Baby Daddy (Bad Boy Billionaires Book 4)

By: Jessa James


“Sorry, that old guy Frank asked me if I knew where his wife went,” he smiled as he shut the door and locked the top bolt with ease. His stretch made it clear that his jacket was cut perfectly and that it was only hiding the muscles of his back - it showed his ass off just fine. As he turned to face me, I couldn’t help but feel that kinship, that connection. I didn’t feel awkward, I just felt ready.

“I’ll take that present now, Sir,” I said, holding my hands out in what I hoped was a girlish, innocent way. He stalked towards me, looking like a man about to blow his top. His oceanic eyes were actually wild, sparkling. He reached out to take my hands and clasped them tightly. He shifted both of my small, delicate hands into one of his big hands and used the free one to brace the base of my neck. Wyatt pulled me in, not roughly, but with enough force that I knew what he was thinking.

“Kiss me, Victoria,” he pleaded, and I was all too willing. I parted my lips for him and his face hovered for an excruciating second more before he lowered his head. I closed my eyes as our lips made contact and I felt the chills travel down my throat and straight to my breasts. My nipples hardened and my back arched, pressing my breasts against his chest in a rather desperate way. That’s never happened before.

I can’t say how long the kiss went on. Minutes? Months? But by the time our lips separated, my face was bruised, my hair was tangled, and I was pretty sure I was going to need a new pair of panties. God, I’m so ready. My eyes fluttered open and I felt his gaze on the top button of my blouse. “Take off your shirt,” he gasped out, every bit as turned on as I was. I looked down at my top and couldn’t help but notice the bulge that had appeared between us, his tight cobalt slacks doing nothing to hide his erection.

The sight spurred me on and I damn near ripped off my top in an effort to get closer to him, to feel skin-on-skin. The second my shirt hit the wall behind us and slid to the floor, I felt his gaze as it lit on fire. I brazenly decided not to wear a bra that morning - I may be thirty but my tits are still twenty-five I had told myself - so I stood, breasts exposed to the somewhat chilly air. Wyatt looked like he just won the jackpot and was about to drag me off to his cave. His nostrils flared and the color in his face spiked. His chest broadened and he reached for my waist roughly, pulling me close. His eyes never left my breasts, my stomach, the curve of my hips. I’d never felt so sexy, and I wasn’t even fully naked!

Wyatt’s eyes flashed up to meet mine and he bit his lip. “I’m going to fuck you, Tori, but I want you to know that I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’ve thought so since the first day I saw you,” he paused as his hands moved to my face, pushing my tousled auburn hair back so he could look me in the eyes.

“But enough of that. Take off your slacks or I’m going to do it for you.”

I giggled a bit at the thought, sounding for all the world like a schoolgirl with a crush. I stood back, swaying my hips as I moved towards the chaise longue. I unzipped my slacks and sashayed as sexily as I could without falling over, my chocolate eyes never leaving Wyatt’s blue ones. I left my panties on even though they were totally soaked through and dropped my slacks around my fuck me pumps. I stepped out of them and stood in front of Wyatt, in satin fuschia panties, black stilettos, and nothing else. And I’d never felt more wanted.

Wyatt was staring at me just like I thought he would when we were in the Main Hall; like a man on fire and I was the only source of water. Like he’d never seen anything so wonderful. And I totally melted. As I was about to take a step out of my stilettos, he grunted out, “Leave the heels on.” I grinned at him and did a little twirl.

“You like the fuck me pumps, do you? Well, I’ll keep them on if you hurry up and give me that present you’ve been talki--” he was on me before I could even get the words out of my mouth. His calloused hands grabbed me by the hips then moved to my ass. He grabbed my ass hard and lifted my whole body up to meet his. Our lips met again and he held me tighter so I was forced to wrap my legs around his waist.

He did exactly what I daydreamed he would - he pushed me up against the wall catty-corner to the door and, when the cool wainscoting hit my flesh, I gasped. The cold forced my nipples to harden even more and, almost if Wyatt sensed this, or maybe he felt it through his jacket, his eyes darted down and he grinned impishly. He looked back up at me as his mouth moved south. He kissed his way down my sternum, burying his face in the space between my breasts. His hot kisses trailed first to my left nipple, where the rosebud was screaming for his mouth.

Wyatt’s mouth was suddenly on me, sucking gently, and I arched my back even more, realizing that the motion put the mound of his cock right at my entrance. Oh, God. He noticed this contact, too, and thrusted his hips upwards to meet me.

“If you keep that up, I’m going to soak through your pants, too,” I whimpered as he moved to my right nipple. He glanced up at me, somewhat confused. He glanced down and saw what I mean - my panties were entirely useless. I was dripping wet and, at this realization, he groaned and rested his head on my right shoulder. “Fuck, Tori, can’t you give a man a break? Do you really have to keep pulling out all the sexy stops?”