The Billionaire's Baby Arrangement (Bad Boys and Babies 2)

“You don’t have to cook. Unless you want to. There’s a menu hanging in a binder on the fridge. Look through it. The chef will make it for us.”

“The chef?” Emma asked.

“Yes, the chef. I don’t have time to make my own healthy meals every night,” he told her. “So pick something, and we’ll have dinner tonight. Here.”

She loved the way he looked at her. Like dinner at home with her was something worth looking forward to.

“Okay.” Her stomach did the happy flutter again. “I’ll see you then. You should get going or you’ll be late.”

“Maybe I just don’t want to leave,” he said softly. Her heart trembled.

“I don’t really want you to either,” she whispered back. “But, you did say it was important. And, I’ll make it worth your while after dinner.”

His eyes lit up. “That sounds like a perfect idea.”

He leaned over and kissed the top of her head. She warmed from the touch of his lips straight down to her toes.

“Have fun unpacking,” he said, and then quickly turned and headed out the door before he could change his mind.

Emma watched him go, her heart beating fast. Unpacking was nice, and she was looking forward to a delicious meal, but it was the after-dinner activity that she was most excited about...

Chapter 13

Emma

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Emma fiddled with the strings on her satin robe, waiting for Jackson to come home that night. He was due home any minute now and she was counting the seconds.

She lay on the white leather couch under the light of the lamp. She knew that she would be the first thing he would see when he walked in the door, because she’d checked it to make sure. She’d stood in the entryway and made sure that the light hit only the couch. She just hoped that it looked as sexy in real life as it did her mind.

She stretched her legs out along the cool leather, feeling the satin of her robe slip slightly. It was the only thing she had on. Just a pale pink satin robe tied at her waist. She could already imagine Jackson’s fingers touching her through the soft fabric and she shivered.

She hoped he came home soon.

Steps in the hallway drew her attention. She held her breath as she heard someone place their hand to the door and the soft click of the lock as it released.

What if it wasn’t him? she suddenly thought. What if this wasn’t Jackson, but one of the cleaning staff or an assistant? They were about to walk in on Emma in a rather compromising position. Emma held her breath as the door opened. If it wasn’t Jackson, it was too late to do anything about it now.

The door swung open and Jackson stepped inside. Emma let out a small breath, glad that it was him and not an overbearing assistant. She could just image his secretary or Jane walking in.

He shrugged out of his dark suit jacket, not yet noticing her on the couch. His shoulders slumped and he moved slowly as he kicked off his shoes. It must have been a hard day at work.

She cleared her throat, making him look up. He paused and his mouth dropped as he took her in. She lay in the lamplight, all soft curves and sex. She’d purposefully curled her hair into soft waves and experimented with eye makeup until she had just the right bedroom eyes.

“Welcome home, Jackson,” she purred, making sure to keep her voice low and seductive.

A slow smile crossed his face and his shoulders came back up. The cocky walk that she loved was back as he moved through the apartment to stand before her. His eyes went up and down her body, taking in every inch.

“I could get used to this,” he murmured, still looking her over like he didn’t believe she was real. His eyes finally met hers and she could see the lust shining through.

“I was wondering when you were going to get home.” Her hand went to the silky collar of her robe and she tugged on it gently to reveal just a hint of smooth skin underneath. She liked that he swallowed hard and stared.

“Work went long,” he said, his eyes still glued to the bare skin of her chest. She let the robe open just a little more. “If I had known this was waiting for me, I would have been home hours ago.”

She grinned and stood from the couch. She flipped off the light, letting just the pale glow from the city lights fill the room. With a grin, she undid the ties to the robe and let the fabric slide to the floor. The pale silk pooled around her ankles as she stood naked before him in the pale twilight. She knew the lack of light would hide her flaws.

His reaction made all the waiting worth it. His eyes dilated, his mouth opened, and she could see the growing bulge in his pants. She rather liked having this effect on him. She knew that he found her beautiful. She knew that he found her sexually attractive, but to see his actual reaction would never get old.