Page 8 of Billionaire's Baby Mistake

Damn it, why does he always have to be so lovely? It’s making me very confused. On the other hand, I feel proud that I’ve done such a great job and happy that I’ve proven myself, which is oddly derailing me from my hatred.

“In fact,” he continues, grinning at me, “I brought you a drink because I assumed you need a breather. I didn’t realize what you were doing out here.”

“Oh yeah, bad habit,” I wave my hand dismissively, hating that my silly little secret is out. “It isn’t a full time thing or anything. Only when I’m very stressed.”

“Good, because we’re working against cancer here. Not toward it.”

He sounds so much like Dad that it takes me back for a second. “Yeah, no, I know.” I nod slowly, taking the glass from him. “I’ll stop… I will. I mean, it won’t be difficult for me. I only have about one a year.”

“Well, take the time you need,” he reassures me, smiling pleasantly. “Everyone is having a great time inside, so I doubt they need you now.”

“No, but they probably need you…” I feel a little strange when I reveal that I don’t want him to go, which is annoying. It isn’t evident to display my emotions like this. I know what I want to do, but I can’t stop a little spark from creeping in.

“They don’t need me,” he informs me, moving closer. My heart rate kicks up a notch, and I gulp down a big ball of fear. Something is be about to happen here. I just know it. I might not be prepared for it, but if it has to be now, so be it. If he kisses me and takes me to his office, I might get what I need. “But I think you might.”

“What…what do you mean?” I ask curiously, unable to keep the tremor out of my voice.

He leans in, so close that I can feel his breath tickling my ear, and whispers, “I know you sent me the pictures. I saw that foxy looking tattoo in the boardroom the other day. I want to take you somewhere private and show you something of mine.”

Shit,that idea has me far more excited than it should be. I feel a stirring within me, one that’s actually turned on by the idea. I almost don’t know what to do with myself.But do it… this might be your only chance.

I smile up at him and extend my hand. He grabs hold of it happily, before leading me away from the party and the rest of the crowd. My mind is racing, hoping it’s to the office. But, of course, he could take me anywhere in this building tonight, and there wouldn’t be anything I could do about it. I pray that it goes the way I need it to…

I also need to know what to do when I enter the office. Will I try and get him to go away, or will I go through with it? The way my body is right now, it wants to do what I didn’t think I did, but I don’t know if I can go through it after all

Luckily, it isn’t long before we’re locked in his office, the room I really need to explore, and his face is near mine. I know he’ll kiss me at any moment, and I’m actually pursing my lips and leaning in. I could make up some excuse right now. I’m sure if I thought about it, I could get him out of here. I have the gift of the gab, but despite everything, I don’t want him to go. It’s utterly infuriating. I’m as angry at myself as I am at him.This is to make him fall in love,I remind myself.This is to shatter him in to a million pieces. It’ll all be worth it in the end.

“I like you,” he whispers, snaking his arms around my waist. “I like you a lot, probably more than you know.”

I don’t know what to say to that because there’s no way I can confess my feelings aloud. Instead of saying anything, I crash my lips against his, allowing my body to do the talking. But, the fire this sparks inside me, the intense desire it brings to my mind, is something else. It’s weirdly more than anything I’ve ever felt before, which knocks me off balance. I always thought it was the bad boys who came along and swept me off my feet who could fill me with passion, but there’s a sizzling chemistry between Alex and me, and it’s confusing everything.

Stop worrying,I try and tell myself…lose yourself in the moment.It isn’t tricky to obey myself when I feel so much, which is scary. I don’t want to lose myself completely, forgetting about the mission, but I can’t seem to stop myself.

“I like you too,” I suddenly hear myself whispering unexpectedly. “I like you a lot.”

Shit…I probably shouldn’t have said that, but it slipped out. Those words spark something inside him, and he becomes more desperate and needy, hitching my dress up and pushing me onto his desk to give him more control. He’s claiming me with his mouth, taking all the power from me with his hands. I’m a willing participant, just letting it happen like prey, willing to be consumed by the big bad predator. I’m just too horny to think straight and too consumed by him to know what I’m doing, which isn’t ideal, but I hope it will lead to getting what I want.

Alex

AsIkissZayawith all the passion I’ve been feeling for a while now, everything feels right with the world. The moment I spotted her across the room at the gala, I knew I couldn’t hold back anymore. I needed to act out of my fantasies and have her once and for all. It might confuse things, making it more difficult to take things to another level, but I can’t stop myself.

I need her, I want her, Ihaveto have her! If I can’t even focus on the big announcement of the night, then what else can I do but be here with her? I tug her dress even higher, allowing my fingers to travel seductively up and down her thigh, feeling the softness of her skin. Just the feeling of her phenomenal body and the shiver that my grazing fingers send up and down her spine has me dizzy with lust. It feels incredible that I’ve managed to hold back for as long as I have. I don’t know how I’ve resisted, but I’m glad I don’t need to anymore.

Then Zaya’s hands move down from my neck and trace my body too, which excites me to the max. This is intense, powerful, and incredible - unlike anything I’ve ever felt before - and my mind is racing with passion. I can’t stop groaning with desire as she explores my abs, gasping with passion, letting me know that she needs more. I know she needs all of me.

My erection strains painfully against my trousers, screaming to be set free to explore Zaya’s body, but I need to hold back for the moment. I don’t want this to be just another fuck; I don’t want this to be just about me. So instead, I want to lick her body all over and find out exactly what gets her going. I want to get to know her physically, spiritually, emotionally… everything.

“Are you okay?” I ask her as her hands tug my shirt upward, tearing the buttons. “Is this what you want?” I know it’s crazy to ask when she’s acting so wild and animalistic, but I want to be one hundred percent sure. I want to see that she needs this as much as I do.

She doesn’t answer, so I pull back for a second to look at her to find a fiery passion behind her gaze. She bites down hard on her lip as desire consumes her, which combined with the short ragged breaths that emanate from her throat, makes her hotter than ever. I need to see her messy, swollen, and heady with lust, so I yank her back and we start kissing again.

As I lift her onto my desk this time, an involuntary moan escapes her lips and my cock twitches with excitement. My craving for her is bordering on addiction. I need her right now, or I might actually crumble and fall apart.

Her dress peels off her body easily, and I quickly toss it to the floor before running my hands over the flesh underneath. She’s wearing what feels like a lacy bra, and while I’m sure it looks impressive, all I want is for it to be gone. So without even stopping to take a look, I pull at the clasp until it’s unhooked and tumbling to the ground. Then I move my mouth over her neck and down her body.

As my lips find her nipples, I tug and tease them for a few seconds. I can feel my chest swelling. This is different and brand new because this isn’t just lust… there is emotion there too. If anything, this just proves to me how much I like her. I don’t know everything about her yet, but I am hooked.

“Fuck, I need you,” I growl, allowing my primal side to shine free. “You’re mine!”

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