Baby Mistake (Alphalicious Billionaires 3)

“So which fantasy would you like to live out first? The wall? Or maybe I should drag you to the edge of the bed and make you scream my name that way. Or maybe you’d like me to turn you around and twine your amazing hair through my fingers and tug your head back while I make you scream my name?”

“Given that we’re at your parent’s house, I don’t think any of those things are actually an option.”

Ross sighed in mock-disappointment. “Missionary it is I guess.” Really, he wasn’t disappointed at all. He just needed to do something soon, or his balls were going to disappear so far up into his body that he might never find them again. Missionary sounded pretty damn good.

Teela’s legs parted further and he raked his hand up her thigh, pushing her dress up, tucking it around her hips. He tore her panties away, down her legs while she kicked furiously, trying to get the damn things off. He was just about there as he spread himself over on top of her, dwarfing her much smaller form, fumbling with his boxers. He was so close. So fucking close.

And then a knock sounded at the door.

“Is everything okay?” His mother’s voice drifted through. “I heard a noise and I know that Teela wasn’t feeling well earlier and I just wanted to know if there was anything I could do? Do you want some crackers dear? Some ginger or mint tea? A peppermint to suck on?”

Ross groaned. He rolled off Teela, threw the covers over them both and stared up at the ceiling. He didn’t think it was possible to get any more sexually frustrated than he was at the moment.

“We’re good, mom, thanks.”

“Oh, alright. Just checking. Have a good sleep, honey. I’ll make pancakes for breakfast. Is that alright, Teela? Or would you rather I not cook, if it’s going to upset your tummy?”

Ross chanced a glance at Teela. She had her hands planted over her face and he was willing to bet his entire life savings that she was totally red.

“This is not even happening right now,” she whispered before she added, much louder. “That’s fine, Mrs. Day. Pancakes sound amazing. Thank you!”

“Sweet dreams, dear. Goodnight, Ross.”

“Goodnight, mom.”

They both froze while his mom’s footsteps retreated.

“I thought you said they wouldn’t hear a thing!” Teela ground out. “Thick walls and all that, my ass.”

“You have a very fine ass.”

“Stop that!” She punched him in the shoulder hard enough for it to sting. “I could just murder you.”

“Don’t worry.” Ross rolled over, facing away from her. He had to. If he looked at her or even got close, he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of her and there was no way she was going to let him resume what they’d been doing after his mom cock blocked him for a second time. “I think the blue balls will take care of that all on their own.”

CHAPTER 19

Teela

The next morning, after the most delicious pancakes with blueberry syrup and whipped cream that she’d ever had in her life, she expected Ross to just drop her off at her place. She could still make it to work and salvage most of the morning, seeing as they’d got up at a ridiculously early hour.

When Ross pulled up to the condo and killed the engine, Teela swiveled in her seat. “Uh- you want to come in? For a cup of coffee or something?”

Ross smiled lazily back at her, which caused all sorts of hot pooling lust and butterflies and rapid heartbeats on her end. “Sure. Coffee sounds great.”

“Even though we’ve each had two cups already?”

“Yeah. The third’s the charm. Isn’t that how that goes?”

“Not in this case.”

“Why not?”

“Because we have to get ready for work. I can still make it there at a reasonable hour and blame my lateness on- on being sick or something. I don’t know. No one asks anyway. I’ll just say late or mark off the hours, but I can still make it in.”

“You know, the owner of the company would find your dedication something to be marveled at,” Ross said patiently. “If he wasn’t in dire need of a cup of coffee.”

“You don’t even have to be there. No one would question where you were, but I’m a different story. Especially if someone drove by and noticed your vehicle parked in front of my house.”

“Why should that matter? Who cares if they notice? Or are you ashamed of me?”

Teela’s cheeks heated up. “Of course, I’m not ashamed of you!”

“I’m ashamed of my parents at the moment. No, ashamed isn’t the right word. Horrified. Mortified. A little pissed off. A hell of a lot of frustrated.”

There was no mistaking the heat in his eyes and Teela finally figured out that when Ross said he wanted a cup of coffee, he didn’t really want a cup of coffee. Her body lit up like a damn fireworks celebration. Why was it suddenly so hard to breathe? Oh right. Because he was looking at her with that intense smoldering look in his striking blue eyes that said if she didn’t let him in and serve him a cup of coffee, he might actually combust on the spot. Or maybe that was her. Yeah. It was probably her.