5+Us Makes Seven_A Nanny Single Dad Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  Our next step, a child, made sense. Would he want more than one? How many did I want? I’d been an only child and always had missed not having a sibling.

  All other thoughts vacated my mind as he kissed me, running his hands up and down my body, touching and teasing every spot that drove me wild. We knew each other so well.

  I stroked his magnificent cock, unable to believe it had been over seven years since he had first come into my life. His hand moved between my legs, his fingers brushing against my mound.

  My moans filled the air as he took me right there on the stairs. Some might not think it romantic or sexy. As Cooper himself would say, “Whatever.” His cock slid inside me without a condom.

  Long, hard, slick, it slipped in and out, thrusting harder and faster as I lost myself in the moment. He filled me completely, became a part on me. Somehow, we had rekindled that initial animal lust we’d found.

  I thought of having his son or daughter. I thought of growing old with him. Then I forgot how to think at all as he fucked me like a meteor the size of Detroit was coming and there was no tomorrow.

  He slowed, staring into my eyes.

  “Sore?” I asked, smiling.

  “I’m getting so old so quick.”

  “We are not getting old. Let’s go upstairs.”

  I swayed my ass back and forth then giggled gleefully as he squeezed the left cheek and slapped the other, not hard enough to sting.

  “We want to make this a happy baby, not some fifty shades of gray baby,” I said, glancing over my shoulder as I reached the top of the stairs.

  He grinned.

  “We’re gonna make the happiest, cutest, smartest, and funniest baby ever.”

  “Here’s hoping they get the best from both of us.”

  I stopped and kissed him, stroking his baby-maker to keep it hard.

  Our master bedroom in our Colonial was a welcome sight. We made our way to the bed, stealing kisses as if it were our first night together. The sex was the same, technically, but we were different people.

  As we grew closer together with each passing day, our love for each other blossomed. I could not imagine a world without him in it.

  He slid his cock into me as I laid on my back with my legs held up by his broad shoulders. The friction sent tingles of pleasure through my body.

  The break to come upstairs had somehow heightened my senses. As he fucked me hard, fast, and without protection, I stared into his eyes.

  We kept eye contact, both of us breathing heavily. My hard nipples rubbed against his hard body as it moved up and down while he fucked me.

  “Coop…”

  His eyes closed as he came. I did the same half-a-second later. Our bodies, connected, writhed in pleasure as the orgasms washed over us. He slowed his strokes then stopped.

  Still inside me, he bent his head and kissed me on the lips. While I would never know for certain if that was the night we conceived, I had a hunch.

  He pulled out then collapsed on the bed next to me. Every major stage of our relationship had contained hot, passionate sex. Would either of us ever grow tired of it?

  “You’re thinking too much again,” he said then moaned in contentment.

  “Probably. That was so…I mean, we almost never…”

  “I know, baby. Amazing. Like the first time. My best time.”

  We cuddled on the bed a while before I reached down and grabbed his cock with my fingers. He groaned and turned his head to kiss me. The process started again.

  By the end of the year, I had our first child, a girl named Violet Gauge Anderson.

  We both loved her more than anything else in the world, and we proved it daily for the rest of our lives. Things didn’t always work out our way, but we stood by each other until the end.

  Dr. Boss

  A Doctor Billionaire Romance

  By Ivy Blake

  1

  Bryce

  “We’re expecting a drop of market prices after the new year,” Daniel, one of my backers said as he flipped through the pages of the documents in front of him.

  “Daniel is right,” George, his colleague, added, glancing at me over the rims of his glasses. “Take a shot after the new year. This is your perfect chance.”

  I reclined in my chair, looking around the conference room as I considered my choices, my chest tight with excitement.

  I was a doctor first, but I also owned the hospital now, which was bringing me loads of cash each year and had made me a billionaire. It was time to expand, so I’d scheduled this meeting with my investors to discuss the market and go over the hospitals I could buy.

  This was a huge project, but I was more than ready to step up my game and invest in new assets.

  “We found a few hospitals that might interest you.” Tommy, the third member of the trio, mentioned, sparking my interest.

  “You did? Are you sure they fulfill all my requirements?”

  “Absolutely. We’ve checked the reductions in their net revenue and their networks. Two of them are merged.”

  Tommy slid a stack of papers toward me, and I checked the one on the top, skimming over the lines of text beneath the photos of the property. “And their locations?”

  “They’re pretty good. You probably won’t have to make any adjustments of the prices, which can bring you an influx of patients from the start.”

  “Good. I wouldn’t want them to turn to another provider just because they have to ante up a lot of money to use our services.”

  “You don’t have to worry. I’m positive it will be a win-win situation.”

  My phone vibrated in my pocket for the fifth time since the start of the meeting, and I knew I couldn’t ignore it anymore. Rolling my eyes, I stood up and excused myself before I went out of the conference room.

  I fished my phone out, already knowing I would see my mother’s name on the screen, and reached a secluded corner in the hallway.

  “Hello, Mom,” I answered, preparing myself for the flood of high-pitched words that would come out of her mouth in the next few minutes.

  “Bryce! Finally! I feel like I’ve been trying to reach you for ages!”

  She had been trying to reach me ten times for the last three hours, which I wouldn’t quite call “ages”, but that was beside the point.

  “Yeah, well I’m busy right now, Mom.”

  “Oh, nonsense! You’re always busy! You act like you have no mother! And you know what time of the year is now? We haven’t seen you in a while, darling, and we miss you so much. Will you come home? How have you been?”

  Taking a deep breath, I rubbed my forehead tiredly. I was supposed to get used to her loud voice and tons of energy she exuded, but it always wore me down quickly. I had to admire my father’s strong nerves, he had been putting up with her for almost forty years.

  I let out a short chuckle. “You just asked twenty questions in a ridiculously short amount of time.”

  “There you go again. Anyway, you’re coming home for your father’s 60th, right? It would be so nice to have you here, and we can finally all be together again. You are not going to work or something? You evaded us the last year—”

  “I didn’t evade you,” I interrupted her, not surprised in the slightest that she was reproaching me for something that wasn’t even my fault. She’d been mentioning his last birthday this whole year. “I had an emergency case and I couldn’t leave the hospital.”

  “But you have so many colleagues who can replace you.”

  “Yes, but as you know, I’m the best here.”

  And I wasn’t exaggerating. This was the thing I took pride in the most—my reputation. I’d worked extremely hard since my college days, planning to become the best in my field. My hard work had paid off, allowing me to buy a hospital, which was my biggest success so far.

  On the other hand, I was required to work harder than ever, choosing to see my patients even though I owned the place, making sure they had the top-quality care. In other words, I had to sacrif
ice some things—like spending holidays with my family.

  “Oh, Bryce. What will I do with you? I can’t stay mad at you for too long. So? Will you be joining us?”

  I nodded at one of my coworkers who passed next to me, mouthing my greeting to him, when a perfect idea formed in my head. “Yeah, Mom. Sure. I’ll come.”

  She squealed, sounding more like a teenager than a woman in her mid-sixties. “You will?! Is that a promise, honey?”

  Cue the eye roll. “It’s a promise, Mom. I’ll definitely be there for Dad’s big birthday.”

  “Oh, thank heavens! Roger!” she called my father, who was probably in the living room, where he spent most of his time watching sports. “Guess what? We’re finally going to get to spend some time with Bryce!”

  I heard him mutter something inscrutable, equally indifferent about this matter as I was.

  “I’ll prepare your favorite dishes,” she continued, “You’ll see.”

  “Thanks, Mom. I can’t wait. Now I have to go, okay? I’m in the middle of the meeting, and they are waiting for me.”

  “Sure. Just make sure not to overdo it, alright?”

  Ruth Evander was something else. She was one of the most cheerful people you could ever meet, her round, chubby face always smiling and warm, so you had to love her, but at the same time she could be such a pain in the neck.

  “I’m thirty-four years old, Mom. You don’t have to tell me those things anymore.”

  “I’ll always tell you those things because you’re my son and I’ll always worry about you.”

  Right. I was talking to the wall here. “Sure. Okay, now I have to go. I’ll talk to you later.”

  “Bye, Bryce. Love you.”

  “Love you too, Mom.”

  I returned to the conference room and mumbled my apology as I took my seat, deciding to put my new idea into motion right now.

  “Say, is there anything of interest near Denver?”

  Tommy and George glanced at each other, their eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “Hm, not that I know of,” Tommy replied. “Have you heard about anything, George?”

  George took off his glasses, shaking his head. “No. Nothing recently. Why?”

  “That’s my hometown, so I thought to search for something in or around it.”

  “Actually, there is,” Daniel piped up, standing and pulling a packet from the stack of papers. “A local hospital is going up for sale an hour from there. It’s in your price range, and it’s a decent location. Not as good as some of the others but…”

  “Great. Then I’ll go and see it.”

  We concluded our meeting a couple of minutes later, which left me enough time to go back to my office and prepare for the interview for my new personal assistant.

  My last one quit randomly, leaving me with a pile of work I wasn’t able to deal with on my own. She had chosen the worst time to leave, and I barely had time these days to set up the interviews and find someone to replace her.

  I was hoping to meet the appropriate candidate today because anything else would result in skipping another event with my family, and I was sure my mother wouldn’t forgive that a second time.

  The knocks on my door pulled me out of my thoughts, right before my secretary brought the first guy in.

  “Good afternoon, sir,” he said.

  My eyes skimmed over his dull attire, wondering how on earth he thought his dark green tweed suit was even remotely good-looking. It screamed “incompetent” to me.

  “Good afternoon, Mr.?”

  “Thompson. I’m Jacob Thompson.”

  “It’s nice to meet you Mr. Thompson. I’m Dr. Bryce Evander.” We shook hands. I didn’t fail to notice how feeble his grip was.

  “Please, take a seat.” I motioned at the chair across from me.

  He sat down and put his briefcase next to him on the floor.

  It didn’t take long for me to realize that our interview was a waste of time. His answers were short, vague, and so dull that I almost yawned a few times. He had majored in a field that had nothing to do with business administration, and he didn’t seem eager at all.

  “Why did you apply for this position?”

  He shrugged his shoulders, which ticked me off, but my face remained blank. What the hell was that reaction for?

  “You don’t know?” I tried extracting anything from him.

  He shrugged his shoulders again before he looked around my office, as in the search of an answer. I was seconds away from losing my patience with him.

  “Well, I wanted to try something new. I love challenges.”

  “So you’re saying you applied for this position because you want to challenge yourself with something new?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you don’t have any previous experience in this field?”

  He shook his head. “No, but I’m a quick learner.”

  “Since you’re always looking for new challenges, what would happen if you got a good opportunity to change your job?”

  He opened his mouth to answer, but then he clamped it shut, realizing he had walked into his own trap. I decided to end this early.

  “You see, Mr. Thompson, I need a dedicated person in my team. I need someone I can delegate important tasks to. Someone I can rely on. You don’t quite fit that profile. So, I don’t want to take up any more of your time. Thank you for applying. Have a nice day.”

  I’d almost expected him to shrug his shoulders in response. “Okay. I-I understand. Thank you,” he replied and dragged himself out of my office.

  I ran my hand through my hair. I should tone down my frustration. The next candidate had to be better than this one. I glanced at their profile and read the name on the top—Chloe Lewis. There was no picture, but from what I could see, she could fit the profile of the assistant I was looking for. She’d majored in business management, and she had high aspirations. From what I could see she seemed way more enthusiastic than Mr. Shrugging Shoulders.

  The second my secretary ushered her in, I’ve completely forgotten about the previous guy—or anything else for that matter—only able to think of how hot she was. Holly hell.

  My eyes traveled down her body in a sexy black suit, relishing in the view. She was shorter and petite, but she had all the right curves. Her breasts were lush, spilling out of the top of her shirt, and my dick responded immediately. Her blonde hair fell down her back in waves, and I could only imagine how good it would feel to thread my fingers through those silky strands. I grew harder when I noticed her killer legs in pumps. Shifting on my chair, I tried to adjust myself without her noticing it.

  “Good afternoon,” she said in a melodious voice.

  “Good afternoon. Miss Lewis, right?” I pointed at her profile on my desk.

  She offered me a polite smile. “That’s right. I’m Chloe Lewis. It’s nice to meet you.”

  “It’s nice to meet you too, Miss Lewis. I’m Dr. Bryce Evander.”

  I accepted her handshake, wrapping my fingers firmly around her delicate hand, hoping my hard on wasn’t visible to her. She returned my gaze, and my pulse accelerated. Her dark brown eyes were unusually captivating.

  Before I could move, her gaze lowered, checking me out not so subtly. Blood hummed in my veins when I spotted a flash of desire in her eyes, which told me she wasn’t immune to me either. That was good to know.

  As if she had realized only now that she was gawking at me, she stepped away and glanced at her feet, a faint blush covering her cheeks.

  “Take a seat, Miss Lewis.”

  “Thank you.”

  I waited for her to sit down before I did the same. “Thank you for applying. Can you tell me something about yourself?”

  “Yes. Well, I have a degree in business management. It’s what I’m passionate and the most knowledgeable about. I have a couple of years of experience in this field, but I decided to quit my previous job since there was no opportunity for me to grow there.”

  “Do you consider yourself ambitious?
”

  “Absolutely. I’m really driven, and I want a career for myself. I believe in hard work and the results it brings. Since I am an organized person, I’m able to complete my tasks successfully, always striving to improve.”

  Not even a minute into this interview, and I was already impressed because she’d gotten another string to her bow. She was good looking, she had the right degree, and she was shrewd and ambitious—all of these were the traits I highly appreciated.

  “What motivates you?”

  As soon as she continued talking, I got lost in her smooth, rapt voice. My gaze flickered to her full lips with red lipstick, and my cock responded again. I wanted her. I wanted her right now, and just like that, I formed a fantasy in my head.

  “So, what exactly is your working experience?”

  It was hard to focus on her answer when all I wanted right now was to remove that suit from her and run my hands all over her body. I wanted to feel her gorgeous breasts and...

  “So that is why I hope to get the opportunity to work for you.”

  Right. I had to focus on the here and now, but it was damn hard. I cleared my throat, clenching my fist on my lap. My hard-on was raging. “Where do you see yourself in five years?” My voice had sounded a bit husky, but I couldn’t be sure if she’d detected the change or not.

  Her beautiful eyes connected with mine, sending a wave of heat through me. I wondered what they would look like when she came. I imagined screwing her over my desk, burying myself deep inside of her as she screamed my name and begged me to fuck her harder.

  I wanted to look at her ass as I pounded into her from behind, moving my hand over her spine on my way to her delicate neck... I would grab her beautiful hair and hold her in place as I showed her what the real pleasure was, all the while toying with her responsive nipples and pussy.

  Fuck. I didn’t remember the last time I was this hard.

  She stopped talking, which pulled me out of my reverie. If she only knew what kind of thoughts were running through my mind right now...