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.

might be right, perhaps he had lost his shit.

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

 wouldn’t be interrupting her free time with work. Hell, he had resorted

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

site but hadn’t had the

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

himself admitting the whole affair to his older

blue eyes, that there was something special about this girl. And so, he

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

night poker group. You know Dr. Roberts, but my best friend Nate

whale in front of her handsome boss. The way his

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

“Um, poker night sounds fun. Can I do anything

had been nothing but generous and kind to her since the night he

some cases of beer. I just didn’t want you

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

slid into her flip-flops. Granted, she’d only wanted to steady herself,

glued to where she

her fingers back as if she were burned, “I’m so

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

hand on the small of her back to walk her to the elevator back up to the penthouse floors.

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

stay out 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 arrive, and I have a bathroom already, not that I want to talk about using the bathroom. That would be gross.”

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

entered the elevator, she was praying for divine intervention.

a finger up and placed it on

twitching traitorously, and his eyes

about my

her throat, “That I should consider it my

is what you want to do. But I’m