, but we’ll cross that bridge if we need to. This company has needed some change for a while. This will
simply be the catalyst for it.”

  “L, are you sure you want to do all this?” I asked.

  “Charlie, the only thing I’m really sure of is that I’m not giving you up. You and I, we belong together. Forever. I want to come home every single day and see you in this penthouse. I want to wake up every morning to the curves of your body up against mine. I want to slip into the shower with you and take care of you when you’re sick. I want to surprise you with trips that will drop your jaw and light up those beautiful green eyes. I want to memorize every single stretch mark, wrinkle, and divot that will eventually pop up on your body for years to come, just so you remember how you take my breath away.”

  “Oh, L.”

  “And if all that means giving up my company to let someone else to run it, then so be it.”

  He captured my lips in a kiss and I rolled us until I was on top of him. I straddled his lap and kissed him all along his neck, feeling his hands grab for any piece of my body he could find. As my lips raked down his broad chest and strong abdomen, I could feel his body trembling with anticipation.

  I was in love with the most powerful real estate development tycoon in the country.

  And I wrapped my lips around his dick while I imagined about our life together.

  Epilogue

  Ellison

  “Wow, this really is in the heart of downtown,” Charlie said. “And you’re wanting to purchase the entire thing?”

  “The company has hit a great moment of growth with the luxury resort, and we don’t have enough room for all the employees,” I said.

  “The grand opening went that well, huh?” she asked.

  “We’re already booked for the next year and we’ve only been operating for three weeks,” I said.

  “Oh my gosh. That is really fantastic, L!”

  Charlie threw her arms around me while we gazed at the massive property that loomed over downtown. It was a beautiful building that had been foreclosed on when the previous owner went in too hard and too fast with his budding technology company.

  And I was getting a steal of a price on it.

  “Come on, I wanna show you something,” I said.

  “Lead the way, Mr. James,” she said.

  I took her hand while we walked through the building, showing her the massive front office where the main secretary would sit. I talked her through my future plans to get into residential real estate and how I wanted to dedicate the first five floors to helping new real estate development experts get their businesses of the ground.

  “They could rent the space for a much lower price than anywhere else in the city, and they would have access to a very professional first impression when potential buyers and builders walked in,” I said.

  “Oh, L. That’s fantastic,” she said.

  “I thought you’d like that. Come on, there’s much more.”

  We rode up the elevator to the penultimate floor and I showed her all the senior management offices. I wanted all my VPs to be located in the same area, so last-minute meetings would be easy to call and arrange.

  “Everyone’s office would be private and reinforced with partial sound absorption materials, but we would all be accessible in case we needed information on another department,” I said.

  “These offices are huge, L. Are you sure the company can afford all this?” she asked.

  “All of this as well as the furnishings. Plus, it’ll be a wonderful tax write-off, at the end of the year,” I said.

  “So, these are all the VPs of the departments, but where will you and Michael be located?” she asked.

  “That’s what the top floor is for,” I said, with a smirk.

  “I should’ve known,” she said, as she rolled her eyes. “Let’s go see the beautiful view from your new office.”

  I lead her up the staircase while I took deep breaths through my nose. I was trying to keep my excitement under control, especially since she was under the impression that we were going to look at my office.

  “And here is the grand finale,” I said.

  I pushed open the door into a room that had already been redesigned. The floor-to-ceiling windows boasted of the best view of the city, and you could see the entire state for miles. The cherry mahogany desk sat opposite of the main door of the office, with a comfortable leather chair rolled up at the helm. The office was outfitted with a television mounted on the wall, the most up-to-date technology, file cabinets and bookshelves that were pressed into the corners of the room, and comfortable seating in the corner in case the owner of the office wanted to use it for private meetings.

  “Holy shit, L,” she said. “This office is incredible. Are all of them gonna look like this?”

  “For the most part,” I said.

  “What’s that small door over there? In the corner?” she asked.

  “Why don’t you go look and see?” I asked.

  “I mean, if it’s just the bathroom, I don’t care about that.”

  “Just go take a look at it, sweetheart,” I urged.

  She shot me a funny look before she strode across the floor and I couldn’t help but take her in. Her stomach was comfortably protruding from her body, and her breasts were growing large preparing for the milk she was making for our child. Her hips were wider than I remembered them, boasting of a thickness I got to rub my dick up against every single morning. The way her walk had turned into a slight shuffle tugged at the corners of my mouth, and every single time her hand mindlessly moved to rest on her stomach, I couldn’t help but be jealous.

  Her body was doing something mine would never be capable of. Bringing a child to life—a child I thought I’d never have—would always put her a step above me in life. I would be able to give her the world and anything she could ever dream of. If she wanted a gold-studded car, I could get her a gold-studded car. If she wanted a temperature-controlled hot tub in her bedroom, I could have one installed before the weekend was out. If she wanted to fly to Italy for the day just to have fresh pasta for dinner, I could do that and then book her a spa day where they fed her even more pasta.

  But, I couldn’t grow a life. My body would never be able to rip itself apart, shift its organs around, grow the life of a human, and shove it out before going on with its day. No matter how much pleasure I brought her in bed, or how strong I got in the gym so I could carry her in my arms for the rest of my life, I would never be able to give her what she was giving me.

  And she would always be the better half for it.

  Her gasp pulled me from my trance and I could see her glistening eyes all the way across the room. I walked up to her as she entered the room and I could see the absolute surprise across her entire body.

  “It’s a—a—”

  “A nursery,” I said.

  “You have a nursery in your office,” she said.

  “No,” I said, as I got down on one knee. “You have a nursery in your office.”

  I pulled out the ring that had been burning a hole in my pocket for days. I had gone back to that jewelry store that had stopped me in my tracks that day and bought the ring my eyes had landed on. A beautiful heart-shaped diamond protruded from the top with emeralds the color of her eyes lining the white gold band.

  When she turned back around, her hands flew to her mouth as tears streamed down her cheeks.

  “Charlene Simpson, you have been the single greatest motivator and muse my world has ever witnessed. You captured me from the moment your lips slammed into mine in Finland, and I knew from the moment we danced in that sleazy salsa bar that I’d never be able to let you go. My life is better with you in it, my company is better with you in it, and this world we are creating will be better with you in it.”

  I stood up and splayed my hand across her stomach, feeling our bouncing baby boy kick lightly against her stomach.

  “With this ring, I not only promise you my life, my love, and my heart, but I promise you half my company,” I said.

  “What?” she breathed.

  “Th
is office is yours, if you want it. This nursery—outfitted with a crib, toys and diapers—is yours if you want it. This building wouldn’t have been possible had it not been for your work in Helsinki, and the life we’re creating wouldn’t have been possible had it not been for your ability to simply be yourself.”

  “What the hell are you saying, L?” she asked.

  “I’m not saying anything,” I said, as I picked up her left hand. “But, I am asking.”

  “Asking what?” she whispered.

  “Will you marry me, Charlene Simpson? Will you marry me, be the Senior Vice President of my company, and co-own this real estate empire with me?” I asked.

  I watched her entire body tremble as tears flooded down her face, quickly dripping down her neck. I stood there, the ring poised against the tip of her finger, while my eyes searched hers for any sign of an answer.

  “I know we won’t only build a solid family, but we’ll build a real estate empire together. Do this with me, Charlie. Please.”

  In one fell swoop, she slipped her finger into the ring before she threw her arms around my neck. She pulled herself up onto her tiptoes and barreled her lips into mine, pressing her stomach deep into my body as my arms wrapped around her back. The sun started to shine through the windows of the nursery as it reflected the setting of another day, and I could feel our beautiful little boy kicking hard against my stomach.