Surprise Baby for my Billionaire Boss

“I’m on the pill,” she offered. “And I’ll be honest, it’s been a while. Do you…?”

“I’m always protected, and I get tested every six months. I’m clean too.”

She nodded and bit her lower lip. Granted, she was on the pill, although the new schedule and jet lag had caused her to take a few doses at different times since getting to Barcelona, but that probably wouldn’t affect anything. Since yesterday, she’d been back to her regular time frame. Besides, she was about to combust with desire.

Xavier clenched his jaw and looked over his shoulder, even though they both knew none of the tourists from the street would be able to see them. “Alright, but if you…”

She brought a finger to his soft lips. “I wouldn’t want to change my mind for any amount of money, Xavier. I want you. No, scratch that. I need you.”

She wrapped her arms around him and felt when he gave in. His arms tightened around her and picked her up, helping her wrap her legs around his waist.

“I think we’re going to have to maneuver things a little more,” he said, helping prop her back against the brick of the alley wall. He reached his hand low and slid it up her leg, his powerful hand caressing the skin of her thigh. She shuddered at his touch, feeling the waves of pleasure start to lap at every part of her body. “I might need a little help getting any barriers out of the way.”

She nodded and worked some acrobatic magic to help him slip off her panties. This time, he tucked them into the pocket of his pants. In a strange way, she appreciated that. The last thing she needed was for someone to find her unmentionables strewn about a random alley in Spain. Not that they were labeled, but still.

Xavier helped steady her against the wall with his strong grip. The brick dug into her back a bit, an intense bite that made her moan with pleasure already, with the anticipation of finally feeling all of her lover inside of her. She’d had more than one dream about him. Oh hell, he’d been the star of her deepest erotic fantasies for months, and now he was everything she could want in a man all over again. She had him exactly where she wanted him, and as long as they were in Spain, she wasn’t going to let him go.

He unzipped his jeans, and how Sandra wished they were at home and some place more private. Not because she was afraid to make love in an alley, but because she wished to be able to see his abs, to enjoy his perfectly sculpted body the way she hadn’t allowed herself to when she’d wandered into his fight with Lisette. But there would be time for that. Time to taste every ridge of his washboard abdomen, to let her tongue trace secret patterns down his torso and to the happy trail leading to his length.

The moonlight glinted overhead in the darkened alley, casting a silvery light over Xavier, highlighting those sharp, high cheekbones of his and making his eyes glow with an almost feral hint of emerald. Its best trick, however, was giving her a full glimpse of his hard member, of the girth of it that was unlike anything she’d ever had inside her. It was an erection that put Zane or the few other men she’d known to shame. Involuntarily, she licked her lips. Her mouth watered at the sight of him. Sandra opened her legs wide and lined her hips up as best as she could with his.

Fierce emerald eyes regarded her own. “I’m going to go slow. God knows I want to fuck you into next week, but I promised myself the first time I did this, I’d make you feel everything you needed, everything you wanted.”

“Wait. Promises were made?” she asked, the curiosity coloring her words.

“Maybe the first review I ever saw. I have to admit, Jules, one look at you in the Mistress of Schlock outfit and I was utterly and completely hooked.”

He eased his hips so that they aligned with hers, so that his velvety tip was caressing the entrance to her womanhood, his warm flesh playing over her most secret lips. Sandra shivered and angled her body for him, gave him every advantage he needed to take her as his own.

“I’m not worried. I don’t care how you have me, as long as we make love. I can’t resist you, Xavier. Not anymore.”

He slid his length in, inch by tantalizing inch. The deeper he went, the more ferociously the currents of pleasure lapped at her body and the more her nerves zinged with life and energy. With arousal. When he was to the root within her, he looked into her eyes.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice as sweet and smooth as honey. That cinnamon scent tickled her nose, causing her womanly nectar to flow between her legs. “God, you feel so amazing already.”

“So do you,” she said, clenching her thighs around his waist. “Do everything you want, Xav. Please.” Her voice was plaintive, taking on a mewling tone, but she didn’t care. She’d wanted him, craved him like this for fourteen months and it was all finally here. “I’m yours. Yours for whatever you wish.”

He said nothing but kept staring into her eyes as he thrust his hips forward in one, swift motion. She howled at the pleasure washing quickly through her, as if she were being splashed by wave after wave from the Pacific. Working with what leverage she could, she arched her neck up to taste his lips, to stroke his tongue with her own. He answered her hungry kisses with insatiable love bites, with just the hint of teeth capturing her bottom lip.

She moaned and bucked her hips as their lovemaking intensified, rocketing forward at a frantic staccato beat.

The waves were growing larger and her body shook with pleasure. She was so close to the edge, to the ultimate release.

Xavier came first, shooting his seed deep inside her, his juices mingling with her own. That was all it took. She felt it now, that ultimate fulfillment—that completion—of having all of Xavier inside of her and then some. The wave that crashed over her then was a tsunami of ecstasy, something that bowled her over and forced her to shut her eyes and feel the desire and the orgasms wash over her. Her bones went loose, and if her lover hadn’t been there, she’d have sunk like jelly to the ground.

But he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her as if she weighed nothing at all.

Time seemed to stand still. It could have been minutes or hours before she was coherent enough to open her eyes. She really couldn’t tell. But the soft, butterfly kisses on her eyelids and over her throat, and that slight hint of teeth grazing her collarbone brought her back to the moment between them.

“I take it that was alright with you,” Xavier said, grinning at her.

She slapped his shoulder. “You know you’re amazing. Are you digging for compliments? I’m sure all billionaire playboys are sex gods. It’s probably part of your upbringing. Turn eighteen and get a free Kama Sutra or something.”

He tilted his c

hin at her. “Maybe. It would have been way better than prep school. I’m telling you that. Can you stand?”

She nodded as he helped her down to the cobblestone. Sandra shuddered a little in the cool air as Xavier zipped himself up. Holding out her hand, palm flat, she narrowed her eyes back at him. “Okay, give it.”