Billionaire Boss's Unexpected Child

But I will tell Poppy; when the time is right. And if she decides she can’t sleep with a man who has the kind of baggage that can’t be stripped away, then fair enough. I’ll respect her wishes, and let her walk out of my life as quickly as she had walked in.

Pushing away th

e thought, I take care in moving her head off my shoulder and then shimmy her up into my arms. I carry her down the hallway and back into my bedroom. As I lay her down on the sheets and tuck her in, a fresh memory burns in my mind. So many times, I had done this for Danneel—after she’d stayed up late watching an old, classic movie, or had one too many wines after a gala we’d attended. Although my heart has healed, and I’ve moved on, the ghost of her will always be with me. And that’s something else Poppy will have to know… if things were ever to—

No. No more what-ifs, Nathaniel. Leave it be, I tell myself, and for now, that’s exactly what I’ll do.

Chapter Nine

Poppy

I wake up, and the first thing I feel is Nathaniel’s warm, big body next to mine. We’re in his penthouse, again, and my body still aches from the things he did to me last night. We’re two weeks into our arrangement, and I’m starting to think he’s addictive. When we’re working, we’re professional. Just a boss and his intern. Yeah, there’s this smoldering undercurrent happening, but that’s only because we both know that the second we’re alone, we’re going to be fucking like hormonal bunnies.

And we have. He’s had me in every room of the gallery, including his office. Multiple times. We’ve also done the deed in every room of his lavish penthouse, and once, in my apartment when he came home with me so I could grab a few changes of clothes. He’s just as dominant as he was that first night, and every time, I’m shocked by how much that turns me on. Being a former virgin, I’ve never seen the allure of being controlled and used the way he uses me. But the thing is… the thing I didn’t understand before, is that there’s an element of protectiveness there, too. He pushes me to my limits, and I trust him not to cross those limits. He takes care of me. He brings me ridiculous amounts of pleasure.

He’s ruined me, I think with a smile as I look over at him.

Damn, this man.

He’s on his back, the sheet covering his naked body up to his waist. His dark hair is tousled, both from sleep and from the way I tangled my fingers in it last night as he went down on me. There’s a dark shadow of stubble over his jaw. His body, which I know almost as well as I know my own, is just as gorgeous as I suspected it would be—all lean, taut muscle. He’s got a little bit of dark hair on his chest, and I know now that the feeling of that hair rubbing against my breasts, while he’s inside of me, is one of the most erotic things I’ve ever felt.

I let my gaze wander down his body. A trail of hair leads from his navel and disappears beneath the sheet…

I grin to myself. Morning wood should never, ever, go to waste.

It’s Saturday, and we don’t have to work today. I have all the time in the world. I’ve wanted to taste him since that first night, but when we’re together, he hasn’t even suggested that I suck him off.

So, I gently pull the sheet back and position myself between his thighs. I glance up at his face. He’s still asleep.

I stick out my tongue and gently lick my way up his long cock. Within seconds, his eyes flutter open, and he stares at me.

I lick him again, and he groans. “Poppy.”

I take his hardening member into my mouth and moan at both the taste and feel of him in my mouth.

“Darling, are you sure?” he asks, his voice a low growl.

In response, I start moving my head, bobbing up and down as I suck him off, my tongue sweeping over the head of his dick as I pull back, then pull him deeper into my throat.

“Fuck,” he groans, then his hands are tangled in my hair, and I’m sucking him faster, harder, my hand cradling his balls. “You’re so good at this,” he murmurs, and it ends on a moan as I pull him deeper still into my throat. I can tell that’s the moment he loses control. His hips thrust up as I take him in, and he’s so deep in my throat that I’m practically gagging on him. His hands are in my hair, guiding me, holding me close to him.

“Good girl,” he growls as I suck him. “I’m so close, Poppy. You need to stop unless you want me to come in your mouth.”

In response, I moan and keep going, my head bobbing faster as his cock grows even larger. Because all I want, right this second, is for him to come, to taste him the way he’s tasted me, and to hear him when he goes over the edge.

“Poppy,” he cries out as I feel the first spurt of come hit the back of my throat. I keep sucking greedily, and he holds my head down, his cock deep in my throat until he’s spent. I finish him off, sucking until he’s barely hard anymore, and I release his cock, then kiss the tip gently.

I look up at Nathaniel, and he’s got this lazy, sexy smile that makes me even wetter than I already am.

“Come here,” he says, and I crawl up his body until I’m straddling his hips. He pulls me down for a long, deep, toe-tingling kiss, and then his hands find my already aching breasts and his fingers are tweaking my nipples. He knows, by now, how much I love those little bits of pain; how hot they make me.

He kisses me again and then pulls me up more. He takes one nipple into his mouth and starts licking, sucking, biting until I’m out of my mind with need. He releases my nipple with a loud pop and looks up at me.

“I bought you something,” he says. He picks me up and lays me on my back, then opens the nightstand drawer. He holds something up, and I recognize it after a moment. My jaw drops and I clench my thighs together.

“I had a feeling you might like these,” he says, and he inspects the nipple clamps in his hand. They’re cute, with little jewels dangling from them. “Do you want them on?”

“Please,” I manage, and then he goes to work. The instant the first one closes over my already sensitive nipple, I’m already on the verge of coming. I moan, and he smiles and puts the other clamp on.