Billionaire's Baby Maker (BWWM, Billionaire, Pregnancy)

by Tamara Adams

  Billionaire’s

  BABY MAKER

  By

  Tamara Adams

  Copyright © 2014 by Tamara Adams

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof

  may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever

  without the express written permission of the publisher

  except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Printed in the United States of America

  First Printing, 2014

  For Marina

  1.

  Stephen Westland stared out the window, deep in thought. His attorney cleared his throat, bringing him back to the matter at hand.

  "Is there anything else you need to know?"

  "She's healthy? Intelligent?"

  "Very. The top of her class in fact."

  "So why is she interested in the position?"

  "The job market is very tough out there right now, as you well know. And her credit shows that her student loans are… considerable. She wants to start a business of her own from what I understand."

  Stephen nodded.

  "All that will be taken care of. Put that in her contract. I want her starting her new life with a clean slate."

  "That's very generous."

  Stephen cast a sardonic glance at his lawyer Paul.

  "It's very wise. I don't want her creating problems for me later. What about sexual partners?"

  "Only two. She's always been very focused on her studies. A big family. And she's a serious long distance runner."

  "Very good. She's signed a non disclosure statement?"

  Paul nodded and slid over a folder.

  "One last thing."

  "Ah yes, the photo. Let me see it again."

  He opened the folio and pulled out a picture of a beautiful young black woman. Her hair was a dark chestnut brown, her tawny skin clear, her hazel eyes bright. He felt something twist in his gut at the sweet innocence in her gaze.

  "Hazel and green…"

  "Pardon?"

  "I was just wondering what color eyes the child will have."

  He slipped the photo back inside and placed the folder on Paul's desk.

  "She'll do nicely Paul. Well done. I can expect her at the estate when?"

  "As soon as you want her."

  "Immediately. And have the nursing staff on call as well. I want her closely monitored of course."

  His lawyer nodded.

  "Of course."

  **********

  Kendall stared around her bedroom one last time. This was it. She was leaving. She'd told everyone that she was taking a year abroad on work study through a scholarship program. She'd told them that there was a chance it might turn into two years.

  That was as far from the truth as possible.

  She had signed a contract just last week giving her body to a man for three million dollars. Her body, her time and eventually, her baby. As long as it took to conceive, plus the gestational period and a six month window afterwards.

  Her parents would never know.

  No one would, other than the lawyer she'd met with, herself and Mr. Stephen Westland.

  What was he like? He knew all about her but she knew nothing about him other than what Google had been able to tell her. He was handsome and well educated. Exceptionally wealthy and successful. He'd been born an orphan and had no family. More importantly, he was perpetually single.

  Unmarried.

  It had been made clear to her that sex would be involved. He didn't have any interest in the turkey baster technique. He wanted to be sure to get the cleanest application of seed to egg. She shuddered. There was something very cold and mechanical about what they were contemplating.

  Then again, she was a practical woman. The money would give her the chance to start her own business as she'd always wanted to. She could do things for herself and her family that would take years to accomplish on her own, if they were even possible.

  And the child would be raised in incredible luxury and privilege. So there was no need to feel guilty about any of this.

  It was win win for everyone.

  So why was she so nervous?

  2.

  Stephen paced back and forth along the sheer wall of windows that overlooked the Hudson River. His office was on the West Side of Manhattan with stunning views of New Jersey. It was a corner office that exceeded all expectations of what a corner office could be. Huge, with two solid walls of glass. Cold, with a concrete floor and stark, modern furniture.

  There was no art work. He found it distracting. The rest of his companies’ offices, and all three of his private residences, were tastefully decorated by an outrageously expensive european design firm. But this room was his domain alone. No one set foot inside without an express invitation.

  Not even his middle aged secretary, Madeline.

  Normally Stephen was utterly focused and still as he oversaw his vast holdings and interests. But today he could not seem to sit still.

  Today, she was coming.

  He wasn't sure if it was the optimal time in her cycle to begin. He wasn't sure if he should be there to greet her, or what the right way to approach this unique arrangement. For the first time in his life, Stephen wasn't sure of anything.

  For the last hour he'd been trying to decide if he should stay in the city tonight or go to his Connecticut estate. That's where she would be staying for the duration of their agreement, which could extend up to two years whether or not she conceived, including an extended breast feeding phase of six months if she did.

  Her contact with the child would be limited of course, but a mother's milk was best.

  That's providing this all went as planned of course. That they conceived, that a healthy child was born.

  He had little doubt that he'd be able to perform with the girl. Just the memory of her photograph made his body clench up with desire. He should have asked for a body shot as well. He had her measurements though so he could fantasize about what she might look like… feel like against him.

  36

  28

  42

  Three little numbers. Three big numbers if you knew what they symbolized. The perfect woman. The perfect mate. The perfect mother to carry his child.

  He could hardly wait to begin. Thankfully the contract allowed for 'off peak' matings, as well as unlimited intercourse in the days surrounding her typical ovulation time. The 'off peak' exceptions were at his discretion. He didn't intend to just rut with the girl whenever he felt like it, but since his lawyer mentioned it, he'd had it added in.

  Having that outrageously beautiful woman at his beck and call was going to be distracting.

  Very, very distracting.

  To hell with it.

  Stephen grabbed his briefcase and strode out the door.

  "I'll need the car now Madeline."

  "Very good Mr. Westland."

  And he was gone.

  **********

  Kendall clutched her backpack against her chest as the limo drove up the winding driveway. She felt like a kid on the first day of school. But this wasn't school. This was a business arrangement.

  A very lucrative business arrangement.

  Would he be here? Would she meet him today? What was he like?

  The house loomed up ahead, overlooking the Long Island Sound. It was a mansion. No, it was an estate.

  The kind of house you saw in movies set in different centuries about captains of industry and their rich offspring. Her child would be raised here. But she would be long gone, whether she wanted to be or not.

  It was in her contract.

/>   Her stomach tightened again, wondering what the hell she had gotten herself into.

  The car pulled up in front of the huge stone structure. A man in uniform was standing out front. He stepped forward and greeted her as the driver helped her out of the car.

  Kendall was really wishing she had worn something more appropriate. An evening gown maybe. Instead she was standing there in worn in jeans and a tight t-shirt. She let the servant take the backpack and followed him into the marble floored entryway.

  "This way please."

  Something made her look up. There was a man standing on the second floor landing. It was him. It had to be.

  Dear god, he was gorgeous.

  With his broad shoulders, thick arms and trim waist, he clearly stayed in shape. But it was his piercing green eyes that had her attention. She blinked and the contact was broken. That's when she noticed his lips. Pink, and so soft. They were parted, as if he were as surprised as she was.

  "Follow me miss."

  Her eyes dropped to his hands which were clenched on the railing as he stared at her hungrily. Her stomach seemed to flip over and she nearly stumbled as she followed the butler down a long hallway. This was more than she'd bargained for.

  Much, much more.

  3.

  Stephen watched through the video monitoring system as the young woman was examined by the medical staff in her room. They measured her blood pressure, did a general examination and took some blood. The nurse jotted something down in her chart and left.

  A moment later the intercom in his study buzzed. He picked up the phone.

  "You're in luck. She appears to be ovulating."

  "Excellent, thank you."

  He didn't bother learning the names of his staff, including the nurses who were to attend to his guest.

  Kendall. Her name was Kendall. He must remember to use that when he visited her tonight.

  Actually, there wasn't really a need to wait until tonight. The sooner he took her, the better. But the social niceties demanded that he do something to put the girl at ease first. She might be nervous. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and stared at the monitor. She was looking around the room, rubbing her arms as if she were cold.

  He pressed the intercom again.

  "Have Miss Stewart shower and meet me in the drawing room in twenty minutes. We'll have wine and something light to eat. Oh, and turn the heat up in the guest wing."

  He leaned back and watched as a servant came to the door to give Kendall the news. She nodded and disappeared into the bathroom. He finished his drink and walked down to the drawing room to wait.

  After a few minutes of staring into the gas fire he turned to the door. She hadn't made a sound but he'd known somehow she was there.

  "Come in."

  She'd cleaned up and put on a simple skirt and top with kitten heels. She looked stunning, even if the clothes were cheap. He'd have to see to that. Then again, he wouldn't be seeing much of her in clothes…

  He walked toward her, holding out his hand.

  "I'm Stephen Westland."

  "Kendall Stewart. It's nice to meet you."

  He smiled at her cooly, wondering if she was making a joke. He'd be doing more than meeting her, and soon.

  Very soon.

  In fact, he was contemplating making love to her on the floor in front of the fireplace. He frowned. That would definitely not be a good way to start. Besides, it sounded trite and romantic. This was an exchange of goods, not a seduction.

  "It's very nice to meet you too. Would you like a glass of wine?" She nodded and he poured them each a glass of red. Once she was pregnant of course this would have to stop, but it might make her more at ease. He realized suddenly he wanted her to be at ease.

  It mattered to him how she felt about all of this.

  That was a surprise. Normally all he cared about were outcomes. Success or failure. There was nothing else to consider.

  But this nervous, beautiful girl was bringing out a protective instinct in him. He squashed it, handing her the glass.

  "Please, sit."

  He watched her arrange her long legs on the chaise lounge. She was remarkably well built. She could have been a dancer. Or a model. He cleared his throat.

  "Normally I will just come to visit you in your room. But that didn't seem like an auspicious way to begin."

  She blinked up at him, clearly not sure what to say.

  "You must feel free to ask the staff for anything you might need. The library and grounds are at your disposal. But I would prefer it if you do not leave. Everything you need can be brought here. We will even have a hospital room set up when the time comes."

  "Thank you."

  She was staring at her wine, looking like a deer in headlights.

  A very, very appealing deer in headlights.

  He felt his groin tighten in response to her nearness. At least that part of this would be easy. More than merely enjoyable as he'd originally thought.

  "Don't you drink?"

  "Not usually. But this is very good."

  She took a sip hastily, as if she could put off the inevitable. He leaned against the fireplace and watched her nibble on a piece of bread and cheese. She was dragging out every sip of her wine. He didn't mind. He'd have what he wanted soon enough.

  Her.

  **********

  Kendall's hand was shaking. Just the tiniest bit. But she was afraid he would see it and think she wanted out of their arrangement.

  Maybe she did want out, just a little bit. But there was no backing out now. There would be legal and financial repercussions if she terminated before the end of the preliminary phase. And once she was pregnant, she was there for nine months and an extra six to breast feed. She knew this. She'd agreed to it.

  Then what the hell was the matter with her?

  It wasn't just that he was younger than she'd imagined. It wasn't even the way he was looking at her. His gaze was calculating in the extreme but appreciative and very, very warm. No, not warm.

  It was hot.

  It wasn't any of those things. It was the unprecedented, incredible, extreme attraction she was feeling toward him. She’d never reacted to anyone this way before. The man was so good looking, it almost hurt to look at him.

  His sultry green eyes were sliding over her possessively.

  Jesus, was she mad because he was attractive?

  Boohoo, Kendall had to sleep with a gorgeous rich guy. Nobody would feel sorry for her, or understand why she was so jumpy. She'd hit the jackpot. Literally.

  "Kendall."

  She forced herself to look at him, her chin held high.

  "Yes?"

  "I think we should begin now. The nurses said the timing is appropriate."

  "Alright."

  "Shall we?"

  "Yes. Of course Mr. Westland."

  Hastily she stood and led the way through the house back toward her bedroom. Her heart was beating so fast she was sure he could hear it. She could feel him behind her as they walked down the hallway to her sterile little room.

  She opened the door and stepped inside.

  4.

  "You may undress now."

  Stephen watched hungrily as the girl awkwardly pulled her clothes off before him. As he suspected, her undergarments were of poor quality but they did little to distract him from the unbelievable sight of her charms. She was beyond beautiful, standing there in her white bra and cotton panties.

  Her legs were long and strong but graceful. Her arms trim and delicate. Her waist tiny. Above and below however were a different matter altogether. Ripe and bountiful looking breasts and hips that curved deliciously outward. He itched to get his hands on her silky smooth skin.

  Slowly he reached for his shirt and started to unbutton it. She glanced away, staring at the floor.

  "The rest please."

  Her hands fluttered upwards nervously before she reached back for her bra clasp. In a moment it was free. Stephen pulled his shirt off and reached for he
r, pulling her bare body against his chest. He reached down and grabbed her high rounded bottom, squeezing as he pressed his mouth against hers, urging her to open it.

  The moment she opened her mouth the kiss went wild.

  They were here for a reason. To mate. But at the moment all he wanted was to bury himself inside her and never come out again. He lifted his head, staring down at her in wonder. The scent of her was all around him. Clean, feminine and faintly tropical.

  He arched her backwards so he could feast on the dark pointy tips of her gently swaying breasts. She gasped as he pulled them into his mouth hungrily, not being gentle, just taking what he wanted.

  Not fast enough. It was not happening fast enough.

  There was time, he reminded his eager body. He had time. He could have her again. As often as he wanted. No need to rush.

  But his body would not listen.

  He lowered her to the bed, tearing her panties off of her. Her pouty nether lips were perfect, small and juicy. He dove forward, sliding his tongue up and down her slit a few times. He wanted to taste her but he was too impatient to do more than that. Not yet. Not this first time.

  He repositioned himself on the bed, pulling his cock from his pants and pushing it against her.

  As it slid partially into her tight sheath he moaned, finally breathing deeply. Now he would slow down. Now he would savor her.

  Beneath him he felt her body clamp down on him in an involuntary response and he lost control, driving into her creamy slit until he was fully embedded. Then he withdrew and drove home again. He was being rougher than he meant to. He reached down between them and stroked the tiny nub above her entrance, hoping to make the startled beauty beneath him feel one tenth of what he was feeling.

  She whimpered and arched against him. Her eyes were half closed, her lips parted, her breathing uneven.

  It wasn't just him.

  She was feeling it too.

  He felt the last sliver of control slip away and he thrust into her again and again.