Mile High Baby: An Age Gap, Surprise Pregnancy Romance (Heart of Hope), page 1
MILE HIGH BABY
AN AGE GAP, SURPRISE PREGNANCY ROMANCE
AJME WILLIAMS
CONTENTS
Description
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Epilogue
Epilogue II
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers only.
All characters are 18+ years of age and all sexual acts are consensual.
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“Have you joined the Mile High club yet?”
“No…”
“Do you want to?”
I shouldn’t have said yes… but I did.
A panicked phone call from my father has me boarding a plane and flying cross-continent. I never expect to meet a brazen, distinguished silver fox on the plane.
Much less the older gentleman initiating me into the Mile High club right then and there…
We agree never to meet again after our spicy encounter.
Until I meet with my father, who’s hired a bodyguard for me.
Alex Sterling. My father’s best friend… and my mile-high lover.
My father thinks I’m in danger and Alex is the best man to protect me. Maybe we’d both do a better job of staying out of harm’s way… if we could keep our hands off each other.
But when our steamy encounters result in a baby bump, I know I have to hide the truth from my father… as well as his enemies who are still out to hurt me.
Except now it’s not just me.
PROLOGUE
Victoria Lawrence Banion
I'd gone mad. What the hell am I doing?
Two long fingers slid inside my pussy as firm lips tugged on my nipple.
Oh, right, I was letting a complete stranger fuck me in the first-class bathroom on a transatlantic flight from London to New York.
A shimmer of delicious pleasure radiated from my clit to the rest of my body.
Okay, so I knew what I was doing. The question was why? I was no prude. I'd had my share of sexual encounters before, but never with a complete stranger. All I knew was his name. Sterling. I didn’t know if it was his first or last name. Hell, maybe it wasn’t his name at all. Then there was the fact that I was on a packed commercial flight. One scream of pleasure and the entire plane would know what was going on. And it was quite possible that I’d scream.
His thumb brushed over my clit as his fingers thrust inside me again, and his lips sucked harder on my nipple. He was totally making me rethink my attitude toward older men. Not that I had anything against them, but I'd always heard a man's sexual prime was in his twenties or maybe thirties. This man was definitely pushing fifty, which made him my father's age. I pushed that thought out of my head because, ew.
Sterling was teaching me that with age came experience, and based on the way he had my body humming and my blood coursing like liquid fire, he had honed his skills well over the years.
"Jesus fuck, your pussy is wet. I have to taste you." He tugged me down from where he'd perched me on the edge of the small sink. He scooted backward in the small space, sitting on the toilet lid as he pulled my hips forward. He dipped his head, his tongue lapping through my folds. My hands shot out, bracing against the wall on each side of the restroom as my legs shook. Good God, I was going to disintegrate into a gelatinous puddle. But if I melted into nothing, it would be so totally worth it.
I brought one hand down, threading it through his sexy silver hair. "Yes, yes, don’t stop."
He groaned against my pussy, and I felt it reverberate through my body. I hadn’t wanted to be on this flight. I hadn't wanted to cut my trip to Europe short. But thank God I'd decided to go home early because every woman deserved to be thoroughly fucked like Sterling was fucking me. Every neuron in my body fired up and shook. I was pretty sure I was going to detonate in a way that would let everybody on this plane know exactly what we were doing. The end result would probably get me banned from the airline for life, but holy hell, it would be worth it.
He pulled his head back, and the loss of contact elicited a desperate mewling sound from me. I looked down, wondering why he'd stopped. My juice covered his nose and mouth, and I had an urge to lick it off his face.
The gentle brush of his thumb over my clit told me he wasn't stopping. "I'm going to make you come. You’re going to come so hard you're going to want to scream. As you can imagine, on a crowded plane, that's going to be a problem.”
Good point. I didn’t trust myself to be quiet or believe that putting my hand over my mouth would work. I reached through the small space to my purse by the sink, pulling a pen out and sticking it in my mouth like a bit. Hopefully, it would work.
His pale blue eyes looked at me with amusement. “All right then, Victoria, hold on."
I hadn’t been completely honest with him about my name, either. My name was Victoria, that was true, but most everyone I knew called me Tori. Right now, that didn’t seem important.
I nodded at him as I continued to brace one hand against the wall and the other on his shoulder.
Seemingly satisfied, he turned his attention back to my pussy. He used his fingers to pull open my folds as his tongue swirled around my clit, sending a shockwave through me.
"I can't wait to drink your juices." He slid two fingers inside me as his lips wrapped around my clit and sucked. His fingers rubbed over that exquisite spot inside me, and holy hell, every cell inside me exploded with pleasure. I threw my head back, letting out a long, feral moan as my body shook. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss rushed through my body. It was the type of orgasm your girlfriends bragged about or you read about in romance novels but never quite believed were true. Now I was a believer.
As my orgasm came down, so did my ability to stand on my own two feet. Luckily, Sterling stood, wrapping an arm around me and once again lifting me until I was seated on the edge of the basin.
His hands went to his belt, undoing his pants. He shoved them along with boxer briefs down. His dick sprang free, and I moaned at the thought of feeling the length and girth of him inside me.
"My cock is ready to explode." He rolled a condom over his length, and I was impressed that condoms came in a big enough size to fit him. He was the epitome of well-hung.
He held his dick, rubbing the tip through my folds. "Tell me you want this."
"I do. God, do I want it."
With his free hand, he lifted my thigh, opening me and hooking my leg around his hip. "Tell me specifically what you want."
My brain was on the fritz, but coherent enough to understand what he wanted. "I want you to fuck me with your massive cock, Sterling."
1
Alex Sterling - Two days earlier
I closed my laptop and downed the final finger of whiskey, glad to have the issue of Lorraine Madsen complete. It wasn't unusual for me to work late at night, but this wasn't a usual case. First, as the head of the European office of Saint Security, I rarely did fieldwork anymore. Second, and worst, was that this case wasn't a company case. It was personal. Lorraine betrayed me in the worst way possible, and I wasn't talking about my heart. I knew when I had left the military and joined Saint Security as an operative twenty-three years ago that love and ever after weren’t going to be part of my life. And I was okay with that.
I wasn't anti-marriage or family. It was great for people who wanted it, although in my lifetime, I'd seen many people get married and have a family, only to have it totally implode on them. I knew myself well enough to know I couldn’t make a woman happy. I had too much wanderlust.
Growing up, I’d done all the things I was supposed to do—play sports, get good grades, and go to college to get a degree. And for the first twenty-one years of my life, I felt like I was dead inside. I wanted adventure, travel, excitement, and nothing that would hold me back. M
The military held tight control over the people who worked for them, but it came with travel and excitement. And when it was discovered that I had a unique set of skills, I was recruited by Noel St. Martin, the founder of Saint Security. At that time, he provided mercenaries to the highest bidder, but eventually, he turned the company into a global security business that worked with the most powerful and richest people in the world. And that work suited me just fine as well.
My work had given me plenty of adventure and excitement. There weren't very many places on the globe that I hadn't been to. The only glitch was the injury I sustained three years ago that resulted in my leaving the field to take over the running of the European office. Being a bureaucrat didn't sound fun, but being based in London meant I was a hop, skip, and a jump away from skiing in the Alps, or swimming in the Mediterranean, or any other adventure my mind could think up.
As I rose from my desk to get another glass of whiskey, I had to wonder if all this desk riding had made me soft. How hadn’t I seen what sort of woman Lorraine was? Had I been distracted by her made-for-fucking body? She had a round ass and large tits, all fake, but still. She had plump lips and a mouth that could suck off my sizable cock with ease. She also liked adventure and travel, so I had broken my one-and-done rule I adhered to with women. Not that we were an item. Ours wasn't a relationship based on love. It was based on a lust for life and fantastic sex.
And then one morning, she was gone, along with a sizable chunk of my nest egg. I was paid very well for what I did. I didn't have a lot of expenses, minus my adventures, so I’d been able to save up a sizable sum, enough that I planned to retire in two years at the age of fifty and really travel and experience life like I wanted. But Lorraine took enough money that retiring wouldn't be an option, at least not in two years.
Pissed at her and at myself for letting her dupe me, I vowed to make her pay. No one fucked with Alex Sterling and got away with it. I took two weeks off from work, leaving Wally “Cutthroat” Cuthbert in charge. Then I used my skills to hunt her down. Tonight, she was rotting in a jail in Paris, and with Interpol notified, apparently, there were other jurisdictions interested in talking to her. It only took me three days to make it happen. I didn’t get my money back, but I got justice.
I downed my whiskey and set my glass in the sink. I went to the only bedroom in my one-room flat and tugged off my T-shirt and my lounge pants, climbing under the sheets buck naked. I still had eleven days off. Maybe I'd head up to Iceland to one of its fantastic outdoor geothermal spas.
On my side table, my phone buzzed. I considered ignoring it because I didn't know anybody who would call me except for work, and I was off. But in case it was an emergency, I picked up the phone and looked at the caller ID.
Henry Banion
My lips twitched up in amusement. I poked the answer button. "Henry Banion, how the hell are you?"
Henry and I had been roommates and fellow womanizers and adventurers in college. Although our lives had gone in separate directions, we'd never completely lost touch. Seven years ago, he'd somehow convinced me to go to our twenty-year college reunion. He had a nineteen-year-old daughter at the time, but she was off traveling or something. So despite the fact that we were forty-one, we lived like we were twenty-one again. I wasn't sure about everything that we did those few days because we’d lived it up that much. There were swathes of time in which I had no memory, which meant we’d had a raucous good time. Maybe I’d go see him for the remainder of my vacation.
"Alex, how are you?"
Something about his voice dampened my enthusiasm. "I'm hanging in there. What's up?"
"I need to hire you to protect my daughter."
My gut clenched. Of all the jobs we could be given at Saint Security, protecting a rich man's daughter was the worst. Those girls were always entitled and bossy. Henry was a good guy, and I’d never met his daughter, but I did know he came from very old money, which meant chances were good that she was a bratty daddy's girl.
"I don't do that sort of thing anymore, but I can hook you up. We've got some really good people in New York—"
"No. I want to hire you. I need someone I know can be lethal if needed, and whom I can trust."
Lethal? "What sort of shit have you gotten yourself into, Henry?"
The guy ran a media conglomerate. How much trouble could news be?
"George Pitney has taken umbrage with a number of things we've been publishing about his business."
"Jesus fuck, Henry. George Pitney? You’re going to end up like Jimmy Hoffa, and nobody knows what happened to Jimmy Hoffa." That sounded like an exaggeration, but it wasn’t. George’s business looked to be on the up and up, but under the hood, it was filled with corruption. Before my boss Noel found his morals, we’d done some work for George. That man had a black heart, and I had no doubt that he’d do whatever, including kill, to protect it.
"I know. But I'm not as worried about me—"
"You should be."
"I'm more concerned about my daughter. I'm willing to take whatever repercussions are coming my way, but I don't want any landing on her. I've been doing some work with law enforcement."
I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Jesus, you do have a death wish."
"The thing is, they're close to indicting him and arresting him. But as you know, the tighter a noose squeezes, the more violent the attempt to save oneself is.”
I suppose I didn’t need to remind Henry that George had gotten free of every legal noose that had been attempted on him.
“And while I know that Saint Security has a stellar reputation, I can't risk hiring somebody I don't know. Whatever it costs, I’ll pay you,” Henry finished.
I thought of the crap ton of money that Lorraine had taken from me and for a moment considered naming it as my price. But Henry was my friend. For all intents and purposes, he was my only friend. He sounded scared and desperate, and I couldn't blame him, considering who he was dealing with.
It wasn't Iceland, but going to New York to protect Henry’s daughter would definitely be an adventure. I had nothing better to do over the next eleven days, and maybe a real assignment was something I needed to get my head back in the game.
"I'm in London right now, but I can catch a flight tomorrow back to New York. I can only give you ten days for sure. After that—"
"Ten days is fine. Thank you so much, Alex. I owe you."
"You don't owe me anything. And don’t worry about fees."
"I can't ask you to work for free. Not with the risk you'll be taking."
I grinned, even though I knew he couldn't see me. "I thought you knew, Henry. I live on risk."
2
Victoria
I sat near the window in my hotel room with a hot cup of coffee, because tea just didn't do it for me. All my meetings were done today, and I was working in my hotel room. I had my laptop open and was checking in on various aspects of my little empire.
I had started my media platform for experts, Masterverse, as part of a college assignment in a business class. But I enjoyed it so much that I continued working on it, expanding the features and growing the platform into a global media resource. It wasn't as big or expansive as the one my father ran. The family media company was started back in the early 1900s, and my father was the fourth generation to be running it. But my little business supported a lifestyle that I enjoyed since I could run it from anywhere.
