Boss Meets Baby
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‘Trapped me?’ Taking a step towards her, Keir impelled her urgently into his arms and his gaze hungrily roved her upturned face. ‘Sweetheart, you trapped me practically the moment I set eyes on you! I love you—and I only want the best for you. I want you to live life on your own terms, Georgia. I don’t want you to put your own needs last on the list ever again—do you hear me?’
‘I hear you.’
‘Well that’s settled, then.’
‘What’s settled?’
‘We’re going to be married.’
‘We are?’
‘If you think for one moment that I’m going to live in sin with you, then you’ll have to think again! This family has certain standards to maintain, you know,’ Keir teased.
‘So you want me to marry you?’
There was a definite tremor in her voice, and Georgia’s heartfelt gaze clung to the riveting planes and angles of Keir’s darkly handsome face as if she really couldn’t bear to look anywhere else.
‘Didn’t I already say?’
‘But you didn’t even ask me properly! And you didn’t ask me if I loved you either!’
For one horrendous moment, Keir was filled with doubt and dread. ‘Well? Do you love me, Georgia?’
‘Very much, Keir.’
Relief and desire shone from his glittering blue eyes with equal intensity. ‘Then will you marry me, and— make me even happier than I ever hoped or dreamed was possible?’
‘Yes, my love…I think I will.’
Before he could say another word, Georgia threw her arms around his neck and eagerly raised her face towards his to receive his passionate, tender kiss…
Keir was indulging in another one of his very beguiling— erotic fantasies. Only this time the shapely, hazeleyed— brunette who was inevitably the star of the show, wearing— some flimsy, barely there scarlet lace concoction— that he ached to peel from her body—preferably— with his teeth—was only too real. And she had driven his desire to a whole new category of its own.
That seemed to go with the territory as far as his feelings for Georgia went, and since their marriage a week ago those feelings had intensified to practically fever pitch. In Paris for their honeymoon, they had scarcely left their luxurious hotel room, and Keir was beginning to wonder how they would ever describe the famous sights most people came to see to their friends on their return. But he really didn’t care what anybody else thought. This woman, this kind, beautiful, radiant brunette, had turned his world upside down and he never wanted it put right again.
‘Keir?’
‘Yes, sweetheart?’
‘I think I’m going to make you very happy.’
‘You’ve already made me happier than I could say, my love. How you can possibly exceed that I can’t guess.’
‘Then you haven’t got much of an imagination—that’s— all I can say! What about if I do this?’
Georgia peeled the flimsy scarlet panties she was wearing down her firm, slender thighs and took them off. Then she threw them over her shoulder and grinned wickedly. Keir groaned as she deliberately wriggled her bottom against his hips, and arranged herself to sit astride him on the deeply luxurious bed. Before he could utter a word, she bent and kissed him lazily and luxuriously on the mouth. Her lips tasted of wine, and the aromatic Italian coffee they’d enjoyed earlier and by the time she lifted her head and came up for air, with a sexy, seductive smile that would have stirred lustful feelings in a stone statue, Keir was so turned on that he physically hurt.
His pretty, virginal wife had discovered a real talent for seduction since they’d been sleeping together, and Keir had teased her about making up for lost time. Only he didn’t want any other man to realise her entrancing new talent but him. And he planned on staying married to Georgia for ever…
‘And how about if I do this?’ She wriggled a little more, taunting his already burgeoning manhood with her warm, scented, moist flesh. His sanity already at stake, Keir locked his hands onto her slender arms and pulled her down towards him for a hard and voracious— kiss of his own. As she sighed and moaned against his mouth he found her core, stroked his fingers inside and out, then positioned his sex at her entrance. Catching her lower lip between his teeth, he— plunged deep inside her.
‘And how do you like it when I do this, My Lady Glenteign?’ he teased huskily, watching the gold and green flecks in her eyes turn into liquid heat as he thrust deeper, feeling her satin walls tightly enclose him.
‘I like it…very…much…’ Georgia replied breathlessly,— her dark hair spilling over her shoulders and framing her enraptured face.
‘Then you won’t mind if we continue in this fashion for the rest of the evening?’
‘I need to eat too!’
‘Then I’ll order strawberries and champagne from Room Service and feed them to you in bed. What do you say to that?’
‘I say that you have some wonderfully inventive ideas for someone so—so steeped in tradition,’ she panted, her breath coming quicker as her body convulsed— above his.
Beneath her, about to surrender to his own passionate— release, Keir was suffused with wave upon wave of unbelievable love for his beautiful new wife.
‘That’s because you inspire me, my darling…more…much— more than I can ever tell you!’
It was strange returning to Glenteign as Keir’s wife. But as they drew up outside the magnificent entrance and saw Moira with a few of the other staff, and Noah as well, all lined up to greet them, Georgia sensed that she would soon feel at home again. Every one of those people waiting to welcome them had an affectionate place in her heart. She’d grown close to them all in the weeks leading up to her marriage to Keir, so it wasn’t as if she were returning to start a new life amongst strangers.
She had legally made the house in Hounslow over to Noah, and now it was his to do with as he willed. She’d even suggested to him that he sell it and put some of the proceeds towards his business. They had both moved on, and so had Keir. They had all left the past behind, and there was only an increasingly bright future to look forward to.
Now, after their intense two weeks in Paris, when she and Keir had shut out the world—for a little while at least—their thoughts had turned more and more to the coming baby. Whether boy or girl, they both knew that their child would have all the love, affection— and support that Keir and his brother Robbie had so sadly lacked in their own childhood.
‘You look absolutely ravishing, sis!’ Noah caught her in one of his fierce brotherly hugs, and Georgia held onto him tightly for a moment before pulling back to look up into his endearingly handsome face. ‘Do you think that the ugly duckling has turned into a swan, then?’ she teased.
‘Ugly duckling, my foot!’ Noah shook his head. ‘You were always beautiful, Georgia—but that’s because you have such a beautiful heart. I’m just glad that you’ve found someone who appreciates you for all your assets!’
Turning round to catch her husband’s eye, Georgia saw him smile at her unreservedly. She knew without a single shred of a doubt that Keir loved her more than she’d ever dreamed she could be loved by a man, and indeed appreciated every one of her ‘assets’!
There was one more member of the household yet to greet them, and as the big Labrador bounded round the corner from the direction of the recently redesigned gardens and made a beeline for the master of the house Georgia saw how delighted her husband was with Hamish’s effusive greeting. He dropped down to his haunches to make a fuss of the family pet, and for a moment Georgia had a glimpse of the lonely little boy he had once been. Her heart all but leapt out of her chest with love for him.
‘I told you he loves you!’ she called out, laughing. Lifting his head, Keir grinned at her, and laughed right back…
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Innocent Secretary…Accidentally Pregnant © Carol Marinelli 2013
The Salvatore Marriage Deal © Natalie Rivers 2013
The Millionaire Boss’s Baby © Maggie Cox 2013
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Innocent Secretary… Accidentally Pregnant
About the Author
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Epilogue
The Salvatore Marriage Deal
About the Author
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue
The Millionaire Boss’s Baby
About the Author
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Copyright