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.

Elliot wondered if Nate might be

saw him, “Elliot! I’m sorry, did you need me?”

he certainly wouldn’t be interrupting her free time with

Elliot worried she would have an aneurysm. Thankfully, the older woman had suggested Mandy take on some of the human resource responsibilities that he struggled to find time for.

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

to Mandy, it was a perfect fit. She was thrilled with the project, and

Dr. Roberts had called to 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

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

cover his growing cock

coming by tonight. It is my Thursday night poker group. You know Dr. Roberts, but my best

her handsome boss. The way his dark hair stood in sexy disarray she knew he had been running his fingers

dark locks because she

night sounds fun. Can I do anything

relax around Elliot. He had been nothing but generous and kind to her since the night he

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

a bunch of his friends in a bathing

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

glued

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

Elliot’s gaze lazily came up to meet hers, but the fire in his orbs

small of her back to walk her to the

she was

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 dinner before they arrive, and I have a bathroom already, not that I want to talk about using the

diarrhea that escaped her lips, the more she wanted to

the elevator, she was praying for divine intervention.

He brought a finger up and placed it on her rambling lips.

and his eyes were alight

I say about my home since you arrived?”

swallowed a huge lump in her throat,

Elliot nodded, “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