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.

when Elliot wondered if Nate might be right, perhaps he had lost his shit.

him, “Elliot! I’m sorry, did you need

his damnedest to come up with things for her to do, he certainly wouldn’t be interrupting her free time with work. Hell, he had resorted to sending

the older woman had suggested Mandy take on some of the human resource responsibilities that

the site but hadn’t had the

of benefit would be crucial to Mandy, it was a perfect fit. She was thrilled with the project, and Elliot was finally

Roberts had called to see how things were working out and Elliot found himself admitting the whole affair to his older friend.

he looked into those dark blue eyes, that there was something

towel and used it to cover his growing cock as he walked over to her

huskiness. “Some guys are coming by tonight. It is my Thursday night poker group. You know Dr. Roberts, but my best friend Nate will be there as well as Zeke from

boss. The way

to touch the dark locks because she

Can I do anything to prepare for it?”

around Elliot. He had been nothing but generous

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

a bunch of his friends in a bathing

grabbed his arm and slid into her flip-flops. Granted, she’d only wanted to steady herself, and it had

had stilled his gaze glued to where she was touching

her fingers back as if she

meet hers, but the fire in his

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

felt achy, and she was worried that the dampness growing between her legs was more from him than it was the pool.

fall into when she was nervous. “There isn’t any reason for me to leave my room. I mean, I can

more she wanted to climb underneath the nearest

the elevator, she was praying for divine intervention.

finger up and placed it on her rambling lips.

his eyes were alight with humor.

did I say about my home

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

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