Surprise Baby for my Billionaire Boss

But that would be wrong on so many levels.

I step inside the darkened house and slip off my shoes and jacket. All is quiet, so I know Rose is asleep, and by the light of a lone table lamp, I see Quinn’s blonde hair splayed across her prone form lying on my couch. She’s fallen asleep too and looks as beautiful and blissful as an angel in her repose, but as I step closer, my attention is caught by something much less angelic. The loose V-neck of her oversized T-shirt has slipped aside to reveal a lacy white bra, and my insolent cock twitches to life at the sight of the soft mounds beneath. They rise and fall gently with each slow breath.

I should look away, but for all my good intentions, I can’t. I’m transfixed by this sleeping beauty. I chuckle at the thought of waking her with a kiss, just like the fairy tales my daughter is so fond of. And in our own little fairy tale, the blonde princess would awaken, express her gratitude for breaking the slumbering spell by declaring her undying love for me and my little girl and becoming the mother and wife we always wanted but never had.

As I rein in my crazy runaway thoughts, I realize I’m now sitting on the edge of the sofa, hovering over this innocent girl like Dracula over Lucy. I shake my head. I need to send her home. Safe. And unravaged.

“Quinn,” I whisper, placing my hand on her arm. She stirs and inhales a quick breath as her eyes flutter open. They’re dark and misty with sleep, and my erection swells to full mast. The scent of her soap and shampoo wafts beneath my nostrils, driving my lust higher. I’m unsure who is in more danger at this moment, Quinn or me.

“Hey,” she whispers in a husky voice that sends shivers up my spine and down through my legs. “Sorry… I fell asleep. What time is it?”

“Almost nine. Sorry I’m late. I may owe you overtime,” I reply with a smile. “I hope Rose wasn’t any trouble?”

“Oh no,” she says, waving a hand and returning a sleepy grin. “She’s an angel. But I should get going.”

I stand and offer her a hand up, grateful for the dim light so that my aroused condition won’t be so obvious. She accepts it, but as I pull her upright, the DVD player slips off the edge of the sofa and lands on her foot.

“Ow…” she swears. I catch her in my arms as she lurches forward and falls against my chest. “Sorry… still asleep. Damn. Hope it isn’t broken.”

“Your foot?” I say, holding her close, reveling in the warmth of her body pressed to mine.

“No, the DVD player,” she says with a soft laugh.

“I’ll buy you a new one if it is,” I say, my hand stroking her back seemingly of its own volition. My stiff cock is pressing into her flesh, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, her face tilts upward, her eyes, nose and luscious full lips outlined in the soft shadows thrown from the lamp. Her gaze is soft and needful, and I cup her chin in the V between my thumb and forefinger, pinning her pretty visage in position. Before I know it, my lips are crushing down on hers, my tongue parting them and thrusting past her teeth to explore and devour.

Her arms snake around my neck, and to mine and my ever-growing arousal’s satisfaction, she responds to my invasion with equal heat. Her tongue intertwines with mine, both seeking and inviting me deeper, and it’s an invitation I can’t refuse. My rationalizations of earlier are shot to hell, and in a blaze of blind excitement my fingers are popping the button on her waistband and pulling the zipper.

Quinn’s moans are trapped in her throat as our lips continue to explore, but she doesn’t resist as I slide her denim shorts down over her hips to land in a heap around her ankles. My hand slips between her hot thighs to stroke the material of her panties that are already wet with arousal. Her scent fills my senses, and I’m gone.

Long gone.

In a flash my own pants are unzipped, my cock exposed and I’m lowering her onto the sofa, gripping one of her sexy thighs in one hand so that I land in the sweet cradle between her legs. My throbbing dick rubs against her soaked panties, and my hands are full of her ample, gorgeous tits, testing their ripeness like grapefruits at a market. I’ve denied myself any female contact for so long that my body is in mutiny against my brain, unheeding and unstoppable.

I pull up her shirt and pop the convenient front closure of her lacy bra, releasing her delicious heaving breasts which tumble out, unfettered, into my needy grasp.

“Quinn,” I murmur as I move to lick and suck at her nipples that have turned to stiff spikes of flesh under my ministrations.

“Oh, Logan,” I hear her voice respond, quivering with emotion. Her legs are spread and encircling me as I continue ravaging her lovely tits, nipping and plucking the nipples with my teeth. I pulse against her wet pussy with my hips, the thin layer of her silky underwear the only barrier between us. I tear myself away from her only to do away with this last obstacle, rising up to grip the flimsy material and pull it away.

I gaze down at the incredible sight before me—Quinn’s tight, youthful pussy spread out in full female glory and her chest heaving up and down with each excited breath. Her eyes are dark and pleading, and her arms rest languidly over her head, surrendering to me completely. Her long hair is spread in a golden swath across the couch pillows, and my imprisoned brain rallies one last desperate appeal to my senses. I reach into my pocket for my wallet and the long-forgotten condom that still hides there; God knows why I even kept it all this time.

As I rip the package open, Quinn sucks in a sudden, frightened breath. I look up to see her biting her kiss-bruised lower lip in an unspoken question.

“I won’t hurt you,” I say, my lust-hoarsened voice cutting through the tense air. “I want you—I’ll be gentle. If you don’t want this, just say. No means no.”

“I do want this...” she whispers, taking hold of my wrists. “But… I need to tell you… I’ve never done this before. It’s my first time…”

My thoughts freeze, even as my body still rages with desire for this incredible nymph. This beautiful young goddess. First time? What college student could still claim that in this day and age? I may be on fire for her, but do I burn enough to take this crucial, irreversible step? Take her virginity… her innocence? I swallow back the lump of future regret already forming in my throat.

“I’m glad you told me,” I say, pulling out of her grip. “We shouldn’t do this.”

“Don’t you want me?” she pleads, her eyes pooling with tears. “Please… I’m twenty-two… I know what I’m doing. I don’t want to be a virgin anymore. I want this… with you. No one else.”

I can’t resist her pleas any better than I can resist her luscious—and untouched—body. “Oh Quinn, I want you more than anything right now. But you have to be sure. What we do can’t be undone.”

She nods. “I know. I understand. I want you, too. Please. Just this one time. Don’t leave me like this.”

My heart is swelling to the same proportions as my aching, neglected cock. She’s offering me a gift that’s precious and rare and can’t be returned. I can either accept it with grace and appreciation or reject it with some thin notion of arrogance and propriety and by that token reject her. I can’t do that. I won’t.