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.

be right, perhaps he had lost his shit.

him, “Elliot!

to do, he certainly wouldn’t

the older woman had suggested Mandy take on some of

of childcare at the site but hadn’t had the time to meet

to Mandy, it was a perfect fit. She was thrilled with the project, and Elliot was finally drawing a sigh of

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

knew every time he looked into those dark blue eyes, that there was

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

is my Thursday night

The way

the dark locks because she knew just how silky they were.

sounds fun. Can I do

that she couldn’t relax around Elliot. He had been nothing but generous and kind to her since the night he came to her parent’s home.

“Nah,” Elliot smiled, and Mandy’s heart skipped a beat. “We have everything covered. The guys will bring some cases of beer. I just didn’t want you to

wanted to do was meet a bunch of his friends in

“We need to go,” she grabbed his arm and slid into her flip-flops. Granted, she’d only wanted to steady herself, and it

his gaze glued to where she

pulled her fingers back as if she were burned, “I’m so

up to meet hers, but

harm was done,” he then placed his hand on the small of her back to walk her to the elevator back up to the penthouse floors.

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

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 dinner before they arrive, and I have a bathroom already, not that I want to

that escaped her lips, the more she wanted

By the time they entered the elevator, she was praying for divine intervention.

He brought a finger up and placed it

twitching traitorously, and his eyes were

about my home

 lump in her throat, “That I should consider it my

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