Serving the Billionaire Boss: A Secret Baby Billionaire Romance

by Brooke Valentine

  Now, Emily sat here on the porch of a house she’d come to think of as hers. Allowing the warm summer breeze to blow through her hair as she laid a hand absently the small bump in her stomach.

  At four months, pregnant, the bump was beginning to become obvious to the rest of the world. Usually, she thought of this as a less pleasant development than the growth of her breasts which had already swelled to twice their normal size. But, tonight, everything about her pregnancy seemed like a miracle. Right down to her swollen feet.

  And it all had to do with the man who was now heavily focused on the heavens above them.

  “Em, here’s one,” he said beckoning her over. With more difficulty than she would have liked, she raised herself from the chair and moved over to the telescope.

  “I’ve got it said,” Kurt said. “Just look straight through.”

  He sounded excited. The way he always did when he found some obscure factoid or nugget of information he wanted to share with her. With a small smile, she moved over to the telescope to find it centered on one small star. Just bright enough to be seen by the naked eye but magnified a dozen times in the telescope.

  “It’s part of the Lyra system, isn’t it?” Emily asked, slightly confused. She’d seen the Lyra constellation before. There was no reason for Kurt to be too excited about showing her that.

  “It’s a star in the Lyra system. It’s called Vega, the weaver,” he said. “It was the name of a young woman who fell in love with a sheepherder who lived next door to her. The problem was, the families hated each other.”

  “That sounds familiar,” Emily said dryly.

  “It’s a common theme in popular love stories,” he said. “In this case, the families built a river between them to keep them apart. If you look carefully, you can see the two spirals in the milky way between Vega and that other bright star just beyond. That’s supposed to be the sheepherder.”

  He moved behind her so that her body was pressed fully against her as he adjusted the scope. Suddenly, it became rather difficult to think about constellations.

  “That’s kind of sad,” she said absently. “They’re separated for all eternity.”

  “Not really,” he said. “Because, per the rest of the story, the birds take pity on them one night a year and build a bridge across the river so that the two lovers can be together.”

  “Does that ever happen in the sky?” she asked.

  His hands moved from the scope to rest on her shoulders.

  “Sadly, no,” he said. “But, I like to think it happened in real life.”

  His arms moved slowly from her shoulders to wrap around her waist. She turned to face him, a teasing smile on her face.

  “So, there really is a romantic underneath the common-sense professor,” she said. “Who knew?”

  “Well, I do like to let my romantic side out sometimes,” he said. “Especially tonight.”

  “What’s so special about tonight?”

  His smile turned slightly nervous as he moved his arms from around her waist. Her heart fell in disappointment for one moment before he dropped to his knee and pulled a velvet box out of his back pocket.

  “Emily Pratchett,” he said. “Will you marry me?”

  The box opened to reveal a small, simply diamond ring. It gleamed in the moonlight and Emily couldn’t help but think it was the most perfect thing she had ever seen in her life.

  She grinned so widely that her cheeks hurt as she lunged forward, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him as hard as she could.

  Wobbling slightly, he stood, box still in hand as he wrapped his arms around her.

  When they finally pulled apart, he was wearing that dazed and pleased smile he sometimes got when she stayed the night with him. Like he didn’t know if she was real or a dream.

  “Is that a yes?” he asked.

  “Of course, it is!” she said.

  Taking the ring out of the box, he fitted it perfectly onto her left hand. She took half a moment to admire it before reaching forward and kissing him again.

  This time, he gave himself to her fully, pouring everything he had into this kiss. And, as he pressed his body against hers, she felt a certain heat that told her they were not going to stay on the porch for long.

  Sure enough, his hand reached behind her, caressing the small of her back and moving lower to wander over her ass, her thighs, until his hand moved between them, lifted the skirt of her dress and touched her just over her underwear.

  A slight gasp came up from her as the warm, summer breeze turned into a slightly crisp chill as it sometimes did and hit against her legs. She pulled away just slightly from him, looking into his grey eyes still covered by his spectacles.

  “Shouldn’t we take this into the bedroom?” she asked sweetly. Taking his hand and planning on leading him. He, however, stayed firmly in place.

  “I don’t know,” he said. “I think I’d like to stay out here.”

  “Out here?” she asked. His smile widened and he wrapped his arms around her once more pulling her into him. He kissed her fiercely, one hand on her back while the other continued its path between her legs.

  Just as he reached over her underwear, he moved his lips to her ear.

  “I want to make love to you under the stars,” he said. “I guess it’s the romantic in me.”

  Just as she was about to answer with something either cheeky or flirty, his fingers dipped beneath her underwear and began to circle her clit.

  “Oh!” she gasped. She felt him chuckle as he kissed down her neck and she could feel his member growing harder beneath his trousers.

  His lips kissed further down until he reached the tops of her swollen breasts. Moving one hand from the small of her back as the other teased her folds, he pulled the sleeves of her dress down so that nothing but her bra showed.

  She groaned in disapproval when his hand moved from beneath her underwear to pull her dress fully down and off her body.

  The breeze hit against her skin causing Emily to shiver with cold for just a moment before Kurt moved his lips back to hers.

  He kissed her deeply as he unbuckled her bra. She heard it fall to the ground to join the dress now pooled at her ankles. A moment later, his hands moved to her underwear and slid them down her thighs.

  He pulled back from her and she shivered once again. Aware for the first time that she was outside, open, in the elements and completely naked.

  An instinct to cover herself came to mind before she looked up at Kurt. He was staring at her with that awed expression again. As though he couldn’t quite believe she was human. As though he thought a Goddess from one of his beloved constellations had appeared in his home. Now, it was his duty to worship her with his body.

  “God,” he whispered. “You are so beautiful.”

  Emily’s cheeks grew warm despite the cold. Even after weeks of her baby bump showing, it was still hard to believe that this man thought she was beautiful.

  He moved slowly to her and kissed her quickly before pulling away just slightly. His lips still hovering over hers.

  “I know you think I’m lying,” he said. “I know you don’t feel very beautiful right now. But, you are. You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Let me prove it to you.”

  With that, his lips dipped to her collar bone and began kissing their way down her body. They reached her swollen breast and moved to one erect nipple. Taking it in his mouth, he began to swirl and suck until Emily’s body began to shiver. Not from the cold this time, but from his touch, Kurt’s touch on her body.

  She gave a small moan as he moved his mouth to the other nipple and paid it the same attention. Soon, his lips moved lower. He kissed across her torso and finally landed on her swollen abdomen.

  Looking up at her, his eyes as sincere as she had ever seen them, he placed a lingering kiss just above her belly button. Just where she knew the baby, their baby was. She smiled down at him before he allowed his lips to trail lower.

  “Oh, God!�
�� she gasped when he reached the space between her thighs.

  His tongue swirled and licked and sucked in the most perfect rhythm. Her hands moved to his light brown hair. Twisting inside the soft locks and pressing him further to her. Urging his tongue to taste her, to bring her to the brink of ecstasy.

  When he flicked his tongue one final time over her desire, she felt her legs begin to give way. Grabbing hold of his hair, a loud sound like a whine rose from her throat as she pulled at him so hard she was afraid she might find light brown strands of hair that she’d pulled out fisted in her hands.

  With a last cry, she felt her body sink back. For a moment, she imagined herself hitting her bare bottom on the wood of the porch. Before she did, however, a strong arm caught her.

  Kurt wrapped one arm around her waist and moved another under her legs.

  “Now, I think, we can finish this in the bed,” he told her.

  With surprising strength, he picked her up, opened the door and, without bothering to close it, laid her out on the soft covers that made up the bed they now shared.

  “You’re a little over dressed, aren’t you?” she asked slightly breathless, looking him up and down.

  “I’m just about to fix that,” he said. Immediately, he took off his fogged-up glasses and set them on the bedside table.

  She moved to lay on her side and put her hand under her head to prop it up as she watched him slowly unbutton his shirt revealing a torso that was slightly pale but very nicely toned. Soon, his pants and underwear were divested in the same way.

  As he came to her on the bed, she couldn’t help but marvel at him in the same way he’d seemed to adore her. She couldn’t help but wonder how she’d gotten so lucky to have a handsome, kind, intelligent man, in bed next to her.

  He reached over and pulled her gently towards him. Their bodies were touching now. Almost completely entwined but not quite yet.

  Kurt kissed her lips tenderly, stroking her curly red hair as he did.

  “I love you,” he whispered as he pulled away. With those words, that whisper, he slid, slowly into her.

  Their pace was not hurried or frantic or desperate. It was not like the first time they had come together in this bed. This time, neither of them had anything to prove, neither of them were starved for love or attention.

  This time, this act, their love was a gift they gave freely to one another. It was free and open and somehow, more sensual than any of the frantic fumbling that had come before.

  This time, when Kurt grunted his release, she knew that it was for her alone. And, when she cried out, she knew this was a gift she was giving to him.

  They remained together for a long while afterward. Eyes closed in a blissful, sleepy stupor.

  “Emily?” Kurt asked finally.

  “Hmm?” Emily replied sleepily.

  “We’re going to be a family,” he said. She opened her eyes to find that his were still closed. But, there was a half surprised, half proud smirk playing on his lips. As though he’d just fully realized the extent of what his proposal to her had meant.

  She couldn’t help but smile back. Her voice was laced with amusement when she answered.

  “Yes, Kurt. Yes, we are.”

  Unwrapped by Him

  By: Natasha Spencer

  Unwrapped by Him

  © December 2017 – All rights reserved

  By Natasha Spencer,

  Published by Passionate Publishing Inc.

  This is a work of fiction. All names and characters in this novel are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or events is entirely coincidental.

  This book is for your personal enjoyment only. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written permission from the publisher.

  Warning

  This book is intended for adult readers, 18+ years old. Please close this e-book if you are not comfortable reading adult content.

  Chapter One

  “And one…two…three…and hold!”

  The music pumped out loudly as the room of mostly women, and a handful of men, held their stretches, bent over, bottoms up in the air. They were all at various stages of development and abilities, but Ashleigh was proud of every one of them.

  “And release…nice and slow…and stand…”

  She ran her fingers through her short –and now pretty wet– black hair and grinned at the room, bouncing up and down on her toes and shaking out her limbs.

  Everyone copied her, their red hot, sweaty faces looking relieved to bring the session to a close.

  “You’ve done great, guys!” She laughed buoyantly and ran over to switch off the music, still full of energy despite the intense one-hour work out. Most of the others in the room were all puffed out and ready to drop, but not Ashleigh.

  “I’ll see you all next week!” she called out as her clients began to disperse, a general hum of chit-chat filling the air as they talked about the session, or their plans for the weekend. Her Friday evening sessions were always her favorite. Everyone was in such a good mood and pumped to have a couple of days off work. It was different for Ashleigh though. Being a personal trainer, she often found herself working weekends too, but she didn’t mind. She enjoyed what she did, and operating on a self-employed basis allowed her flexible hours.

  Draping a towel around her neck and taking a swig from her water, Ashleigh headed out the room after the last of her clients, wandering down the corridors of the gym where she worked towards the front desk in the reception area. She needed to clock out and let them know the session was over, and also check when she was next booked in. Tuesday was her next regular session, but she was pretty sure she had a private one booked before that.

  “Hey, Trina,” she smiled at the girl on reception as she arrived.

  Katrina, or Trina, as everyone called her, had quickly become one of Ashleigh’s closest friends since she’d started working at the gym a year and a half ago.

  “Hey, Ash,” Trina grinned back, looking relieved to get a bit of a break from the monotony. Working the reception desk was a pretty boring job, all in all. “How’d it go today?”

  “Yeah, great.”

  “You look a little sweaty.”

  Ashleigh laughed and wiped her forehead with the towel. “Yeah, I’m in severe need of a shower, but just wanted to check about next week.”

  “Uh yeah… one sec…”

  Trina tapped on the keyboard and pulled up Ashleigh’s schedule, while Ash glanced around the reception area and looked up at the TV, catching a glimpse of the latest news headlines. Nothing good, as per usual.

  “Tuesday, you’re in for your spin class…”

  Ashleigh nodded, as Trina continued.

  “Oh wait, and it says here you’ve got a one-to-one with Bryony on Monday morning at 10. That sound right?”

  “Yeah, that was it. Honestly, I couldn’t remember, my mind’s like a sieve these days.”

  “Yeah? Good job I’m here then,” Trina smiled and clicked off the screen. “You got a lot on your mind?”

  “Kinda,” Ashleigh shrugged and took a swig from her water. “I’ll fill you in after my shower; I feel skanky.” In truth, she probably could have told her what was up right then and there, but she had just lost her nerve – again.

  Trina laughed and reluctantly turned her eyes back to her work, not suspecting a thing. “Alright, see you in a bit then.”

  Ashleigh strode off back down the corridor and took a left, disappearing into the changing rooms. She opened up her locker, took out her bag, and found herself a spare shower, letting the hot water wash away all the hard work and any nagging thoughts she had regarding the conversation she was about to have with Trina. She knew her friend wouldn’t take too well to her news, but she hoped she’d be supportive nonetheless.

  She didn’t bother drying off her hair, just patting it with a towel then slicking it back. Having short hair was a real bonus – it dried off so quickly on its own. Next, she got ch
anged into some fresh clothes and stuffed the old sweaty ones in her bag, swinging it over her shoulder. She checked her appearance once in the mirror. She still looked hot, but at least she was hot and clean now, rather than hot and sweaty. Her cheeks were all rosy and fresh; healthy. She grinned at herself, flashing a set of sparkling white teeth, then left the changing rooms and strolled through to the reception at a more leisurely pace, feeling chilled and relaxed after her shower, and in a better frame of mind to be able to talk to Trina.

  “Hey.” She leaned her elbows up on the desk and Trina immediately swung her chair around to face her, crossing her arms over her chest.

  “So…what have you got to tell me? Have you got a boyfriend or something?” She gave a little squeal of anticipated delight. She was always asking Ash whether she’d managed to land herself a boyfriend yet, and the answer was always the same. A resounding no. And she wasn’t interested in that type of thing. Not at the moment. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself. She certainly didn’t want to rush into a relationship after the last handful of disasters. She’d been hurt in the past, and she wasn’t about to walk down that road again anytime soon.

  “Noooo, it’s nothing like that,” she laughed and rolled her eyes in response. “It’s not even…a definite thing yet but…I’ve been thinking about it a lot, which explains why my head’s a bit all over the place right now.”

  “Come on then, spit it out, what is it?”

  “Well, uh… I’ve applied to be a runner on a movie.”

  Trina’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Oh, no way!”

  “Yeah, I just like… I saw this advert, and I just thought, why not? I’ve always wanted to work in the movies and most people start off being runners so…it’s kinda the bottom rung on the ladder type of thing,” she shrugged, trying to play it down. “You basically drive people around, go and get coffee and sandwiches, post mail, print off scripts, odd jobs, you know?”

  “Okay, but like, does that mean you’re gonna be quitting here permanently? How long’s this job last and where’s it filming?”