My Surprise Secret Baby (Romance Box Set)

by Lexi Wilson

  I get off at six tonight. If you want to pick me up, I’ll be out of here around six-fifteen. I’d love to spend the night with you if you don’t mind my company two days in a row.

  I hit send, already knowing he wasn’t going to mind. He was the one who asked me, after all, and I was more than happy to oblige. When he told me he would be there, I shot Kira a text and told her I wasn’t going to be home that night. It felt strange telling her where I would be as though she was my mother, but I promised her I would, and I didn’t want her to worry.

  I slid my phone back into my pocket, ready to take on the last four hours of my shift with more of a skip in my step. I was already bursting at the seams with sexual tension, and the thought of what we were going to do that night was already filling my head.

  I wasn’t as sore anymore, and I was eager to get back in bed with him. This was all so new and exciting, I was eager to see where it was going to lead. I wanted to see how sexual of a person I truly was, and I knew he was the right person to help me with that.

  Hell, he was the right person to help me with anything. I already knew he would be the one I would go to with anything. The chemistry was undeniable, and being an accountant, I knew he had to be smart on top of it. He excited me, and I loved the feeling.

  I was scared to admit it, but I was starting to think I might be in love with Josiah, too.

  We bounced off the walls in the entryway as we kissed our way into the apartment. True to his word, Josiah had been waiting for me when I walked out of the coffee shop, and we went straight to his place. He was eager to have me; I could feel it in his body.

  But I was eager to have him, too, so I wasn’t complaining.

  He pulled my shirt off before I fought his off as well, leaving a trail of clothing on the floor as we made our way through the kitchen and into the living room. He was already hard, and I was dripping wet. I wasn’t sure what he did to me, but he turned me on more than I knew was even possible.

  We weren’t going to make it to the bedroom. That was obvious as soon as we were both entirely naked in the living room. Once again, however, I wasn’t complaining. I wanted to have him inside me. No, I needed to have him inside me. I wanted to feel him moving in me and through me like he had the night before.

  It had been such a beautiful feeling, I hadn’t forgotten a single second of it, but I was dying to have it all over again.

  I tripped on the couch when we reached it, but Josiah stopped himself from falling on me by grabbing the back of the couch as he eased me down. I didn’t fall hard, and it was soft on the cushions, but I was more interested in the heat of the moment than any of that anyway.

  I spread my legs, letting him run his hand over my pussy. Gasping as he pushed his fingers inside me, remembering the feeling of him inside me before. It was different tonight. A little sore, but not at all like the first time, and I felt a lot more comfortable.

  Josiah didn’t tease me for long. It was clear he felt the same drive to be inside me that I felt wanting him there, and he wasn’t wasting any time. He eased himself down on the cushions over the top of me, and I spread my legs further apart, trying to take as much of him as I could. I wanted him to be as deep as possible.

  The night before, I felt like he was all the way in me, able to touch every part of me with his cock. Tonight, however, I wanted him even deeper. There wasn’t any way in my mind for him to be too deep, and though I winced as he pushed all the way in, I was eager to keep going, eager to have all of him.

  Josiah’s lips met mine, and I closed my eyes, feeling him thrust in and out of me as I moaned beneath him. I was more confident now, moving on the couch under him as I had seen women do on tv. I felt more confident with what I was doing, but I was still letting him call the shots.

  He had the experience, and he was teaching me the ropes, even if he didn’t realize it. And I was more than happy to let him.

  Sex with him tonight was more lustful than the night before, and I enjoyed every second of it. I wanted more and more of him, I wanted him hard and fast, and that’s just how he gave himself to me. The moment we were together, I felt like I belonged to him, and he was mine.

  Nothing was going to pull us apart, and nothing could ever come between us. We were brought together by fate, and I would forever want to be with him. No one else could compare to someone as put together as Josiah, and I hoped one day I could compare to him myself.

  I let myself be as loud as felt natural, and I could tell he was enjoying every second of it. I liked that. I wanted to please him, and he liked it when I showed him how good he felt.

  I didn’t shout his name when I came, but I did gasp and moan, pulling him into me, taking him as far inside me as I could. Then, as he came, I once more held him in my arms. I wanted him to fill me. I loved the feeling of his cum dripping down my legs when I finally stood up.

  And I knew he loved cumming in me. We might have just met, but that didn’t change the fact we were clearly meant for each other. I could see it, and I was sure he did, too. There was no denying the fact that we had perfect chemistry, and though I didn’t want to say anything to him this early on in the relationship, I knew it wasn’t going to be long before I asked him if I was his girlfriend.

  I wanted to be. I wanted this to be official. As we laid on the couch glowing in the satisfaction of what we had just done, I knew that this was the man I wanted to be with. It might be early, and I might not know him well, but I felt I knew him well enough.

  I felt I knew enough about him to know this was right. It was just too perfect to be anything else. I could keep that to myself for now, but I knew it wasn’t going to be forever. I was the kind of girl who liked to have labels. I liked to know where I stood, and I wanted to know where Josiah saw us going with this.

  After all, he was clearly having as much fun with me as I was having with him, and there wasn’t any need to deprive ourselves of love when we both clearly got along so well.

  Yes, I was sure we were meant to be together, and I was sure this was the man I would spend my life with. It might be strange to think such things when I’d only known him for two weeks, but I was also a firm believer in having a feeling about someone.

  Josiah was genuine and honest. I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me, and he wouldn’t lie to me about anything. He was the kind of guy I could trust with anything, and I already did.

  Let people think what they did. I would get through school, and I would one day be able to have my own career just like he did. But for now, I was going to enjoy what we had going on with each other. I didn’t care what Kira said, and I already was telling myself not to care what my mother had to say about things.

  It was fast, but it was right, and there was no changing my mind about that.

  I wanted to be with him, and if he wanted to be with me, then I wasn’t going to let anyone tell me otherwise. It might be hard, but it would be worth it. I would put in the work, and clearly, he would be willing to do the same.

  It was between the two of us, and that’s how I meant to keep it. Then, when the time was right, we would take it to the rest of the world. There was no need to rush. This was love. This was meant to be.

  We were meant to be. I could feel it.

  Chapter 14

  Josiah

  It was likely my least favorite part of the education system, but it was mandatory for teachers and professors alike, so I had no choice but to attend.

  The beginning of the year meetings were required across every school across the entire country, and if I was going to be allowed to teach, I’d have to participate. Of course, participation might not be any more than showing up and proving that I did, but even that could be torture.

  There were little variations from school to school, but overall, I knew the rules by heart. I had been in the game long enough to know how it worked and how to conduct myself both toward the other staff members as well as the students. But, I still had to be here for the long lectures that were given by the d
ean and the members of the board.

  Part of me felt like I was back in school myself. I didn’t make eye contact much with Nathan, knowing we were bound to do something stupid to make each other laugh and be treated like we were students ourselves. No, I was just going to suffer through the meeting and get it over with, then put it behind me like I did every year.

  Halfway through the meeting, however, my phone rang. I had my phone on vibrate, and I discreetly checked it, my heart sinking when I saw it was my sister. She didn’t often call, and when she did, it was usually news I didn’t want to hear. But there was always the chance it could be important, and I didn’t want to miss what she had to say and have to call her back.

  “Excuse me,” I broke the silence of the room during a pause, “I need to take this, I’ll be right back.”

  “Make it quick,” the dean said. I nodded on my way out the door, grateful for the chance to be out of the stuffy room, but dreading the fact I now had to talk to my sister. I didn’t want to hear her voice even, but there was no avoiding it. If she called now, I was going to have to talk to her, or continue to dread when she finally called back or I had the chance to call her.

  “Hello?” I said, hoping the tone in my voice showed how unenthused I was.

  “Josiah, it’s been a while,” she said. “I wasn’t even sure you were going to answer.”

  “I’m supposed to be in a meeting, Miriam, what do you want?” I asked.

  “Dad wanted me to call and remind you that the family reunion is in two days, and you better be there, if you know what I mean,” she said.

  “I’m not sure I’m going to make it this year,” I said.

  “I wasn’t giving you the option. The whole reason why I called this early was for the sole purpose of making sure you know about it, and you’re committing to be there,” she said.

  “You know I don’t want to see him,” I said.

  “But he wants to see you, and you owe him that,” she replied.

  “I don’t see how,” I fought to stay calm. “I went with Mom for a reason.”

  “The divorce was between the two of them, and we best leave it that way,” she retorted.

  “Funny you should say that when you’re the one who chose to go with Dad,” I snapped.

  “Of course I went with him!” she said. “I was close to him, and Mom always acted like she wished I’d never been born. She was so busy fawning over you, it was like I didn’t even exist!”

  “I could say the same about Dad,” I replied.

  “Look, I know you don’t have the best relationship with him, but you need to do this. It’s for the good of the family, and you might as well bite the bullet and get it over with. It’s not like I really want to go, either, but you don’t see me making lame excuses,” she said.

  “It’s not a lame excuse!” Once more, I had to fight to keep my voice down. “School is starting in just a few days, and I’m in the middle of getting everything in place. This is a much bigger school than the one I was at in New York, and I need to make a good impression.”

  “It’s a good thing the reunion is on a Saturday then,” her voice was contrite, and I felt like slapping her through the phone. This was the entire reason why I avoided the family and all the reunions. I wasn’t close with any of them, not even my mother. But it was made worse when they got divorced and my family was split down the middle.

  There were times when I wanted things to be better – I wanted to be closer to them, but there wasn’t anything I felt I could do to change that. Things had gotten so bad among all of us, I felt that these reunions were nothing more than reminders we were never going to be that loving family.

  “I’ll see what I can do,” I said. “But I’ve really got to get going. I’m supposed to be in this meeting, and if I’m not, I’m going to have to repeat it before I can teach this year. So, I’ll talk to you later,” I said.

  “You better,” she said. “And it better be in person at the reunion.”

  “I told you I would do my best,” I knew I was being short, but I was impatient to get back in the meeting, and I didn’t want to talk about our family any longer. This was going to be yet another thing I could dread for the next few days and suffer through before wondering why I even bothered.

  “Good,” she said. “I’ll tell Dad you’ll be there.”

  Before I had the chance to say anything, she hung up the phone, making me want to throw mine against the wall. If she told Dad I was going, then I really better be there, or it would be hell to pay. Even if we weren’t close, I hated being at odds with other members of the family.

  It would be so much easier just to get it over with, even if I was already dreading the very thought of it.

  I shoved my phone back in my pocket and slipped back into the meeting, glad I had only been gone for five minutes. I sank into a seat in the back so I didn’t have to make the grand reappearance, then I tried to focus on what the dean was saying.

  My mind was spinning as I thought about the reunion, but it was brought back to the moment when he started talking about ethics.

  “Of course, we all know the rules of the school,” he was saying. “Any form of romantic or sexual relationships with the students is strictly forbidden. It doesn’t matter age, sex, year, or whether they are even attending your class. There shall not be any form of romantic or physical interaction with the students.”

  I wanted to roll my eyes. Sure, it was immature, but I didn’t care. I had planned on breaking things off with Zia before now, but I couldn’t. The only two times I had come close, I backed off at the last second, unable to look her in the eye and tell her I wasn’t going to date her anymore.

  Hearing the dean speak about having a relationship with the students and how wrong it was only made me want to raise my hand and disagree. I didn’t see anything wrong with what I was doing with Zia. It was against the rules of the school, but that was the only reason why it could be considered unethical.

  She was a consenting adult, and she was the most incredible woman I had ever met. I didn’t understand it, and the only thing I could consider was the fact she was technically forbidden to me, and that was the reason why I was so infatuated with her. But at the end of the day it really didn’t matter. What mattered was the fact that I wasn’t supposed to be with her, and with school starting, things were about to get really complicated.

  I still hadn’t told her the truth about me, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to work that into conversation, either. She was infatuated with me; I could see it in her eyes every time I had her in bed. She wanted me. And I wanted her. But, how the hell was I supposed to tell her the truth?

  And worse yet, how was I going to work this out with the school? The short answer was that I couldn’t – and I wouldn’t. But that wasn’t an easy answer by any means. The fact of the matter was that I knew I was falling for her, and I certainly didn’t want to let go of what we had.

  Rules or not, policy or not, unethical or not, the facts were the facts, and I wanted to be with her.

  How could anyone ask me to say no to Zia?

  Chapter 15

  Zia

  Things were finally settling down for me, and it felt good being able to get through my workday without making mistakes. Miss Jean didn’t feel the need to check in on me as much as she once had, and I was able to help train the new people without feeling like I was making mistakes myself, too.

  School started the following Monday, and I was already looking forward to that as well. The nerves came and went, but overall I knew things were going to be great. I was eager to get started on my degree and make something of myself, and to impress Josiah with what I would accomplish.

  Josiah was still on my mind more than anything else, and nothing made me happier than when I got to see him. I spent most nights at his house, knowing that that was going to come to an end when school started. I was going to be busy between work and my studies, and I wanted to get as much time with him as possible before
that happened.

  Of course, working as an accountant, he would have a more flexible schedule, and I hoped he would come see me at school or at work when we weren’t able to hang out as much.

  It was getting near the end of my shift at the coffee shop, and I was wrapping things up with the final customers. I was becoming known to the regulars, and many of them tipped well. It helped me have more spending money in my pocket, and I could see tonight was going to be a good night for our tips.

  The door opened, and as always, I hoped it would be Josiah coming in. There was no telling when he would be in during the day. Some days it was bright and early, other days it was nearly closing before he appeared. Then there were the days when he didn’t come in at all. Those were the longest, but since it was near the end of my shift, I had every intention of calling him when I got off anyway.

  Kira appeared through the doorway followed by Mitch, the guy she had been seeing more and more. She’d said she wasn’t going to settle down with anyone, but it seemed to be she was getting closer with this guy by the day, and she might be cuffed to someone before the semester even started.

  I didn’t mind; Mitch was a good guy, and I liked the way he treated her. I didn’t mind the fact he was around the apartment so much, and if Kira was happy with him, then I was happy for her.

  “You caught me just in time,” I said when they reached the counter. “I’ll whip up something for both of you, then I’m punching out.”

  “We’ll get the usual,” Kira said. “We don’t have any food in the house, you want to stop by the market on the way home with me and get something for dinner? Mitch has to study for next week, so he’s not going to be over tonight.”

  “Sure,” I said. I wasn’t sure if I was going to stay all night, either. I wanted to go over to Josiah’s place, but I would have enough time to stop by the store with her. I didn’t want her to feel like I was neglecting her entirely now that I was interested in someone, hard as it was to think of spending time with anyone but him.