Billionaire’s Secret Baby

“You took a PA? Why in the hell would you need a live-in PA?”

Nate had been Elliot’s best friend for as long as he could remember. And on days like this one, Elliot was sure it had been too long.

He ran a hand down his face and spoke quietly into his phone. Not that Mandy could possibly see him, she was swimming laps in the pool.

He had never in his life found pregnant women sexy. Sure, some beautiful women had babies. But he had never seen an expectant mother on the street and thought ‘man I’d like to hit that.’

Until her.

Mandy had been living in his home for four days. And in that amount of time, Elliot had to rub one out in the office and beat another two off in the shower. He felt like a little kid instead of the grown ass man that he knew himself to be.

“Look, Nate, I don’t want to talk about it. I just want you to spread the word before you, and the boys get here for poker tonight. I don’t want anyone hitting on her or making her feel uncomfortable.”

There was a long pause, some might call it a pregnant pause—but Elliot was rather sensitive to that word lately.

“Who the fuck, are you?”

Elliot wanted to kill Nate, but his questions continued, “Is this a joke? You’re shitting me, right?”

“Nate, have you ever known me to joke around?” Elliot’s sounded dangerous even to his own ears.

More silence.

“No, you have a shitty sense of humor most of the time,” Nate replied like a man confident in his best friend status.

Elliot’s lips curved involuntarily, “Well, there you go.”

“Is she beautiful? Have you fallen for her? I can’t believe that Mrs. H let another woman move in on her turf. Hell, you don’t even bring girls home to fuck them, you get a hotel room.”

Elliot felt his cheeks flush, “Just do it, fuck-head, I will see you tonight.”

He hung up the phone just as Mandy started up the steps out of the pool. She was wearing a black bikini, and her belly was small and round. He felt an insane urge to touch it.

Nate might be right, perhaps he

Mandy paused when she saw him, “Elliot! I’m sorry, did

doing his damnedest to come up with things for her to do, he certainly wouldn’t be interrupting her free time with

have an aneurysm. Thankfully, the older woman had suggested Mandy take

some kind of childcare at the site but hadn’t had the time to meet with Charles, the VP of Human Resources

Since this type of benefit would be crucial to Mandy, it was a perfect fit. She was thrilled with the project,

himself admitting the whole affair to his older friend. Dr. Roberts had also

looked into those dark blue eyes, that there was something special about this

gathered Mandy’s large fluffy towel and used it to cover his growing cock as he walked

It is my Thursday night poker

large towel around her body feeling like a whale in front of her handsome boss. The way his

the dark locks because she knew just how silky

night sounds fun. Can I do anything to prepare for

around Elliot. He had been

Elliot smiled, and Mandy’s heart skipped a beat. “We have everything covered. The guys will bring some cases of beer. I

the last thing she wanted to do was meet a bunch of his

“We need to go,” she grabbed his arm and slid into her flip-flops. Granted,

stilled his gaze glued to where

if she were burned, “I’m so

came up to meet hers, but the

his hand on the small of her back to walk her to the elevator back up to the penthouse

she was worried that the dampness growing between her legs was more from

of the way,” she rambled, a habit that Mandy tended to fall into when she was nervous. “There isn’t any reason for me to leave my room. I mean, I can get

diarrhea that escaped her lips, the more she wanted

entered the elevator,

He brought a finger up and placed it on her

traitorously, and his eyes

my home

throat, “That I should consider it

“You will not hide away in your room unless that is what you want to do. But I’m sure that Dr. Roberts would love to say hello if you feel up to