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.

That’s when Elliot wondered if Nate might be right, perhaps he had lost his

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

that Elliot was doing his damnedest to come up with things for her to do, he certainly wouldn’t be interrupting

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

the site but hadn’t had the time to meet with Charles, the VP of Human Resources at Brand.

of benefit would be crucial to Mandy, it was a perfect fit. She was

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 off, telling Elliot that he had never

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

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

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

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

Her fingers itched to touch the dark locks because she knew just how silky they were.

fun. Can I do

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

“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

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

stilled his gaze glued to where she was touching him.

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

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

then placed his hand on the small of her

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

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 dinner before they

the more she wanted

By the time they entered the elevator, she was praying

a finger up and placed it on her rambling

traitorously, and his

“What did I say about my home

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

you want to do. But I’m sure that Dr.