Page 5 of The Grumpy Billionaire Baby Daddy

I run my eyes over her, taking in every curve, and a sudden thirst locks my throat. I swallow, struggling to keep my breath steady.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

Her eyes darken just before she closes the space between us, but she says nothing.

Instead, she grabs my hands and dashes out of the bar. Outside, it’s quiet, and the air's fresh again. I look around. There’s a small motel three blocks from here. Taking her hand in mine, we walk down the street, the heat rising in my bones. Her breathing is hard. We walk past a dark spot, and I pull her in and slam my lips onto her. She welcomes them like a starving creature. The kiss is slow but urgent, and her breathing is shaky.

“Get a room!” Someone yells as they walk past, startling us.

“Shit.”

She giggles and takes my hand again. Finally, we arrive at the small motel and book a room. In less than ten minutes, we’re in a room, shutting the door and pulling at our clothes. Apart from the slightly humid smell of the motel room, I notice little else. I focus on the tall hottie in a short white gown and silky brown hair. I claim her lips again and pull her into myself, closing the gap between us. She shoves her tongue into my mouth, and her taste envelopes me. It’s new, fresh, like nothing I’ve ever tasted. I grab her breasts, and a soft moan escapes her lips, driving me on edge. Without thinking, I push her onto the bed and mount on it, ignoring the creaking of the bed frame. She grabs my pants and starts to undo my belt as I plant kisses on her neck, inhaling deeply. Her scent sends me to a rainbow garden filled with lavender flowers, and I close my eyes, savoring the moment. Next, she works to get my sweater and shirt off.

“Wait.”

I can’t recognize my own voice. It’s husky and breathless.

She looks up at me. I pull her gown over her head and throw it aside, taking in her perfection. Her white undies are a matching pair, and as I take them off, she digs her nails into the back of my neck. Her breasts are firm and well-formed, and as I trail her curves with my eyes down to her hips, goosebumps form on my skin. She tugs at my sweater, and I take it off, along with my shirt. But when she moves to take off my undershirt, I stop her.

Taking both of her hands, I hold them down on the bed. Slowly, I plant kisses on her neck and then on her breasts. I move to her belly button and, finally, to the moistness between her legs. She lets out a soft scream, and I let her hands go. She pushes me onto the bed and takes my boxers off. I swallow as she makes her way between my legs. Taking my length into her mouth, she works with precision and speed. I close my eyes as I approach ecstasy, but before I get there, I stop her and push her back to the bed. I find her warmth between her legs and thrust into her, suppressing a grunt. She gasps and pushes her groin up to meet me.

“Fuck me,” she whispers, and I lose all of my senses. One second, I’m thrusting, and the next, she’s screaming.

“Almost there.”

“Me too. Me too.”

I grunt, putting all of my energy into my final thrust. Her legs tighten around me as she screams in final pleasure, shaking all over. I collapse in sweat on top of her, and the world fades into blackness.

Chapter 3

Fiona

Thedrivetotheclinic is like a long walk to freedom – in this case, a long drive to freedom. The struggle to focus on the road leaves me exasperated, and I want to throw up. It wasn’t the easiest morning. I woke up and, for a second, forgot where I was. Placing my hands over my forehead did nothing to ease the throbbing in my head. It felt like I’d been hit by a fast-moving truck. Every part ached, especially my head, and my mouth tasted like I swallowed some raw eggs. Mom offered to drive me to the clinic, but I refused. I regret it now as I struggle to keep my eyes open. There’s a persistent siren-like sound in my ears, like something is ringing, and the overwhelming urge to spit is too much for me to handle.

I'm burning up. Again.

It doesn’t help that everything is so loud, and it’s only like 11 am. I let out a soft groan and pull over on the side of the road to catch my breath. Everyone else is moving like my world isn’t swirling every second. I shut my eyes and rest on the car seat. A few minutes later and the clouds in my head clear off. I start the car. The funny taste in my mouth is back. I grimace, holding my belly in my hands.

Finally, I pull up into the parking lot and rest my head on the steering wheel, taking in deep breaths. This has never happened before. My chin trembles as I tighten my hold on the steering wheel. What's going on? After a few deep breaths, I'm ready to walk in. I take my time, walking unhurriedly until I reach the reception. The plump woman behind the counter is snoring with her mouth slightly open. I stand there, watching her. Do I wake her up?

I bite my lip and look around. There aren't many people here except for the older man watching TV and a young woman seated beside him, holding his hands. The strong smell of antiseptic sends a wave of nausea through my stomach, and I rush to the bowl beside the entrance door. Without warning, everything I had for dinner last night rushes out in violent torrents, and my shoulder vibrates.

“Are you okay?” A woman in scrubs rushes to me and pats my back.

“I f…I feel really sick.”

I wipe my runny nose and take in another deep breath.

“Aww. Just have a seat. I'll get you a bottle of water.”

I nod and thank her, looking around for the most comfortable position. Finally, I take my place in the front seat and rest my head on my knees, with my arms as support. The room hasn't stopped swirling, and even though I don't think there's anything left in my system, there's still the strong urge to throw up. The kind nurse returns with a bottle of water.

“What's your name?”

“Fiona. Fiona McFall.”

“You’ll see the doctor soon. Hang in there.”

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