Making His Baby: A Billionaire Romance

by Lulu Pratt

  “I’m going to buy a house and settle all my debt. Invest a portion of it, then the rest is going in the bank so I can travel.”

  It had been fairly easy to determine what I was going to do with the million dollar prize: invest in myself and make up for all the years I’d lost.

  “That sounds like a great plan, Liv.”

  Hearing my old nickname fall from his lips is downright dizzying. I’m not even going to examine why his approval means so much to me.

  “Thanks to you,” I murmur lowly.

  Out of nowhere, a pessimistic thought enters my mind.

  “Did you pick my submission when you recognized my name?” I ask, suspiciously.

  His face is impassive but he shakes his head emphatically.

  “No, I had no idea it was you. My team narrowed it down the top ten submissions before they left them on my desk. The names weren’t on the stories I read. They were just numbered one through ten. I picked yours because it moved me.”

  His words seem sincere so I don’t push the issue any further. Grabbing a luke-warm fry, I push it into my mouth for lack of anything else to do.

  “Are you tired, Olivia?”

  Yes, exhausted.

  But there’s no way I’m going to admit it. I don’t want our night to end. It’s the first time I’ve seen him in ten years and he’s leaving soon.

  “No,” I lie.

  Sebastian’s tone is confident and clear when he decides, “We’re going dancing.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  SEBASTIAN DOWNS

  So, this isn’t my best idea.

  Not only is Olivia an incredible dancer, she draws a lot of attention despite her diminutive stature.

  Every fucker in the building is practically drooling as they leer at her from different corners of the club.

  Lucky for me, Olivia seems unfazed as she throws her hands in the air and winds her hips against me to the beat of the music.

  I have a raging hard-on and I know she can feel it through the thin material of her dress. But she doesn’t let on. She just keeps working her ass against me until I’m sure I’m going to lose my mind.

  Who knew little miss goody two shoes was such a sensual dancer?

  We’ve both imbibed a couple drinks already, but I need another if I’m going to make it through this sweet torture.

  Bending down to whisper in her ear, I catch a whiff of her perfume which is now mixed with the scent of berry sangria — her drink of choice.

  I inhale a lungful of the seductive fragrance before speaking.

  “I’m going to get us some more drinks,” I tell her, my lips brushing her earlobe.

  In spite of the warm temperature in the club, I swear I feel her shiver before she looks up at me.

  “I’ll come with you,” she shouts over the music. “I could use a break.”

  Thrilled that I won’t be leaving her alone on the dance floor, I grab her tiny hand and secure it against my chest as I lead us through the throng of people on the small dance floor.

  At the bar, I place our orders quickly then pull Olivia against me protectively.

  The tourists and locals occupying the club are rude as fuck and have nearly knocked her off balance several times.

  Still, a smile sits on her face as she sways to the music.

  I decide she’s way too nice for her own good and that I will handle the next motherfucker who bumps into her.

  My sexual frustration and slight buzz are to blame for my dark mood.

  Just as the bartender hands over our drinks, my phone buzzes for the third time in half an hour and I know I have to take it.

  Malakai is freaking out about something and I need to run interference before he flies to the island.

  “Olivia, give me two minutes. I have to take this,” I rush to say before I head for the door with my beer in hand.

  Lord knows I’m going to need it.

  Malakai answers on the first ring and tears into a full-fledged diatribe about an error with a recent app update. Customers are complaining and he’s nervous that our stock will suffer if the programmers don’t fix it immediately.

  It takes longer than I expect to calm him down and assure him that everything will be fine. With promises to video conference the development and logistics team when I return to my hotel room, I disconnect the call.

  Pissed that I have to end my night with Olivia earlier than planned, I take my final swig of beer and reenter the club.

  The sight before me tinges my vision a dangerous red color.

  Olivia is in the center of the dance floor with another man, dancing her heart out.

  With jealousy pumping through my veins, I march over to the two of them and pull Olivia’s arm harder than I intend to.

  Alarmed, she yelps before realizing it’s me. Then her eyes widen as she takes in the angry expression on my face.

  “Is everything okay?” she mouths, her voice no match for the deafening music.

  “Let’s. Go. Now.” I mouth back and turn to walk away before she can protest.

  In the Jeep, I pull out of the parking lot so fast that my tires screech.

  Gripping the dashboard with white knuckles, Olivia looks at me wide eyed.

  “Talk to me, Sebastian.” Her voice is soft but urgent.

  Going with a half-truth, I share that something came up at the office.

  “Oh.” She turns to me as I zoom through the streets back to the house. “Why didn’t you say so? I could have taken a cab,” she says, settling back into her seat.

  “I wasn’t leaving you there alone,” I remark moodily, sliding her a sidelong glance.

  “I see,” Olivia comments quietly, turning her head to stare out the window.

  The remainder of the ride passes in tense silence. When I pull up to the house, Olivia wastes no time unfastening her seatbelt and hopping down from the Jeep without my help.

  Shit, she’s upset.

  “Olivia, wait. Damn it!” I call to her as she practically sprints to the front door.

  Catching up to her, I seize her wrist before she can insert the key in the lock.

  “Your jealousy is misplaced and totally inappropriate, Sebastian.”

  Her words slice through me like a knife.

  “Not to mention confusing,” she goes on, planting her hand on her hip.

  Her fiery attitude is turning me on more than I’d like to admit. The air between us is charged with electricity as we stare at each other stubbornly.

  Closing the space between us, my lips crash against hers hungrily before I can second guess myself.

  Olivia sighs into my mouth as if the kiss is a relief and my senses come alive. Her scent fills my greedy lungs while my hands cup her face, the soft skin silky against my palms.

  The sound of her labored breathing is music to my ears as my tongue tastes the remnants of her last drink.

  She’s divine.

  Olivia’s arms encircle my waist, bringing her closer to my erection. Breaking the kiss, I drop my forehead to hers and try to catch my breath.

  “I’ve wanted to do that since you stepped off the plane,” I admit with a ragged breath.

  “Do it again,” Olivia demands, running the tip of her tongue across my lips.

  I lose it.

  Backing her up against the double doors, I reclaim her mouth and this time instead of holding her face, I grip her waist. Then my hands continue the downward journey, enjoying the curve of her hips before landing on her thigh.

  With little effort, I lift her left leg and rest it around my waist as my fingers continue their exploration of her exquisite body.

  Deepening the kiss, I groan into her mouth as her tongue worships mine. Moving the material of her dress out of the way, my hands seek out the juncture between her legs.

  “Shit,” I growl hoarsely when I realize her skimpy thong is drenched with her desire. “You’re wet for me, baby.”

  The realization is more intoxicating than the drinks I had earlier.

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sp; Olivia only moans into my mouth, unwilling to break the kiss. She does, however, push her hips forward so that my fingers are in direct contact with her slippery center.

  Taking the hint, I shove the crotch of her panties aside, eager for her wetness to coat my fingers.

  Initially, I palm her pussy and I swear to God, I feel a throbbing pulse beating in time with my aching cock.

  “Yes,” she whispers against my lips even though I haven’t done anything yet.

  I slip my middle finger between her folds and nudge her needy clit.

  Olivia whimpers, breaking the kiss as her head lolls back against the door.

  Loving her body’s reaction to me, I graze her swollen nub again before plunging my index and middle fingers inside of her tight opening.

  The way she clamps down around my two fingers drives me wild, and I drop my head to plant kisses against her neck.

  “I need you,” she whines, hips undulating to speed up her release.

  Right there in front of my house, I finger fuck her fast and hard, loving the way she shudders and drenches my fingers as she comes.

  Her face is a sight for sore eyes as she rides out the waves of pleasure assailing her.

  Anyone reviewing the security cameras tomorrow is in for a treat.

  “Oh, my God,” Olivia pants, eyes still closed as she regains her senses.

  I want nothing more than to go inside and finish the job but duty calls and a part of me knows I could never fuck her on the first night.

  Kissing her forehead, I fix her dress and open the door for her before turning back to my car.

  “Good night,” I call over my shoulder, not trusting myself to linger any longer.

  It’s going to be a long night.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  OLIVIA KING

  Spill!

  Eyeing the text from Winnie, my mouth drops open when I see the pics she’s attached to the message.

  The first is a candid of Sebastian and me at dinner last night, with me blushing and smiling like a schoolgirl while he explained something.

  The next is a photo of us leaving the club in a hurry last night. I wasn’t aware of any cameras flashing but mix together the strobe light from the club and my tipsiness and there’s no telling what I missed.

  Crossing my legs in front of me, I set down my mug of tea and give the phone my full attention.

  I had no idea people were taking photos.

  Her response time is legendary. My phone buzzes in an instant.

  Forget the damn pics, tell me you slept with him! He’s HOT HOT HOT

  To drive her point home, she includes a series of fire emojis which makes me laugh out loud.

  “You seem rejuvenated and happy this morning,” a low voice states behind me.

  Turning to the voice, I glimpse Sebastian standing near the patio door that I left open before coming to watch the early morning waves ebb and flow against the shoreline.

  He’s leaning against the door lazily, his hands tucked in the pockets of his shorts and sunglasses covering his eyes.

  He’s the one who looks rejuvenated.

  I’d waken up with a slight headache and memories from last night’s encounter that made me blush a deep scarlet in the bathroom mirror.

  I was certainly in rare form last night.

  “Good morning,” I offer with a shy smile before turning back to the view in front of me.

  A low chuckle gets louder as he approaches my spot on the lounge chair.

  Sitting at my feet, Sebastian removes his glasses and blesses me with a sinful view of those eyes in the morning sunlight.

  “Tell me you’re not getting shy on me, Liv.”

  As if it’s second nature, he pulls my bare feet into his lap and absentmindedly begins rubbing the soles as he peers at me, awaiting my response.

  “How are you? Is everything okay at work?” I ask, proving his point completely.

  My feet tingle under his skillful touch and the feeling radiates up my legs until I feel like I’m floating.

  His eyebrows meet in the center of his forehead as he thinks about my question.

  “The situation has been resolved, thankfully.”

  “That’s good,” comes my weak response.

  “I didn’t get much sleep but it’s handled,” he shares, watching the waves.

  He looks great for a man who barely slept. But then I figure his body must be used to the long hours.

  Then my mind ventures to what else his body must be used to.

  “What are you up to today, Olivia?” Sebastian’s voice breaks through my naughty thoughts and makes me blush.

  He’s watching me intently from the foot of my lounger and I melt under his gaze. It’s hotter than the sun.

  I’m reminded of Winnie’s text and a secret smile quirks my lips.

  “I don’t know. I thought about just spending a lazy day on the beach,” I say, indicating the bottle of tanning lotion on the table next to me.

  “Really? Would you like some company?”

  His hands have moved to my legs, skillfully massaging my calves as he stares out at the ocean.

  It feels like the most natural thing in the world — to be sitting here with him with one of the most beautiful beaches on earth as the backdrop.

  “You can stay,” I finally say. “But only if you help me put this on.”

  Holding up the bottle of tanning lotion, I wiggle my eyebrows and wait for his response.

  A devilish grin breaks out over his face and he snatches the bottle from my outstretched hand.

  Next, he grasps my ankles and skillfully pulls me to the edge of the chair. Now we’re side by side and the proximity allows to me to enjoy his unique scent while he squirts a generous amount of the lotion in his hands.

  I’m not sure what’s gotten into me but when I woke up this morning, I decided that I was going to enjoy every minute of this trip.

  Even if it means having a one-night stand with my former classmate.

  I’m usually not the impulsive, reckless type but something about Sebastian is addicting and I don’t think I want to ignore it.

  After my shower last night, I’d still gone to bed throbbing and dripping for him.

  If he didn’t have a work emergency, there’s no doubt in my mind that the night would have ended with him buried deep between my sprawled legs. I’d come so hard with just two fingers knuckle deep in my sopping opening.

  I can only imagine what the rest of him feels like. If the erection I’d been grinding on all night was any indication…

  The lusty thought is a delicious one and I lick my lips involuntarily.

  Sebastian’s eyes follow the action and I notice his eyes darken to match the deep color of the sea.

  “What are you thinking about, Olivia?”

  I could listen to him say my name a thousand times and never grow bored.

  “Last night,” I answer truthfully.

  His hands still on my thighs, but only for a moment.

  “Is that right?”

  Sebastian’s voice is deep and sexy. My panties would be drenched if I were wearing any.

  “Yes,” I say breathily.

  “What was your favorite part?” he asks, teasing me.

  The mischievous smirk on his lips matches the twinkle in his eyes.

  I turn my gaze upward and pretend to ponder his question.

  “Oh, let me see.” My hand reaches up to tap my chin. “I think it was the goodnight kiss.”

  When I meet his eyes, I’m shocked to see that they’re even darker than before.

  “Get on your stomach,” he commands roughly.

  Lost for a moment, I just stare at him until he holds up the bottle.

  “I need to get your back, Liv.”

  “R-Right,” I stammer, moving to obey his demand.

  On my stomach, I want to moan as he works the lotion into my skin. This is feeling more like a massage than anything else and I’m not complaining one bit.

  Sebasti
an reaches my lower back and pauses over my ass. I imagine he’s taking in the barely there daisy dukes that I threw on this morning.

  “Nice shorts,” he teases, confirming my suspicions.

  “Thanks,” I groan against the chair. My body feels like jelly and I’m not sure I ever want to move from this spot.

  He resumes his actions but stops again when he discovers that I’m wearing nothing under the short denims. He swears savagely as his hot palm falls between my thighs.

  “Fucking Christ, you’re not going to make this easy on me are you?”

  “What are you talking about?” I ask, playing it coy.

  My throbbing pussy wants nothing more than to get reacquainted with his thick fingers, but he has other plans.

  Abruptly, he stands and I immediately mourn the absence of his touch.

  “Come on, let’s go swimming.”

  When I come to my senses and sit up, I see that he’s already left the patio and is pulling his shirt over his head.

  Dropping it in his wake, he turns back to me and winks.

  “Let’s go, slow poke.”

  Fucking tease.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  SEBASTIAN DOWNS

  Once Olivia puts on her swimsuit, we end up spending most of the day in the water, until the waves grow turbulent under the threat of an impending storm.

  The sky darkens to a gray color and the wind picks up considerably.

  Familiar with the spontaneous summer storms on the island, I dismiss the house staff early so that they can make it home before the downpour.

  No sooner than they leave, the sky cracks open and the rain begins to pound against the roof.

  After taking showers in two different wings of the house, Olivia and I meet in the kitchen and throw together a simple dinner of spaghetti and garlic bread.

  Olivia tears into it with gusto as if it’s a gourmet meal and I discover that watching her eat is fast becoming one of my new favorite things.

  She’s licking sauce from her fingertips at this very moment and my cock twitches enviously.

  “That was delicious,” she sighs contentedly, pushing her empty plate away from her.

  “Are you sure you don’t want any more? I’m sure we could scrape some from the bottom of the pot,” I tease.