The Billionaire's Secret Surrogate (MANHATTAN BACHELORS Book 4)

by Susan Westwood

  He walked in with her, and she knew that he was going to take her to the bedroom. He didn’t stop in the living room for any formalities or conversation, he simply took her hand and walked with her into the bedroom, straight to the foot of the bed where they had been almost every time.

  She turned her back to him expectantly, and she felt his hands on her bare shoulders. Closing her eyes, she drew in a long slow breath, knowing that bliss was only moments away, anticipating it, wanting it. That’s when she felt his lips at the back of her neck and her eyes flew open at the electric feel of it, and the flames that had burned in her earlier blazed up, catching every part of her on fire.

  He trailed his lips agonizingly slow from the back of her neck over the length of her back to her shoulder, and just as he was subtly sucking and kissing and nibbling at her skin, she felt the zipper of her red dress give way, and gradually he slid it from her body, leaving her standing in nothing but her red satin panties. There had been no bra for the strapless gown, and as she stood there with her nude back to him, everything in her flushed and her heart pounded, raging against her chest.

  She felt Pierce’s hands on her arms and he turned her steadily in place where she stood. She breathed in sharply as their eyes met and he reached his hand up to touch her face tenderly with his fingertip. Then he reached behind her head and loosened the few pins that held her hair, dropping them on the floor at their feet as her hair tumbled down and he ran his fingers over it.

  Neither of them could barely breathe as he let his eyes finally drift downward over her body. It was the first time he had ever seen her from the front, and his fingers soon followed his eyes, reaching for her shoulders and then drifting down over the curves of her breasts and across her hardened nipples. She closed her eyes and gasped, almost paralyzed from the intense pleasure.

  She felt his mouth on her neck, and every muscle in her went taut. He trailed his lips and tongue down over the hollow of her neck to her shoulders, and finally, achingly, to her breasts. He lifted them each, taking her solid pink nipples into his lips and teeth, sucking and tugging on them as his hands massaged and cupped them.

  An agonized sigh escaped her and she closed her hands over his shoulders, bringing her fingers to the lapels on his jacket. She pushed it off of him and it was merely moments later when his shirt followed his jacket to the floor, and his pants were right behind them.

  She stared at him and moved her open hand over the bare arms and chest before her, touching what she hadn’t realized she had wanted so very much. She kissed and tasted just as he did, but when she brought her mouth toward his lips, he turned away.

  She realized just what it was that he was doing. He didn’t want to tinge anything between them with romance, he was trying to keep it separated. Her hands moved down over his stomach and finally she closed them around this thick erection.

  She massaged and stroked him, and he gasped and moaned, holding his hands on her hips tightly as he tried to steady himself from the vertigo waves promising to pull him under completely. “I need you. Now.” He barely managed to whisper, lifting her to the bed and pushing her back carefully to the pillows.

  Kate was astounded at what was happening between them, at what was changing and growing and catching fire like nothing she had ever experienced. She slid her hands up over his hips and his back, holding him tightly as he pressed his palms to her inner thighs, spreading them apart. She arched her back as he ravished one of her breasts and brought his erection to her, slowly entering her inch by inch as she clung to him and gasped, until he was fully inside of her and they began to move slowly together, surrendering to the passion they had been denying each other.

  As he slid back and forth in and out of her and in again, she cried out and lost her breath in the tidal wave of ecstasy that made her tremble in his arms, and as she did so, calling his name over and over again, he stared at her and could not hold himself back any longer. He brought his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply and passionately, twisting his tongue around hers and losing himself in every part of her.

  They moved together for a long while in their passionate love dance, wrestling their bodies against and with each other, sweat dripping from their skin, their breath gone, their hearts pounding as they rocked back and forth, until long into the night, he finally let himself go, having brought her to her orgasm four times, and not being able to hold himself back any longer. His voice echoed loud through the room as he climaxed, quivering with epic passion in her arms, her body locked around his, hardness fully in her until the last drop of his release had left him, and he lay spent on her breast, wearied from their love and completely surrendered to her.

  No words were spoken as they kissed sweetly a few times, gazing into one another’s eyes as they held fast to each other and finally sleep took them over. Hours later when she opened her eyes in the soft morning light, she found him staring at her.

  He said nothing, but leaned over to her and kissed her, touching her body with his hands and drawing her to him again. Two more hours after that, spent yet again, he finally reluctantly withdrew himself from her bed and pulled his clothes from the night before back on. He watched her, not wanting to go anywhere but back into her arms, and knowing that the responsibilities of the outside world were calling to him, demanding his attention and his time.

  Pierce kissed her softly and sweetly one last time, lingering on her luscious lips for a few minutes before he made himself take a deep breath and speak, finally. “I know this was different than what we said that it would be. I don’t want to get anything confused. I want to be clear for both of us. This is for the baby. This is just business… right?”

  His blue eyes were strange and intense on her. She nodded. “I know. Just for the baby. It’s only business. I’m not confused about it.” She leaned up and kissed him once more, slowly and sensually. He groaned from his core and closed his eyes, willing himself to leave.

  “I have to go. I wish I was staying, but here we are. Reality calls.” He turned and walked out of the room with a long last look at her bare body lying in his sheets. That image would stay with him all throughout the day, as would the flames that burned through every part of him.

  Kate closed her eyes and told herself not get burned by him. She told herself that the things that were evolving between them were not supposed to be happening, and that she had to let all of the burgeoning emotion in her go. She had to remember that it was just business. She was there to get pregnant and give him a baby and then leave. There was no room for error, no room for anything else.

  Pushing herself from her bed, she readied herself for the day, starting it with a long and luxurious bath in the sunken jetted tub in her bathroom. She dressed in a form fitting dress and smiled at the memory of the whispered comment that Pierce had made to her about how convenient it was that she wore dresses so often.

  When she was dressed and had eaten breakfast, she picked up the phone and called her mother. Theresa answered, but she hadn’t gotten past her greeting when Kate knew instantly that something was wrong.

  “Mama, you don’t sound good. What’s going on?” she asked worriedly, clutching the phone in her hand.

  Theresa answered weakly. “I’m not doing too well, pumpkin. I’m feeling pretty bad today. I need some help. You know it’s not good if I’m asking for help.”

  “You’re right. You know what, I am able to actually do something about it this time. I can help you. Let me call the doctor and I’ll call you back and let you know what he says as soon as I can. You hold tight. I’m taking care of this.” She ended the call and then called her mother’s doctor. His number was on speed dial in her phone.

  The doctor’s receptionist answered and Kate talked to her and then to her mother’s doctor. The doctor told her they would send a nurse out to her house on a daily basis to look after her, and as he told Kate that, she was flooded with relief. She was tremendously grateful that she had the money she needed to get her mother the help that was s
o necessary.

  Kate spoke to her mother again, telling her about the nurses that would be coming to check on her, and they both were glad for it. Theresa felt reassured, and much more at ease, knowing that her medical needs would be met as they needed to be.

  Kate checked on her mother daily, and she waited to hear from Pierce as one day passed, and then two, and two became three, and she began to feel lonely and sad without having seen him at all. She told herself that she was being silly. She told herself that it was a job, that he was paying her to have his child, not to long for intimacy with him.

  Four days went by and she hadn’t heard from him. She began to wonder if she should contact him, but every time she picked up the phone, she stopped herself. She knew that if he wanted to be with her, he would be there. She kept reminding herself that the whole point of her intimacy with him was to get pregnant.

  It was that fact alone that really kept her from calling him. She did everything that she could think of to busy herself and keep her mind off of him, but she found her thoughts straying to him in idle moments, or when she should have been thinking of anything else. She tried her best to focus on school, but even that wasn’t quite enough to make her forget about him completely, though it helped quite a bit.

  Chapter7

  Matt and Pierce sat at a secluded table, enjoying their lunch and talking about work. They had just met up to visit and share a meal at one of their favorite pubs in lower downtown Manhattan. Matt eyed Pierce curiously and broached the subject of his unconventional unromantic intimate life.

  “How are things going with Kate and the baby making?” he asked, his attention focused solely on his best friend.

  “There’s no baby yet. We’re still working on it,” Pierce answered him, somewhat disappointed about the issue. He wanted the baby, but he hadn’t liked what he had felt with such powerful emotion toward Kate, and just how much she was affecting him. He wanted the baby, of that he was certain, but he was beginning to want Kate much more than he had expected to, and in ways that he had never intended to. He had purposefully kept himself away from her for four days and it was all he could do not to drive straight over to the condo and take her the way he wanted and needed to. He was practicing considerable restraint every time she crossed his mind. It helped that she hadn’t contacted him at all, giving him the space that he needed to think and try to maintain their agreement.

  Matt sipped his drink and then leaned forward and lowered his voice somewhat. “And how are things going with the two of you? You and Kate?”

  Pierce reached his hand to the back of his neck and rubbed the nape of his neck thoughtfully. “Hot. Extremely hot.”

  With a shake of his head, Matt held his glass in his hand and pointed his finger at Pierce. “You had better be careful. Are you listening to me? You better watch out, or you’ll wind up falling for her and then you’re going to have trouble.”

  Pierce waved his hand in the air dismissively. “That’s not going to happen. I’m not going to let that happen.” He shrugged and looked down into his drink. “It’s just been a really long time since I was with anyone. You know, Mr. Responsibility for the family. I am usually at my father’s side, and when I’m not looking after the business and after him, I’m checking up on my siblings. I don’t have the time for a romantic relationship. Besides, that isn’t what this deal was about. This was and is still about having a baby. That’s all that it is.”

  “Whatever you say, buddy,” Matt said with the bare hint of a quiet smile as he glanced over at Pierce.

  Pierce didn’t say anything, but instead took a bite of his lunch and kept his eyes averted from Matt.

  Five days had passed and Kate was growing increasingly disappointed in not having seen or heard from Pierce. Especially after they had shared such a hot and sensual night. She had never had sex like that with anyone, and her body burned for more of it every time it crossed her mind. She was beginning to wonder when he would come by again.

  She took another pregnancy test, as she did regularly, and it came out negative. That felt like a failure to her and she was disappointed about that, too. Thinking she would just let Pierce know, she sent him a text to give him an update on their work toward a pregnancy, letting him know that the test showed no baby yet.

  Much to her surprise and utter delight, he showed up at the door an hour after she sent him the text. She was stunned to see him standing there with a haunted look on his face.

  “You’re here!” she exclaimed in astonishment.

  He walked in and closed the door behind him. “You texted me. You said that the pregnancy test came out negative again. So I thought we’d better keep working on it.” He said nothing further, but instead, he reached for her, pulling her into his arms and kissing her hard and hungrily. She felt her whole body go up in flames and she gasped at the feel of being held and kissed and touched by him again.

  There was no pretense between them any longer. They stripped clothes from one another, kissing and touching and holding as they made their way to the bedroom, and he was already tasting nearly every part of her body the moment he had her laid down in the bed, starting with the most tender area between her thighs.

  His tongue teased and taunted her, his mouth drank her in, and his hands clutched tightly at her legs as she began to rock herself against his ravenous mouth, crying out and shuddering in primal release until she was weak, and it was then that he moved between her legs and thrust himself into her, aching to be in her, to feel her, to have her as much as he needed and wanted her.

  They rolled and wrestled and held fast to one another three times that afternoon and evening, and again late that night, and twice more in the early morning. He just could not keep his hands or his tongue or his mouth off of her, and no matter how many times they sated one another, the hunger remained, and their desire for one another compelled them to be in each other’s arms again and again.

  When their passions were satisfied in the late morning, he got up and made breakfast for them, and she was pleasantly surprised to learn that he could cook as well as a master chef. They ate and talked together, and they each realized just how much they missed the other one.

  She walked him to the door and he moved to kiss her goodbye, but that quickly became impassioned and desperate kissing and tasting and touching, and before too long they were nude again, tangled around one another, losing each other in one another’s arms. They rested a short while, but just as he was about to get up, she kissed him from his mouth to his core, where she spent quite a while running her tongue along his shaft, sucking and stroking him, until he was harder than marble again, and then she rode him until both of them were completely exhausted.

  It wasn’t until then that he finally made himself get dressed and head for the front door. They kissed goodbye for a long while and then he left, and she was able to try to think a little bit. She reminded herself yet again that she was in his employ. She told herself that she had a handle on her feelings.

  Late that afternoon he came back again, saying that he couldn’t get enough of her and that he couldn’t stop thinking about her. They made love long and slow in the bed for more than two hours, and when it was done again, he finally left.

  She continued to reiterate to herself that it had nothing to do with emotion, that it was simply sex and a baby. That was it. That was all that it was, and all that it would be.

  Three days later, with no sign of Pierce, she took another pregnancy test, and the test came out positive. She sat in the bathroom and stared at the little stick. There was no question about it. It was positive. She took another test to be certain, and it came out exactly the same. Positive. She was pregnant. She was going to have Pierce Carrington’s baby.

  As happy as she knew that she should have been, she wasn’t. In fact, she felt much worse about the baby for one reason and one reason only. Her having a positive test result meant that there would be no reason for the two of them to have sex again, in any form, ever. It was d
one and over.

  She had to admit to herself that she didn’t want it to be done and over. She knew that all she could do about it would be to stretch it out for a couple of weeks until the nurse he had hired came in to do a routine physical and possible pregnancy check.

  She could lie for those two weeks, and after that, there would be no hiding it. The nurse would tell him, and her body would change, and if anyone knew her body better than her, it was him. She determined that she would keep it from him for two more weeks and then let the nurse tell him. She could have two more weeks of the hottest and best sex she had ever known, and then it would be gone forever after that.

  Kate gave it some thought and decided to invite him over for dinner. She called him and asked him to come to the condo and join her for dinner. He loved the idea, pleasantly surprised by it, and he found that he was very much looking forward to it.

  She poured champagne for him, but none for herself, and she made an exquisite Italian pasta dinner with salad and bread and tiramisu. He arrived and brought more flowers for his hostess. They sat together in the dining room and shared the meal and wonderful conversation, talking long as they did for hours and hours. He helped her with the dinner dishes, and when they were done, she invited him out onto the balcony.