Page 43 of The Billionaire Alpha's Surprise Baby

Ava laughs, and I swear it’s the most beautiful sound in the world.

Dropping down onto one knee, I skim the silky fabric up her legs to expose her perfect curvy thighs. Her thin robe billows out behind her, completely blocking me from view if anyone in the building across the street were to look over.

“Garrett!” Ava hisses, pushing down the fabric of her gown as she tries to cover herself. “Someone will see!”

“Let them look,” I murmur, flashing her a devilish smirk as I ease her hands away. I tug her nightdress back up her thighs until her blushing pink folds are completely exposed.

Ava gasps at my brazenness, and a fresh drop of nectar slips out of her. I bend forward to lap it up, delighting in the sweet tang of her cream.

I know there’s no real danger of anyone seeing what we’re up to, but it gives me a secret thrill that someone might catch a glimpse of my mate’s gorgeous face when she comes all over my mouth.

Parting her pussy lips with my fingers, I lap gently at her entrance. Ava leans back against the railing, and I plunge my tongue deep inside her.

She tastes like vanilla and lust, and I’m overcome with the urge to mark her all over again. Her soft moans are lost on the cool spring breeze as I find my rhythm, plunging in and out until her juices coat my face.

Once she’s panting and ready for me, I lick my way up to her swollen nub and capture it in my mouth. I knead it slowly with my tongue as I slip a finger inside her, methodically stroking that magical spot that makes her knees go all wobbly.

Ava trembles, white-knuckling the railing, and I insert another finger. She moans as I stretch her hot, sticky walls, playing her like a finely tuned instrument as my thumb joins in massaging her clit.

Ava’s hands tangle in my hair, tugging on the strands until I know she’s close.

I press my lips down on that swollen bundle of nerves, and Ava slumps back against the balcony railing, arms outstretched on either side as she grips the metal for dear life.

With my free hand, I scoop one leg over my shoulder and attack her pussy with savagery. An uncontrolled cry rips from her throat, sending a small flock of birds flying out of a nearby tree. I feel her convulse around my fingers, and I continue to stroke and lick her sweet little nub, easing her through her orgasm.

Slowly, I slip my fingers out and pull myself into a standing position. I press my lips against hers in a lazy kiss, my cock twitching at the knowledge that she’s tasting her own sweetness on my tongue.

“Da-Da!”

Our daughter’s raucous voice drifts through a crack in the French doors — as effective as a record-scratch at shattering the moment.

I snort against Ava’s lips. I can’t help but be impressed by Aster’s god-awful timing.

Ava pulls back, chuckling uncontrollably, and I tug down her nightgown until she’s fully covered.

“I told you we didn’t have much time,” she groans, looking up at me with a mixture of amusement and longing as she cups my hardness through my sweats.

“It’s all right,” I say, adjusting myself with a grimace. “I told you I was a professional, and this is an occupational hazard.”

Ava tilts her head to the side, the humorous pout on her lips almost enough to make me bend her over the railing and take her right now. “I’ll make it up to you tonight. I promise.”

“There’s nothing to make up for, angel,” I murmur, bending down to plant one last lingering kiss on her velvety lips. “You . . . them . . .” I jerk my head back in the direction of our little family. “You three are what I live for.” I skim a hand down the front of her torso, grinning as I reach her belly. “Correction . . . the four of you.”

Ava closes her eyes and cups my face with both hands, kissing me fiercely as our son’s footsteps echo from the next room.

If my five-years-ago self could look at me now, he’d never believe his eyes.

I’m here in the city of love with two little monsters, not getting laid, and staying at a —gasp — four-star hotel. I have no fortune, no yacht, and no fancy cars. I drive a hybrid SUV with third-row seating, for crying out loud.

But even with the world’s worst case of blue balls, I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life. I’m mated to the most incredible woman in the universe. I have two happy pups and one on the way.

Life is fucking beautiful.

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