Billionaire's Baby Surprise - Part 1

Chapter One

It was a cliché to say their eyes locked across the crowded club, and everyone else disappeared. Sondra’s lips quirked, happy she had gotten a bachelor’s degree in business administration instead of creative writing. The fleeting thought fled her mind as he moved closer.

Stalking her. The thought gave her a pleasant little thrill. She watched the dark-haired white guy heading toward her with single-minded determination. His lean body moved through the crowd like a big cat on the savanna. She was his prey, and when he caught her, he would eat her up.

Licking her lips, she straightened the hem of her red dress and smoothed her hands down over her curvy hips before striding forward to meet him.

“Can I buy you a drink?” they asked each other simultaneously.

She smiled and nodded, walking close to him without touching as they made their way to the bar. It was strange to be so attracted to someone so abruptly, when she was normally cautious and analytical. It couldn’t be the two glasses of champagne she’d had with her girlfriends upon their arrival, since that had barely given her a buzz. It had to be the man himself.

Discreetly, she inhaled his scent as she was forced to press close against him to avoid colliding with a dancing couple. He smelled like sandalwood and something unidentifiable but crisply masculine. As he placed orders for their drinks—screwdriver for her and scotch on the rocks for himself—she studied him.

His hair was short and businesslike, but the light dusting of stubble ruined the corporate look. His tight jeans and black T-shirt were deceptively casual, but could have been designer. That was the odd thing about expensive clothes. If done properly, they often looked bargain basement. It still confused her even after her friend Maevyn had tried to explain it to her.

When he stretched across the teak bar to grab their drinks, she got a quick glance at his butt. Molded by tight denim, it was obviously taut and muscular. The kind of ass a girl’s fingers could dig into and hold on for the ride.

As he turned to hand her the drink, she went for an innocent smile, but was pretty sure he’d caught her checking out his backside just by the twinkle in his eyes and the satisfied smirk on his lips.

There were no free tables, and as much as she loved Mae and Dani, she wasn’t sharing the yummy man before her, so she didn’t suggest sitting at the table her group had snagged earlier. Instead, they found a quieter corner and leaned against the wall, sipping their drinks and making small talk.

“Do you come here often?” he asked a few minutes later.

She shook her head, making silky strands of straight hair brush against her cheeks. Normally, she let it curl as it was wont to do, but had taken a little extra time tonight. The effort seemed to be worth it if she had caught the attention of the man standing beside her.

The man… Lord, she didn’t even know his name, and they’d been talking for a few minutes. “I’ve been here a few times, but I’m usually not a nightclub person—especially on a work night. Um, what’s your name?” She extended her hand. “I’m Sondra.”

He took her hand slowly, his fingertips caressing hers before brushing across her palms in a sensuous manner that made her stomach clench. When he grasped her hand firmly, her heartbeat increased, and she didn’t protest when he kept hold of it instead of releasing her.

“Jake.”

“Jake.” She repeated the name carefully, savoring it and drawing it out from one syllable to a purr. “What about you, Jake. Do you come here often?”

He lifted a shoulder. “It’s near my apartment, but I don’t often have the time. Maybe a couple of times per quarter.”

She giggled at the business-speak. “I can tell you’re another corporate drone.”

His ears reddened slightly, and his brown eyes darkened. “I…what?”

She squeezed his hand. “I am too.” Lifting the glass in her other hand, she said, “Though I suppose I’m a little less of a drone as of today. I start my new job tomorrow as a personal assistant to the executive assistant of the CEO.”

“Oh.” He sipped his drink. “Is it your first job?”

Sondra snorted. “Hardly. I’m twenty-seven. I’ve been slaving away in the bowels of WWJ Industries since I finished college.”

He froze for a second before saying, “I guess you impressed someone to get promoted so quickly.”

She could have gone for false modesty, but decided to be direct instead. “Yes. I’m very impressive in many areas.”

Jake quirked a brow. “I can imagine.” The smoky look he gave her from the top of her sleek dark hair to the tip of her red slingbacks left no doubt exactly what he was imagining.

Impulsively, she finished her drink in a long gulp, partly for courage and partly to dispense with it. Then she met his gaze. “Do you want to get out of here, Jake?”

He hesitated for just a second before setting down his half-finished drink on someone else’s table, ignoring their glare. Tugging lightly on her hand pulled her against him, and she set her glass beside his, suppressing a chuckle at the outraged comments from the table’s occupants.

She seemed to magically glide on air currents as he hurried her from the club. She lifted her hand to hail a taxi, but he captured it with his, holding both of hers for a second.

“My place is just a couple of blocks up the street.”

“Okay.” Briefly, she considered the idea of running back into the club to let her friends know she was leaving, and with whom, but decided against it. Perhaps she was behaving recklessly, but since she never did, it was an experience she deserved to fully enjoy.

They walked briskly down the street. It was a warm summer night, with only the slightest breeze stirring occasionally, but she was in no mood to enjoy the balmy evening. The prospect of enjoying Jake loomed instead, and she was eager for it.

As she walked into his building with him, eyes widening at the elegant lobby, she had a moment of feeling out of her element. This was a far cry from growing up in a tiny apartment in a seedy area of town. Even her current apartment, shared with Mae and Dani, was a hovel in comparison—and this was just the foyer.

“Good evening, Mr. Jac—”

“Hello, Thomas.” Jake sped by the luxurious reception desk, complete with the uniformed greeter, almost dragging her behind him as they entered the elevator.

She was nearly surprised not to find an attendant waiting to press the button for them. Eyeing him for a second as he selected the top floor, she said, “Hmm, maybe not a drone, Jake.”

“What?”

Sondra smiled. “You aren’t a corporate drone.”

He lifted a

shoulder. “I’m in management.”

Immediately, she pictured the lead of the admin department and the woman she would report to with her new promotion. Compared to the sleek but uptight Eleanor Clevage, he looked nothing like a junior executive. She was grateful for that, not wanting to think about Clevage when they were having sex.

Having sex.

The words circulated in her mind, and the voice of common sense tried to chastise her. Are you really going to have sex with some guy you just met?

Yes.

It’s a terrible idea.

Yes.

You really shouldn’t—

Shut up, she told herself firmly, determined to let hormones win over intellect tonight. It had been way too long since she’d had sex with something not powered by batteries, and the delicious hunk of white chocolate leading her into his spacious apartment was an indulgence she deserved. It was just one night and purely physical, so what could it hurt?

He closed the door behind them, and she stood to the side of the entryway as she waited for him to pass her and lead her down the marble floor. Silk wallpaper glided under her fingertips when she trailed them down the wall as they walked. It was a beautiful place, and Jake was clearly loaded, but she didn’t give a darn about what was in the wallet stuffed in his pants.

She was far more interested in what else he kept in those snug jeans. When he led her into a large living room, she stood near him. “Lovely apartment.” It probably was, but she was beyond noticing much of it. Looking closely would mean tearing her gaze from his.

“Drink?”

She shook her head.

“Food?”

Sondra smiled. “No, thanks, but I wouldn’t say no to lying down.” With a wink, she put her hand on his arm and leaned closer to him. Where had this teasing temptress come from? Perhaps she had been repressing this side of herself too long in her pursuit of financial security and career advancement.

“Never let it be said a Jac…Jake is insensitive to his guest’s desires.” In a move straight from a cheesy romance movie, he swooped down and picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry instead of the traditional embrace.

Her head spun as blood rushed to her brain. Sondra giggled and shrieked, trying to escape his firm clutches as he strode through the apartment. From her vantage point, she could see the wainscoting on the lower parts of the walls, the famous logo on his expensive sneakers, and the cleft of his buttocks outlined in denim. Her gaze focused there, and her panties were soaked by the time he dropped her gently onto a massive bed.

Sprawling there, and making no move to put her legs together, she grinned up at him. “This bed is bigger than my apartment, Jake.”

He laughed. “We’re going to need every inch so I can do all the wicked things playing through my mind.”

She licked her lips. “That sounds naughty.” Patting the bed beside her, she said, “Tell me more.”

“I’d rather show you.” He stripped off the black T-shirt in a fluid motion. “I prefer a hands-on style of management.” His shoes and socks went next.

“Nice.” Sondra kicked off her shoes. “I’m a fast learner, Jake.”

“It’s okay if you aren’t.” He unzipped his jeans, shucking them off quickly. His briefs joined the pile of his clothing. “I don’t mind showing you as many times as it takes. Night after night, until we reach a mutually satisfactory resolution.”

He dropped onto the bed beside her, his mouth seeking out hers. Sondra surrendered to the kiss, even as little alarm bells rang in the back of her mind. Part of her wanted to break away to make sure he understood the terms of their deal. One night only. She wasn’t looking for anything serious.

Deciding it was meaningless flirtation, and setting boundaries was unnecessary, she let herself enjoy his mouth on hers. Jake was probably good at the one-night thing and had his whole routine down. He was just saying what he thought she wanted to hear by implying he wanted more than just a quick fuck. She wanted more than a quick fuck too, but nothing approaching relationships or commitment. It wasn’t part of her five-year plan, especially now that she had been promoted.

Jake kissed his way down her neck as his hand slipped under the hem of her dress, pushing it up to her hips. Sondra lifted her bottom to help him slide it up, scooting into a semi-seated position to roll it up and off her body. With an enthusiastic fling, she tossed it toward his pile of clothes.

He wasted no time in stripping off the red bra to reveal her full breasts. Cradling each one in his hands, he thumbed her nipples as he bent his head to kiss her again. She curled nearer to him, plundering his mouth with her tongue as Jake caressed her breasts.

He broke the kiss to move his head downward, taking one of her nut-brown nipples between his lips. The contrast of his light skin against her darker shade was beautiful and only fueled her arousal. She had never been with a white man before, but it wasn’t because she had a hang-up about it. With her limited time and focus on career first, she’d hardly been with any men, regardless of race.

Jake slowly pulled away from her breast, taking a moment to run his pink tongue around the hardened pebble before speaking. “God, you’re beautiful, Sondra. Just the perfect goddess.”

Her face flamed with color at the extravagant comment. “I’m already in your bed, so you don’t have to lay it on so thick,” she teased.

He nodded, looking earnest. “I’m grateful, but I’m not feeding you a line. I love your body. Full breasts, nipped in waist, and curvy hips…” Trailing off, he cupped her hips, lifting her effortlessly to sit on his stomach as he lay on his back. His hands slipped lower to cup her rounded butt. “Lush ass.”

Grinding her hips so that her slippery folds pressed against the muscles of his abdomen, she said, “Wet pussy.”

Jake groaned, seeming to lose all vestiges of control. One hand remained on her buttocks, but the other moved around and between their bodies. Wriggling into the tight space between them, his fingers brushed her clit as he stroked her moist slit. “You aren’t lying.”

“I never lie.” Sondra arched against his hand as he tested her moisture by thrusting two fingers inside her. It had been a while since she’d had a real cock in there, and she winced just a bit, but also enjoyed the stretching sensation. “I hate liars.” The last word was more of a moan.

Jake hesitated for a second, pressing against her clitoris without moving.

Annoyed by his teasing, she rocked against him. “Touch me, lover.”

With another loud groan, he circled her clit with his thumb while his fingers continued to surge inside her. Sondra rode his hand as she wanted to ride him. Already, his fingers weren’t enough, since her sheath had adjusted to the invasion. “Please, Jake, fuck me.”

“God, Sondra.” His movements were jerky as he slid her lower, bringing the head of his cock to nestle against her folds.

Sondra rocked against him, moaning as he slipped inside her, stretching her in a deliciously familiar way that she had almost forgotten existed. “So good,” she whispered, unable to form complete sentences and afraid to speak too loudly lest she give in to the screams of pleasure building in her chest. She was not going to be a screamer.

Jake slowly filled her, surging up into her until she was snug around him. Sondra clenched her inner muscles, making him moan. He began to thrust harder and faster, and she met each motion of his body. Their coupling was fast, but satisfying, speaking to her on a primal level.

As his cockhead dragged against her g-spot, she could feel herself hovering on the edge of orgasm. Finally, that annoying voice of common sense filtered through her passionate haze to remind her they had forgotten something very important. “Jake.”

His teeth were clenched, and his eyes were shut. He seemed to be concentrating on holding back. “Huh?”

“You have to pull out before you come.” She squeezed him again and thrust against his shaft. “I’m not on anything.”

“Fuck.” His bow beaded w

ith perspiration, and he nodded. “I’ll try.”

She should have been more alarmed by that, since it wasn’t a firm promise to withdraw, but she was too close to the edge of coming. With a cry and contractions deep in her womb, she surrendered to bliss. Her body spasmed around his hardening cock, and she almost clamped her thighs around him to keep Jake inside her as he started to pull away. She was beyond being mortified by the small scream of pleasure that escaped her.

Fortunately, one of them had the presence of mind to separate—and she wasn’t sure if it was him or her—and the hot splash of Jake’s satisfaction hit her thigh a second later. Two more pulses followed the first before he sighed and relaxed. Jake lay back, drawing her against him so she curled against his side.

He brushed a soft kiss against her temple, and she thought about saying something, but was too languorous to summon the effort. In a euphoric cloud of post-coital satisfaction, she let her eyes close and rested against her lover, deciding she could spare a few minutes to enjoy the moment.

Chapter Two

She was late. Unbelievable. Sondra glanced at the clock on her phone and cursed, mentally screaming at the subway to go faster, even as it jolted to another stop. Her first day as personal assistant to the CEO’s executive assistant, and she was going to be late.

If only she hadn’t fallen asleep at Jake’s place last night. When she had woken to the first streaks of dawn coming through the sky, her plan had been to sneak away. Unfortunately, she had woken him in the process of trying to climb out of bed, which had led to a slower round of sex.

Too slow despite being earth-shattering, because she’d had little time to make it to her apartment, get dressed, and arrive at work. Jake hadn’t helped matters with his suggestion they call in sick. It was flattering that he wanted to spend the rest of the day with her, but she couldn’t afford not to report to work, as she had explained firmly when he tried to persuade her with not-so-innocent methods to stay with him.

Now, as the subway finally hit her stop so she could shove her way off, she had to worry about him being a problem on top of the stress of starting a new position. Jake seemed like he might want to explore relationship territory. If so, she would have to explain to him she wanted nothing more than what they had already shared.