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

“Elliot! I’m sorry, did you

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

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

but hadn’t had the time to meet

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

out and Elliot found himself admitting the whole affair to his older friend.

But Elliot knew every time he looked into those dark blue eyes, that there was something special

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

tonight. It is my Thursday night poker group. You know Dr. Roberts, but my best friend Nate will be there

large towel around her body feeling like a whale in front of her handsome boss. The

dark locks because she knew just

night sounds fun. Can I do anything to

had been nothing but

“We have everything covered. The guys will bring some cases of beer.

she wanted to do was meet a bunch of his friends in a bathing suit at nearly twenty-nine weeks

her flip-flops. Granted, she’d only wanted to steady herself, and it

Elliot had stilled his gaze glued to

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

to meet hers, but the fire in his

harm was done,” he then placed his hand on the small of her back to

hand through the thick terry cloth towel. Her core felt achy, and she was worried that the dampness growing between her legs was more from him than it was the

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 bathroom. That would

diarrhea that escaped her lips, the more she wanted to climb underneath the nearest lawn

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

and placed it on her

twitching traitorously, and his eyes were alight with

I say about my home since

her throat, “That

is what you want to do. But I’m sure that Dr. Roberts would love to say hello