Cocky Billionaires: A Contemporary Romance Box Set

by J. P. Comeau

  I jerked my head up from feeding my baby boy. “Yes?”

  He crouched down beside me. “Miss Crown suffered from what we call a uterine rupture. Unmedicated labor was a bit too hard on her body, and when the uterus was trying to push out the placenta, it split just that quickly.”

  My heart leaped into my throat. “Please tell me she’s all right.”

  The doctor sighed. “These next few hours are crucial. But, all she can talk about is seeing the two of you. Come with me.”

  I sure as hell didn’t have to be told twice.

  I marched down the hallway, in tandem with the doctor, before he led me into a recovery room that had more beeping machines and more tubes than when we first came in. Seeing Roxy so pale and so fragile broke my heart. But, she was alive, and that showed me exactly the kind of fighter she was. Her eyes slowly opened, and her head turned toward the door, and even from beyond the worry and the pain and the sorrow behind her eyes, her face lit up with joy.

  “There are my boys,” she said weakly.

  I rushed to her side. “Want to give this skin to skin thing another try?”

  Her eyes watered. “Would I ever.”

  I helped get her gown undone before I settled our son against her skin. And when their two bodies met, I watched color flush back into Roxy’s face. I watched our little boy nuzzle between her leaking breasts, so I pulled up a chair and softly guided our son’s lips to her bosom.

  Before he latched on and started sucking.

  Roxy giggled. “Looks like he won’t have an issue eating.”

  I smiled. “Gets that from you.”

  She glared at me. “You think you’re cute, but sometimes you’re annoying.”

  I kissed her forehead. “I’ll take it any day of the week.”

  I sat back down in the chair. “So, do you have a name for our little guy?”

  Her head fell back to her pillow as our son continued to nurse. “How does Bryce sound?”

  I blinked. “What?”

  Her head lobbed over to face me. “Bryce Clinton Hearthstone. Has a bit of a ring to it, doesn’t it?”

  I felt a tear streak my cheek. “Are you being serious right now?”

  She nodded. “That way, you and Bryce will always be together. In him.”

  I drew in a broken breath. “Marry me.”

  She furrowed her brow. “What?”

  I held my breath before I let out a snicker and took her left hand in my own.

  “I know that’s not the most romantic proposal, and I certainly don’t have the ring with me. I, uh, planned on proposing once we got home and got settled in. So, it’s there, in my underwear drawer. But, I can’t wait a second longer. I can’t wait one more millisecond to ask. Roxy Crown, I love you more than life itself. You’ve given me my son. My namesake. And it sure as hell wouldn't be fair if you didn’t bear our last name, either. I love you from the bottom of my soul. To the moon and back. Forever, and back again. Roxy Crown, will you marry me?”

  She let out a soft sob. “Of course, I’ll marry you, Clint. And I promise never to tell anyone that you really can cry like me.”

  I barked with laughter. “You and that sarcastic wit of yours.”

  “Come here and give me a kiss.”

  And as I raised up, pressing my lips against her own, I knew that was the first of many commands I’d obey for the rest of my life.

  So long as Roxy and Bryce were always at my side.

  EPILOGUE

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  ROXY

  A FEW MONTHS LATER

  The ocean breeze blew in from the Hawaiian coast as our private cabana hut sat just behind us. With the sun setting over the water and our family and friends gathered along the sand, I gazed up into Clint’s eyes. I watched the sunset wash over the sky in the reflection of his gaze as the officiant smiled between us.

  And as sand squished between my toes, I heard those glorious words fall from the officiant’s mouth.

  “With the power invested in me by the state of Hawaii and this beautiful country of ours, I now pronounce you man and wife. Clint?”

  He grinned. “Yes, sir?”

  “Kiss your bride and get out of here.”

  Kelly whistled at the top of her lungs, and Karina whooped like she was at a basketball game, as Clint took me into his arms. The last of the sun shone across the horizon, igniting the ocean into watery flames of desire. Our lips pressed together, sealing our union that had been months in the making. And when I heard Bryce cooing behind me in the arms of my maid of honor--none other than my own sister--tears rushed my eyes.

  Everyone gathered around us to give handshakes, hugs, and kisses. Even the officiant congratulated us before we invited him to stay for our small reception. It was simple, really: a long, sprawling picnic table with a bonfire cooking our stuffed pig to perfection. And as the sun finally sank beneath the undulating waves that would wake Clint and myself up every morning for the next two weeks, I gazed up at the stars.

  As tiki torches were lit to keep the party going.

  “You look beautiful tonight,” he said.

  I smiled. “I never knew white linen pants could look so good on someone. Have you been working out?”

  He chuckled. “If you call midnight bottle feedings and carrying our son around a workout.”

  “Hey, anyone in our position would call that a workout. Especially with the slack you picked up in the beginning.”

  He wrapped his arms around me. “I’m just glad you’re alive and safe. With a clean bill of health, I might add.”

  I grinned. “Just in time for our honeymoon.”

  He growled lowly. “Perfect timing, indeed.”

  I stood to my tiptoes and kissed the lips of my husband before Daddy walked up behind me. He tapped me on the shoulder, and I turned around before he enveloped me in a massive hug. I was so thankful for the help my parents had provided for us. Mom came to stay with us at the house for the first two months of Bryce’s life so I could recuperate from my surgery, and Daddy took time off work to come play chef. And Clint’s parents had been a godsend once mine returned back home. But, while I was thankful for their help, I was excited to have the next two weeks all to myself.

  With no one but Clint at my side.

  “You guys sure you don’t want to stay an extra week? It’s on me,” Daddy said.

  I leaned my head against Clint’s chest. “I’m sure.”

  Daddy rubbed my back. “Well, if you change your mind? All you have to do is give me a call. And until then, Bryce will be well taken care of.”

  Clint shook his hand. “Thanks for doing this at our place back in Vegas. We just thought Bryce would cope better with us gone if he was in his own surroundings.”

  Daddy chuckled. “We raised two of them. So, trust me, we get it. We’re happy to help in any way we can. You two just make sure to enjoy yourselves.”

  I wrapped my arms around Clint. “We will. I’ve already got us booked for surfing lessons.”

  Clint paused. “Surfing lessons? Shouldn't we take it a bit easier than that?”

  I looked up into his face. “A clean bill of health, remember?”

  He gazed into my eyes. “I almost lost you, Roxy. I’m going to be a bit testy for a while when it comes to things.”

  I nodded. “I know. And I love you all the more for it.”

  Daddy smiled brightly. “If I waste any more time, your mother’s going to get hangry. And we all know what happens when she gets hangry.”

  I giggled. “Go get that woman some food. We’ll come find you guys in a second.”

  I watched as my father shook Clint’s hand one last time. Then, he trotted off towards the sprawling table of food. I drew in a deep breath as I turned toward the ocean, feeling Clint slip his arms around my waist. I gazed out over the darkened waters. I watched the night sky reflect itself aimlessly off the surface. But, once I felt Clint kiss my cheek, my focus turned elsewhere.

  “Wanting to get things started
early?” I asked.

  He chuckled. “We’ll have plenty of alone time for that the next two weeks.”

  “Mmmm, and I can’t wait.”

  “Are you happy, Roxy?”

  I furrowed my brow. “What kind of question is that?”

  “Just answer it for me. Are you happy?”

  I turned around in his arms. “Are you worried I’m not?”

  He pinned me with a stern look. “Humor me.”

  I nodded. “Okay. Well, I’ve just married the man of my dreams, I’m alive and healthy, I’ve got a beautiful baby boy, and I live in a pseudo-mansion on a sprawling fifteen acres. I’ve got a supportive husband who loves me. I’ve got family and friends that want to be part of my life.”

  He smiled. “So, are you happy, Roxy?”

  I shook my head. “I’m happier than I could have ever dreamt in my wildest dreams.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  He cupped the back of my head and brought my lips to his in a soft kiss. And as we stood there on the beach, only a quarter of a mile away from our private honeymoon cabana, I finally understood the true definition of ‘perfection.’ I had Clint, I had Bryce, I had my family and my health. I had a career waiting for me back at the security company once I felt well enough to start back working, and until then, I had the full support of the security teams I’d been managing beneath Clint ever since he gave me that promotion. I had more than I deserved. I had more than I had ever imagined in my wildest concoctions.

  And when I looked over at the table of family and friends already eating without us, I realized something.

  I realized we all got our happy endings.

  “Ready to go eat?” Clint murmured.

  I nodded. “Yeah. You?”

  He kissed the top of my head. “I could always eat.”

  I snickered. “Don’t I know it.”

  He kissed the shell of my ear. “You just wait for dessert, though. I’ve cooked up something nice for you.”

  My eyes fluttered up to his. “Oh? Does this have anything to do with the present you won’t let me open?”

  He chuckled. “Let’s just say there are more surprises to come tonight. You know, once everyone clears out.”

  I purred softly. “Then, I’m looking forward to it. As much of it as I can stand.”

  I’m looking forward to the rest of my life with you, Clint.

  And I knew that would never change, so long as I was alive.

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  The job posting had forgotten to mention that the position was for a live-in nanny.

  Please tell me that this is a nightmare.

  I need the money, yes.

  But am I willing to live under the same roof as my cowboy billionaire boss in exchange for it?

  Probably… not.

  Okay, maybe I should accept the 24-hour nanny position.

  Just hear me out.

  The arrangement feels wrong but it’s for a good cause.

  It will help him get his daughter’s custody.

  Besides, I enjoy drooling over him.

  Even though crushing on my billionaire boss could cost me my job.

  But how do I keep my distance from him while we live in the same house?

  Especially with his piercing eyes undressing me every single day?

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