The Billionaire's Secret Babies

I love the way he says that so casually—the kids. Like they’re our kids, not just mine. Like he’s sharing this responsibility too. Like he wants to be a part of their lives. Of all of our lives. But— “Overnight?” I ask, blinking in surprise. “But, don’t you have that meeting tonight, downtown?”

His smile widens. “Ah, yes, about that. Apologies for the deception. I just didn’t want you to make any plans. We haven’t had a real date night yet, and that needs to change.” Then he steps aside, waves me toward the bedroom. “You’ll want to dress quickly, though. Or we’ll be late.”

He really spoils me far too much. I’ll get as rotten as my kids. I grin at him as I slip past, and smile at Lisa on the way.

Of course, he planned ahead for this, too. There’s not one but three formal dresses spread out on the bed, for me to choose from.

I pick the red dress, to bring out my eyes, along with the black glittery heels beside the bed. When I step back out into the living room, Cassius’s eyes drink me in an inch at a time, savoring me the same way he savors a glass of fine wine.

“Perfect choice,” he tells me with a wink.

I blush, my body on fire as always beneath his gaze. I love the way he looks at me. It makes me feel like a goddess among men.

Lisa, meanwhile, is already playing happily with Luca and Lucie. She pauses between bouncing them on her knees to grin at us. “Have a ton of fun,” she says. “I’ll take great care of these guys tonight.”

“Thank you so much,” I tell her as Cassius helps me into my jacket.

“My pleasure. It’s sweet,” she adds, beaming at us. “Seeing a married couple that’s still so in love.”

My cheeks burn brighter at the misstep, but Cassius doesn’t correct her. He just smiles and leans over to ruffle Lucie’s hair.

“Have fun here with our little ones,” he tells her. Then, before I can quite process his statement—the unspoken meaning behind our—he rests his hand at the small of my back and guides me into the elevator.

The air between us sings with tension the whole ride down to the first floor. I feel electrified, ready to jump with nerves.

Out front, Amy has a car waiting for us—a full on stretch limo. I turn to gape at Cassius, but he just shrugs like it’s nothing.

“It’s our first official date,” he points out. “I had to go all out.”

“Had to makes it sound like I’m high-maintenance,” I respond, grinning as he holds the back door open for me and I climb inside. I’ve never been in a limo – for prom we just used my uncle’s old beat-up Cadillac. The inside looks just like I’ve seen on TV shows though, all sleek leather interior seats and a sidebar with crystal glasses and a shelf of liquors.

“Not at all.” Cassius climbs in behind me, settles on the seat beside me and wraps his hand around mine, possessive. He’s constantly touching me, whether it’s to pull me onto his lap during movies or wrap his arms around me from behind while I’m cooking. I love it. I’ll never get tired of the feeling of his strong arms around me, his hand in mine, our fingers intertwined. “I’m the high-maintenance one.” His eyes sparkle as they meet mine. “I insist on spoiling you at every opportunity.”

“Hmm. Well, you are definitely succeeding.” I grin and tilt my chin up for a kiss. He kisses me slow, soft, deep. The kind of kiss that will never get old. The kind of kiss you can lose yourself in.

As the car starts to move, his hands slide around my waist, pulling me across his lap.

“Mr. Anderson,” I gasp in fake outrage, as I position my knees on either side of his hips. His cock is already hard, pressed against the thin fabric of this fancy dress he bought me. “Why, this is very improper.” I feign a high-brow accent, and he only just manages to avoid laughing as he catches my mouth in another kiss.

“Mm, I had the impression that you liked impropriety, Ms. Cross.”

“Maybe,” I admit slowly, wriggling my hips against his, so his cock rubs against my pussy. Shit, at this rate, I’ll soak this lacy thong I put on in no time.

“Only maybe?” Cassius raises an eyebrow at me. “Well, in that case.”

He slides me off his lap again, just in time for the limo to take off, and I actually huff in frustration. Damn him. He loves doing that—getting me all worked up, and then delaying, delaying, delaying.

To be fair, though, when he does make me come, he more than makes up for all the time I’ve spent waiting. I shiver with delight at the memory of last night, when he spent an hour lathering me up in the shower, before he finally pinned me against the cool tile wall, lifted me off the ground, his hands digging into my ass, and fucked me against the shower wall, the hot water cascading down over us. He knows just how to angle it so his cock hits my G-spot every time, and pinned against the shower wall like that, his groin dug into my clit too, making me come doubly fast. When he decided I needed to come more than just once, he slid a hand between us to finger my clit as he continued to fuck me. I made it to three orgasms before he finally came inside me, his hot cum coating my pussy walls, a warm rush of sensation that always made my pussy tighten in pleasure.