The Billionaire Bachelor's Surprise Baby: A Billionaire Romance (5 page)

“I hadn’t noticed.”

“I’m your mother.” She poured us some tea. “I know when you’re lying. So, how did you two end up so cozy in such a short amount of time?”

“I don’t know.”  It must have been the late night conversations after feeding Mason. Kyler would meet me in the hall after I was done and we’d end up talking for half an hour just getting to know one another. Maybe it was the dinners that ended up lingering for two hours each night. We were spending so much time together it was hard to tell when exactly I had developed an infatuation with him.

“You like him.” My mother squeezed a lemon wedge into her tea. “I don’t blame you but...”

Here it comes! Why did there always have to be a but?

“All I’m saying is there’s nothing wrong with dating a hot guy and rushing into a fun and sexy romance but there’s another factor involved here. You’ve already fallen in love with that extra factor.”

“Mason.”

“And given your circumstances...”

“You can say it, Mom.” I pushed my tea away from me. “I can’t have a baby. I’m never going to get pregnant.”

“That doesn’t mean you won’t have children someday.”

“I know.” I didn’t want to discuss my situation. Not tonight. Not with Kyler in the next room.  “I’m fine taking care of Mason.”

“If things don’t work out with Kyler, well, your dad and I are worried.”

“I won’t have another breakdown,” I assured her. “Dropping out of medical school was enough of a meltdown to last one lifetime.”

“We understand why you did that.”

“Yeah, pediatric medicine wasn’t an option for me after... well, it’s over now. I can handle caring for Mason. It’s been therapeutic. You and dad don’t have to worry. Kyler and I are doing nothing more than flirting at this point. I’m in his house to care for his son. I like doing that.”

“I can see that.” She smiled. “I haven’t seen you this happy in a long time.”

“I am happy.” I nodded. “More than I thought I could be.”

When
we arrived home, Mason was sound asleep. He’d had an exciting night experiencing a new place and new people. As Jenna unbuckled him from his carrier I couldn’t help but stare at her. Every time she picked him up from where ever he was she’d always give him a soft kiss. Mason was one lucky kid.

“You were quiet on the ride home,” I said. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.” She smiled but it didn’t seem to reach her usually vibrant eyes. “I’m a little tired.”

“Is your mom cool with what you’re doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“I noticed your parents made a lot of eye contact every time you fussed over Mason.”

“They’re just not used to seeing me in this role, I guess.”

“The mom role?”

“Umm... Kind of.” She shrugged.

Why was I getting an awkward vibe? Fix this.

“About what happened before dinner.” I couldn’t stop thinking about her scent, her silky skin against mine, how much I wanted to...

“You don’t have to apologize.”

“Yeah, I do.” This was very new for me. “I kinda overstepped.”

“Maybe just a little but I was right there with you.”

“I’d like to say it won’t happen again, but then I’d be lying to you, and I like this whole honesty thing I’ve got going on with you.”

“You’re not used to being honest with a woman?” Her eyes sparkled with amusement. There was that gorgeous expression I’d become so taken with.

“Um, no, never.” I laughed. “Consider yourself my experiment.”

“What kind of experiment?”

Oh, baby the things I could try with you.

Not waiting for my response, she said, “I’m going to put him to bed.” She moved Mason closer to me. “Do you want a kiss?”

More than you could ever imagine.

Bending down, I kissed Mason’s head. “Goodnight, little guy. I hope you give us a solid four hours tonight.” Looking into Jenna’s eyes, all I saw was the desire in them from a few hours ago. How much further did she want me to go?

“Night.” Her tone was soft, almost breathless as she gazed into my eyes.

“Wait.” Grabbing her hand before she could escape. “I didn’t kiss you.”

“Oh?”

“You did offer a goodnight kiss, didn’t you?”

“I...”

Taking her chin between my fingers, I titled her face, focusing on those luscious lips. The ones I’d never be able to get enough of. I dipped my head, gently pressing my mouth to hers. It was a soft, slow connection. My way of expressing to her how much I appreciated everything she had done for me. Mason stretched in Jenna’s arms, exhaling a soft sigh, bringing us both back to reality.

We laughed at one another, before I released her face. “Goodnight, Jenna.”

“Aren’t you coming up?”

“I need to answer a few emails and sign some contracts.”

“Don’t work too hard.”

“I’ll try not to.”

As she walked up the stairs, I took a deep breath, trying to center myself. What was happening to me?

***

A few hours later, there was a noise in the kitchen so I went to investigate. Jenna was rinsing bottles and preparing new ones. Her back was to me, giving me the most sensational view of her tight ass. She wore a snug white tank top and tiny black boy shorts. I’d seen her in clothes like this when she pranced through the hall in the middle of the night. When I stopped to have a late night conversation with her on her way out of Mason’s room I was always so distracted. I’d seen my fair share of hot bodies in my profession. I’ve had many of them in my bed, but Jenna was the whole package. Fantastic build, beautiful face, amazing personality and realistic expectations. Maybe because her parents were well-off, but she never made a big deal about my money or my status. She wasn’t a spoiled model or a wannabe actress trying to get her face in one of my exercise videos. When I was with her I never felt like she wanted anything from me. Maybe I had been surrounding myself with the wrong people these last few years. It was refreshing to be with someone who was here because of me and not what I could give her.

“Hey.” She turned and smiled at me. “Still working?”

“I’m wrapping things up now.” I stepped toward her, wanting to feel her skin against mine. “One o’clock feeding?”

“Yeah.” She giggled. “He guzzled it down, burped and went right back to sleep.”

“That’s my boy.”  She shivered when I trailed my finger down her bare arm. Did my touch affect her that much? “Why didn’t you go back to bed?”

“I’m restless tonight.”

“Me too.”

“I wonder what’s wrong with us?”

“I think I know.” I caressed her throat, moving my fingers down over her breasts. “I know what might help too.”

“You do?” She dropped her head, watching intently as I circled her nipple.

“I need to touch you.” Tangling my fingers in her hair, I pulled her to me. “I want to make you feel good.”

“Okay.” Her warm breath fluttered across my mouth.

Inching us back, I leaned her against the counter as I kissed her the way I’d thought about kissing her all night. The tension that had been building between us the past few days came to a head. The passion crackled in the air like ambers in a fire. The heat was palpable as I flattened my palm and smoothed it down her stomach. She wrapped her arms around my neck when I slipped my fingers inside her shorts. She tensed, sucking in her stomach when I traced along her slit.

“Relax.” Speaking against her lips, I pushed my fingers inside her hot, wet pussy. “Let me do this for you.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve...” She clenched her muscles around my finger as I moved in and out of her. “Oh...” She sighed.

I wondered just how long it had been and how many there were before me. Did it matter? After tonight she would only ever remember me. I’d make sure of that.

“Kyler...” She clawed into my shoulders as I kept a steady pace inside her core. The more I slipped in and out of her, the wetter she became. When I inserted another finger, she rocked her pelvis into my hand.

“That’s right, baby, let go. You need this.” I kissed along her jaw and to her ear, licking and sucking her flesh. “Only I can make you feel this way. I want to be the only one who does this to you from now on.”

She nodded as her hips moved in a feverish pace, forcing me to go deeper. The heat of her arousal coated my fingers as I swirled them inside her. When I swiped her clit with my thumb she tensed. Assaulting her mouth with mine, I threaded her bottom lip between my teeth, tugging at it. She quivered when I took my free hand and supported her back.

“Ky...” She cried out, her knees buckling, but I held her upright as she rode out her wave of pleasure. The pleasure I had given her. Once she caught her breath she opened her eyes and graced me with a shy smile. Her face was flush and her eyes were glazed over but I saw the satisfaction in them.

“Now maybe you won’t be so restless.” I smeared my finger along her lips, spreading her arousal over them before leaning in and stealing a taste. “Delicious.”

There was so much more I wanted to do with her, but not tonight. I had too many thoughts invading my mind. When had I ever let my mind take over when my cock was in control? I was paying her to care of my son. She was doing a fantastic job of taking care of both of us. Sex complicates things. I never allowed feelings to get in the way of a good time, but why was I over thinking this? Why didn’t I just toss her over my shoulder, take her to my room and fuck all these thoughts away? She wanted that, right?

What if that wasn’t what I wanted? What if I needed more than a fuck buddy? I was never going to figure anything out with her staring at me with those sex-inducing eyes.

“Why don’t you try to get some sleep now?”
You’re such an asshole.

“But... what about you?” She glanced down at my obvious excitement for her. “I could...”

“I’m sure you could.” I kissed her softly, trying to settle my cock down. “Tonight was about you. I want you to crawl into your bed and dream about me. Will you do that for me?”

“I think I’d do anything for you.”

“The feeling is mutual.”
You have no idea how much I’d do for you...

***

What the hell was wrong with me? Two times in eight hours I’ve totally violated her. She was a willing participant, but still.
What the hell am I doing?
Did I want to go down this road knowing it would be different from anything I’d ever experienced before? With Jenna it would be more than one night. It would have to be. She lived in my god damn house. I couldn’t tell her to leave when I was done. At this point I wouldn’t want her to leave. Mason was already attached to her.
So am I.

“Fuck.” I tossed the file down on my desk and grabbed my cell. Dialing Caden, I waited for him to answer. There was no question in my mind he was awake. The only thing was if he was alone or not. He probably had his cock shoved down Trixie’s throat. Just as I was about to hang up he answered.

“What’s up?”

“I have a problem.”

“Is Mason okay?”

“He’s great.” Thinking about him cuddled in Jenna’s arms made me smile. “It’s me who doesn’t know what the hell I want.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was just knuckles deep inside the hot nanny.” Why was I even telling my brother about this? We’d shared sex stories before but they had always been meaningless to me. This was different and now I was really confused.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing on the phone with me?”

“Because I’m twisted. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“With the hot nanny?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t get it. She lives in your house. She should be in your bed right now.”

“That’s the problem.” Closing my eyes, I tried to focus and figure out what I was trying to say. “Ever since I found out Mason was mine, my priorities have shifted.”

“Well, they’re supposed to. You have someone depending on you now.”

“That’s what I’m talking about. These past few weeks have changed me and now I want different things. I think I want them with Jenna.”

“Like what kind of things?”

“I see her in a maternal way.”

“Well, that’s weird.”

“Not for me you asshole.” Why was I even talking to him about this? “She’s hands down the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. I’ve never been this attracted to anyone and I’m not just talking in a physical sense.” Because God knows I wanted her in every possible position. Some I might not have even tried yet. “There’s more to this. I want a life with her. One I never wanted with all the others. I see more than just Mason with her. I envision a whole house full of kids. It’s making me nervous.”

“Why?”

“What if I’m not that man?” Three weeks ago I was screwing models. Drinking, flying around the world and doing whatever the hell I wanted to with whoever I wanted to. And now...

“What if you are?” Caden broke my thought process.

“What?”

“What if you are
that
man?”

Could I be?