Billionaire Boss's Unexpected Child

“We make love.” His voice was a low rumble that made my pussy wet immediately. I was already a raging bundle of hormones. It wasn’t hard to get me hot and ready, and I’d had so many dreams about him, so much desire that I couldn’t satisfy since August. “I wan

t you, Tiger, and I want you now.”

I nodded, more than happy to comply. Slipping off my shirt, jeans, and underwear, I walked to my bed. Part of me was self-conscience about being naked before him. I was far from the cute girl he’d met four months ago. My body changed in bizarre and new ways every day. I could barely keep up with it. I still wasn’t sure how Brandon could see me as anything more than a roly-poly mess.

Sitting against the headboard, I let my hand trail over my breasts and eventually petted the soft curls of dark hair at the apex of my thighs. I was too large right now to finger myself. God, I was dying for a good lay.

No, not just for sex; for the love and fulfillment that only Brandon could bring me.

He strode to the bed and quickly undressed. Neither of us was going to draw this out. There’d been two months of separation that made up for more than enough foreplay. After so long, I felt like I’d explode if I didn’t have him buried deep inside of me.

I spread my legs, and he shook his head. “No, I want you on top of me.”

I grinned. “That’s kinky.”

He grazed a hand over my well-rounded belly. “It’s the most practical angle.” Bending low, he kissed the curve of my stomach. “God, you have no idea how hot you are right now, do you, Tiger?”

“I think I feel like a beach ball.”

He chuckled again. “Now, you have to ride me, Selena. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

It took a bit of maneuvering. Obviously, I’d never done anything from this position, and it was a bit of a trick to get into the cowgirl pose with him. But we managed to make it all work. I pushed my hips flush against his, loving the thickness of his dick as it slid into my tight channel. I was wet, dripping over him, and ready for him to have his way with me. He urged his hips up as well. Together, we moved, our bodies joining as one.

I ground against him and screamed when he reached my clit, his fingers playing with me with such dexterity that I knew, in my soul, no other man could ever master. Heat built throughout me, flaring through my belly, and then arcing over my nerves as if my veins had been filled with liquid fire, like the lava of a volcano tearing through me.

“Oh, Tiger,” he said, pounding into me more and more. “I missed this.”

“Me too,” I mewled.

The two of us thrust in time with one another as the heat grew, blazing through both of us. I came hard then, spasming around him, my muscles going loose and lax, like Jell-O. I fell on top of him, and he kissed my lips.

“You’re a revelation, Selena. Always were. I love you.”

I swallowed hard. He said he’d missed me, that he needed me, but this was the first time he’d ever said he loved me. I could barely speak. It seemed like a wonderful dream.

“What?”

He kissed me again and then stroked my chin. “You, Selena Cole. I love you, and I can’t wait for you to be my wife.”

“I love you too, Brandon. I love you too.”

Epilogue

Selena

Five years later…

“Mommy! Mommy! You’re home.”

I grinned and opened my arms wide. Julian ran across the floor of the playroom and into my arms. Holding him tightly, I looked up at Tammy. She stood slowly up from the couch, unsteady on her feet. She was close to six months pregnant with Jonathan Meyer’s daughter, well, you know, their daughter, and was still dealing with being off-balance and slower than normal. For a ball of energy like Tammy, the whole situation was an anathema and driving her crazy.

“Was he good?” I asked.

“Well, he did beg for extra chocolate ice cream,” my best friend said.

“She gave it to me, Mommy!”

I laughed and let him go. “You don’t have to listen to your brother every time he begs you.”