Bedded by the Billionaire

“That sounds nice,” she managed. “I wish it could be sooner.”

He gave a rough chuckle. “You and me both, sweetheart.” He sighed and lifted her hand to his lips. “The anticipation will either kill us or make the experience explosive.”

“Or both,” she said.

He laughed again. “We should eat.”

Her stomach still doing dips and turns, Lilli picked at the meal. Her back was hurting like the dickens. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair.

“Is something bothering you?” he asked.

“I hate to complain, but may back hurts and—” She sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s the excitement, but I don’t feel very hungry at all.” She felt a sudden telltale surge of liquid and stared at him startled.

“What is it?”

“I think I’m in labor. Real labor, this time,” she added. “I think my water broke.”

Her announcement galvanized Max into action. The wide-eyed expression of fear on her face clutched at his gut. He immediately told his driver to start the car and grabbed the suitcase Lilli had packed after her experience with false labor.

Hustling her into the backseat of the town car within three minutes, he slid in beside her and made the call to Lilli’s doctor. He got the answering service since it was a Saturday. “Lilli McCall is going to the hospital right now. I don’t care who is on call. I expect to see Dr. Roberts at the hospital. My name is Max De Luca. I’m her husband.”

He disconnected his cell and turned to find Lilli staring at him. “That’s not how on call works. If you deliver on a weekend, you don’t necessarily get your specific doctor.”

“Not my wife,” Max said.

She blinked and shook her head. “I’m not used to the idea of being your wife.”

“I’ll help you,” he said in a dry tone. “Do you need to lie down?”

She shook her head and winced. “I’m too uncomfortable to lie down. The contractions are much stronger than they were with the false labor.” Fear glinted in her eyes. She bit her lip and reached for his hand. “Max, I’m going to have a baby. I want him to be okay.”

He pulled her into his arms. “He will be.”

Within two hours of arriving at the hospital, Max could tell that Lilli was suffering. Her body tensed in pain. With each contraction, she stared straight ahead and did the breathing she’d learned in her prepared childbirth classes.

Her fingernails dug into his hands during the height of the pains. The sight of her dealing with such pain horrified him. He’d never known modern childbirth was so barbaric. A newfound respect for Lilli grew inside him.

“I think I want an epidural,” she announced breathlessly after what looked like an excruciating contraction.

Relieved, he immediately called the nurse and demanded the medication.

After what felt like forever, the obstetrician checked Lilli’s progress and shook her head. “Too late for an epidural.”

Outraged, Max stood. “What do you mean too late? She’s in pain. She needs medication and she’ll damn well have it.”

The doctor shot him a long-suffering look. “Mr. De Luca, the baby is crowning. Your wife is ready to deliver.”

His wife. His son. The knowledge hit him like a ton of bricks. Within thirty minutes and what had to be a thousand pushes, the baby, a small squalling mass of humanity, made his entrance into the world.

The baby cried. Lilli cried. Max swore. Seconds later, Lilli held her son, their son, in her arms. “You’re here,” she said to the baby, touching each of his tiny fingers and toes. “You’re really here.” She looked up at Max, her eyes filled with tears. “Look. We did it.”

Max shook his head. “You did all the work. I didn’t do anything.”

“Yes, you did,” she said. “You were here for me. For him. You watched over me. I want you to hold him.”

Max gingerly took the baby in his arms and looked down into the infant’s face. “Nice hat,” he said of the tiny blue cap the nurse had placed on his head. “He’s—” Max paused. “He’s pink.”

Lilli laughed. “That’s a good thing. It means he’s healthy.”

Max gave a slow nod and studied the baby. “Little hands. Soft skin. What are we going to call you? There’s got to be something better than butter bean.” He glanced at Lilli. “Do you know what you’re going to name him?”

Lilli felt something inside her quiver and shake. Watching Max hold her son made her bones shift.

The baby waved a hand toward Max and he looked surprised. “Hi there,” he said in a low voice. “Looks like your mom did an excellent job.”

Lilli bit her lip as she felt another stabbing urge to cry.

Max returned the baby to her arms. “He looks perfect.”

“Thank you,” she said, blinking against threatening tears. “I think I want to name him David.”

He nodded. “Excellent choice. Solid. Not trendy or ambiguous. He won’t have to beat anyone up on the playground to defend his name.”

She took a careful breath and watched his face. “And for his middle name, I was thinking of Maximillian.”

He stared at her for a long moment in silence.

The longer the silence lasted the more nervous Lilli felt. Even the baby squirmed in her arms. “If it’s okay with you,” she added. “If you don’t want that, then—”

“No, I do. I’m just surprised. I wondered if you would name him after Tony.”

“You have already been more of a father to him than your brother could have ever been.”

The next month passed in a blur of bottles, diapers and middle-of-the night interruptions. Lilli fell head over heels in love with her son, but when she showed the first sign of weariness, Max insisted she choose a mother’s helper. Although she fought the idea at first, Lilli couldn’t deny that getting a full night of rest made her feel like a new woman.

Since the baby had been born, Max continued to sleep in his room and she slept in hers. It seemed as though he was at work all the time. At first, she’d been too tired to focus on it, but now she was starting to get nervous. The more she thought about it, the more she realized he’d barely touched her during the last few weeks. Had his desire for her waned? Now that she was a mother, had she somehow become less sexy? The notion tortured her.

Unable to stand their polite distance any longer, she waited up for him one night. She sat in the dark, drinking her first glass of wine in ten months, rehearsing her conversation. She’d carefully chosen a silky camisole top and flowing blue skirt that made her feel feminine. She’d even put on a little makeup to perk up her features.

Sitting in the den, she turned on the lamp beside her and flipped through an architectural magazine. With only the soft glow from a lamp to keep her company, nine o’clock passed, then nine-thirty, then ten o’clock, but she was determined to wait for him.

It was close to ten-thirty when Max dragged himself through the door from the garage. He rubbed the back of his tense neck. These late hours were going to kill him.

But it wasn’t as if he had any choice. He sure as hell couldn’t hang around the house. Now that Lilli had delivered the baby, he had no visual reminder of why he couldn’t take her to bed.

He would be an inconsiderate bastard to take her before she was fully recovered. That left him with the option of playing an exhausting game of keep-away. Sighing, he tugged his tie loose the rest of the way and unbuttoned the top few buttons on his shirt. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a light from the den. Curious, he walked into the room and found Lilli sleeping, her arms wrapped around a large throw pillow.

A stab of hunger twisted his gut. Lord help him, he was jealous of that damn pillow. He wanted her wrapped around him.

Her skirt had risen above her knees, revealing her shapely legs, and the material clung with sensual ease over her feminine curves. A strand of her hair had fallen over her cheek.

She was so inviting it was all he could do not to carry her up to his room right then. Instead, he tempted his self-control by lifting his fingers to touch that silky strand of hair and slide it away from her cheek.

Her lashes fluttered and she gradually opened her eyes. Her sexy, dazed expression lingered a few seconds before it cleared. “Hi,” she said with a trace of self-consciousness and pushed herself up from the pillow. “I must have fallen asleep.”

He nodded. “You’re dressed up. Did you have plans?”

Her cheeks warmed with color and she pushed her hair from her face. “I was waiting up for you.”

Surprise kicked through him and he sat down beside her. “Why? Is there a problem with David? Is the mother’s helper still working out?”

“No problem with Maria. She’s perfect. David is perfect,” she added and paused. “Although I would like you to spend a little more time with him.”

He nodded. “I can do that. I just wanted to give the two of you time to get adjusted first.”

She bit her lip and met his gaze. “Is that why you’ve also been avoiding me?”

“Caring for an infant is demanding, plus you need to recover from the birth.”

She continued to look at him as if she were waiting for him to add something more. When he didn’t, she sighed. “You’re sure that’s all there is?”

He frowned. “What else would there be?”

She bit her lip again. “I wasn’t sure if perhaps you were having second thoughts about getting married. If, maybe…” She faltered then lifted her chin as if she were determined to go on. “If you didn’t want me anymore.”

Shock zinged through him like an electrical current. “You’re joking, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m not,” she said, her voice husky. “You haven’t touched me since the baby was born. You’re always gone. What else should I think?”