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.

wondered if Nate might be right, perhaps he

saw him, “Elliot!

he certainly wouldn’t be interrupting her free time with work. Hell, he had resorted to sending clean clothes to the

worried she would have an aneurysm. Thankfully, the older woman had suggested

the site but hadn’t had the time to meet with Charles, the VP

She was thrilled with the project, and Elliot was finally drawing

see how things were working out and Elliot found himself admitting the whole affair to his older friend. Dr. Roberts had also laughed his ass off, telling Elliot that he had never expected the man to save her.

that there was something special about this girl. And so, he took the teasing

 large fluffy towel and used it to cover his growing cock

is my Thursday night

a whale in front of her handsome boss. The way his dark hair stood in sexy disarray she knew he had been

itched to touch the dark locks because she knew just how

poker night sounds fun. Can I do anything to prepare for it?”

higher than normal, and she hated that she couldn’t relax around Elliot. He had been nothing but generous and

have everything covered. The guys will bring some cases of beer. I just didn’t want you to be alarmed. They should be here within the hour.”

she wanted to do was meet a bunch of his friends in a bathing suit at nearly twenty-nine weeks pregnant.

arm and slid into her flip-flops. Granted, she’d only wanted to

But Elliot had stilled his gaze glued to where she was touching him.

fingers back as if she were burned, “I’m so sorry.”

gaze lazily came up to meet hers, but the fire in his orbs was

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

of his hand through the thick terry cloth towel. Her core felt achy, and she was worried that

reason for me to leave my room. I mean, I can get dinner before they arrive, and I have a bathroom already, not that I want to talk about

more verbal diarrhea that escaped her lips, the more she wanted to climb underneath the nearest lawn chair.

elevator, she was praying for divine intervention.

He brought a finger up and placed it on her

traitorously, and his eyes were alight

“What did I say about my home

in her throat, “That I should consider it my own.”

you want to do. But I’m sure that Dr. Roberts would love to say hello