Secret Baby: A Second Chance Navy SEAL Romance (Forbidden First Times Book 4)

by Sofia T Summers

  Olive didn’t reply. She looked out the window and traced her finger along the pattern of raindrops.

  “You know, you can tell me anything,” I told her, feeling slightly silly. “I’m your mom, right?”

  Olive turned and nodded. “I ... don’t like being away from you and Daddy,” she said finally. “It makes my tummy hurt. I feel funny,” she continued.

  I felt a swell of love in my heart and I reached over and petted her head. Over the last year, she’d shot up in height – she was the tallest kid in her class – and she’d become a lot more restrained.

  I was so proud of her. It was clear that Ben’s influence was working wonders, and her life had become so much more stable since we’d gotten married.

  “I miss Grandma,” Olive said suddenly. “Can we go see her soon?”

  Inwardly, I sighed. After a year, relations with my mother were still frosty. She’d never apologized – and she still made comments about my weight every time we saw each other. In a way, it was funny: she’d gotten exactly what she’d wanted, which was for a daughter of hers to marry into a rich family ... but admitting that she’d wanted that in the first place was what had strained our relationship beyond repair. For Olive’s sake, I was trying.

  But sometimes, it was hard.

  It was hard with Ben’s parents, too. When his mother realized that Olive was Ben’s child, she demanded he take a paternity test. He’d refused instantly, and not spoken to them for over six months. But I was starting to soften to them ... and once they met Olive, they were so charmed with her that they spoiled her rotten. Whenever she’d go visit “Gammy” and “Pappy”, she’d come home with so many new clothes and toys and books that eventually, Ben had to ask his mother to dial it back.

  I turned down our street and started up the long drive of our house, a Queen Anne-style mansion from the nineteenth century that Ben had surprised me with after our wedding. Every time I saw it, it took my breath away and made me realize just how lucky I was. The house had so many little details – nooks and crannies, a hidden staircase that had once led to a maid’s room in the attic, even a library that Ben had restored to its former glory and filled with all of my favorite books. Working on the house with him had been a labor of love.

  “Home!” Olive chanted.

  When I saw Margot’s car in the driveway, I frowned.

  “What’s your aunt doing here,” I wondered aloud. Hopefully not visiting to give my daughter any more ideas of dropping out of school while she’s still in kindergarten, I thought guilty. Then, I laughed. Margot and I had gotten so close over the last year, even if we did have our differing opinions. She was a breath of fresh air, and I still smiled every time I remembered the wedding “feast” that she’d surprised me with.

  “Aunt Margot,” Olive said, looking out the window and enunciating very carefully. “Aunt Margot.”

  “Don’t ask her about school again,” I warned as I slowed the Land Rover and parked it next to Margot’s red coupe. Olive and I got out of the car – she had to leap to the ground – and walked up the front steps, where Margot was sitting on the porch. When she saw me, she looked guilty.

  “Don’t tell Ben I got here early,” she said. “He’ll kill me.”

  “Why?” I squinted. “What’s wrong?”

  Margot flushed and looked uneasy. “Nothing,” she said. Turning to Olive, she smiled brightly. “Hi, Sunshine,” she said. “What’s new?”

  Olive ran up for a hug and before I could wonder too much about what my husband was planning, his Porsche shot up the driveway. He parked behind me and climbed out, stretching as he did so.

  “You’re home early,” I cried happily, running down the steps and throwing myself at him for a hug.

  Ben smirked at me. “You look gorgeous,” he said, running his hands down my back and squeezing my ass. I giggled and leaned in closer, pressing my lips to his in a light kiss.

  “What’s Margot doing here?” I asked.

  Ben groaned. “It was supposed to be a surprise,” he muttered.

  I raised an eyebrow. “Ben, I adore your sister.”

  “But we see her all the time.”

  “What’s the surprise?”

  Ben reached into his Porsche and pulled out the biggest bouquet I’d ever seen, filled with peonies and roses and lilies. Then, he pulled out a bottle of champagne and a box of chocolates from a local artisan.

  “Margot is going to watch Olive tonight,” he said. “While I take you out on a date. Wherever you’d like,” he added.

  I giggled happily. “Even Taco Bell?”

  Ben nodded sagely. “Even Taco Bell,” he replied. “Lady’s choice.”

  I tapped my chin as I pretended to ponder, rolling my eyes up and making an ‘hmmmm’ sound under my breath.

  Leaning in, Ben kissed my cheek. “No rush. It’s only four,” he said. Then, he blinked at me and narrowed his eyes. “Wait,” he said. “What were you doing picking Olive up? Doesn’t she always take the bus? Did she get sick?”

  I shook my head. “I had ... um, something with Henny,” I lied.

  Ben looked skeptical, but just as he was opening his mouth to ask another question, Olive came bounding up and hugged him. Ben scooped her into his arms and flung her around in the air before gently setting her back down on her feet.

  “Daddy!” Olive cried.

  “I missed you, too, honey,” Ben said as he ruffled Olive’s hair. “Did you have a good day at school?”

  “Oh, yes,” Olive said, nodding enthusiastically. I smiled – the two of them were so close that it melted my heart every time I watched them interact. Despite being more stern than I was, Ben was the “fun parent” because he worked such long hours ... whereas I always had to be the disciplinarian, the one nagged Olive to finish her homework and eat her veggies at dinner.

  “How about hanging out with Aunt Margot tonight and having pizza for dinner?” Ben asked Olive.

  “Fun,” Olive replied happily. She took one of Ben’s hands and I took the other as the three of us walked towards the house, where Margot was still sitting on the steps. She smirked when she saw Ben and the giant bouquet that I was holding.

  “Date night?”

  Ben nodded.

  “TGI Friday’s?” Margot teased.

  I laughed, then pretended to think it over. “Maybe Red Lobster,” I said, rolling my eyes. “But only if they still have Endless Shrimp.”

  Margot and Ben laughed while Olive looked confused.

  “Come on,” Ben said, opening the door and letting everyone inside. “I’m gonna go take a shower.” He turned to me. “You think about where you want to eat, okay?”

  I nodded. As soon as Olive and Margot were settled down with a board game, I climbed the steps and went into the master suite. Ben was just getting out of the shower and his muscular body, clad only in a thin towel, sent a hot spike of lust through me.

  “Hey, you,” I said, wrapping my arms around his waist and nuzzling my face against his shoulder blade. “I missed you today.”

  Ben turned around and held me against his chest. His skin was hot and damp from the shower and I closed my eyes and inhaled deep, just to get a whiff of his body wash.

  “I know I’ve been working crazy hours and I feel so bad,” Ben explained, kissing the top of my head and stroking my back. “I just wanted to do something nice for you, just the two of us.”

  I tilted my head so that I could look deeply into his blue eyes. Every time we locked gazes, I felt as if we were the only two people in the world.

  “That’s so sweet of you, baby,” I said softly. Stretching on my tip toes, I gave him a tender, deep kiss. When we pulled away, my heart was pounding with desire and I could feel that I was getting wet.

  “So,” I said, biting my lower lip and running my hands down Ben’s bare chest. “I ... I actually have a surprise for you, too.”

  Ben cocked his head to the side. “Oh, yeah?” He asked. “And what would that be?”

  I
blushed hotly. “I lied,” I said. “I didn’t have a thing with Henny.”

  Ben narrowed his eyes at me. “I knew it,” he said. “Lemme guess – you were out with another man, because I’m working so much?”

  I burst out laughing at the joke. “Obviously,” I said, raising an eyebrow.

  “What is it, really?” Ben asked. He took my hands. “Do I need to be worried?”

  I took a deep breath, holding it for a long time.

  “Only if you don’t want to be a father again,” I said softly.

  Ben’s eyes widened.

  “I was at the doctor,” I said. “I’m pregnant. Ben, we’re going to have another baby.”

  “Oh my god,” Ben said. “Jessie, that’s fucking amazing!” He hugged me tightly, gripping my body against his and kissing me hotly on the mouth. I felt his tongue slip between my lips and I moaned softly, whimpering as his hands stroked my curves through the thin cotton dress I wore. My nipples stiffened and tingled as Ben’s hands roamed over my breasts, cupping and massaging them. His hands roamed further down my body, over my hips and ass and thighs, pulling the hem of my dress up to my waist and touching me gently through my panties.

  I whimpered softly, running my hands down his body and pulling the towel away from his hips. Underneath his cock was already hard and throbbing and the feel of his erection against my fingers made my clit throb with passion.

  “Jessie,” Ben growled in a lusty voice. “I need you. You make me complete, you’re my entire world. You know that, don’t you?”

  I was breathing hard as I answered him.

  “Yes,” I said softly. “And you are mine.

  If you loved Secret Baby, be sure to check out Boss’s Baby here.

  Get ready for Elliot. He’s her dad’s best friend and oh so alpha. You are in for a treat!

  Boss’s Baby (Sample)

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  He’s my dad’s best friend.

  The father of my (secret) baby.

  The only man I’ve ever loved.

  Ever wanted.

  And now…

  Now he’s my boss.

  Working for a powerful man like Elliot is stressful enough.

  And having a past with him only adds to the pressure.

  He’s always been gorgeous.

  He’s always had that power over me.

  It’s why I gave him my V-card on a silver platter.

  Little did I know that I’d end up pregnant.

  I couldn’t get myself to tell him about his daughter.

  It’s been four years since my little girl has been reminding me of our night together.

  Four years since I’ve been wondering if I did the right thing.

  Maybe Elliot deserved to know.

  Maybe he didn’t.

  But I’m about to explore this forbidden relationship again… and find out for myself.

  Prologue

  Annie – Present Day

  “You wanted to see me?” I asked, unable to stop myself from smiling coyly at Elliot.

  He stood behind his desk, looking down at a sheaf of shiny flyers, with his eyes narrowed. When his head lifted and his flashing green eyes met mine, I felt a lick of desire between my legs. Elliot’s dark brown hair was brushed away from his high forehead and his strong jaw was clenched. The silver that threaded his temples only made him look sexier, and I felt my palms grow damp as his eyes traveled the length of my curvy figure, lingering on my bust and hips.

  “Yes,” Elliot said curtly. “It’s about the TIME magazine profile – I wanted to get a second opinion.”

  I blushed hotly. There was no way that this could be true – I was an assistant, several levels lower than Elliot, who was on the board of the company. He wasn’t even my direct boss. He was my boss’s boss’s boss, and there was absolutely no way he’d consult with me about something so high-level.

  But I had to play it cool. He obviously had ulterior motives for calling my cubicle and asking me into his office.

  “I see,” I said as I inched closer to his massive desk. “What can I help with?”

  Elliot’s eyes flicked over my shoulder, then back to my face.

  “Shut the door,” he said. “And come over here.”

  His powerful, commanding voice sent a thrill shooting through my entire body. There was something so strong about Elliot’s mere presence – his toned, muscular body and his sharp green eyes were enough to send me into a spiral of desire, and I had no choice but to obey his every command.

  I closed the door behind me and then crossed the room to where Elliot stood. He smelled of dark, intoxicating cologne and beneath that, I caught a hint of his natural smell: musky and salty, almost briny. My heart fluttered in my chest and my stomach did a nervous, excited flip when Elliot put his hands on my waist and pulled me close.

  “You’re driving me crazy, you know that,” Elliot said in a low voice. His lips brushed my ear, sending an electric shiver down my spine.

  “I’m not doing anything,” I teased.

  Elliot’s hands moved lower, until he was cupping my ass through my tweed skirt. I shuddered with arousal as my nipples tingled inside of my bra and my clit began to throb. I could feel that my panties were already wet by the time Elliot placed a scorching, searing kiss on my lips and squeezed my ass.

  Moaning softly, I pressed my body against his strong figure and wrapped my arms around his neck. Elliot groaned into my mouth and pushed his hips against my body. I felt his cock, throbbing and hard, inside of his pants and I couldn’t wait to wrap my hand around it and pleasure him.

  The kiss grew deeper as Elliot’s tongue slipped into my mouth and explored. He nibbled and suckled on my lower lip and I moaned softly as a hot flush broke out over my whole body. Elliot’s hands wasted no time – he lifted the hem of my skirt, pushing it up over my round hips, thighs, and ass, until it was bunched around my waist. Without breaking the kiss, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my tights and panties and pulled them down in a single, smooth motion that made me gasp.

  Elliot gently dragged his nails up the insides of my bare thighs and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. He knew just how to touch me, just how to drive me insane, and I whimpered softly as his fingers reached my bare pussy lips and began stroking me. Spreading my legs was awkward – my tights and panties were around my knees and I grunted with effort as I opened myself to him. Immediately, the scent of my wet pussy filled the room and I moaned softly as Elliot stroked my nether lips, then spread them. His thumb found my clit and began stroking it in slow circles – the way he always did, the way he always knew just how to drive me insane. I gasped as he pushed two fingers inside of my wet pussy and began rocking his hand back and forth, still rubbing my clit as he fingered me.

  Bolts of white-hot pleasure exploded in my lower belly and I closed my eyes and uttered a soft moan into Elliot’s mouth as he slid a third finger inside of me. My body undulated with his ministrations and beads of perspiration broke out over my forehead. I threw my head back and pushed my chest forward, rubbing my body against Elliot’s muscular torso. He groaned with desire as he felt my breasts – even through my bra and silky shirt, I knew it was obvious that my nipples were hard.

  When Elliot took his hand away from my pussy, I clapped a hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t cry out with frustration. My body was singing and aching, begging for Elliot to pleasure me more, and I locked eyes with him as I unbuttoned my shirt and unclasped my bra, throwing both on his desk.

  Standing there, almost naked, with my tights and panties around my knees felt deliciously obscene. It was the middle of the day in the middle of the week. Hundreds of people were hard at work around us, and here I was, standing there like some kind of personal escort.

  I loved it.

  “You’re so gorgeous, Annie,” Elliot growled as he pulled me into his arms. The fact that I was almost nude and he was still fully clothed made the obscene moment feel even more taboo, and I shivered with pleasure as he ran hi
s hands down my body and cupped my breasts, thumbing my nipples and pinching them gently – not enough to hurt, just enough to fill me with ecstasy. I dropped to my knees and fumbled with his belt and fly, yanked his pants and boxers down just like he’d done with my tights. His massive, veined cock sprang free and my mouth watered as I wrapped my hand around the shaft and began to pump up and down. Elliot threw his head back and groaned quietly, thrusting his hips forward and bucking into my hand. I licked my lips and folded them over my teeth. With my mouth open, I stuck out my tongue and swirled it wetly over the head of Elliot’s cock. He groaned again and shoved his hips forward, clearly wanting more.

  I couldn’t help but smile. When I was kneeling in front of Elliot like this, about to suck his beautiful cock, I felt so powerful. Most of the time, I was just me – Annie, in her mid 20s, a lowly assistant at a mega-corporation. Elliot was in control, in charge. He was cool and collected and older – old enough to be my father.

  But when we were like this, I was the one pulling the strings. Elliot grunted in frustrated desire as I licked the head of his cock one more time, then opened my mouth as far as I could and took the first few inches of his magnificent hard-on into my mouth. Already, there was a bead of pre-cum on the head of his cock and I moaned softly as I tasted it, tasted him. I wrapped my mouth around Elliot and began bobbing my head, moving back and forth in time with the motions of my hand. Elliot braced himself against the desk with one hand and tangled the fingers of his other in my hair, tugging at my scalp. I loved knowing that I was giving him so much pleasure and I moaned on his cock as I took more of his perfect shaft into my mouth.

  “Annie,” Elliot groaned, bucking his hips towards me. “God, baby, that feels so fucking good.”

  I moaned again, knowing that the sensation was making him feel even better. Just as I was about to cup Elliot’s balls with my free hand, he pulled away and took me by the shoulders, lifting me to my feet as if I weighed nothing at all. I gasped in surprise as he sat me down on his desk and spread my legs, yanking my tights and panties off one leg to allow him greater access to my ready, willing, and eager waiting pussy.