Dirty Arrogant Boss (Cocky Billionaire 2)

An image of her belly rounded with my child filled my head, hardening my dick further, surprising me. Normally, thoughts of knocking a woman up sent my dick to hide in my pants. Not this time. The idea of her breasts swelling because she carried my baby had me shooting off.

“I’m going to come,” she said breathily.

Her words and the fisting of her walls around my cock broke my rhythm as I plunged in faster as I came harder than I had my entire life. Spent, I fell atop her until I rolled, taking her with me.

I pulled her further on the bed, tucking her into the crook of my arm. I closed my eyes for a second, giving her a chance to rest before round two.

“Are you going to stay?” she asked.

I grinned down at her. “Love, I’m not done with you yet.”

And I wasn’t. We fucked a few more times before finally giving in to sleep. When I woke, the sun was high. We were on our sides, her back to my chest. My arm was draped around her. I moved to get out of bed quietly, so she didn’t stir. I could leave, but something about the way she’d asked if I was going to stay made me not want to pull a dick move and duck out, or so I told myself.

Instead, after a long piss, I pulled on my briefs and went to her kitchen to hunt for food. On the counter was a stack of papers. I wouldn’t have pried, but the big red stamps of ‘past due’ and ‘final notice’ caught my attention. I lifted that one and the stack was full of them.

The accusing eyes of my minx burned me.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude,” I said, setting the bill down.

“You should leave.” Her voice was cold, and I knew I’d fucked up.

I held up a hand. “Wait. Hear me out. I think we could help each other.”

She tilted her head.

I went on. “I know I shouldn’t have looked, but the stack was hard to miss.” Her lips thinned. “I could pay these bills for you and give you some money on top of that if you could do something in return for me.”

Her words were clipped when she spoke. “And what is that?”

She didn’t sound receptive to what I was about to say, and my suggestion would probably earn me a slammed door in my face. “I would take care of you even after—”

“After what?”

“You give me an heir,” I said. Her jaw dropped. “Don’t answer now. Think about it. I need an heir to claim my inheritance. You need your bills paid. It’s a win-win and for us both. You and the child would never want for anything. I swear.”

I headed to her room so she could think about it, then contacted my driver before getting dressed. When I left the room, she was still standing there with a sheet wrapped around her.

“What about the child?” she asked.

I hadn’t thought that far. I’d given up on the idea of having an heir when my admin had made demands of me after I’d slept with her. I’d thought she was a possibility. Instead, she’d turned out to be another gold-digging crazy woman. “Joint custody.”

Surprising me, Molly asked, “When do I have to let you know?”

“Soon,” I said. I pulled a card from my wallet and set it on her counter. She could do her own research and find out that I could back up my claims. I wanted to kiss her but didn’t dare. “My driver will return and take you to pick up your car.”

“No need,” she said.

“Still, I insist. I would have you go with me now except I don’t think you want to be around me right now.”

Then I walked out the door, wondering if I would hear from her again.

Three

Molly

Hugh walked out, leaving me to my turbulent thoughts. His offer was entirely too tempting. If he only knew the real reasons behind my overdue bills, he’d probably rescind his offer and hightail it out of my life. I picked up the stack and flipped through them one by one, cringing. It wasn’t long before I was sobbing. It had been so wonderful to escape for a few hours and enjoy the pleasures of the hot Hugh for a night. Why had he had to ruin it?

Maybe I needed to change my thought process. Maybe he hadn’t ruined it at all. Maybe he’d presented an opportunity of a lifetime. But should I tell him the real reason behind my God-awful debt? What if I did and it sent him running like his boxers were on fire? He was obviously from an affluent family. If they ever found out about my father, they might disown him. Or the child would most likely be disinherited. Who wanted a prison inmate as a blood relation?