The Billionaire's Baby 1: A Single Dad Romance

by Lila Bella

  “Look who came back from the dead, man.” Lane stood up and shook my outstretched hand, pulling me in for a quick embrace.

  “Good to see ya, Jude.” Pittman clasped my hand in his, an unlit cigar jutting out from between his lips.

  “Still not smoking?”

  He pulled it out and looked at it. “Nah, but don’t tell me that.” He winked and placed the cigar back in his mouth. He’d claimed that as long as he held onto one, he felt like he was smoking, even if he never lit it.

  “Have a seat, Jude. There’s room if these guys will scoot over.” Jay forced the others to make room.

  As I squeezed in, a waitress in a cute little black skirt stopped by to take my order. She reminded Pittman of the city’s strict ban on smoking in public places, and he held up the unlit cigar, reminding her he hadn’t been smoking the whole time he was inside.

  “Don’t mind him.” I touched her arm lightly, drawing her attention to myself and speaking in a low tone. “We’ll make sure he doesn’t light it.”

  “Thanks. What can I get for you, doll?”

  She put a hand on her waist and cocked her hip with the kind of attitude I would have expected at a dive bar, not a place like Tic-Toc. I liked it, her attitude presented a kind of challenge. The challenge, of course, was going to be getting around it.

  “A Scotch on the rocks.”

  “Not playing around tonight, huh?”

  Lane raised his glass in response to my order and drained it in one gulp. He held it up to our waitress and gave it a little shaking, rattling the ice inside.

  “Coming right up, doll.” She smiled down at me, but then she shot Lane a resentful look. Something told me he’d been shaking his glass at her all night.

  “I take it this means you got a nanny like we suggested,” Pittman remarked.

  “Nah, he got a babysitter. If he had a nanny, he’d be at home banging her right now, tearing that young, inexperienced ass up.”

  Lane held his glass up to his mouth, trying to get anything that might have been left in there.

  “Funny. I got a nanny, but I’m trying to keep it professional with her. I don’t want to get mixed up with her, man. It’s still too soon.”

  I told myself it was a good thing I at least knew the right things to say, even if I hadn’t been abiding by these rules.

  “Too soon?” Jay laughed and shook his head.

  “Now’s the time, Jude. If I were you, I’d be hitting it every time she put the baby down.”

  “I mean, if you’re not hitting it, our waitress is pretty hot, and don’t think we didn’t see the way she looked at ya.”

  “Okay. Lane, I’m not banging the nanny.” Even though I totally was. “And, Pittman, I’m not going to try to take our waitress home, man.”

  As if on cue, she appeared out of the dim light of the bar and set my drink on the table. She reached across me and traded glasses with Lane, delivering a fresh drink and taking his empty one.

  She didn’t say anything, but she glanced at me and our eyes met. She was blushing as she turned to walk away.

  The guys erupted in laughter. I sipped my drink and chuckled with them. It was like old times, and I had Hollie to thank for it, of course.

  Despite her mistake that afternoon, if it hadn’t been for her, I would have been at the house losing my mind. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to watch my daughter; I just didn’t know what to do with an infant.

  “So, have you heard anything out of your ex?” Of course Jay was the one to bring her up.

  Lane nailed him in the shoulder, causing him to spill his drink, which, in turn, caused Lane and Pittman to howl with laughter.

  “Come on, guys. I just had this suit cleaned from the last time.”

  “Guys, let’s chill out a bit. No, I haven’t heard from her.” I shook my head and shrugged.

  “Don’t encourage him, Jude. He won’t shut up about her if you let him get started. You know how he is.” Lane took a sip of his drink and shook his head, scowling at Jay for bringing Marie up.

  “It’s fine. These are real concerns. I mean, she abandoned our daughter, and the authorities haven’t been able to find her. The private investigator hasn’t even been able to get a single lead. It’s like she vanished into thin air.”

  “Or she’s paid the people searching for her to keep their mouths shut and not find her.”

  “Pittman, you watch too many movies,” I argued, but I admitted to myself that his idea had some merit to it.

  It seemed entirely possible she could have run off with enough money to ensure she stayed hidden, but I hadn’t noticed any missing money. I figured I’d go back over the finances to be sure, but it was definitely worth considering.

  “I don’t know. It seems so out of character for her, you know? She was one of the guys. You two were a team, insepara…”

  Lane hit Jay again, shutting him up. I looked down at my drink and finished it. I was starting to think that coming out wasn’t such a great idea.

  There were too many things that needed sorting out, and I had only barely taken the first few steps in doing that. I didn’t have time for hanging out with the boys and playing. I needed to be focused on putting my life back together.

  Our girl brought a drink to replace the one Jay had spilled on himself and handed me a fresh Scotch. I almost turned it down, except there was a look in her eyes, like she was trying to let me know she wanted me to take her home with me.

  If I’d chosen one of those other girls to be my nanny, I might have considered getting a hotel room for the night, or even bringing the waitress home and banging her two doors down from the young twenty-something living with me to watch my daughter.

  However, Hollie was enough for me. In fact, every time our girl at the bar brought us more drinks, she made me want my girl at home even more.

  The previous night had been rushed and sort of clumsy; it was our first time together, so I knew it wasn’t going to be perfect. There was more I wanted to do, but I had to make it home first to do any of it.

  Thankfully, that was why I had drivers.

  6 - Hollie

  “Hey.” He breathed the word like a warm breeze across my cheek. A warm breeze that smelled like expensive liquor.

  I didn’t even open my eyes before our lips were together. I could taste the heavy, smoky flavor of his drink on his tongue, with a hint of sweetness—that awkward, too sweet flavor of good liquor that would often keep its drinker coming back for more, just as it lured me deeper into our kiss despite the hour.

  He was on top of me, behind me, pressing himself against me as his lips ravaged mine and his tongue explored the recesses of my mouth.

  I pulled back from the kiss and smiled.

  “It’s late, and you’ve been drinking. Shouldn’t you get to bed?”

  “I am in bed.”

  His hands were pushing up the t-shirt I’d worn to sleep in, unveiling my body to him. His determination didn’t seem drunk. Neither did his desire, solid and hard against my ass as he pressed his hips against me.

  I gasped as his hands ran underneath me and groped my breasts again. I was still tender from the night before, from the way he’d gripped and squeezed me. He didn’t grab me as hard as he had before, and his fingers worked my nipples more, bringing them to sharp, spiky points.

  The pleasure was intense, with a hint of pain around the edges, serving only to make me that much wetter, and to make my insides quiver in anticipation of his girth.

  I pressed down on the mattress with my hands, keeping myself from being crushed under his weight. He rocked his hips against me, sliding his erection back and forth between my cheeks.

  He was so close to where I wanted him, but his pants and my underwear were in the way. That didn’t last long, as he pulled back one of his hands to unzip himself and pull my panties to the side.

  He slid a finger along my tender lips, spreading me open, and moistening my flesh with my flowing juices. I gripped the sheets as pleasure rip
pled through my body at his touch.

  Then I felt the tip of his head pressing against me. He guided himself into me, pushing slowly so I felt him enter me, inch by thick luscious inch.

  He pulled back and thrust into me again, continuing to harden as he penetrated me, which I didn’t think was possible, considering how hard he already was.

  “Oh, that feels good, baby,” he moaned above me as he fell into a steady, solid rhythm.

  I rolled my hips up toward him, giving him better access to me, allowing him to drive deeper and stroke my g-spot with each thrust.

  As he reached deeper into me, he started pounding against my ass, slamming himself into me, filling me with himself. He grunted and groaned above me as he did.

  “Oh shit,” I cried out, gripping the sheets even tighter now as my muscles clenched down on his rock hard shaft.

  He placed his hands on either side of me, putting his weight onto the bed as he continued to pound me. I shook underneath him as my pleasure grew into waves of ecstasy that were already starting to roll through me.

  His weight against me, his breath on my neck as he grunted, his width and length filling me so completely—it all came together to create the most intense pleasure I could remember ever feeling.

  I belted out wordless cries of pleasure as I came. My breath stole from my chest, and I lay there, gasping as he sent me over the edge into pure ecstasy. My body continued to tremble even as he pulled back and slid out of me.

  He pulled back one of his hands, and I could feel his motion on the mattress as he finished himself, spilling his hot seed between my cheeks a moment later, groaning as he emptied himself onto my skin.

  My heart pounded into the bed as he rolled over beside me. I heard him grab tissue from the box next to the bed, and then he reached down to wipe himself off of me, rubbing the folded tissue along my crack.

  I pushed myself up against his hand. His touch, even felt through the tissue, was intense and seductive. I wanted him again.

  “That was the perfect ending to my night,” he mused next to me in the guest bed.

  I wasn’t sure what to say in response. On one hand, I was glad we’d cum together again. On the other, the way he said it left me feeling a little used.

  I didn’t like that feeling and I’d already spent the evening wondering if he saw the sex between us as one of my duties or if it had happened because he was legitimately attracted to me.

  Of course, the smell and taste of liquor on his breath meant I wasn’t going to be getting any answers out of him tonight, if it even was still night.

  It was obvious where he’d gone after telling me I was grounded. I wondered if he had a group of good old boys he would hang out with at the bar, or if he went drinking by himself. Those two were very different animals in my book.

  Knowing him, it seemed unlikely he drank alone. There had to be other wealthy, successful men who kept him company when it was time to go out and knock a few back. Then again it was all speculation on my part.

  “A penny for your thoughts.” He put an arm around me and pulled me to him. He kissed my neck and my shoulder.

  “You’re still dressed,” I told him as his clothed body met the bare skin on my back.

  “So I am. I could use some help getting undressed.”

  I could hear the goofy smile on his face before I rolled over to see it. He didn’t need any help. He was only trying to get me to take his clothes off. I wasn’t going to complain. I took his buttons in my fingers and slowly worked his shirt open.

  “That’s nice right there,” he said thoughtfully, his hands on my arms, the corners of his lips still turned up in a grin, and his eyes gazing down at my bare breasts.

  I worked my way down the front of his shirt and pulled it out of the waist of his pants before unbuckling his belt and sliding his open slacks down from his hips. I ran my hand along the front of his boxers, feeling him still thick, not completely down from his orgasm yet.

  As much as I didn’t want to feel used, I wanted him again. I stroked him through the fabric before running my hands up across his stomach and his chest pushing his dress shirt off his shoulders and down his strong, muscular arms.

  His undershirt fit to the contours of his body, and I traced the lines and curves of his muscles with my fingertips. I pulled the shirt off over his head and kissed his bare skin.

  He buried his hands in my hair as I pursed my lips around his nipple and sucked his hardening flesh into my mouth.

  He moaned with pleasure above me and took a deep breath, his chest heaving against my face. I flicked the peak of flesh with the tip of my tongue, feeling it harden even further in my mouth.

  I reached back down and stroked him again through his boxers, surprised to feel him rising to full erection again already. I pushed him onto his back and reached into the nightstand for the condoms I’d found there when I was getting ready for bed—smart man, keeping some in every room, just in case.

  I tore the wrapper open and rolled the rubber down his throbbing manhood. I straddled his hips and held him with my fingers wrapped tightly around the base of his shaft as I slid myself down on top of him.

  I gasped as he spread me open with his girth, entering me again. He moaned beneath me, taking my hips in his hands to guide my motion up and down along his shaft.

  I pressed myself down on him and put my hands on his chest for leverage as I rolled my hips against his, driving him deep inside me.

  “You feel so fucking good,” he growled beneath me, and I could feel him pushing himself hard against me, gripping my hips to hold me down as he pumped his length into me.

  I rocked my hips so that I rubbed my clitoris hard against the bare skin above his cock. I was already shaking from the intense pleasure. I leaned down and kissed his lips against, tasting the sweet liquor he’d been drinking that night.

  He pulled me up and down along himself by my hips, driving me down, driving himself in. I could feel myself growing wetter with each thrust as my ecstasy threatened to overcome me.

  I could feel my sex trying to grip him, trying to tighten around him. He fucked me hard and deep. I gasped every time he entered me, and he stole my breath each time he pulled back.

  I felt myself melting into mush on top of him. I was panting now, trying to catch my breath while he penetrated every part of me.

  He grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me down as he thrust his hips up, slamming into me. He held me there, his cock all the way inside me, my muscles quivering around the base of his shaft, my legs and ass shaking with ecstasy.

  He seemed to grow harder inside me, as if he was straining to hold his orgasm in.

  “Let go, baby,” I breathed in his ear. “Let me have it. Let me have all of it.”

  “I’m cumming,” he gasped as his cock erupted inside me. I felt his muscles jerking as he expelled his seed. The rubber surrounding his shaft grew warmer as he filled it, cumming for the second time that night for me.

  I rocked my hips, working all of him out and pushing myself over the edge, bringing about my own second orgasm of the night. I shook as I came with him.

  My breath came in short, sharp gasps as I worked his manhood furiously with my sex, finishing him again.

  As his grip on me lessened and his breath started to even out, I pulled myself up from him. He let out a relaxed sigh and grinned up at me as I reached down to pull his condom off. I tossed it into the trash by the bed and lay down beside him, letting him take me in his arms.

  He didn’t say anything. He only kissed the back of my neck and squeezed me tight. Soon, he was asleep, our naked bodies pressed together, his arms around me, both of us spent.

  Even if he was simply using me for sex because I was convenient, I could at least use that to my advantage and get what I wanted out of him.

  The way he held me, as well as the fact that he’d come to my room to sleep with me once he got home from his night out, told me that there might have been more to it than simple physical need and co
nvenience.

  That was what I told myself in order to help myself fall asleep, at least. It was hard to get a real reading on him. One minute he was the hard, cold billionaire who looked at everyone as expendable, replaceable.

  Next, he was the caring father and flirtatious bachelor, hard with desire and attraction.

  I closed my eyes finally and listened to his breathing behind me. I wondered if things would have been any different if he hadn’t been my boss, and if we had run into each other any other way.

  Eventually, I had to admit there was no point in thinking about all of that, unless I planned on making him forget he was my employer and getting him to take me as his lover, not only a convenient piece of ass.

  7 - Jude

  “Oh, man.”

  My voice cracked as I opened my eyes, realizing I was in the guestroom where Hollie had been sleeping.

  Golden morning light came in through the thin white curtain hanging in her window. Running my hand over my face, I squinted around the room.

  I found my clothes lying on the floor at the foot of the bed and I chuckled. Remembering why I was in her room, I sat up to grab my clothes.

  I hadn’t been sloppy drunk when I came in from the bar the night before, but I had been drunk enough that it initially seemed like a dream.

  It had really happened, though. I climbed out of bed and shuffled by the nursery, carrying my clothes in my hands.

  Hollie and Kaylee weren’t in there, so I continued on to my room, where I grabbed a quick shower before heading downstairs.

  I scrubbed off the sex, letting the hot water wash all of it away but the memory. I closed my eyes against the heat and steam, then remembered climbing on top of her when I came in.

  I remembered taking her almost forcefully, pushing her shirt off and ramming myself into her. I smiled as I remembered her taking matters into her own hands after that, literally, and climbing on top of me to basically return the favor.

  Things might have been rough after her shopping trip, but our relationship was growing. The only question I had for myself was whether or not it meant we were moving further along beyond our professional relationship. I laughed to myself as I dried off.