Secret Baby (Book One) (Billionaire Secret Baby 1)

by Layla Wilde

  “Hey.” He played with my hair, still done up in a bun, but his fingers started to gently unravel it. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. I’m okay.” God, was I that obvious?

  “I think you’re lying.”

  He leaned in close, and I could feel the heat of his breath against my lips. Without another thought, I leaned away from him. Rather than back off as I expected him to, he pressed a hand against my face, holding me there gently. Then his mouth was on mine, and those fluttering butterflies in my belly grew much warmer and far more pleasant.

  Everything in my mind screamed at me to run away. My instincts told me to get up, thank Damian for a great time, and go home. The way he kissed me, though, was awe-inspiring. He made me feel helpless and safe at the same time. I was so conflicted that by the time I’d come to a decision, my fingers were clenched around the collar of his shirt and my lips were kissing him back. I was, without a doubt, doomed.

  My eyes drifted closed, and I felt his hand creep slowly along my face to my ear. The sensation of his fingers brushing the shell of it made me shiver. My lips parted, and goosebumps tingled down my arms. With only limited experience, the only thing I could do was let my body call the shots. I sure as hell wasn’t going to back down now. If I did, I might never be able to find this kind of courage again.

  As I sucked in a breath through my nostrils, I used my newfound courage to slide one of my hands into his hair. I gripped it softly as his head tilted. The kiss grew deeper, more out of control. My heart thundered like an earthquake in my chest, and my body felt wonderfully numb. For the first time, I heard myself moan.

  Another flush rushed to my cheeks, anxiety and nerves turning gradually into excitement. My other hand clenched around the top of one of his shoulders, my fingers tight around the fabric of his shirt. He pressed in closer and turned his body so that he could wrap one of his arms around me. I felt so small against him as one of my hands slid experimentally against his stomach through his shirt. There was muscle there, hard and enticing.

  “Stephanie?”

  His voice came to me as a shock, and I flinched as I opened my eyes. I stared into his green orbs and barely dared to breathe. My lips felt cool instead of warm, and my body insisted I move closer. I wanted to kiss him again.

  “How are you feeling now?” He brushed some hair behind one of my ears. I realized he must have removed the elastic. My blonde tresses were free and rolling over my shoulders.

  “Good.” As soon as I said it, I couldn’t stop the smile that crossed my lips.

  “Me, too.” His knuckles were light against my cheek, stroking slowly. “Want to see my bedroom? It has a pretty fantastic view, too.”

  My stomach did little flip-flops at the offer, and I nodded while I held my breath. I rose from the couch and took a step before I stopped, my nerves halting my steps. Damian lifted me against his chest, his strong arms clutching me as though I were his lover. I let out what I could only describe as a squeak of surprise, and my arms automatically wrapped around his neck. His mouth touched mine again, and I barely even knew we were moving as I melted into that kiss. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt so safe in someone’s arms.

  Before I knew it, my back was pressed against a bed. Turning my head away, I looked around what could only be Damian’s bedroom. His mouth drifted across my throat, and all thoughts of exploring his room abruptly vanished.

  Damian

  She was like warm, pliable clay in my hands. My body moved next to hers on the bed, and my arms wrapped around her. Her hair looked like the sun as it crested around her head. It almost made me smile, but I was too wrapped up in the taste of her skin. My lips felt so natural against her throat, and my tongue reached out to savor all the flavors of the night: alcohol, perfume, cologne, food, and sweat.

  The way she gasped made me eager to hear more noises from her, and while her body was still tense, she was starting to relax inside. My hands pushed up her shirt to reveal her belly. Lowering my mouth, I brushed it against the skin above her belly button. She flinched and gasped again, and I smiled. My lips trailed across her skin in the same way before my tongue joined them. I edged my teeth against one of her lower ribs while my hands pushed her shirt up further. When her body wiggled strangely, I glanced up just in time to see her pull off her shirt and throw it across the room.

  Flashing her a grin, I edged up her body with my mouth and traced the lines of her abdominal muscles. I counted her ribs with my teeth while my hands held onto her hips and pressed them down against the bed. One of my knees slid between her thighs as my kisses made their way up to the lower edge of her bra. I nibbled on the white lace and nuzzled it with my nose. I felt her hands in my hair, tugging me upward. I went without any protest while I dragged my mouth over a breast and then up to the hollow of her throat. I slid a hand around the back of her neck while my other cupped a breast. My thumb edged over a nipple through her bra as she arched her chest against me and gasped. I kissed her deeply and passionately.

  My tongue eased into her mouth to explore. I felt her tongue and massaged it with mine. My body lowered over hers, sinking against her and pressing her into the mattress beneath us. I felt her hips edge up into mine, and a low, appreciative growl rumbled from my throat.

  She felt so good beneath my hands. I caressed the hair around her ear while I dragged my other hand gently along her throat and down to a shoulder. With a purr, I pushed the straps of her bra down to her biceps. I was surprised to feel her hands sliding underneath my shirt against my skin. Was she getting braver or was she simply doing what she believed I wanted her to do? Whatever the case, she was responding to my voice, my touches, and my charm.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered against her lips.

  A red flush brightened her cheeks, and she panted into my mouth. Her hands pushed my shirt up, and I sat up and lift my arms so she could pull it off. As soon as I could, I swept both hands under her back and lifted her, pulling her against my chest. Her knees straddled my thighs, and her hips nudged mine. Sitting on me like this, her face was a little higher than mine. Biting down on my bottom lip, I tangled my fingers into her hair and tugged her head down.

  “I mean that, you are. The moment I saw you, I knew I wanted you in this bed with me.”

  “You’re just saying that.” She sounded so unconvinced I couldn’t help but laugh. The way her golden tresses framed her face—draping over her shoulders to brush across my jaw—was absolutely breathtaking. I knew, just by looking at her, that she was exactly what I had been looking for the entire night. Soon, I knew, she would ease the frustrations caused by my life.

  “I am, actually. You caught me.” I added a deliberate tease to my tone, something playful instead of mocking. Her smile was as gorgeous as the rest of her.

  I unclipped the bra straps at her back so I could pull the lacy fabric away gently. Rather than throw it, I simply let it fall to the bed next to us. My lips found hers again, and one of my hands squeezed a soft, perky breast. I heard her gasp, so I squeezed again and scraped my nail ever so softly across a tight, hard nipple. She moaned in response, and when I gripped one of her arms to pull her closer, I could feel her goosebumps.

  Her hips rolled into mine with a little more force than before, so I guided one of her hands down to the hard tent in my pants. When she gripped it, a hot zing slashed through me. With a panting growl, I tugged at the hem of her skirt. To my pleasant surprise, the skirt had a zipper that I was able to tug from the hem all the way to the bottom. Then all I had to do was pull it away to reveal underwear that matched her bra.

  “Lay back, baby.” I pushed her while one hand supported her lower back. She moved without resistance, lay down on her back, and opened her legs, stretching them on either side of me. I took advantage of her position and removed her underwear, flinging it enthusiastically across the room. As soon as she was down, I kissed her throat, nibbled the hollow, and scraped my teeth along the tender rise of a breast. Her moan was a
lmost too lewd to be true, but one glance at her face told me everything I needed to know: she was completely under my thrall. The only thing that could possibly drag her out of it now was me, and I wasn’t planning on ruining such a good thing.

  I grinned softly and slowly before drawing a nipple between my lips. While I sucked on it, I wiggled my tongue back and forth across it. She writhed beneath me and cried out in the softest tone. I had no idea if she was in pain or if it just felt that good, but I didn’t care.

  “I want you…”

  I paused for a moment and lifted my eyes to her face. She looked like an angel with her head turned to one side to display her graceful neck. Her hair was splayed out like a banner, and the light cast across her features in such a way that she looked absolutely flawless. I wanted to kiss every inch of her until my mouth was numb, and then I wanted to kiss her some more.

  “I’m yours, sweetheart,” was my automatic response. I’d said the same thing to hundreds of women before her.

  Sitting up again, I unbuckled my belt so I could unbutton my pants. With a little wiggle of my hips, I pushed them down, along with my boxers. When the air made contact with my member, I drew in a soft gasp. I was stiff and ready, and my balls felt like they were going to explode. When I took her shoulders, I pushed her down against the bed and leaned over her again.

  My body settled over hers, and my length pressed against her belly between us. I kissed her deeply and moaned against her lips while sighing into her mouth. Her hands ran down my body, trailing along my sides to my hips. One eased between us and gripped me. I throbbed in her hand and moaned again. Nothing she did was special or experienced, but her dynamite body and incredible taste more than made up for those shortcomings.

  When she guided me into her core, I held my breath. The way her walls clenched around me pushed a long, slow shudder through my whole body. My cock pulsated with need, and my hips rocked against her, thrusting gently. Slowly. I had no idea how many men—if any—Stephanie had been with.

  “Oh, Damian…” She whispered my name for the first time, but I felt nothing. I couldn’t remember how many other women—and occasionally men—had called my name in exactly the same tone. “Please,” she continued. Her hands were in my hair, clutching the short strands. “I need you…”

  Her face, and the rest of her, had a reddish hue. The blush aroused me further, and I began to pump into her nice and slowly. I took it easy, not wanting to scare her or startle her. She had been so anxious earlier that I didn’t want to risk spooking my prize. She bucked against me, though, and squirmed. Her thighs lifted, squeezing my hips, and her ankles crossed near the small of my back. One of her hands slid almost awkwardly down my back and gripped one of my butt cheeks. Nails dug into my skin, and I drew in a quiet hiss. Damn, that felt good.

  I took her boldness as a sign that I should do something more. As I gripped her jaw in one hand, holding her softly, I nibbled and nipped her bottom lip. Slowly, I kissed one of her ears. Taking the lobe in my mouth, I sucked on it. She gasped and arched her naked body against my own. I responded by thrusting deeper and with more force, making her breath hitch in her throat.

  Faster and harder I plunged into her, my teeth attaching themselves to her delicate throat. Lips sucked hard to create little bruises and red marks. I wanted her to remember me, at least for the next couple of days.

  She panted hard and writhed beneath me as though struggling to get away. All I could hear were the sounds of our sweaty bodies as they slapped together and the huffs, pants, groans, and gasps of our pleasure. She cried out sharply as I pinched one of her nipples. I pinched the other one, eventually going back and forth between them to tug and play with them between my thumb and forefinger. Her cries grew louder and sharper, more insistent, and her vaginal walls clenched hard around my member, stroking it without any grace at all. I rocked rhythmically into her, thrusting her softly into the mattress.

  In a way, her inexperience drew me in, mostly because I had no idea what she would do next. I had expected her to simply lie beneath me, but she was surpassing my expectations.

  “Damian,” she called again, louder. “Oh my God, Damian! Yes! Please! Yes…oh my God, oh my Gooood!”

  When she climaxed, I did too, though I was far quieter. My teeth ground together almost to the point of pain, and my whole body jerked, shuddering with pleasure. I bit her neck, and my eyes closed as I allowed myself to become lost in the pure, unadulterated sensation. My hips began to slow, out-of-control and twitching and flinching. Her body rolled up against mine, and her hands clung to my shoulders to hold me close. Shifting my mouth from her neck, I tasted her lips and kissed her warmly. She moaned and clutched at me with her limbs, calling my name through the kiss in soft pants.

  Looking down at her, watching her face clenched in ecstasy, she was a far different woman than the one I had met at the Cherry Pop Club.

  Stephanie

  What did I just do?

  I lay beneath Damian Masters, a millionaire with a reputation and the sexiest smile I had ever seen on a man. His arms were around me, and for the first time in my life, I felt safe, a strange feeling. As I stared up at his face, I could hardly stand the thought of not seeing it again. I could hardly stand the idea of not being like this with him, with his cock so deep inside me that I would feel it for days.

  My eyes widened at the thoughts dominating my brain. What the hell was I doing? What was I thinking? What was wrong with me? I had to get home!

  The panic started to rise again, but I was so exhausted that its hold was minimal. I shifted beneath him, and my hands cupped his face. They trailed down his neck to his shoulders before splaying across his back.

  “Damian? Can I sleep here tonight?” I watched him with my eyes half-closed. As shocked as I was that this had happened, I wasn’t sure if I was capable of getting up.

  “Of course, sweet cheeks.” He patted my butt, flashed me a smile, and kissed me. I sighed at the sensation of his warm lips on mine, my mind still swimming. “And then tomorrow, I’ll make you breakfast. We can hang out and relax. No pressure.”

  “Okay.” I smiled my best smile. “I think I can handle that.”

  “Good, because I don’t want to let you go just yet. You feel so perfect in my arms.”

  I felt my heart melting a little. Either this guy was the best actor in the world, or he was genuinely charming. I desperately hoped for the latter. The last three men I had been with had been arrogant brutes with no common sense and no understanding of boundaries. Damian seemed to know exactly what to say, where to touch, and how to respond. It was more than a breath of fresh air, and I wanted to bask in it for as long as I could.

  “'Night.” The word was barely audible, even to my own ears. With a low sigh, I closed my eyes and drifted off. The last thing I heard was the sound of his breath wafting against my ear.

  Morning arrived too soon. Light from the sun flickered in my eyes, and I clenched them shut so I could roll and bury my face into Damian’s chest. But he wasn’t there.

  I sat up, modesty demanding that I pull the closest blanket over my chest, and looked around in confusion. Where was he? As the question popped into my mind, a sharp ache made itself known between my eyes. I winced and pressed the heel of a hand against my forehead. My mouth felt dry, and my body felt heavy. My stomach lurched and fluttered with butterflies that weren’t nearly as forgiving as they had been yesterday. I felt queasy and strange, like a flu virus had invaded my body last night and not a man.

  It’s the alcohol, I thought to myself. It has to be.

  With a low groan, I made myself get up. Since Damian didn’t seem to be around, I felt safe enough to use his shower. Even though I smelled like him, I felt sticky and sweaty. I really needed to be clean.

  Padding into the bathroom, my stomach lurched again. Barely holding the vomit down, I vaguely noticed how spectacular his bathroom was. Like the rest of his home, it was immense, expensive, and gorgeous. As I stepped into the shower, I was
sure the doors were made of crystal instead of glass. The soap had a special holder, and the shower head had twenty different settings. Even the bathtub floor was ridged to help with traction, so there was no need for a mat.

  “Unbelievable,” I murmured to myself as I turned the shower on.

  I washed quickly, using the fancy soap that smelled like spices and oranges. When I finished, I turned the shower off and dried myself with the plushest blue towel I had ever felt. It was like warm fleece against my skin, and placing it back on the rack after I was dry was a real chore.

  When I moved back into the bedroom, I spent several minutes searching for and putting on my clothes. Most of them were easy to find, but I had no idea where my underwear were. I felt more than a little embarrassed to be wearing nothing under my skirt, but I didn’t have much choice. As I turned to leave the bedroom, the sound of my phone vibrating caught my attention. I searched frantically before finally locating it under one of the side tables. Kneeling, I grabbed and answered it at the same time.

  “Hello?” Feeling the way I did, it was a struggle getting back to my feet.

  “Steph?”

  I straightened, and my eyes widened. “Oh my God, Darla! I’m so sorry! I wanted to go to the bathroom, and I got lost and ran into Damian, and he helped me and then took me to his place for drinks and then we…” I let out a rush of air, then drew another one in so I could keep going. My voice did soften, though. “We had sex, and now I’m in his room.”

  “You should be sorry!” My heart dropped. “For not calling me sooner! What’s he like? Does he have a nice cock? Does he—”

  “Darla!” I giggled softly. “He could be listening!”

  “So? Come on, woman, details!”

  “Later, okay? I’m not feeling great. And I have no idea where my underwear is.”