Page 30 of Billionaire's Baby Mistake

I step back and slowly peel off my clothes, teasingly, seductively - and the more naked I become, the quicker and more ragged his breaths become.

“You too,” I tell him, smilingly. “I don’t want to be naked on my own here.”

As he reveals that amazing body, I struggle to keep it inside. Tears threaten to well up at the mere idea of giving everything up. I still find it unfair that the only guy I’ve ever really fallen for is the one that I can’t have… but then again, I guess life has always been unfair.

“You’re so beautiful,” he utters, pushing me against the wall, which against my hot, sticky skin feels colder than anything I’ve ever felt before. I squeal loudly, but he just laughs it off. “Have I ever told you how lucky I am to be with you?”

“You might have mentioned it once or twice.” I cringe inside, trying to ignore the guilt wracking my body. But then he grabs my knee and lifts it until my foot is pressed against the wall. He presses his erection up against me, making me forget everything. “Oh, my God,”

He runs his fingers up my thigh, causing me to shiver under his touch. Soon his hand reaches where I’m aching for him, pulsating all over. I need him to touch me now, more than I ever have… and I might just go crazy if he doesn’t get to it already. I arch my back, pressing myself against him; but still, he doesn’t seem to get the hint.

“I need you,” I confess, probably a little too honestly. “I need you, and right now.”

“A little impatient, aren’t we?” he teases, slipping a finger in. As he massages my insides, sending crazy waves of pleasure crashing right through me, I forget the reason why. “God, you feel good.”

I slide my fingers down his body too. From the way he groans loudly with joy when I take him in my hand, I can tell he is glad. I run my hand up and down his shaft, matching the speed at which his fingers are moving in and out of me. Soon we’re both gasping, panting, and moaning with pleasure. I might be teetering too close to the edge of desire, and I might just lose it any second… but then he takes his hand away from me, and teases my entrance with the cock I was playing happily with only moments before.

“Is this what you want?” he asks in a strained tone of voice. “Are you sure?”

I appreciate him being cautious with my emotions, but that isn’t what I need right now. I just need to be taken and consumed - to be swallowed up whole by pleasure.

“I’m okay,” I pant, yanking him even closer, “aside from the fact that I need you so hard it hurts.”

“Well, who can resist such an offer?”

He thrusts hard into me, slamming me even harder against the wall, leaving me gripping him so tightly that my nails are digging into his flesh. I toss my head back and allow my eyes to slip shut, just so I can lose myself in the sensations. As I do, a stark realization fills my mind. It’s as if now that I’m in the heat of the moment, I can finally accept the truth.

I love Alex, I have for a while now, and I don’t want to leave. I want to remain at the company doing the first job I’ve ever felt good at - the first position I have ever found fulfilling. I want to be with Alex… properly, and would do just about anything to make it happen.

As the pressure of pleasure builds up inside me, I clamp my lips tightly shut, trying to keep all that locked away. Alex pants loudly, as the knot coils tighter; and as soon as it springs free, he speaks. “I love you,” he pants as if trying to keep everything inside too. “I love you so much, Zaya.”

Oh my God… he loves me too? What am I supposed to do with that? As long as I don’t say anything back, everything will be fine...

“I love you too,” I hear myself crying out as the orgasm screams through my body, shattering everything inside me. As the words I was trying not to say escape, I feel a large weight lifting from my shoulders. “I love you so much.”

Once he slides out of me, and we’re both panting like crazy, everything swims around in my mind. This is too much, it’s too intense, and it’s too hard to take. My head is telling me to run for the hills, to recover from what I’ve been through and discovered, to start over, but my heart wants to grip Alex with both hands. Before I can make a rational decision, tears are rolling down my cheeks, and I’m whimpering like an idiot.

“Hey, hey,” Alex coos, wrapping his arms around me. “It’s okay. I’m here to look after you.”

“You can’t be,” I burst the words through the tears. “You can’t be there for me; it isn’t right.”

“Why not?” he asks as he steps back to look into my eyes, trying to work out what’s on my mind. “What’s going on, Zaya?”

“I have to go,” I inform him quickly. “I need to move away and start again. I can’t continue to live here, knowing what I’ve done. It just hurts too much.”

“But… I love you,” he replies weakly, tugging his hands through his hair. “You can’t go.”

“I love you too, but this isn’t right. I’ve put you through too much and have caused too much damage.”

He grips my hands, before looking intently into my eyes. “Both of us had our lives dictated by our parents, but it doesn’t need to be that way anymore. We can be free of it now and leave it all behind.”

Is that possible?I gaze into his eyes, trying to find the answers to make the pain go away and stop the confusion. “I… I don’t know…” I tell him honestly, “I feel so bad.”

“Don’t, please,” he begs. “Stay with me, I know this hurts, and it’s crazy, but I’ve never felt this way before, and I’m sure you haven’t either. You know as well as I do that we’re strong enough to work through it. We can make each other happy.” He strokes my cheek, looking at me with nothing but love. “That future, the one I’m sure we’ve both been imagining, we can make it happy. It’s up to us.”

My mind whirs, my heart pounds, and indecision courses through me. I’m being given another opportunity, even if I don’t feel I deserve it. All I need to do is grab onto it with both hands. It’s terrifying to think that I could have everything because I’m so afraid of losing it all again - of screwing it up. I don’t know who I am just yet or how to solve that mystery. Do I stay here and allow Alex to help me, or do I stick to what I have decided all along?

It's a hard choice, with my head and my heart battling it out. This isn’t just about me and Alex, is it? If I pick him, I stay in this complicated mess. I will have to pick up the pieces of what’s happened with my father. I know loving Alex will be worth it, but that doesn’t make me any less afraid to take that step without knowing what will happen next…

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