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

by Tamara Adams

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  Kendall was still in shock by the speed with which they had begun. He showed no signs of slowing above her. She had thought that his obvious desire for her would have made this a speedy first time. But no, he was not a sprinter. He was a marathon man.

  She closed her eyes, bewildered by the incredible feelings coursing through her body. His shaft felt like raw silk covered steel inside her. Her shyness was gone for the moment, replaced only by lust. He'd triggered something in her that was making her body shake and shiver. He was so much larger than anyone she'd ever been with before. And more skilled.

  It was a good thing that he clearly knew what he was doing, because she was far from experienced. The way he was moving his hips was making her- oh…

  The touch of his hand on her cleft was more than she could take. She arched off the bed as her body filled with light. She'd never felt anything like it before. Above her, he was still moving, picking up his pace. Then he groaned and she felt his hips buck as he came with her. His seed splashed against her womb, filling her until it spilled out covering her thighs.

  Her eyelids fluttered open as she stared up at the man who had just taken her with incredible passion. He was looking at her with an intense look on his face. He looked… possessive somehow.

  Then he slipped out of her and got dressed without looking at her. At the doorway he paused and glanced at his watch.

  "I'll be back in an hour."

  5.

  Stephen watched on the monitor as she got up and used the bathroom. Then she lay down and read a book, pulling the blankets over her nude body.

  Good girl.

  She wasn't supposed to do physical activity after they'd consummated. While she was waiting to see if his seed took hold.

  He had a feeling it would, and quickly.

  He almost wished it wouldn't. At least, not right away.

  The way she'd felt in his arms was… unexpected.

  Stephen had had his fair share of partners before. Experienced, beautiful women. Women who only wanted him for his money. Well, ultimately that was why Kendall was there too. As a job.

  But her innocent response to him had not been feigned. He'd never held something so pure in his arms before. Or met someone so sincere.

  She'd been fearful, most likely wondering what the hell she'd signed up for. But she'd been attracted to him as well. That was indisputable.

  And he'd made her orgasm. Quite hard if he was not mistaken. It was not necessary of course but they did say it helped with procreation… he was determined suddenly to see how much he could make her peak. And how often. And how many different ways.

  He glanced at his watch. 35 minutes to go.

  He was already getting hard again.

  ************

  The next few days were a blur to Kendall. Stephen came and went with only a phone call to warn her. It was her peak time so they were supposed to make love as often as possible.

  Love. Ha. That was a joke.

  She was feeling more and more like a prostitute by the minute.

  The surprising thing was how much she was enjoying his attentions. His near constant attentions. He'd taken her three more times that first day- once even waking her up in the middle of the night.

  But he wasn't just fucking her. No, he'd started playing with her body, exploring her to an almost ridiculous extent. He'd had his mouth all over her, his hands too. It almost seemed as if he was fucking her for pleasure and not just to make a baby.

  And he was really good at what he did.

  She sighed and turned the page of her book, glancing at the calendar that had been hung on her wall. Her cycle was over for now- it would be twenty days before the eight day window opened up again. It was odd, she'd thought it was a five day window… but that was up to his discretion, and the doctors and nurses who visited her on a daily basis.

  Now she had nearly three weeks to read and relax. She decided to wander around the grounds and explore. There was an indoor pool as well. The doctors had said walking and swimming were acceptable low impact exercises for a pregnant woman.

  Or a soon to be pregnant woman...

  She wondered if it was possible that she was already done with the first part of her assignment. The thought filled her with a pang. Was it weird that she was already missing his touch? It was weird. But there it was.

  Then again, what woman wouldn't miss a stunningly good looking man who was hell bent on making her orgasm as often as possible?

  She grabbed her suit and decided to give the indoor pool a try.

  6.

  Stephen stopped short, the towel and timer in his hands forgotten. He'd been about to mindlessly do his morning laps. But she was in the pool.

  On the ground floor of the house was a room that was half solarium, half swimming pool. Tropical trees and plants were everywhere, making the room feel like it was in a far away place.

  And in the center of it was a gorgeous woman in a tiny bikini, slowly swimming across the surface of the pool.

  He watched, mesmerized as her sleek haunches broke through the water with each kick. Her perfectly round bottom was glistening as the water moved over it, making his mouth suddenly dry.

  She reached the near end of the pool and froze. She'd seen him.

  "Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want to use the pool? I can leave."

  "No, I'm actually going back to New York. I don't really have time to do more than a lap."

  He stared at her, having a hard time ripping his eyes away. Finally he closed his eyes and smiled.

  "Enjoy your swim."

  He turned and walked back to his bedroom, methodically stripping and changing into a suit. He grimaced as he pulled the wool trousers on. He was hard as a rock.

  He didn't really feel like masturbating when the object of his desire was so near by. He didn't feel like doing anything but going back to the pool and taking her in the water, up against the tiles.

  Damn. This was not acceptable. He could not be lusting after her when he had other things to do. That was the whole point of their arrangement. To make a child. Not to start longing for the damn surrogate.

  Stephen changed into his workout briefs, tucking his turgid hard on inside them. There, it was far less noticeable. He'd simply go into the city and his erection would dissipate. It always did. He just needed to focus on work for a few hours. Or a few days.

  In fact, he would stay there. He could sleep at his Tribeca loft for the rest of the week. Maybe the entire duration of the period between her fertile times. That way he'd be less tempted to make more of this than what it was.

  She wasn't his girlfriend. She wasn't his lover. She wasn't his wife. She was a baby maker. That's all.

  It didn't matter how beautiful she was. How soft. How real.

  He called down for the limo and left.

  **********

  Kendall made a habit of swimming in the pool every morning after that. Because it was good for her and for the baby, if there was a baby. Not because she wanted to bump into him again.

  Yeah right. It was exactly because she wanted to see Stephen again.

  Mr. Westland. That's what she'd been told to call him. But in her mind, he was already Stephen.

  How had he gotten into her head so quickly? It couldn't just be the sex, mind blowing as it was.

  No, there was something so lost in his eyes that pulled at her heart strings. He had a shell- a big one it was true. Formidable even. But inside, he was utterly alone. She could sense it.

  Something told her that what he needed was her.

  Nuh uh. Do not go down that line of thinking girl. That is baddddddd.

  Women always think that some damaged bad boy just needs her, needs her love. That’s how they got themselves into trouble. Kendall was not that stupid.

  She knew that Stephen Westland didn't need anything.

  He was a multi-billionaire. One of the richest men in the country. No- the world. He simply wanted an heir. Right?

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bsp; So why was she fantasizing about being with him when the baby was born? Watching it grow up together?

  It was insanity. There wasn't even a baby yet! She needed to chill out.

  She picked up her phone and dialed her best friend Shandra.

  Shan always knew what to do when it came to men. True, she couldn't tell her exactly the mess she'd gotten herself into. But she could give her the gist of it.

  She would tell her there was a man- an incredible man who only wanted her sometimes, who wouldn't - couldn't give her the emotional connection she was beginning to crave. She just couldn't tell her why.

  7.

  Three days. He lasted three days in New York.

  On the third day he left the office early, taking the limo straight to the estate.

  To her.

  He couldn't stay away any longer than that, no matter how hard he’d tried. He told himself he was eager to check on her, to see if there was any news. But he knew that was ridiculous.

  He was lying to himself.

  He wanted to touch her again.

  N0- he needed to.

  Once inside the house he went straight to his office and called the doctor.

  "Is she pregnant?"

  "Mr. Westland. Hello. It's too soon to tell."

  "How soon?"

  "It can take months even with a healthy and compatible couple. We have no way of knowing how long it will take. You should know in a few weeks if you were successful. It would be an incredible stroke of fortune for it to happen so quickly though. I don't want you to be disappointed."

  "I see, thank you."

  He hung up the phone and checked the security cameras on his computer. Kendall was alone in her room, reading a book. She picked up her phone and glanced at it.

  Who was she expecting to call her?

  Fierce jealousy bloomed in his chest. He was out of the door and stalking toward her room before he knew it. He didn't even knock, he just flung the door open, staring at her.

  The phone was on her bed side table. He wanted to grab it and see who she'd called. He wanted to grab her. Instead he just shut the door behind him and started to pull his clothes off.

  Her eyes were wide as she sat up in the bed.

  "But it's- not the right time!"

  He smiled at her coldly.

  "That doesn't mean you can't conceive. It just means it's less likely. It doesn't matter anyway, it's in your contract."

  Her mouth dropped open. She looked wounded somehow. But she knew, as well as he did, that she couldn't say no.

  "Take your clothes off Kendall."

  Her breath seemed to catch in her throat but she knelt on the bed and slowly began pulling her clothes off.

  "Should I- do you want me to take a shower Mr. Westland?"

  The tremor in her voice pierced him to his core. He was being an utter bastard. But he didn’t care.

  "No."

  She was covering herself with her hands. He reached out, pulling her arms away from her chest. He wanted to look at her. He wanted to-

  His mouth crashed down on hers with tremendous force. He kissed her endlessly, trying to wash away her surprise. Slowly he lowered her to the bed beneath him. And then he went to work with his mouth and hands.

  He was not going to rush this time. Not at all.

  **********

  He was doing this. He was actually doing this.

  Kendall stared at the man who was braced above her. He'd been kissing her, making it hard to think. His mouth was on her breasts now, finally allowing her to gather her thoughts, to react.

  He was using the clause. The one she'd ignored. The one that had seemed strange and out of place.

  She was a fool. Worse, she was a whore.

  His whore.

  She whimpered as he pulled her nipple into his mouth, laving her with his tongue. His hand was between her legs, gently teasing her wet folds. She couldn't help it. She was responding to him despite her shock.

  But inside her, another voice was whispering to her.

  He wants you.

  Whatever was happening right now had nothing to do with making a baby. She gasped as she felt her body start to convulse around his fingers, now sliding in and out of her aching pussy.

  "Yes… that's it. Cum for me Kendall."

  Oh God!

  The husky sound of his voice pushed her over the edge. She shook helplessly on the bed as his huge prick replaced his fingers inside her. He still had to go slow, edging his way inside her tight slit. But once inside, he had free reign. And he used it.

  Slowly he started to grind into her, not withdrawing, just moving his shaft in deep, lazy circles. He was staring down at her, a look of intense concentration on his face. She looked away but he grunted and used his hand to turn her face back so they were staring into each others eyes.

  He fucked her that way for a long time. It was so much more intimate than anything she'd experienced before. There was a raw pain and hunger in his eyes that had her transfixed.

  And the pleasure. Dear God, the pleasure.

  Three more times he brought her to orgasm, never looking away. When she closed her eyes the third time he finally let loose, driving into her again and again until his seed erupted inside her. He didn't withdraw and leave though. He stay inside her, his chest pressed against hers, his breath fanning her neck.

  Finally she looked up, feeling his hand stroking the side of her face. He was smiling at her. But it wasn't a friendly smile. It was a twisted, sardonic one. He pulled out slightly and eased back inside her.

  She gasped.

  He was hard again.

  8.

  Stephen woke up, tangled in the covers. He stared in confusion at the white ceiling above him. This wasn't his room.

  It was Kendall's room.

  Jesus, what the hell had happened? He never fell asleep with a woman in his bed. Ever.

  He just overdid it, that's all. He'd taken her over and over again yesterday. And last night. They hadn't even eaten dinner. He frowned. Skipping meals wasn't good if she was carrying his baby.

  Where the hell was she anyway?

  Stephen rolled to his feet, on the verge of calling the staff to go in search of her.

  That's when he heard it.

  The shower.

  She was just taking a shower.

  He exhaled deeply. He had to get out of there. He had no idea what he would say to her when she came out. He felt the desire for her rising in him again, just imagining the cool water sluicing over her nude body.

  The woman had cast some sort of spell on him. If he believed in witches, he'd call her one. No one had ever captured his attention this way before.

  Not even close.

  He pulled his clothes on and left, practically running out of the room. He had work to do. He had charities to donate to. He had events to attend.

  All he wanted to do was crawl back into bed with the girl he'd hired to carry his child.

  An idea came to him suddenly as he climbed the stairs to his office. He could have it all. He could have her, and his child. Maybe he could even have his sanity back. All he had to do was get her to agree to amend the contact- to stay for a few years. He'd tell her he wanted two children. Or more.

  He'd offer her so much money she wouldn't be able to refuse.

  Then she'd have to stay. He could relax, knowing that he could have her whenever he wanted for the next two to four years.

  He stalked into his office and called his lawyer.

  **********

  Gingerly, Kendall slid her legs into a pair of jeans. She was going for a walk. She would not just sit in her room waiting for him to come to her again.

  Knowing he would use her mercilessly, pounding himself into her. He wouldn't care that her body was sore.

  Sore was an understatement.

  She felt battered. But not abused. Just… overused. Extremely overused.

  People weren't supposed to have that much sex in such a short period of time, were they?<
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  She grimaced as she walked through the estate toward the back doors of the library. The entire back of the house opened up onto a wide veranda overlooking a sweeping expanse of manicured grass.

  And the sea.

  A walk along the water would clear her head. If only each step didn't hurt so damn much! She decided to ignore the pain and walked along one of the brick pathways toward the edge of the estate.

  Kendall inhaled deeply, letting the ocean smell wash over her. There was a staircase leading down to the shoreline, where a small private beach and dock stood below. The water looked cold though. And too far beneath her. They'd have to build a proper fence when a child was living there…

  "What are you doing? Get back from there."

  He was there behind her, pulling her roughly away from the precipice.

  "I was just getting some air."

  He released her arm, staring at her as if undecided. He was breathing heavily. He must have been running… Then he pulled her against him and kissed her.

  Would she ever get used to him?

  Did she want to?

  Yes. The answer was yes.

  "Kendall…"

  He lifted her up and carried her towards a gazebo with lounge seating. She was breathing heavily now too. Was he going to- here? Now?

  Oh my God.

  He laid her down on one of the chaise lounges and started to pull her shoes off.

  "What are you doing-"

  "I think it's obvious what I am doing."

  She was blinking back tears when he reached for her jeans, yanking them down over her hips.

  "Be still."

  She tried to obey. She tried. But when he reached for the place between her legs she cried out in pain.

  "What is it?"

  "Please Mr. Westland- you're hurting me."

  His eyes flared and he stepped away from her immediately.