Surprise Baby for my Billionaire Boss

“Can’t.” I smirked. “Got a big date tomorrow night.”

“Yeah?” Marked asked. “With who? Can’t you move it? I really feel like we should go on a road trip this weekend.”

Mark was a staunch believer in the power of the almighty road trip. As was I, usually. It would’ve been a tempting offer if the one I already had on the table wasn’t the only damn thing I’d been able to think about all day.

I ignored the question about who the date was with, but I still ran my mouth. “Can’t move it. I already booked a room at the Madison.”

Fucking tequila. It never made good decisions.

Chapter Eight

Sophia

I ran through my mental checklist one last time. Nerves and excitement bubbled like a living thing inside of me. I’d been useless at work all day, surreptitiously reading articles on my phone about what I should be expecting from the night that lay ahead.

It wasn’t the first time that I’d read articles on the subject, but now that I was actually about to lose my virginity, it seemed prudent to double check them. There was a mixed bag of opinions, tips, and warnings, but there were several things that people agreed on across the board.

As a result, I’d bought new underwear that made me feel sexy, shaved my legs, and tidied up my naughty bits. I also purchased an economy-sized box of condoms and two different kinds of lubricant, one water based and one silicone based.

A couple of the girls online were of the opinion that the prophylactics were the guy’s responsibility, but I wanted to be fully prepared, and it was the twenty-first century. I wasn’t going to depend on Brett for anything other than pleasure.

A lot of it. Hopefully.

Luckily, Mark wasn’t home when the time came

to leave, so I didn’t have to hide my overnight bag or my nerves from him. My official cover was that I was probably going to spend the night at Beth’s, so he shouldn’t worry if I didn’t come home.

I hated that I was lying to my brother. It left a bitter taste in the back of my mouth and a hollow feeling in my tummy, but it was a necessary evil. I was hours away from getting what I’d wanted for years, and while it made me feel like a selfish troll, there was no way that I was passing up on the opportunity.

My blood felt like it was getting hotter, the closer the time came, and it was practically volcanic by the time I pulled up outside the hotel and handed my keys to the valet. Brett had texted me the room number earlier, and I punched the number for the penthouse floor when I got in the elevator.

The hotel was fancy as anything, but I barely noticed the marble floors and modern steel finishes with sleek leather furniture and pops of color from flowers and decorations. My skin was alive with electricity buzzing over it, and my body sang with awareness and desire.

Brett opened the door the second after I knocked, looking insanely hot in washed out blue jeans that were artfully ripped and a dark gray button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His feet were bare and his hair still damp from the recent shower.

But it was his eyes that got to me most. The way he was looking at me like I was dessert and he’d been on a diet for a decade, like he wanted me more than an alcoholic wanted their next drink or a drug addict their next fix.

“You look fucking amazing,” he said gruffly, tugging me close and kicking the door shut behind me. The room around me faded into the background when Brett brought his hands to my face, holding it with surprising gentleness and leaning down to brush my lips with his.

“You look terrible,” I joked, trying to create some distance between us and lighten the intensity in the room.

Brett smirked, but put a finger to my lips. He knew exactly what I was doing, and he wasn’t having it. “Not tonight, Soph. Okay? Just relax. I’ve got you.”

As if to prove his point, he pulled me in for another kiss. Much deeper this time, skirting my lips with his tongue and groaning when I allowed him access. He kissed me hard, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with deep, slow strokes until I relaxed completely against him. Melting into him, my body molding to his until the world had completely zoomed out of focus again and there was nothing but us. But him.

He tasted like spearmint and something uniquely him, something that I was fast becoming familiar with and craved as much as I did my next breath. The smell of soap and man surrounded me, intoxicating me. Brett’s arms wrapped around my waist, holding me to him. Then he lifted me without breaking the kiss and carried me to the bedroom.

It was only once we got there that he set me down next to the bed and broke apart from me. He took a step back, his eyes dark with lust as he let them roam freely over my body so hungrily that it was like he’d been fighting against doing it for his entire life. His tongue darted out, and he actually licked his lips, sending a jolt of desire through me that landed with a rush of moisture between my legs.

Without a word, he made a “turn around” motion with his finger, and I did. I would do whatever he wanted, as long as he kept making me feel this sexy. This wanted. Like I was finally being seen.

He grabbed the zipper of my dress, sliding it down while moving my loose hair to the side to kiss the back of my neck and the tops of my shoulders. I tensed when the dress started falling to the floor. I was about to strip to my underwear in front of Brett freaking Kelly.

A dream come true? Absolutely. But I suddenly wondered if the sight of me in my underwear was going to finally drive home what we were doing here and send him running from the room. Or worse, what if he got a look at me in my sheer, lacy underthings and didn’t like what he saw? I’d seen some of the girls he’d dated, and they were all next level gorgeous. One was an actual supermodel.

But Brett being Brett, he read me like an open book and pressed himself close to my back as the dress pooled between us, his rock-hard erection pushed into the small of my back.

“You’re beautiful, Soph. So fucking sexy that I’m dying over here.” He thumbed my nipples through the thin bra, drawing a gasp when he pinched down on one. “I’ve been going crazy thinking about that sound, and I can’t wait to hear it over and over again.”