Surprising the Billionaire with a Baby - Elizabeth Lynx Page 0,43

on Christmas.

“There’s a first time for everything.” He smiled. His eyes dipped to my lips as I slid the sweet treat into my mouth.

I moaned. Damn, that was amazing. Definitely going to taunt Laura. I couldn’t wait to tell her that I had the best dessert, and she didn’t make it. My sister could be competitive with her food.

“Yes, there is,” I added with excitement.

I wanted to tell him tonight that I was willing to do even more ass play. Monty wanted to fuck me in the ass, and I had been wondering all week, fantasizing about what it felt like. Tonight would be the perfect time to let him know that we should try it.

We could move our relationship forward. I knew we had only known each other two weeks, but for me, that was a long time with a guy. If we kept this up much longer, I might have to propose to him. I’d get down on my knees and ask him to wear my cock ring.

“Speaking of first times . . . I wanted to talk to you about our first time together.”

I took another bite of the dessert. It was too good to ignore. Once I swallowed, I asked, “You mean when we met or . . .” I pushed my finger through my other hand, giving the universal symbol of fucking.

He pushed my hands down. “Yes, that.”

He tried to act embarrassed, but I saw the corner of his lips curl.

“What’s to discuss? It was amazing. I’m hoping we can recreate the moment. Perhaps at your place. Maybe me on top and your ass in the air this time.” I wiggled my eyebrows.

He tilted his head. “How would that work . . .? You know what? Never mind. I won’t be distracted by your unique theories of the world again.”

I checked the door and frowned. “There’s no lock. Maybe I could give you a quick blow job under the table before the waiter comes back.”

He glanced around to the door, and by the time he turned back, I was already slipping under the table.

“Julia, no. What are you doing?” His voice went up an octave as I slid my hand up his thigh.

He lifted the tablecloth and shook his head. “Get up here. I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you, and it deteriorates into sex.”

“Yeah. So? I don’t see the problem here.” I slid my hand farther up his pants until I was slipping my fingers over the zipper.

He grabbed my hand firmly. “I took you out tonight because I like you. I enjoy spending time with you. You make me laugh, and the way you view the world is refreshing. And, yes, you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”

I bit my lip. “Thank you.”

“But that’s not the only reason I want to be with you. You have a baby. That’s important.”

I froze. Thoughts of when we first met popped into my head. He acted strangely then. Saying how he loved babies. Everyone who knew him explained he was just stressed, but maybe they were wrong about Monty. I had a strange feeling when I met him, like I had met him before. But I knew that wasn’t true.

Those goosebumps up my neck weren’t because I met him before. It was my body’s way of warning me away from the guy.

I scooted out from under the table and stood.

“What does Nathan have to do with any of this?”

“It has everything to do with this.” He stood and came over to me.

I held up my hands to stop him from touching me. “Look, I don’t need a man to take care of me and my son. I’m doing fine on my own. I have a family who cares about Nathan and me. You seem to have some hero complex or a weird fetish for MILFs.”

“I already told you I don’t have a thing for MILFs. You are the first woman I’ve been with who has had a baby.”

“So, you think because you’re a billionaire you can just swoop in and save Nathan and me?” I crossed my arms over my chest.

But when I did that, his eyes dipped to my breasts. I forgot that with this dress, and most of my clothes now, it pushed up my tits. Everything was tight on me now, especially in the chest area.

I didn’t want to wear my maternity clothes, but my pre-pregnancy clothes didn’t seem to appreciate that I could now enter a Dolly Parton lookalike contest