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.

Nate might be right, perhaps he had lost his shit.

saw him, “Elliot! I’m sorry, did

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

Elliot worried she would have an aneurysm. Thankfully, the older woman had suggested Mandy take on some of

had the time to meet with Charles, the VP of Human Resources

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

were working out and Elliot found himself admitting the whole affair to his older friend. Dr. Roberts had also

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

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

Elliot cleared his throat of the huskiness. “Some guys are coming by tonight. It is my Thursday night poker group. You

the large towel around her body feeling like a whale in front of her handsome boss. The way his dark hair stood in sexy disarray she knew he had been

touch the dark locks because she knew just how silky they

fun. Can I do anything

had been nothing but generous and kind

“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 be alarmed. They should be here within

was meet a bunch of his friends in a

slid into her flip-flops. Granted, she’d only wanted to steady herself, and it had been an unconscious move.

gaze glued to where she was touching him.

pulled her fingers back as if she

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

on the small of her back

terry cloth towel. Her core felt achy, and she was

she was nervous. “There isn’t any reason for me to leave my room. I mean, I can get dinner before they arrive,

more verbal diarrhea that escaped her lips, the more she

time they entered the elevator, she was

and placed it on her rambling

His own were twitching traitorously, and his eyes were alight

say about my home since you

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

“You will not hide away in your room unless that is what you want to do. But I’m sure that Dr. Roberts would