The Billionaire's Pet - Forbidden Fun

I want to shoot out of the car and pull her into my arms, yet simultaneously bend her over and spank that pretty ass of hers for what she’s done. God, I’ve been waiting for this moment to see her again for seven long fucking days. I watch her from inside of the car and my eyes don’t leave her until she disappears for a moment. Then, the door opens and she steps out of the trailer. Even in her old clothes, she’s a sight to behold. Her form is lush and lovely, and those beautiful brown curls swirl around her shoulders, making me wish I could bury my face in them.

I get out of the car, my tall form ominous. I’m not sure how to act. On the one hand, I want to press kisses to her, and run my hands over her bulging belly. On the other, I wish I could turn her over and push her against the wall, forcing her to take me the way I crave.

Jess gulps but then she straightens her narrow shoulders and looks me in the eye. It’s a quiet staredown for a few seconds as we hold each other’s gazes. I can tell she has things to say but the unspoken words hang thick in the air between us.

“Do you want to come inside?” she offers in a small but strong voice after several more moments of silence.

I don’t say anything but nod very briefly and follow her into the musty old trailer. The linoleum counters are peeling and it barely seems bigger than a boxcar. But all that matters is that I’m here, with her.

“Where’s your dad?” I ask gruffly.

She swallows and looks at me.

“I don’t know,” she says. “He hasn’t been here since I got back. Says he has a new job.”

I can’t say I’m surprised at Randy’s absence. I wonder if he knows about the baby.

I continue to glower at her and place my hands on my hips, watching her with hungry, needy eyes. She straightens again, swallowing, and I watch as her slim throat moves, tempted to strangle her and kiss her at once. Finally, I can’t take it any longer.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I demand in a harsh tone.

Jess jumps and her mouth parts slightly as she looks down at to her feet to avoid my gaze. She’s quiet and doesn’t respond at first.

“Answer the question, Jess. Why didn’t you tell me about the baby?”

Her small hands gently rub over her barely bulging stomach bump. It’s a sweet act an expectant mother does, and it causes my stomach to flutter as I watch Jess do it with our growing baby.

She takes a deep breath.

“I’m telling you now, Cameron,” she says in a quiet voice.

I take a sharp intake of breath, my fury at her still present.

“I had to find out by a fucking pregnancy test sitting in my fucking bathroom trash. I dug through that trash can like an animal,” I shout. “Why? Why did you leave me like that? Did you think I’d kick you out once you told me?”

Her eyebrows tense together briefly and Jess looks down once more.

“I didn’t know how to tell you, Cameron. I couldn’t believe it myself, to be honest. I don’t know. I just… ”

Her voice fails her, and I watch as tears come to her eyes. It’s my undoing because I can never stay angry at this beautiful girl when she cries.

“Jess,” I say slowly. “That child is mine. Did you think that I would reject my own flesh and blood?”

She wipes futilely at the tears on her cheeks, and then looks me straight in the eye.

“I don’t know. I just didn’t know what you were going to say, and I didn’t want to face a broken heart. Are you angry, Cameron? What are you thinking?”

It’s time for my mea culpa. I take one small hand in my own, marveling at the softness of her palm.

“Jessalyn, this baby is mine. You are mine. I would never reject either of you. We made a child together, and I’m not letting you go.”

She inhales sharply, her eyes going wide.

“Cameron … are you sure?” she asks in a trembling voice.

I grip her hand harder, staring deep into those chocolate eyes. I’ve never been so flustered, angry, and happy all at once before.

“Jessalyn, I’m more than sure. I love you. I know we didn’t mean to make a baby, but we did, and there’s no way I’d let you raise the child by yourself here, in these conditions. I know this is your home, but we can do better. I know you don’t love me, but maybe we can learn to love one another over time. Please, Jess, just try—”

But she cuts me off then, her bottom lip trembling with emotion.

“I do love you, Cameron,” she says in a soft voice. “I just didn’t think you loved me back.”