by Sadie Grey
Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
A Baby for the Boss
Baby for the Billionaire
The Boss's Baby
Having the Billionaire's Baby
Fertile for the Boss
Billionaire Wants an Heir
The Art of Love Part 1
The Art of Love Part 2
The Art of Love Part 3
The Art of Love Part 4
The Art of Love Part 5
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(BBW Billionaire Erotic Romance)
by Sadie Grey
Copyright 2015 SADIE GREY
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A Baby for the Boss
Last night had been the worst night of my life.
My head was pounding with a nasty hangover. My dress was torn. And I was sitting in a jail cell surrounded by scary women that looked at me like they either wanted to fight me or fuck me.
It was not the way I’d expected to celebrate my twenty-first birthday.
Things had gotten out of hand, to say the least. I’d gone out with a couple of girls from the office to the new club that just opened up, Swag. The place was trendy and popular, and only the elite in the city could even dream of getting in.
I generally wasn’t the clubbing type, and even if I was, there wasn’t a chance in hell they would let someone like me in. That is, unless you have a powerful, wealthy boss like Michael Hawthorne who just happened to be a part owner of the club.
I had been working for Mr. Hawthorne for just over a year now as his personal assistant, and believe me, it was work. I was on call twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, and the man never seemed to sleep. I couldn’t count the number of times I had been awoken from a dead sleep at three a.m. just to fetch him something from the office.
Although he worked me hard, he appreciated what I did for him. When my big birthday rolled around, he surprised me by giving me the night off and handing me three passes to the VIP room in Swag. The drinks were on the house.
I had no choice but to go. I couldn’t tell Mr. Hawthorne that all I wanted to do was stay home and have a quiet drink on my couch.
The saddest part was that I didn’t really have anyone to take with me. I’d never had a boyfriend, and all my other friends were back home in Nebraska.
So I ended up asking Marla and Holly, two other secretaries from down the hall to come with me. We weren’t friends exactly. More like acquaintances. Still, I didn’t want to go alone.
After the way they’d acted last night, I definitely would have been better off going by myself.
Since it was my twenty-first birthday, they insisted on feeding me drink after drink. After all, everything was being covered my Mr. Hawthorne.
That’s when the trouble started.
I groaned just remembering it. I was surprised I remembered anything at all, that’s how drunk I was. The spilled drinks, the argument, the fight, it was all too embarrassing. I just hoped Mr. Hawthorne never found out what happened. I couldn’t face him if he knew.
Just then, a guard came into the holding cell area.
“Amy Reynolds,” the female guard called out.
I struggled to my feet with the room still spinning around me and approached her.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“You’re free to go.”
My eyes blinked in surprise. “What? That’s impossible.”
The guard looked at me with a deadpan expression. “I can leave you in here if you want.”
“No, god no,” I said.
She hustled me out of the holding area and took me to the releasing area. There on the other side of the bars stood Mr. Hawthorne himself.
He looked out of place in the filthy waiting room with his expensive, tailored suit and his stylish haircut. He almost didn’t seem real. What did seem all too real was the stern look of disapproval on his face when he spotted me approaching.
What the hell was he doing here?
The guard gave me back my personal belongings and opened the gate. I almost didn’t want to walk through it. I looked up to this man so much. He was more than just a boss to me. He was like a father. The thought of disappointing him was too much to bear.
I walked through the gate on heavy feet, dreading what was to come. My dress was a mess and my hair was in tangles. My makeup had smeared and run from the time I’d spent crying in the police car.
What had started out as an exciting night had turned into absolute shit and having to face Mr. Hawthorne like this was the crappy icing on top.
He looked me up and down, his frown deepening.
“Let’s go,” he said and turned away from me.
A pang of sadness pulsed in my chest. I felt lower than low, and having him act so coldly to me made me feel even worse.
He led me to his sleek, black car where his driver stood waiting patiently beside it. The man opened the door for us and Mr. Hawthorne gestured for me to enter first. He was still acting like a gentleman, despite the obvious disgust he was feeling for me.
I sat down on the plush seat, silently thankful for how good the cushion felt after sitting on a steel bench for several hours. I leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes. Mr. Hawthorne climbed in beside me.
As the car pulled away and into traffic, I looked down at my hands clutched nervously in my lap. From the corner of my eye, I could see him looking at me.
I risked a glance at him and noticed that he wasn’t looking at my face. His eyes seemed to be looking at the way my too-tight dress had ridden up my thighs, baring too much flesh.
Was he checking me out?
I quickly dismissed the thought. Of course he didn’t find me attractive.
Gorgeous, powerful men like him weren’t interested in silly young girls like me. He could get anyone he wanted. Why in the world would he bother with his assistant, especially at this moment, when I looked my worst?
No, I was sure he was judging me harshly for how slutty I was dressed. First the fight, then him finding me in jail, and now I was disappointing him all over again with my outfit.
I just couldn’t win.
I couldn’t contain the horrible feelings inside. I started to cry.
“I’m so sorry Mr. Hawthorne,” I sobbed. “I’m so embarrassed.”
He nodded. “I heard you made quite the scene.”
“I didn’t mean to. Things just kind of got away from me.”
“I want you to tell me what happened.”
“Don’t you already know?” I asked.
“I want to hear it from you before I decide what happens next.”
I sighed. “We were drinking and having a good time, and then Marla spilled a drink on some girl. The girl started screaming and she got up in Marla’s face. I tried to calm things down and then blam, I got punched in the face.”
“And then?”
“And then I got into a fight.”
“A fight,” he said, shaking his head. “Is that any way for a proper young woman to act?”
“No, of course not. I’ve never even been in a fight before.”
“Well, you picked a bad place to do it. You were there as my personal guest, and you embarrassed me in front of my busi
ness associates.”
“I know. I’m so sorry. I’m never going to drink again.”
“The bigger issue is what I’m going to do with you. I can’t have an assistant that makes me look bad.”
My heart sank in my chest. “Please, sir. Please don’t fire me. I can make it up to you. Whatever it takes. I promise.”
He sat silently for a while, his eyes studying me intently. “I had big plans for you, but now, I don’t know if I can trust you.”
“You can trust me. I swear. Just give me another chance.”
He shook his head. “If our relationship is going to move forward, I think you need to learn some discipline.”
I didn’t know what he meant by that, but I didn’t care. “Teach me, then,” I said. “I’m willing to learn.”
“Fine,” he said with finality, as if he had just come to a decision. “I want you to lay across my lap.”
My mouth fell open. “What? I don’t understand.”
“Do it or we’re done.”
Panic flared within me. I scrambled to do as he asked. I lay flat on my stomach over his thighs. My breasts pressed against his strong leg and my ass was thrust into the air.
“You’ve been bad and now you need to be punished. You have to know there are consequences to your actions. Do you understand?”
I nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Good,” he said.
Then his palm came down and spanked my ass.
***
Pain blossomed on my sensitive skin and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
No one had ever spanked me before. My parents were the “time out” type. They’d never laid a hand on me. This was not a form of discipline I was used to. Not to mention the fact that I was a twenty-one year old woman and this was my boss.
His hand came down on my ass again, harder. This time I did cry out in pain. My skin stung where he struck me. As the pain faded, it was replaced with a warm tingling sensation blooming in my core.
God, was I getting turned on?
He spanked me again, sending a shiver through me. I was definitely getting turned on. There was something surprisingly sexy about giving up my control to this man. It was something I did for him on a daily basis, but this was different.
I felt like he was dominating me, taking complete physical control over me. It was thrilling.
He spanked me again, then let his hand linger over the place where he’d hit me. He massaged my now tender flesh. The sensation of his light caress was a stark contrast with the intense pain. His touch felt like heaven.
I could feel myself getting wet. I clenched my thighs together, trying to still the sudden ache of emptiness inside me.
His hand trailed down from my ass to my bare thighs. He ran his fingertips down my skin and a low moan escaped my throat.
His hand moved back up my thigh and he yanked the hem of my skirt up over my hips. I whimpered at the thought of my ass being exposed just inches from his face.
I turned to look at him. He was staring down at my bare ass hungrily.
He spanked me again, and this time, his hand traced light circles over my bare skin after he did it. The feel of it drove me crazy. I couldn’t believe what was happening and I couldn’t believe how good it felt.
His hand dipped down between my thighs and stroked my soaked slit through my thong. Moisture flooded from me, and I groaned.
“Do you like the way that feels?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I answered breathlessly.
“Do you want me to keep going?”
“Please, sir. Keep going.”
“Then you have to learn to behave,” he said, then brought his hand back down on my ass.
I cried out loudly this time in a mixture of pain and pleasure. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
“I’ll behave,” I panted. “I promise I’ll behave.”
His fingers returned to my soaked pussy. He stroked up and down my slit. Then he found my swollen clit. He pressed his finger against it, just applying a firm pressure. I moaned, and my body twisted on his lap, unable to keep still.
Just then, I felt his hard erection pressing up into me. So I wasn’t the only one who was enjoying this lesson in discipline. His shaft was hot and big. It was my first time feeling a hard cock pressed against me, and I had to admit that I liked it.
I had often wondered what Mr. Hawthorne was packing between his legs. He was strong and sexy and rich, and he always had a stream of gorgeous women coming in and out of his life. I wondered if he was the total package. Now, with his cock pressing into me maddeningly, I knew that he was.
I desperately wanted him inside me.
I slid my hand beneath me and stroked his cock. He grabbed my hand in his and yanked it behind my back.
“You said you were going to behave,” he said.
“But I thought that’s what you wanted.”
“I will tell you what I want, and you will do exactly as I say. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you promise to obey me?”
“I promise.”
“Good,” he said.
His hand slid beneath the waistband of my underwear and he ripped them from my body in a violent motion.
Then his thick finger slid between my wet lips and plunged into my hot pussy. The feeling of it was electric. I moaned loudly, so loud that I was sure the driver could hear us through the closed partition. I didn’t care. I had never felt so turned on in all my life.
Mr. Hawthorne’s other hand reached beneath me and massaged my breast. His fingers grazed against my hard nipple through the fabric of my dress. The whole thing had me so hot I could barely hold it in.
“Are you getting close?” he asked.
“Oh my god yes,” I said breathlessly.
“I don’t want you to come yet.”
I didn’t understand. If he didn’t want me to come, why was he working so skillfully to bring me to orgasm?
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to come,” I said.
“No. I won’t stop. You have to hold back.”
“But why?” I asked. The tension was clear in my voice. My whole body was tight and ready to burst with pleasure. The fire had built up inside me into a raging inferno threatening to burn me up with its fury.
Why was he doing this to me?
“You promised to obey me,” he said. “Trust me.”
His fingers continued to torture my pussy and tease my breasts. I felt so hot that I thought steam must be coming off my body. Still, I gritted my teeth and held back.
The pleasure built up and up until I could barely think. The only thought in my mind was Mr. Hawthorne’s instructions. Hold back. Just hold back. Obey him. Do whatever it takes to make him happy.
“Now,” he said. “Come for me now.”
The words were barely out of his mouth when I let the fire consume me, heart and soul. My body shook, every muscle clenched up and my pleasure came gushing out of me in the most intense orgasm I’d ever had in my life.
White light exploded in my brain. My only thought was how amazing it was to come for Mr. Hawthorne.
***
I was still coming down from the intensity of my pleasure when we rolled up to Mr. Hawthorne’s sprawling mansion just outside the city.
“Come on,” he said sternly. “I’m still not done with you.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but after what had happened between us in the car, I was eager for anything that he wanted to do. Mr. Hawthorne was good, and I could only imagine what surprises he had in store for me.
I followed him obediently into his home. Although calling it a home seemed wrong. This place was like a palace compared to my apartment in the city. Any one piece of furniture probably cost what I paid for rent in a whole year. To him it was just decoration.
“Go upstairs,” he commanded.
I climbed up the winding staircase with him just behind me. I glanced back at him and saw th
at his eyes were glued to my ass, which was now thankfully covered by my dress again.
He led me into what I assumed was his bedroom. It was massive and dripping with luxury. His giant bed dominated the room. It looked like something a king would sleep in and it could comfortably fit several people in it at once.