Dazzle: The Billionaire's Secret Surrogate

“Oh, I’ll do my best,” Kady replied with a silly laugh as she climbed into his bed. It was so soft and so comfortable, the giant mattress–who knew they made something bigger than a king sized? –lured her into its depths. As she dug her way underneath layers of down comforters and more silk sheets, Kady couldn’t help but sigh as her body melted bonelessly into the bed beneath her. She went right to sleep in less than a minute, much to Archer’s disappointment when he found her like that upon his return.

He paused as he walked closer, drinking in the sight of her graceful form lying in his bed, a surge of masculine satisfaction firing through him at the thought. She looked so beautiful, so carefree now that the relaxation of sleep had soothed the troubled lines that had marred her expression just a few short hours ago.

It was hard to believe that he had just known this woman a day. It felt like the most natural, wonderful thing to come to bed, and find her in it. He wanted more days like this, and especially nights, he grinned to himself as he measured the steady rise and fall of her chest as she slumbered.

Archer couldn’t take his eyes off her, her beauty astounding him, but it was so much more than that. She was so much more. Everything about her: her strength, her spirit, her optimism and refusal to quit in the face of so much hardship all attested to the beauty that lay inside. He’d never met anyone quite like her.

“Poor girl,” he whispered, as he climbed in and wrapped her gently in his arms, careful not to disturb her peaceful sleep. “You really must be tired from all of this. And you’re probably scared as hell, too.”

And with those words, Archer soon drifted off to sleep as well, too tired even to wonder what the morning would bring.

Chapter 13

When Kady woke up the next morning, her body was on fire. She felt a pair of lips exploring her collarbone, and she moaned softly, bringing her fingers up to slide through the softness of Archer’s long, brown hair. Her brain returned the fact that he must have untied it, and she found herself eager for a look at him with it cascading down instead of drawn back away from his face.

Was it possible for a man to look even more handsome than ever just because he had been sleeping? The drooping eyelids and lazy downward tilt of his lips did wonders for her already revving libido. Who knew that simply waking up to him would have her feeling like this? She was still too sleepy to even be frightened by the reaction.

As soon as he was aware that she’d opened her eyes, Archer cast his bedmate his most winning smile and moved up slightly so he could kiss her. His lips found hers, and one of his hands smoothed down her side until it reached the bottom of her nightshirt, an old t-shirt of his that was about three sizes too big, then deftly snuck under the fabric at her hip and smoothed upwards again, taking the shirt along for the ride.

Kady groaned at the simple yet highly effective touch. If it worked so well on her, she wondered, how well would that work on Archer? Shyly, she did it back, making him groan even louder than she’d done. But she also got more than she’d bargained for, because he then slid one of his legs over both of hers, bringing his lower anatomy into sharp contact with her thigh. His cock was huge, and ready, and panic was her middle name.

“Archer!” she gasped, trembling with sudden fear as much as with desire.

“Hush, Kady,” he said softly. “I want you to get used to me. My body is yours. To touch, to taste, whatever you want. Here, give me your hand.”

Kady let Archer guide her hand down to touch him, but her first reaction was to gasp and snatch it away as soon as she’d felt him beneath her fingertips. “That’s—that’s huge, Archer!”

“Thanks,” he chuckled.

“No—but I mean—it’s so big, how does it…well, you know?”

“It works, believe me,” he replied, this time with a full belly laugh that had her humiliation ratcheting despite her attempts to stay calm. “And this one in particular would really, really like to.”

“Um, I—really, really?”

“Very much,” he said huskily, kissing her again. This time, he slid his tongue between her lips, and Kady’s insides caught fire. She was beginning to see why kissing was such a popular activity. She tried to match Archer’s tongue movements, and when he realized it he started to show her other movements to try out.

“You haven’t kissed a guy either, then?” he asked softly at some point.

“Only once for a photo shoot, but not like this.”

Archer sighed as he kissed her again, this time just a gentle peck of the lips. Then he tossed the blanket down by their feet as he sat up and started unbuttoning Kady’s pajama top.

“Archer!” she gasped, though she didn’t do anything to stop him, immobilized by shock, or lust, or maybe a combination of both.

He smirked devilishly while he continued what he was doing. Then he deftly unfastened her bra as well, making Kady gasp again. Loudly. She was sure shock was winning when his lips came down, claiming one dark nipple with a questing tongue. Kady’s hands instinctively flew up into his hair and gave a little tug, but this served only to increase the intensity of his touch.

“Mm, sweet chocolate,” he hummed against her breast, making her giggle.

“So lame,” she told him.

“So beautiful,” he countered, cupping her face between his hands.

“Archer…” she said softly, and he moved up to kiss her again. This time as he did so, his hand came down to the button on her pajama bottoms, expertly pulling it open with just two of his fingers. “God, what are you—Archer!”

His fingers were inside her pajamas, rubbing downward. They found the sweet, wet slit they were looking for. Kady thought she might go delirious at the gentle touch. Such a noise as she’d never heard come out of her mouth escaped, high pitched and decadent sounding, like she had just gotten her first taste of ambrosia or something. She thought she probably had.

“That’s nice, isn’t it?’ said Archer soothingly. “You like that?”