Becoming Daddy: A Billionaire's Baby Romance

by Banks, R. R.

  I took my hand away from the leg that I had been holding to the mattress and flattened it on her stomach. I could feel her hands moving just above mine and I looked up to see her unbuttoning her sweater and peeling it away. I paused my attention long enough to allow her to slip the skirt of her dress under her hips, and then I leaned around her to unzip her dress. In an instant she was beautifully, delectably bare and she lay back again, obviously eager for more of the worshipful attention that I wanted to give her. I rested my hand back to where it had been before sliding it up to grasp her breast. My palm encompassed it and squeezed, pulling down slightly as if drawing her deeper into my mouth. I looked up again to see Eleanor bite down on her bottom lip to muffle her sounds and I lifted my head away from her.

  "No. Let me hear you," I whispered. “I want to hear you like I used to on the island.”

  I ran my hand down her stomach again to roll my thumb across the sensitive peak of her clit and delved my tongue into her. In an instant, I felt her crashing into a climax that tore a scream from her. I took my mouth away from her and pressed my fingers into her body to replace my tongue. I groaned at the feeling of her walls contracting around them and massaged gently, continuing the waves of pleasure for her until I felt her relax. I withdrew my hand.

  "Move up a little," I told her and Eleanor crawled backwards resting back as she had been when she first got onto the bed.

  I walked around to the side of the bed and gazed down at her, wanting to take every inch of her in, to remember her exactly this way as I undressed, remembering the way that she had stood over me just like this, undressing torturously slowly, in the cavern during the storm on the island. A moment later I was poised over her, my hips settling between her thighs. Her eyes locked firmly on mine, Eleanor opened her legs further and I plunged into her, filling her and moaning at the indulgence of the feeling of her wet, hot body closing around me for the first time without a condom between us. Eleanor drew her legs up and looped her arms around my neck, bracing herself as I pumped into her hard and fast, unable to control myself in the pure ecstasy of Eleanor. I closed my eyes and groaned, pressing up on my arms so that my upper body remained hovered over her.

  I bent my elbows slightly to duck my head toward her and touched my mouth to her neck, my tongue roving the soft dip of her throat. Eleanor tilted her hips up to meet my thrusts, whimpering with each deep stroke.

  I slammed into her, appreciating the way she lifted her hips with each stroke as if trying to drive me deeper into her. Her body was delectable, both familiar and exquisitely new, comfortable and yet thrilling to discover. I took her arms from around my neck and rolled, bringing Eleanor along with me so that she landed straddling my hips. The position made it easy to watch her face as she rode me, my hands holding her waist firmly so that I could guide and control her rhythm. The sweet little cupcakes of her breasts bounced with each impaling thrust and I reached up to hold one. Eleanor's sounds increased at my touch and I rolled my palm over her nipple to intensify the feeling.

  When her movements slowed, I sat up and lifted her off of me.

  "Get on your knees," I told her.

  She rose up onto her knees and I got behind her, positioning my knees on either side of her feet. I ran my hand down her back while slipping the other around her hip. In one smooth movement, I pulled her hips backwards toward me and pressed her upper body forward so that she landed on her hands, letting out a little cry of surprise and then moaning with pleasure. I entered her again, savoring the tighter grip and different angle afforded by this position.

  Eleanor threw her head back as I rocked her back and forth along my engorged cock, pounding so intensely her moans rose to sharp, short cries each time my hips met hers and I had to bite down into my bottom lip to slow down the dizzying pleasure that was building through me. I didn’t want it to end too quickly. I wanted more of her, and wanted to give her more of myself. I reached forward with my other hand and removed the tie that held her hair behind her head. I tossed it aside and dug my hand into her thick, glossy hair. She shook it back so that it tumbled onto her back, seeming to tempt me with it.

  I wound her hair around my hand to grip it and groaned as I pulled back on it. Eleanor gasped and arched back against me, forcing me harder into her. Pulling slightly harder, but not enough that I felt like I might be hurting her, I guided her backwards so she raised off of her hands and sat upright on her knees, molding her body back against mine so that I could feel all of her gentle curves against my sweaty skin.

  Releasing her hair, I grasped her breast and wrapped my other hand around her waist to stroke her clit. Eleanor's cries surrounded me and her arm came up to wrap tightly around my neck again as if to hold me closer. I turned my head to lick her neck, briefly biting down onto her earlobe. I sat still on my knees and she rocked harder and faster against me. I tightened my arm around her ribcage to hold her firmly to my chest so I could start to pump my hips to meet hers.

  Her sounds became frantic and suddenly Eleanor screamed, clamping down on me. The sensation of the hard, powerful contractions rippling through her pushed me over the edge and I roared as a mind-blowing orgasm rocketed through me. I thrust into her one final, hard time and felt myself pouring into her, filling her. When the most intense feelings subsided, I sat back on my heels and brought her down to sit on my lap. Still buried inside her, I kissed along the side of her neck as Eleanor rolled her hips slightly, nestling harder against me as we both rode out our climaxes.

  I ran my hands along her thighs and her sweat-damp belly, enjoying the soft slickness of her skin and the feeling of her labored breath. I felt like I could have stayed that way forever, the cool air from outside bringing down the sizzling heat of our skin as we fully melded together. Soon, though, I lowered her to the bed and settled beside her, curling her around me so that our legs tangled and my arms held her tightly against me. We needed to get some sleep. The rest of our honeymoon started in the morning and I didn’t want to miss a single moment of it. We had both missed too much to ever miss anything else.

  THE END

  ACCIDENTAL daddy (Sample)

  A Billionaire’s Baby Romance

  By R.R. Banks

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  She gave me her innocence. I gave her a baby.

  As a billionaire, I’m used to getting what I want.

  And that night I wanted her.

  It was only supposed to be a one night stand.

  No names, no numbers, only searing passion and lust.

  I took her virginity.

  Felt her sweet submission.

  I knew she was meant to be mine.

  To touch. To command.

  But she left before I woke the next morning.

  It’s been a year and I find out that she has something that belongs to me.

  Lorelei, my daughter.

  I will do everything in my power to find her.

  Make her mine.

  And complete our family.

  Will I get my family or is one night all I’ll have forever?

  Chapter One

  Beatrice

  “I’m not wearing a thong and bra in public no matter how much fake fur you glue to it.”

  “I’ve taken your laundry out of the dryer before. I hold it in good authority that you wear thongs in public all the time.”

  I glared at my roommate as she reached for her hot glue gun again and continued adding patches of black faux fur to her own barely-existent panties.

  “Under clothing, Nia. I wear thongs under clothing. Oddly enough, the same thing goes for my bras. I’m funny like that with underwear.”

  “Oh, come on, Bea. It’s Halloween. Loosen up a little.”

  I hated that she called me Bea. It made me feel like I should be wearing shoulder pads and eating cheesecake.

  “I am loosened,” I argued. “I agreed to go to your party this year, didn’t I?”

  “Only after
I held it over your head for the last two years and started my unrelenting campaign of persuasion in June.”

  She means nagging.

  “The point is, I’m going. I will finally bear witness to the famous Nia Johnson Halloween Extravaganza. But I’m still not wearing a fur-covered thong and calling myself a koala.”

  “A sexy koala.”

  “Koalas aren’t sexy. They are furry little grey marsupials that eat eucalyptus.”

  “So, toss a breath mint in their mouths and they’ll smell like your linen spray. It doesn’t matter. They’re adorable, and on Halloween anything that is adorable can be turned into something sexy. That’s just how it works.”

  “Not with me. I haven’t dressed up for Halloween in years and the last time that I did I was wondering which costume would get me the most candy from my neighbors.”

  “Well, now you get to decide what costume is going to get you the most treats from the sexy men that are coming to my party,” Nia said with a mischievous smile.

  “Sexy?” I asked. “Does that mean that they are dressing up like koalas, too?”

  She shot me a glare that rivaled my own.

  “No,” she said. “These are some of the very powerful, very handsome, and very eligible men who frequent the hotel.”

  In this instance I could only assume “eligible” was Nia’s codeword for wealthy. The hotel where she worked specifically catered to those with discerning tastes. That only worked to make me further question why any of them would want to come to the bawdy, decidedly unsophisticated Halloween bash my roommate was known for and where I knew she was hoping to rope one of them in. I wasn’t nearly as enthusiastic as she was. The truth was that I rarely went out of the house, wore clothing that actually covered most of my skin, and used thongs only for the purpose for which they were designed – allowing me to wear close-fitting pants and skirts at work without falling victim to the ultimate shame of the visible panty line. All of this added to distinctly less excitement for the upcoming party that Nia was having, but I had already committed to attending this year. We had gone through ideas for several costumes, and so far, koala was the frontrunner.

  “I am not putting my ass on display in front of men I don’t know, even if you make me mittens and furry ears to accompany it.”

  Nia let out an exasperated sigh.

  “Then what’s your idea? Because you have to have a costume. It’s absolutely required.”

  Somehow, I didn’t see her enforcing that rule on the men she had invited, requiring them to don plastic super hero suits or construction worker outfits that would put the Village People to shame.

  “I was thinking I could be a bee.”

  Nia looked at me like I said that I was going to dress as Halloween itself.

  “You can’t do that.”

  “Why not?”

  “No one named Bea is allowed to dress as a bee,” she said with all the authority of someone quoting a historic treaty.

  “Well, that’s good, then, because my name’s not Bea.”

  “Look, Mrs. Potter, you’re not wearing stripes and running around my apartment buzzing at people.”

  I didn’t know if I should commend her for knowing that there was a Potter of relevance before Harry, or if I should correct her for apparently not knowing that person’s name. I went with correcting.

  “Bea- trix ,” I said. “Her name is Beatrix.”

  “That’s so much better,” Nia said. “Your name should be Beatrix.”

  “You know what? I’ll just go right on back in time and let my parents know to make that little tweak. Be back in a bit.”

  I started for the door, intending on hiding in my section of the house that I shared with Nia and one other woman until November.

  “Fine,” Nia said. “You don’t have to be a koala. But you aren’t going as a bee, either. We’ll figure something out.” She glanced at her phone to check the time. “You want to run to the grocery store with me? I want to grab a few things for the party.”

  “It’s midnight,” I said.

  She shrugged.

  “So?”

  **

  There’s something almost unsettling about the glowing interior of a 24-hour grocery store in the middle of the night that always makes me a bit hesitant before I go inside them after a certain hour. There wasn’t anything like this back home and even though I had been living what my grandfather would call a highfalutin life out where such wonders were commonplace for a few years now, I still wasn’t entirely accustomed to them. The doors sliding open always felt just a shade too much like I was being lured into something that looked like it was holding promises of fabulous things, but was really only holding mischief and mayhem…and calories.

  “I love midnight grocery shopping,” Nia said as the sliding doors parted before her and light that should have been accompanied by angels singing burst out toward us.

  Of course, you do.

  I blinked against the sudden contrast between the vibrant light and the darkness that we had been walking through in the parking lot as I stepped inside the store. The floors were shimmering from a new layer of wax that had just been put down by those hopeful workers who I felt must go into their shifts each night hoping that no one will do something as nonsensical as shop for groceries in the middle of the night and ruin all of the hard work that creates approximately 10 minutes of pristine perfection in the store. I had the compulsion to take off my shoes and slide down the cereal aisle in my socks, and knew that the craftiness of the 24-hour store was getting to me. I had to wonder what had happened in our society that created a need that could only be filled with the ever-present availability of high fat snack foods, high fiber cereals, and a fully-stocked pharmacy section.

  I watched as Nia gathered several bags of Halloween candy from the towering display at the front of the store and then headed directly for a nearby table filled with pumpkin spice cake rolls, cookies, and all other means of autumnal sweets. It was that time of year when the combination of gourd, cinnamon, and nutmeg rose up and tried to take over all of civilization. I was fairly certain if I looked long enough I would find pumpkin spice dental floss and edible underwear. Possibly not in the same store, but likely similar customer bases.

  Nia grabbed an armful of the sweets and then headed for the doors again, coming back with a cart so she could manage more of a haul.

  “You want me to eat all of that and also wear three threads short of nothing to your party?” I asked.

  “Is this a party that anyone is invited to?”

  A slick, hinting voice from behind me made my stomach roll slightly. Nia glanced over my shoulder then at me, her expression incredulous.

  “Are you serious?” Nia whispered, but my eyes were closed as I shook my head, trying to convince myself that this wasn’t really happening. “Is this guy actually trying to pick you up?”

  Taking a resolute breath, I turned to face the dark, perpetually slumbering eyes that made me feel instantly self-conscious and brought a sharp pain into the middle of my chest.

  “Hello,” I said.

  A familiar, tugging feeling in my gut made me blush and scold my biological makeup for its shameless reaction to the man that was staring at me. The pain should be enough to take away that feeling, but it wasn’t. It was there, just like it always was, and I hated myself for it.

  “Hi, there.” Gregory’s eyes scanned my body. “Are you heading home or just going out?”

  “Home.”

  How could he do this to me? How could he fucking do this to me? Just go away.

  “Want some company?”

  Why now? Why not three years ago?

  Nia gasped, then became deeply engrossed in an investigation of the seasonal desserts.

  “I’m sorry,” I told him, looping an arm through Nia’s and pulling her closer, “I’m having a slumber party tonight. No boys allowed.”

  Gregory laughed the laugh that used to melt me and approached me. Cupping a hand around my face
he leaned down to kiss me. His lips felt like they seared mine, bringing tears to my eyes and the same sick feeling to my belly. I had to fight the reaction that rushed up within me, not wanting to make a scene in the middle of the store. He brought his mouth to my ear, close enough that I could feel his breath on me as he spoke.

  “I’m jealous,” he whispered and walked away.

  I restrained myself long enough for Gregory to get out of the aisle before flailing around like a cat climbing out of water, trying to shake away the feeling of his eyes, his hand, his lips.

  “Are you freakin’ kidding me?” Nia asked, sharply depositing another box of pumpkin pastry into the cart. She stared at me and then in the direction Gregory had sauntered for a second before adding a container of caramel and another bag of candy. “Did that man seriously just do that? I’ve spent three months planning a Halloween party in hopes of getting a little bit of trick or treat action, you don’t even want to go to it, and you still get a guy just ringing the hell out of your doorbell. Are you wearing some sort of neon ‘open’ sign that is only visible to men? And, if so, can I get the dealer’s number?”

  With that Nia snatched a bag of licorice and started with a resolute stride toward a rack of fudge sauce she likely had plans for that I didn’t want to know about. I sincerely wished that there was some way that I could transfer any of the attention to her. That way I wouldn’t have to deal with him and maybe she would consider canceling the Halloween party before I had to go to it. Of course, that would mean that she would be afflicted by Gregory, and that’s not something I would wish on an enemy, much less a friend.

  “That was not a new one,” I assured her, picking my shoe up off the floor where my convulsions had flung it, “That was Gregory.”

  Nia stopped and peered over her shoulder at me. A sympathetic look had taken over the angry glare.

  “Oh, that was Gregory.”