Page 18 of Billionaire's Baby Mistake

She smiles gratefully and nods. “I want to get away and am already feeling a little overwhelmed. I think I’m more worn out from the hospital than I thought.”

As we wander up the stairs, holding hands loosely, Zaya seems happier. “Your mom is lovely,” she gasps in surprise. “I didn’t expect her to be so… nice.”

“Why, what have you heard?” I joke. “Have the people in the office been calling her a dragon?”

“No… no,” she stammers uncomfortably, her face red as if embarrassed to have been caught sniping at my mom. “I didn’t mean that. I don’t know what I meant. I think I’m still a bit dizzy.”

“Well, you can rest in my room,” I tell her, gripping her side. “I know this must all be a bit much for you, so hopefully, you’ll feel better.”

She gasps loudly in shock as we walk through the door and into my room. “This is amazing. The room I have here is nice, but this is something else! I see you keep the best for yourself.”

“I have to, don’t I?” I laugh, enjoying her over-the-top reaction. “If I gave it to one of my staff members, I would be accused of favoritism.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure that’s your only reason,” she teases, making my heart flutter all over. I love that she can joke with me now; it makes me feel exceptional. I guess I’ve never had that sort of relationship with anyone. “I’m sure it’s not just because it’s the biggest room ever.”

“Okay, maybe a little,” I move close before wrapping my arms around her and placing a small kiss on her lips. “Now, how are you feeling? Was it the party, or are you too ill to get into the hot tub?”

“How could I be too sick for that?” she smiles brightly. “It looks amazing. Plus that view… it is amazing.”

As I start the jets and strip down into my underwear, I give her a sly look, wondering what she’ll do. She stands frozen in shock for a second but then slowly tugs her dress over her head, revealing a totally naked body underneath. It turns me on that she will not only go to a party with nothing on under her dress but has enough confidence to do it without caring.

Suddenly, I sense this night is going a different way than I originally intended. “Come here,” I growl, allowing my passion to emerge. “I have so many things to do to you.” But instead, she smiles sweetly, completely counteracting the sexy goddess persona, which turns me on even more. “You are so sexy.”

But she doesn’t kiss me as expected; she sways past me and slides into the bubbles, leaving me hanging.

Zaya

I’mintoodeep…I’m definitely in too deep…But knowing this isn’t enough to stop me. Knowing how dangerous it is, I simply want to continue having fun with Alex.

“How’s the water?” he asks, smiling. “Is it to your liking?”

“Why don’t you get in and feel it for yourself?”

There’s just something about this man that makes me feel so sexy and confident - an addictive feeling I don’t want to end. It’s how he looks at me, the desire in his eyes, and how his body seems to be magnetized to me. It’s deeper than anything I’ve ever experienced, and I need one last taste. If thiswill allend in the explosive way that I suspect it will, I want at least one more day of pretending it’s real and could go somewhere.

He stares at me for a split second before joining me naked, revealing a very impressive erection as he slides into the water. The second his butt hits the bottom, I move next to him and throw my arms around him to kiss him with everything I’m feeling inside. Fireworks explode like they always do when his mouth is pressed against mine, and a dizzy lust encompasses my thoughts.

“Oh, God,” I groan loudly. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

With him in here and the bubbles popping around us, I might be going a little crazy, experiencing all kinds of emotions, but I don’t care. All I want to do is throw caution to the wind and have fun. That statement seems enough to spur Alex on, and he angles his body, pressing his thick, throbbing erection against my leg. I have to grip his shoulders tightly, digging my nails into his skin, to stop me from losing myself. He might be the only thing centering me on the earth now, and I can’t let him go because of it.

“You’re incredible,” he pants breathlessly. “I… I…”

I won’t allow him to finish that sentence because I’m afraid where it might lead, so I kiss him hard and fast, swinging my body over his until I’m straddling him. I press my body against his strong muscular chest and lose myself in his mouth. His tongue snakes between my lips, and it takes all that I have not to lose my freaking mind.

He’s teasing my entrance, and I grind against him, sending the both of us insane. Soon I can’t control myself anymore, so I slide down, allowing him to fill me up. I gasp loudly and groan intensely as I push harder and harder, forgetting everything around us. I forget our issues, our differences, and the battle that’s going on underneath the surface. We are becoming just a girl and a guy in the early stages of a relationship, which feels incredible.

“Oh, my God, Zaya, I…”

Whenever I get the impression that he will express his feelings, I have to kiss him all over to stop those words from leaving his mouth. This might be a fantasy and we might be just playing, but it seems real, and I can’t hear that he likes or even loves me because it’ll make my feelings come to the surface too. I’m doing my best not to accept that right now.

The pressure starts to build inside me, so I change my angle slightly to ensure he’s hitting my clit every time we move. Soon intense, blissful waves are crashing over my body, consuming me entirely. The orgasm he’s giving me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and as it starts to subside and my breathing returns to normal, I feel a little sad. Why can’t things be the way we both clearly want them to be? Why do things have to be so damn complicated?

Luckily, I don’t have too much time to be upset because Alex is already slipping out of me and leading me toward the bed. He kisses me lightly and throws me back onto the sheets before leaning over and grabbing a condom from his wallet. While he protects himself, I allow my eyes to flicker all over his body, drinking in the sculpted muscles he must have worked hard for.

“You’re so gorgeous,” I hear myself whisper to him, saying far too much. “It’s… you’re hard to look at sometimes.”

“I cannot believe you said that to me,” he chuckles lightly, looking at me with something that looks suspiciously like love. “You’re so beautiful that I can hardly believe you’re with me right now.”

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