Surprise Baby for my Billionaire Boss

“Yes. Just… keep going.”

Anne bowed her head forward and kissed his nose before beginning to ride. William’s hands supported her, and he gave soft grunts, thrusting up into her as she came up and down, letting his hardness push against her sensitive flesh, which was now slicker and more accepting. Her body needed him, it seemed, as much as her heart had.

It wasn’t long before she was quivering and weak, gasping with each thrust. Her thighs trembled, and William supported her with his strong arms. She would’ve fallen if he hadn’t been holding her. Her orgasm rose up in her like a tidal wave causing her to stiffen and shake and clench.

“There you go. There’s my girl,” William whispered. Her eyes were clenched shut, but she knew he was watching her. He’d always loved watching her come.

When she was finished, she gripped his shoulders, willing herself to keep moving on him until his hips jerked and he came as well. His hand gripped her right cheek so hard that she was sure there would be prints left behind and, in a stab of perversity, she found the thought amusing. Now they could be both marked. She sort of preferred hers.

With a roar, he finished. He had always been so loud. People down the hall probably knew what they’d been doing. Anne slumped into his arms and pulled her legs up. Then, resting her head on his shoulder, sated and spent, she finally let her mind question this.

We should’ve stopped. I never should’ve started. This one’s on me, it told her.

For the moment though, she didn’t care. She was where she wanted to be, and it felt right, even if it was possibly the worst thing she could have done.

***

They had made it to the bed. Eventually. As William lay curled around Anne, he considered that his brewing headache and the emotional grenade that Egerton had dropped had been more than worth a night of passion with his best girl.

Anne lay sleeping beside him. Her hair was a mess, and he brushed his fingers over it, smiling at the smear of her lipstick and the way her face looked utterly untroubled by her daily life. He could help with that. She would fight him, but he could help her make certain her babysitters were smart and trained, and wouldn’t leave her baby girl with strange men. And he hoped, sometimes, he could be the one looking after Evie. The afternoon hadn’t been completely easy, but although he wasn’t much for children in general, William had liked Evie, once the kid had started opening up to him.

Anne rolled over and yawned, snuggling into the bed. William smiled and rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Hm? Oh, God. What time is it?” she murmured.

William glanced over at the clock. “Almost 2:00 am. Who’s watching Evie?”

“I told Michelle I’d be late…” Anne stretched her arms over her head and opened her eyes. “You don’t have to worry about them.”

“I don’t have to, but…” William shrugged. “I like your family.”

Anne frowned, and William started rubbing her shoulders.

“Do you need to get back?”

“I need to check in with Jeffers and Lopez first.” Anne rubbed her eyes and sat up, causing the blanket to fall away.

“Well, we could do that, or…” William waggled his brows and reached over to caress her breast.

Anne closed her eyes for a second, then shook her head and brushed William’s had away. “No, William. I have to-I need...”

She slipped out of bed and went about fetching her clothing.

“You need to go be a cop. I get it.” William leaned back on his elbows. “I can check in with you later, then?”

Anne pulled on her panties and started to fasten her bra. “No, I mean, we can’t do this again.” She looked at him. “Not ever. I shouldn’t have let you do it to begin with.”

“Let me? I seem to remember you being the one kissing me and crawling into my lap.” William sat up. “I didn’t exactly twist your arm, Anne.”

“Fine. I let it happen, and I shouldn’t have. That doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it, or that I don’t like you, but nothing has changed.” Anne pulled up her dress. She looked like a well-fucked princess. “This can’t go anywhere. I’m sorry, but we both know that it can’t.”

“The hell it can’t. This is a choice you’re making, for the both of us, again.” William threw off the covers and stood. “Is this because I mentioned Evie? It’s not an issue for me. She’s a great kid, and I’d help you—”

“You can’t help me with Evie! You are a criminal.”

“I did fine with her the other day! We played with blocks and made animal noises. We didn’t cook meth or build a bomb.”

“One afternoon with a child isn’t the same as being a parent. You get that, don’t you?” Anne zipped up her dress and pushed back a falling lock of hair. “Because dating a single mom means you’re on deck to be a dad, and that takes more than just keeping her amused and alive for a few hours. It means participating in the guidance of her education, her health, and her moral character.”