Billionaire Baby Bump

by Chance Carter

  Jane sees Brad sitting at the table by himself. She wonders if he’s been alone most of his life, given how comfortable he looks sitting there. Jane can relate. She prefers to be by herself more than most people. In fact, most people scare her. She wonders if it’s the same for Brad, but probably not. He has to deal with high-powered people every single day.

  “No, I think I will be fine on my own, thank you,” she responds gracefully. “Thank you.”

  Jane musters up her courage to walk over to Brad. She feels so attracted to him—the way he sits, the dark color of his hair, the way he looks out at the sea.

  He has a strength to him she has never seen before in a man. She feels herself getting nervous and turned on at the same time, the closer she gets to him. She feels moist in her bikini already, and can even smell a waft of her juices. The bottom is crawling up into her crotch and rubbing her in all the right places. She can barely stand it.

  What she would love to do is walk right over to him, kiss him deeply, then sit on the table, spread her legs open, and lay back across the table so he can pull her bottoms off. She wants him to stroke all over her lady bits and slip his fingers inside of her until she screams with pleasure, not caring who is watching.

  She wants him to rub his hands all over her belly while he unzips himself and undoes his belt, driving her wild while she waits for him to push his hard, bulging cock inside of her, fucking her deep and hard, holding her hips and pushing them back and forth while she feels him getting harder and harder, until he comes. Then she wants him to hold himself inside her while she settles down, saying he will never let her go.

  She walks up to Brad, snapping herself out of her daze. He stands up and takes a step back.

  “Wow, you look breathtaking.”

  He stares at her body unapologetically.

  Jane can see that Brad is getting a hard on. Her tits are still perky from her daydreaming, too. She can feel her heart racing a bit faster, and she has no idea what to say other than just fuck me, Brad, right here and right now.

  The server walks up behind them and pulls the chair out for Jane to sit down.

  “Here you go, Madam,” he says respectfully.

  Jane takes her seat and pulls it underneath her.

  Brad sits down on his own and tries to get his composure back. He notices Jane’s hard nipples sticking out against the fabric and the cleavage showing through the dress. God, what he wouldn’t do to just reach over and suck on them, bite them, and make them even harder so she would get wetter underneath those bikini bottoms.

  “Honestly, you look so sexy. You need to know that,” Brad says, unabashedly.

  Jane blushes and looks down.

  “Well, I have to say, I’ve never worn anything so revealing before. I am a bit uncomfortable.”

  “Do you want to change? I don’t want you feeling awkward,” he says, feeling concerned.

  Jane is touched he cares about how she’s feeling. Nobody ever has before.

  “Oh no, really, don’t worry. I’m getting used to it, actually. It’s a whole other side of myself I never knew existed,” she says, smiling a bit coyly.

  He loves when she does that. So innocent, yet she puts in a hint of sexiness when she talks. He loves how she curls her lips up to the side and then looks down bashfully.

  He reaches over for her hand and says, “Please know that if ever you feel uncomfortable, I want to know. It is important to me that you feel good and safe with me always, okay?”

  She nods, looking into his eyes as if for the first time. They have these blue rings around them, highlighting the green on the inside so there is a special intensity to them. Her grandmother would call them ‘bedroom eyes.’ They are that captivating.

  “I promise,” she replies honestly.

  “Good. So, shall we eat?” he says.

  Jane looks around the restaurant and notices that no one else has come to sit for dinner.

  “Is the kitchen even open?” she asks. “We are the only ones here.”

  Brad calmly replies, “Why yes, it is. I made sure we would be the only ones. I wanted to have my first dinner with you alone.”

  Jane looks around, surprised and flattered. He must have paid the restaurant for the amount they would have made if they had more guests.

  “Oh wow, okay. So this is what it’s like to be out with you,” remarks Jane. “I can handle that,” she jokes.

  The server comes to the table with a bottle of cold Chardonnay and starts pouring the wine. Jane asks him for the menu.

  “Mr. Halliwell has already ordered for you both. Lobster with asparagus tops and artichoke salad drizzled with a fine wine rosemary dressing. Would that suffice for you, Madam?”

  Jane is not sure how she feels about him ordering for her, but she can’t refuse this kind of meal. She’s never had lobster before, but she absolutely loves asparagus and artichokes. She wonders how he knew that or if it was a lucky guess.

  “Um, yes, that sounds wonderful. Thank you.”

  Jane looks at Brad in amazement and also with some suspicion.

  “How did you…?” she begins but doesn’t want to come across as rude. “Asparagus and Artichoke hearts are my favorite. I had them for the first time when I came to New York.”

  Brad smiles and says, “Well, my personal assistant did some research. She spoke with your ballet instructor and asked a few questions.”

  That made sense to Jane and it set her heart at ease.

  “Cheers,” Brad said, lifting his glass. “Here’s to a delightful evening together.”

  Chapter 21

  The whole beach is dark, the stars are out, and there is a light breeze that reminds Jane of her summer nights in Utah, except for the sound of water in the background and the taste of salt air. The patio lanterns flicker and Brad and Jane laugh about silly things. They finish the bottle of wine and share a crème brulee. Life tastes so good right now.

  “What’s your favorite color? What was your most embarrassing moment? Who was your first kiss?” Jane asks Brad.

  At the last question, Brad clams up. He remembers Kelly and how it felt when they kissed for the first time. They were at the ice cream store and were sitting outside on a summer night, kind of like this night. She was eating chocolate mint ice cream, and he had pralines and cream.

  She’d had a dab of ice cream on her chin and he leaned over to lick it off. Then he moved up to her lips. His heart jumped through his chest and he felt so excited and in love with her in that moment. He wanted to kiss her forever.

  “You don’t have to tell me who your first kiss was, if you don’t want to,” says Jane.

  “Oh, no, it was a really good memory, that’s all,” replies Brad.

  “Aww… that’s so sweet. Not many guys I’ve met describe it that way.”

  “Well, honestly, it was a special woman named Kelly. She was my first and only love. We were having ice cream together and she dribbled some on her chin.”

  “And let me guess, you moved over and licked her chin and then kissed her,” anticipates Jane.

  “Well yes, that’s exactly what happened,” Brad says with a glint in his eye, feeling like someone finally understands what’s in his heart.

  “Wow Brad, you’ve never been in love since then?” Jane says, surprised. “I would have thought you’d have had the chance to meet any woman in the world.

  Brad doesn’t say anything and Jane realizes how lonely he has been.

  “Well, you know, I’ve never been in love before. You know what they say, it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all,” Jane says, trying to lighten up the conversation. “I can’t imagine how wonderful that must have been for you.”

  Brad isn’t sure how to respond. He doesn’t want Jane to think he is still obsessed with Kelly, and wants to make sure she feels special in her own right, and not like a replacement. This had happened with a few of his dates in the past and had turned into a nightmare.

  “It’s true, I d
id love her, and I am lucky I had a chance to love. Nothing else seems to satisfy me, so I know what I’m looking for now. True love,” Brad shares with sincerity.

  “Wow, that’s amazing.” Jane is impressed, but doesn’t put the pieces together that this is what he’s hoping to have with her. She doesn’t want to pry any further.

  “Hey, do you want go for a late-night swim?” Brad asks playfully, reaching out his hand to take hers. “We don’t want to waste that bikini.”

  Jane reaches back and they head down to the beach, Brad holding Jane’s sandals as they walk barefoot together, hand-in-hand.

  “Tag, you’re it,” Brad says, touching her on the back and running toward the sea. Jane chases after him, stripping off her dress, her white bikini shining in the middle of the night.

  Brad splashes into the water first, then dunks his head under before coming back up. He sees Jane running toward him, kind of awkwardly with her spindly legs and straight waistline. She looks so innocent and beautiful. He could play with her body forever. How he’d love to go up to her and kiss that belly button, grab her by the hips, and lick her all over.

  “Betcha can’t catch me,” Brad screams out. Jane runs toward him and falls right into the water. He swims over before she can catch a breath and lifts her up into his arms, then spins her around.

  Jane waves her arms and legs, laughing, “Let me go! Let me go!”

  “Not until you say the magic word,” says Brad.

  “Please! Pretty please with a cherry on top!” screams Jane.

  “Nope, that’s not the magic word!”

  “Magic?”

  “Nope.”

  “Lobster?”

  “Nope, that’s silly.”

  “Ugh, I give up,” Jane resigns.

  “Well then, I’ll have to hold you forever,” Brad replies.

  “Well, that wouldn’t be so bad,” Jane says smiling. “But eventually you’ll get tired.”

  “The word is kiss,” Brad says, holding her tighter to him.

  “Ah… kiss is it?” she says, smiling.

  “Can I?” Brad asks, taking his chance.

  “Please,” Jane says, happy he finally asked.

  Brad lets her down and pulls Jane toward him, holding her head in his hands and leaning in to kiss her. Jane stands on her tippy toes and melts into him, feeling his warm lips and his tongue playing with hers.

  His strong arms make her feel the safest she has ever felt, knowing he won’t let her go. He lifts her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, holding her up while he kisses her more—on her cheeks, her neck, and back to her mouth, deeply thrusting his tongue into her, wanting more and more.

  Jane holds on tight around his neck and waist. She loves his smell, the taste of his body and his breath. Brad lowers them down into the water, their legs crisscrossing on the sand, the water lapping over them.

  “Wow, you are a great kisser,” says Brad, touching her lightly on the nose.

  “Really?” asks Jane, surprised he would think so.

  “Oh, yes, can’t you tell?” Brad says, pressing her against his hard cock.

  Jane blushes, not sure how to respond but feeling excited herself. She feels his cock pulsing against her. He kisses her neck, getting her more aroused.

  “Let’s stop there,” says Jane, nervous about taking it any further.

  “You sure?” Brad asks, kissing her once more.

  “Yes, I’m sure,” Jane replies, afraid he’s going to think she’s not interested. “I love how you make me feel, perhaps a little too much.”

  “Of course,” Brad says, withdrawing and grabbing her hand to bring her onto the sand. They lay on the beach with the waves lapping against their toes, while Brad holds Jane in his arms. She rests on his chest and looks up at the stars, feeling the vastness of the sky all around them.

  Chapter 22

  They stroll back to the hotel, Brad grabbing her hand to hold it gently.

  “Is that okay?” he asks, not sure if she’s feeling obligated to do so.

  “Yes, of course. It’s nice,” she replies.

  He wraps her up with his jacket so she’s not bare and cold in the hotel lobby. He is taking such good care of her, and Jane is nervous he is going to ask her to have sex and expect her to be with him.

  “I’m going to walk you to your room, okay? Then I’ll come back down to the lobby. I have some work to do,” Brad assures her.

  Jane nods, feeling somewhat relieved, but then confused, wondering if that moment on the beach didn’t matter as much to him as it did to her.

  They are in front of her room, and no one is around but the two of them. Brad reaches his arm above Jane and leans against the wall.

  “I had a really wonderful night tonight. Thanks for taking a dip with me. It’s been a long time since I’ve had that much fun,” Brad says.

  Jane can feel the warmth of his breath against her cool body. The cologne from his jacket wafts around her.

  “The same for me,” Jane responds truthfully. “I don’t think I’ve ever played with anyone like that before.”

  She smiles.

  He lifts up her chin and kisses her lightly on the lips.

  “If you need anything, I’ll be in the lobby, okay? Sweet dreams, Jane Bryden,” whispers Brad in her ear.

  “Sweet dreams to you, Mr. Brad Halliwell.”

  She turns to face her door and puts the card key in the lock while he walks away. She is shaking slightly, and wants to call out his name and pull him into her room, take off all his clothes, and push him down on the soft down bed.

  She knows she can’t and she shouldn’t, but God, she wants to feel that hard cock against her one more time.

  She goes into her room and on the bed there is a small box wrapped in a bow.

  I wonder who puts these things here when I’m out, she wonders.

  She opens the box and inside is a purple, sparkly vibrator. The kind that has a bend on the end, and a note that says ‘I want you to use this and orgasm five times before you come to breakfast tomorrow morning.’

  Cheeky devil, thinks Jane. This guy is slick.

  Jane opens the package and goes to the bathroom to wash up.

  She looks at herself in the mirror. Her hair is wet and pulled down. Her bikini is damp, and she has sand all over her belly, thighs, and on her face. She sees a wild woman, someone she does not recognize at all.

  “Who are you, Jane Bryden? Who have you become?”

  She stares into her eyes and she no longer sees the naive, wispy, insecure girl in the scary big world. She’s attractive, bold, desired, sexy, and doing something totally and utterly crazy for the first time in her life.

  She leans forward, looks at her cleavage in the mirror with the white bikini top tight against her boobs, her nipples peeking through. She rubs one tit, getting herself excited. She reaches down into her bikini bottom and starts circling her fingers around her clit, stroking her fingers in and out with her hips rotating, getting horny.

  She imagines Brad walking in, saying nothing, and coming up behind her, ripping those bottoms off and sticking his cock into her pussy from behind while looking at her in the mirror. She would catch eyes with him as if to say, ‘give me more and more and more. Don’t stop fucking me, I want you to fuck my heart out until it hurts so badly. I want you to make me moan and scream and lose total control. I want you to throw me up against the wall and pound me so hard, I can’t take it anymore.’

  Jane pulls out the vibrator and turns it on high. She pulls her bottoms down and massages herself all around, pushing it in and out of her pussy while playing with her clit with the other hand.

  She knows Brad’s cock would be bigger and harder than this, but she loves fantasizing that it is him penetrating her now.

  She stands with her legs wide open, leaning over the counter, watching herself in the mirror as she pushes her hands back and forth. She breathes heavier and deeper, faster now.

  “Uggghhhhhh… aaahhhhhh… mmmmmm…”


  She gushes with juiciness.

  “Brad Halliwell, get over here and fuck me hard,” she says into the mirror, wishing he were on the other side of the door, listening in and stroking his cock. She wishes he would just get to it and give it to her.

  The vibrator goes deeper, and Jane leans her head back and moans hard as she comes, dripping down her thighs. She goes over to the bed and flops on it.

  “One down, four to go,” she says aloud. “Wow, Brad, I can barely keep up with you.”

  Jane takes off her bikini, grabs a glass of cold water and lays on the bed, stark naked. She looks at her body in the mirror and actually likes it. Her nipples are a nice pink. Her small breasts have a sweet, round shape to them. She likes the thinness of her legs and the smoothness of her skin.

  She tenderly rubs her body, her neck, and her hair. She caresses her bum. She reaches down and lightly touches the lips of her pussy, as if feeling it for the first time.

  She rubs her palms on her pubic bones, giving herself a light massage. Breathing lightly, she sighs as she is getting all tingly while the sea breeze is blowing in through the windows.

  She slowly gets herself to orgasm with the vibrator by rubbing it all over her body. She feels a wash of peace and love take over her. She falls asleep, knowing she has to make time for three more orgasms in the morning before she meets Brad for breakfast.

  Chapter 23

  Brad goes back down to the restaurant and can’t stop thinking about Jane. He can still taste her kiss and feel her pressing against him.

  He knows he has to get back to work and focus on what’s important, yet he still feels turned on by what could have been possible with her on the beach.

  What would it have been like if he could have taken off those cute bikini bottoms while they were on the shallow end of the beach, both of them sitting upright, his legs straight while she straddled him, her tits pressed against his chest, the water lapping against her pussy.

  “Sir, would you like me to set up the dining room area for you to work?”

  “Ah, yes, thank you. That would be greatly appreciated.”