THE BILLIONAIRE'S BABY (A Secret Baby Romance) (25 page)

A few minutes later we pulled up to the valet at del Frisco’s. I handed the guy my keys and a ten and hurried over to take her hand as she stepped from the car. The exterior of the restaurant was simple though elegant, with dark red brick and stone carved to look like longhorns watching our every move. A hostess, dressed impeccably in black and white, greeted us and opened the door to usher us inside.

The interior of the restaurant was much more impressive than the outside. All the wood—mahogany—shone, and the bar, which was close to the door, was beautifully carved with Western-themed designs. Large, cushioned bar stools sat close to the bar for a patron’s comfortable seating and, should one have to wait for a table, overstuffed chairs sat around small coffee tables where a drink could be enjoyed until called to the table. All the art was Western-themed, with landscapes, both painted and photographed, of the Texas countryside.

The hostess offered to escort us to the bar since we were a few minutes early, but I thanked her and told her I knew the way. We passed a wall with several photos, and I pointed to two that were side by side.

“These were taken at my place,” I told her, though I didn’t include that the photographer had been Carol. I found it interesting that Mel also enjoyed photography.

“These are beautiful!” she exclaimed. “The light is excellent.” She studied the photos a moment longer while I studied her, mesmerized.

“Would you like a drink while we wait?” I asked. “I can bring it to you.”

She turned and stared at me with those green eyes laughing. “I’ll go with you. I will tell you, though, that if you show me too many pictures, I’ll end up ignoring you.”

“We wouldn’t want that,” I mused thoughtfully, as if she’d said something profound.

“Go get me a drink, joker,” she growled, winking at me.

My heart tripped a little. “What do you want?”

“Excuse me,” the hostess interrupted. “Your table is ready, if you’ll follow me.”

“Guess we’ll order at the table,” Mel smiled.

I gestured for her to precede me because I wanted another glance at that ass. I was a sucker for a nice ass.

The table was small and intimate, set beside a window so we could watch the passersby on the street if we chose. The white tablecloth was immaculate, and the place setting a little fancier than I would have preferred. But every now and then, I liked to go somewhere elegant and pricy, and Mel certainly deserved it.

I watched her as she opened the menu. Her eyes widened when she saw the prices. “Hey, don’t look at the prices. It doesn’t matter,” I told her. She looked at me, and I realized how that sounded. “Okay, so that sounded kind of pompous, but I wanted to treat you on our first date. This won’t be every date.”

She set the menu aside. “You mean after this it’s Whataburger cuisine every date? We might be meant for each other.” I laughed with her. “I treat myself now and again, Will. Not quite to this level, but I know what you mean. I promise, I don’t expect this every time.”

“I’m liking you more and more as this date continues,” I told her.

“Well, that’s good. Otherwise this is a waste of time.” She laughed as she took a sip of her water. “Why don’t you order the wine? I’m not good at that kind of thing.”

“Me either. I usually ask the waiter for a recommendation,” I told her honestly. “I’m more of a beer guy.”

She shrugged. “I can go either way.” I laughed at the innuendo she’d inadvertently made, and she rolled her eyes. “Is your mind always in the gutter, Mr. Sheron?”

“I’m a dude. What do you expect?” She laughed and bobbed her head in agreement.

The waiter appeared and suggested a wine, so I ordered a bottle. When he returned with it, he tried to get me to sample it the way people do, but I explained it was fine. He poured it into our glasses and left the bottle on the table.

“I’m going to order a couple of appetizers. When you eat here, you eat every course or you’re missing out,” I told her, holding the menu out to her and pointing at the appetizers. “Is there anything you prefer?”

“The crab cakes look amazing,” she said.

“Crab cakes and the shrimp,” I told the waiter.

“Would you like to order your main course now?” he asked.

“Yes.” We ordered steaks, both medium rare, yet another thing we had in common. The sides were separate, so we decided to share jalapeno bacon macaroni and cheese and sautéed shrimp. “There’s enough for three people in each order,” I promised her.

“All of it sounds so delicious,” she drawled, leaning her chin on her hand, elbow on the table, and batted her eyelashes at me playfully.

“Just wait until you have the dessert. You’ll never want to leave,” I told her as I sipped my wine, watching her antics with a grin.

We chatted while we waited for our food, and it hit me that Mel had no idea how much I was worth. She knew I owned a ranch but not what that meant by way of money. Even if she did know, she was no gold-digger, and I appreciated her even more. She had agreed to date me because she liked me, not my money.

***

After a delicious dinner, I drove her home. When she invited me in, my dick hardened automatically.
You’re not sixteen!
Get yourself together
, I admonished in my head. A boner just because a woman invited me inside was ridiculous. But this woman…she was something more than just a woman. Nothing might happen tonight, and that didn’t bother me. I would see her again.

“Would you like a drink? Alcoholic or otherwise?” she asked.

“No, I’m good, thanks,” I replied.

I watched her as she set her purse and bag of leftovers down. When she turned to me, she had a look in her eyes that I knew well. She walked to me, grabbed my hand, and led me to the couch. I sat, she sat, and with no words shared between us, we began to kiss. Her hands were all over me, and the kisses deepened faster than I expected.

I leaned over her until she lay back against some throw pillows. She swung her legs onto the couch, and I ran my hand up her thigh, relishing in the soft skin. I touched her panties but didn’t want to push so fast. I kissed her lips and trailed down her neck to the hollow of her throat. She murmured my name, and I moved further down, pushing the low neckline of her dress even lower so I could kiss the tops of her breasts. Her hands were on the back of my head, holding it there, but I moved back up. I wanted to taste her lips again.

My hand rested on her upper thigh as we kissed. She reached down and pulled on my wrist, raising my hand so that my fingertips brushed her panties. I raised my head and looked down at her. She stared into my eyes before kissing me again. I pushed her panties aside and massaged her clit. I wanted to taste her more than anything.

I slipped off the couch and pushed her dress up. I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, jerked her panties off, and sank my tongue into her juicy warmness. Her taste was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, and I couldn’t get enough. I plunged my tongue in and out of her pussy, savoring the taste of her as she relished the sensations. I used the tip of my tongue to tickle her clit as I inserted my fingers into her pussy.

To my shock and wonder, she came almost immediately, crying out my name. I could feel the clenching of her pussy muscles around my fingers, so I continued pumping in and out of her and licking her clit. When I felt the orgasm subside, I moved up to her face and kissed her lips. She licked mine, tasting herself. Her eyes drew me in, and I couldn’t help myself.

“Mel, you better tell me to leave now, or I’m going to fuck you.”

Mel

I stared at him, uncomprehending. I had never climaxed so quickly with any other man, and the shock of it was still wearing off when he spoke to me. Tell him to leave? Hell, no! I wanted that man inside me:
now
!

Rather than answer verbally, I pushed him back and slipped off the couch to my knees. He had risen from the couch so that if I told him to leave, he could. I reached for the button and zipper of his jeans, my eyes on his. As I undid his pants, I thought the man would come unglued. His hands, shaking ever so slightly, pushed through my hair. Before I could pull his pants down, he bent and kissed me again, our mouths fitting like they were made to kiss.

I pushed his pants and briefs over his hips. His cock, more massive than I had guessed when I’d felt it pressed against my hip a moment ago, sprang free. I smiled up at him, opened my mouth wide, and wrapped my lips around his glorious cock. The head was perfect. I ran my tongue over the sensitive underside and heard his moaning reaction. I sucked gently, then more roughly, on the head before taking him entirely into my mouth. I allowed his cock to move in and out in a rhythm I created with my hands on his ass and which he seemed to enjoy.

With one hand, I held his hip, pulling and pushing him into my mouth while also assuring I would not choke on its massive girth. The other hand massaged his balls gently, using my fingertips to tease them. He stiffened twice as I sucked and licked his cock, though he did not come—for which I was very grateful. I didn’t want him finishing in my mouth because I wanted that hard cock inside me, finishing there.

With no warning, Will grabbed my upper arms and pulled me to my feet. “I want to be inside you. Now. Bed or couch?”

“Bed,” I breathed.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall to my bedroom. Once inside, I pushed him against the wall and unbuttoned his shirt, our mouths attached again. My panties were somewhere on my living room floor, so he reached for the hem of my dress and pulled it straight over my head. Our lips met again immediately. We couldn’t stop kissing each other.

While we kissed, he unbuckled my bra and pulled it off my shoulders as I finished unbuttoning his shirt and helped him take it off. He kicked off his pants and briefs as we shuffled to the bed, refusing to stop the kiss that held us together. We fell onto the bed together, and it squeaked dangerously.

I lay on my back, and he lifted himself on his arms so he could look down at me. A smile bloomed on his face, and he let his body slowly cover mine. We kissed more, an intimacy beyond all I had experienced. He cradled my face in his hands as our lips danced together. I thought I might go mad with lust for him.

The kiss became more and more passionate until we were breathing hard as if we were competing in a marathon. He lifted himself again, up to his knees, and spread my legs. He looked down at me, bare for him.

“Beautiful. More beautiful than any I’ve seen.”

I sat up so that our mouths could meet. Laying back again, I grabbed his cock and guided him to my pussy, the wetness and heat a sign of my desires. He let me guide him, but he halted at the entrance, the tip of his cock barely grazing the outer edge of my opening. I waited with anticipation, then wonder. He was hesitating for some reason.

“Please, Will. Fuck me,” I whispered to him, my eyes on his. I ran my hands up his chest as he hovered over me, watching me. Finally, I cupped his face. “Fuck me, Will.”

He plunged into my pussy with such force that I let out a scream—not of pain, but of ecstasy. My pussy began clenching around his sizable member as soon as it pushed to its hilt. I grabbed his ass and worked his hips as he began to thrust harder and harder into me. My head tossed from side to side as the pleasure of his enormous cock pounding me filled my entire body, my entire soul.

I said his name over and over as he fucked me. When the bed collapsed beneath us, I heard it, but Will clearly didn’t because his rhythm never changed. Just as I thought the man was going to come, he pulled out, flipped me over, yanked me up to my knees, and plunged his cock into my pussy with all his might. I reached between my thighs and massaged my clit.

The orgasm seized my body almost immediately. I screamed unintelligibly. He stiffened behind me, let out a noise I had never heard a man make before, and collapsed to the bed beside me. I dropped onto my belly, and we lay together, panting, on my broken bed, completely spent.

He looked over at me and said, “Wow.”

I giggled breathlessly. “Same.”

He lifted his head marginally and looked around. “Did we break your bed?”

“Yes. It’s an old bed. If I can’t fix it, I’ll replace it. I’ve needed a new one for a while now,” I told him, completely unconcerned with the condition of my bed. “Not to inflate your ego, but hot damn! That was some good sex!”

He rolled over on his side and propped his head up on his hand so he could see my face. “Takes two to make sex that good.”

“Very true,” I answered smugly. “I’m done in. And I hope this isn’t too forward, but would you like to stay?”