Single Dad's Surrogate: A Billionaire's Baby and Nanny Romance

by Annie Young

  He sighed, and slipped out of his clothes. He got completely naked in front of the mirror and then hopped into the shower. A cold shower. The icy water splashed on his skin. It only took a few seconds, though, before he was used to the temperature. After that, it actually started to feel kind of good.

  “I miss you, Caroline,” he whispered, his words drowned out by the sound of the water splashing against the tile. “I miss you so much. I'm so sorry.”

  Getting turned on by Lily in her panties was the first time Wyatt had thought about another woman besides Caroline. Despite the fact that he was a billionaire and beautiful women often tried to woo him, he had always stayed true to his marriage. This was true before his wife died and it continued to be true afterward. He hadn't even begun to think of another woman in a sexual way since the first moment he Caroline. It just hadn't happened.

  So Lily popping up at the forefront of his mind was something he wasn't ready for. It had come out of left field, completely unexpected and surprisingly powerful. On one hand, he liked it. He enjoyed the tingling feeling of attraction in his belly. It reminded him that he was still alive and that life was full of infinite possibilities. On the other hand, though, any of the excitement that seeing Lily in her panties had brought him, was completely drowned out by the sickening feeling of guilt.

  “I have to be true to Caroline,” he whispered, turning off the cold water and stepping out of the shower.

  He dried off quickly and crawled back into his bed without putting on any clothes. He took his usual spot on the right side of the King-size bed. It was the side closest to the door. Caroline had asked him to sleep there when they've first moved in, saying that she slept better knowing he was there to protect her if someone broke in. With him sleeping closest to the door, he could be a barrier between an intruder and her. It was a role that Wyatt had been happy to take on, considering he was the man of the house and it was his responsibility to protect his family.

  Caroline had been gone for over twelve months, though. He didn't have a wife to protect in the off-chance an intruder broke into the house. It was just him in the bedroom now. Even so, though, Wyatt still slept on the right side of the bed just like he had since the very first day they'd moved into the house.

  With a sigh, Wyatt rolled over and faced what used to be Caroline's side. On her nightstand was the romance novel she had been reading. There was still a bookmark at about the halfway point. He never touched it, he just let it sit there. In addition to the book, there were his wife's glasses and her alarm clock. All things he couldn't bare to get rid of.

  Still, though, the empty spot on the bed seemed extra empty for some reason now. It looked the same way as his heart felt. He wished so badly that someone was laying there with him. Someone to hold and to cuddle with, someone to laugh and flirt with. Someone to love.

  Then, for reasons unknown to him, he imagined Lily laying there in that spot. He thought about her bundled up under the covers with her head on the pillow, sound asleep. It wasn't a sexual thought this time, though. Surprisingly, he didn't find himself getting turned on at the idea of Lily laying there with him.

  Something did happen, though. For the first time in twelve months, his heart seemed to ache just a little bit less. With just the idea of someone in his bed again, he felt the tiniest bit of weight lift off of his shoulders. A small, insignificant amount of weight, but still enough for him to notice.

  He sighed, gazing at the empty side of the bed for just a moment longer. Then he rolled over, bringing his back to it.

  I've got to get some sleep, he thought, closing his eyes.

  Soon, he drifted off into dreamland. Somewhere in his consciousness, the fresh memory of a pantie-clad Lily was floating around, wishing to be seen and admired. He chose to ignore it, though. He figured that was the best thing he could do in the situation.

  Chapter 6

  Lily

  Stupid, stupid, stupid, Lily thought, shaking her head in disappointment at herself. What in the hell was I thinking, walking around in Wyatt's house in just my panties and a t-shirt? I should have known he'd get home early. It's Murphy's Law. Whatever can happen, will happen. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

  She had been blushing since the moment he had walked in and laid eyes on her a few minutes before. Her cheeks still tingled from the embarrassment, but it wasn't long before the blood drained back into the rest of her body. She felt so ashamed by the incident that it made her want to crawl out of her own skin.

  “I seriously can't believe that just happened,” she whispered to herself.

  Even though she was now in the privacy of her room, she went ahead and grabbed a pair of pajama pants from her suitcase and put them on.

  Well, that's an awkward start to my week-long job, she thought, crawling onto her bed.

  She laid on her back and stared at the white ceiling. The overhead fan spun slowly above her. She tried to focus on the movement of the blades in an attempt to distract her for a moment, but it didn't work. All she could think about was what had happened a few minutes before.

  Lily replayed it in her mind. Wyatt had just stepped around the corner casually, his eyes panning the room, until they landed on her. She had covered herself up as quickly as possible, doing her best to hide the front of her panties and her nipples, which were poking out against her shirt. She had been so reactive when it had happened, though, that she hadn't really paid much attention to the expression on Wyatt's face. Now that she thought about it in detail, though, she was sure that he had have given her a quick once over.

  Right before he had looked away, his eyes had moved down her body and then back up, staying locked onto her chest for just a moment. It had happened so quickly that she didn't notice it at the time.

  Did he really check me out? she wondered.

  The more she thought about it, the clearer it became. Lily was experienced enough with men to know the look they gave when they were checking out a girl. She used to joke with her friends that it was the one time in a man's life when was so focused that nothing could distract him. That was how Wyatt had looked at her when he'd come around the corner. His eyes were focused, staring straight at her chest and then down the length of her body, almost like he was peeling off her clothes with his gaze.

  For whatever reason, her embarrassment about the situation began to fade. It became replaced with a warm, tingling sensation. It started between her legs and radiated outward, down her thighs and up her belly. She tried to ignore it, but the sensation was impossible to ignore.

  No, Lily, she thought to herself. You can't let yourself get turned on over him.

  It was bad enough that she already had dreams about making love to Wyatt on occasion. Now, though, the thought of him was turning her on in her waking life as well. A powerful urge to touch herself swept through her. Without even realizing it, she had slipped her thumbs into the waist strap of her pajama bottoms and was about to pull them down.

  “No, I shouldn't,” she whispered, snatching her hands out of her pants and placing them by her side.

  If she had been at home, in her own room, she probably would have done it. She was in Wyatt's guest bedroom, though. His room was just down the hallway. He could have walked in at any moment. It wasn't like the door was locked.

  The warmth from between her legs tingled through her again, this time so intense that it caused her to take in a quick breath. The flow of air sucked in, passing over her lips and sliding between her teeth, making a soft hissing noise.

  I guess I could just do it really quickly, she thought, bringing her hands back to the top of her waist. I'll just get myself off, that way I'll be able to sleep. There's no way I'll be able to get any rest right now if I don't.

  It was like her pussy was begging to be touched. It throbbed between her legs with an aching desire. She was already wet. She could feel it. Her natural lubrication had already coated her pink lips.

  Lily wanted to ignore it. Part of her wished she could just roll over and go
to sleep, maybe just pretend that the entire evening had never happened. It wasn't possible, though. Not with the memory of Wyatt walking in on her. With that on her mind, the urge to masturbate grew more intense.

  Something in the way he looked at me, she thought, gently biting her bottom lip. I'm positive now. He was definitely checking me out. There's no doubt about it. He practically took my panties off with his eyes. I could feel it and I even though I shouldn't have, I wanted it. I wanted him to undress me right there, to place his lips all over me, to kiss me on every square inch of my body.

  Lily became lost in thought. The taboo fantasy pulled her in. Without even realizing it, she'd pulled her pajama pants and panties down a couple of inches. Her pussy was still covered, but wouldn't be for too long. Each thought of Wyatt caused her to jerk her pants down a little bit further.

  And God, that suit of his, she thought. Her eyes closed and she licked her lips, as she remembered how good he looked all dressed up for his gala. He seemed powerful in that suit, like the kind of man who could have anything in the world that he wanted. The kind of man who would take control of a situation and wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.

  And those eyes, she continued to fantasize. Those green eyes and that beard and those muscular forearms. Not to mention that bulge of his package that's always visible when he wears dress slacks.

  Lily had lost control. If there was still a part of her mind that wanted to hold back, it was currently on vacation.

  Suddenly, she heard the sound of water running. It was coming from behind her, through the wall that separated her room from Wyatt's.

  He's taking a shower, she thought, with a smirk. That means he's naked.

  That was the last thought she needed. She pulled her pajama bottoms and her little white panties all the way down to her ankles. Then she relaxed her knees outward, letting her legs spread apart. With her clothing around her feet, her legs opened into a loose diamond shape.

  Her left hand was on her belly, but her right meandered downward. She went slow, dragging her fingers across her bare flesh until it neared her pussy.

  Fuck it, she thought. If I'm going to fantasize, I'm going to do it right.

  Lily had a wild and vivid imagination. She could think up any idea she wanted and make it feel real. It was one reason why she'd gone to college to study the arts. She needed an outlet for her creativity. It was also why part of her always thought it would be fun to write a romance novel. That way she could paint the sex scenes however she wanted.

  She could feel the warmth as it radiated from between her thighs. She let her hand drop a little further, until her middle finger grazed over her clit.

  “Oh, fuck,” she whispered. The friction against the sensitive nerve bundle sent a pulse of pleasure through her, causing her to gasp.

  She closed her eyes and imagined Wyatt getting out of the shower. She thought about him wrapping a towel around his waist and coming down the hall. The thought of it turned her on even further. Any scenario would work, though, as long as it involved Wyatt coming into her bedroom.

  Lily, on the bed, her knees parted and her legs spread. Her pink pussy glistening as she massaged her clit. She dipped her finger downward, letting it slide into her opening.

  God yes, she thought.

  Then she fully allowed herself to sink into her imagination. Reality slipped away and her fantasy took over.

  The door of her bedroom turned and she glanced toward it. Wyatt poked his head in to see her with her panties down. At first she was shocked and tried to cover herself up, but he told her not to.

  “It's fine,” he said. “Let me help you.”

  With just a towel around his waist, Wyatt stepped into the room and carefully closed the door behind him.

  “Wyatt, are you sure?” she asked.

  His eyes locked with hers, but just for a moment. Then he broke the gaze and glanced down her body, to where her fingers were buried in her hole. His eyes seemed to dilate and he took a few steps toward her. She couldn't help but to watch him move. He was so muscular, his skin so tan. He was just perfect in every way. The definition of a true man.

  “What if Maggie wakes up?” Lily asked.

  “I locked the door,” he said. “Plus, she's sound asleep. You really tired her out today.”

  He approached the bed and Lily's eyes dropped down to the towel that was around his waist. Underneath the front of it, she could see the bulge of his hard cock.

  “Don't stop,” he said. “Keep touching yourself.”

  Lily nodded and dipped her fingers into her sex a little further. Her wetness coated her fingertips, allowing them to slide all the way in. Wyatt stood over her, watching intently. The bulge underneath his towel continued to grow. It looked like it was about to pull the towel right off of him.

  He only watched her for a moment, though. Then he crawled onto the bed at her feet. He gripped her pajama pants and underwear, which were still around her ankles, and pulled them off the rest of the way. He carelessly tossed them to the side. They flew across the room, slapping against the bedroom door and then sliding down, finally resting into a pile on the floor.

  “Fuck, you're perfect,” he said.

  Wyatt's gaze started at her legs and slowly moved up until it met her opening. She was fingering herself hard now. She had both her middle and her ring finger buried inside of her, all the way to the top knuckle.

  “I like watching you touch your pussy,” he growled. “But I want to feel it.”

  Lily nodded. “I want you to feel it, too.”

  Wyatt crawled to his knees and grabbed his towel with his right hand. In one quick movement, he pulled it off of his body and tossed it behind him. He was now gloriously naked in front of Lily. His cock, fully erect, protruded toward her. Her eyes dropped and she felt a burst of excitement the moment she laid eyes on it. It was so thick, so hard. She wanted it inside of her so badly.

  “Fuck me,” she groaned.

  Wyatt lifted her legs and pressed her knees to her chest. Then he plunged his cock into her opening. She moaned loudly, as the walls of her pussy were stretched to the limit by his girth. He held himself like that for a moment, completely buried in her opening. Then he began to pound her.

  “God yes,” she whispered, her words trailing off at the end.

  Lily opened her eyes and glanced around the room. She was alone and it took a moment for her to remember that it was all just a fantasy. She was still fingering herself hard, though.

  I wish my imagination could make things real, she thought.

  She wasn't done, though. She still hadn't had her orgasm yet. So she continued touching herself, imagining that it was Wyatt's cock inside of her and not just her fingers.

  I should have brought my vibrator with me, she thought to herself. Or even my little blue dildo. My fingers will do, but it's definitely not the same.

  Lily closed her eyes again and transported back into her fantasy. Wyatt still had her knees firmly pressed against her tits. She watched his muscles flex and relax, moving to the cadence of his thrusts. Pleasure filled her body. The tingling warmth that had started it all had turned into waves of pure bliss, crashing into her with each plunge of his dick.

  Yes, God yes, Wyatt, she thought, biting her lower lip. Fuck the shit out of me. Fuck me until you make my little pussy come.

  She found herself a little surprised at the dirty thoughts she was having, but at the same time, they turned her on. She wanted to be a little dirty and have a little fun. Especially since it was just a fantasy. It wasn't real. She could think or do whatever she wanted and nobody would ever know.

  Wyatt continued fucking her in his position for a few minutes. A thin layer of sweat had begun to cover them both. Now each time his body collided with hers, it made a light slapping noise.

  “I want you to take me from behind,” she whispered.

  Wyatt didn't hesitate. Not for a moment. He pulled out of her and crawled off of the bed, then held out his hand.

&n
bsp; “Where are you taking me?” she asked.

  “I'll show you,” he said quietly, but he didn't really need to say anything at all. The way he looked at her said enough. It was the same way he had looked at her downstairs, after coming home from his gala.

  Lily took Wyatt's hand and he walked her across the room. There was a bare spot on the wall, situated between the dresser and a chair. He turned Lily so that she was facing the wall, then he gently pressed her toward it. Her tits smashed against the drywall and she placed the palms of her hands to the outside of them.

  “Like this?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder.

  Wyatt wrapped his arms around her, placing his hands onto her belly. He leaned in and kissed the back of her neck, causing goosebumps to pop up on her skin.

  “Yeah, like that,” he whispered.

  He brought himself a little closer and Lily felt his hard cock slide between her thighs. His length slid just below her pussy, dragging along her wet lips. He wasn't inside of her, he was just teasing his dick along her opening.

  “Do it,” she begged.

  He didn't do as she asked, though. He just took his time, slowly bucking his hips back and forth, coating the top of his shaft in her juices. He still didn't enter her, though. It was like he enjoyed the tension that he was creating.

  “Please,” she groaned. “Put it in me.”

  “I like when you ask me like that,” he whispered.

  Then he grabbed her hips and pulled her lower half away from the wall. It caused her to bend over slightly, just enough to put her in the perfect position. Wyatt brought his tip to her opening. She could feel the warmth from it and her pussy ached in anticipation.

  Lily heard a soft grunt come from his lips, then immediately after, he bucked his hips forward. His dick plunged inside of her, sending an explosion of pleasure through her entire body. She shuddered and closed her eyes, pressing the side of her face against the wall as he began pounding her again.