Baby Daddy BOSS: An Age Gap, Billionaire, Secret Baby Romance, page 10
“What stopped you?” I asked. He frowned thoughtfully, glancing out the window at the wandering pedestrians and seeming to go somewhere distant as he remembered something.
“Honestly, it was because of my brother,” he said. “He came down sick with a staph infection that worsened even with treatment. It wasn’t until a doctor ordered a culture that we could treat it directly with the right antibiotics. I remember being amazed watching him get better from this little pill after this invisible thing, to me at the time, had made him so sick. I thought the doctors were magicians. It wasn’t until later in college that I learned that it wasn’t the doctor who saved him but the culture and the person who engineered the antibiotics that I realized I could become one of those powerful people. I’d never wanted to be a medical doctor due to my bedside manner, or lack thereof.” He laughed and shook his head.
I had grown rather still and silent during the whole story. Learning something so immensely powerful about his past was amazing.
“Why did you want to go into biochemistry?” he asked.
“I told you before my mother had cancer,” I said bluntly.
He blinked slowly and then followed with, “Yes.”
I sighed, “She was a bitch when I was young until she needed me for something. My dad ended up drinking himself into an early grave, and when Mom got cancer, she came to me to take of her. In the end, I’m grateful to her because she helped me a lot with Ciro when I was in school. But she never did it for me as a child. I would have liked that. However, I saw just how adept a killer cancer was, and it fascinated me while also horrifying me. I learned about it relatively easily and began to read other information in the various sciences. I never thought I’d ever get a chance to go to college, but I got some scholarships with some work. I was lucky.”
It was Aldric’s turn to fall deadly quiet as he listened to my story and slowly absorbed my life during a major turning point. There was a proud light in his eyes at the end and something that spoke to me and told me how much my world inspired him. Not that his life had been easygoing from what I had learned.
I rolled my still-warm cup between my palms and smiled hesitantly when he said nothing.
“Trust me, I don’t miss her,” I said. “I just learned who I didn’t want to be from her.”
“It’s a shame you don’t miss her,” Aldric said, and I looked up surprised. “Everyone deserves to be missed; if you aren’t, it means you must have hurt many people. And to hurt your daughter is such a shame.”
I gritted my teeth and looked down at my coffee, hoping Aldric wouldn’t notice me blinking back my tears. If he did, he didn’t say anything, thankfully.
The rest of the date went on with lighter topics, I learned that he still occasionally tapped out beats on his home drum kit, and he asked me about my favorite fiction authors. We spoke about his recent projects in microbiology research, and I talked about the possibility of joining a cancer research team if I ever became that well-known in the field. We were on our third cup of coffee when I decided to end things, figuring three hours was long enough for my friend to watch Ciro.
“Thanks for inviting me out today. I really enjoyed it,” I said, nodding to the door. “I should probably head out, though. I have a friend watching Ciro and well….”
I shrugged one shoulder helplessly as I slid my coat back over my shoulders and grabbed my bag. However, as I stood, Aldric said something that made me freeze.
“Wait!” his hand landed on my hand for a second. “Let me meet Ciro. Today just confirmed that I want to be a part of your life, and I love you more and more every time I learn something about you.”
I didn’t look up at him; instead, I stood staring down at my bag when it still hung on the chair and shook my head, “I’m sorry, not yet. I think I will soon, just I’m not ready yet.”
I moved to leave, but his hand didn’t let me. Instead, he gently but firmly pulled me back to him, and my body naturally let him, wanting to give in to him. His mouth searched out mine, hungry and frantic in its touch. My free hand dropped my bag and reached up, intending to push him back until his tongue flicked across my lips, and they instead opened on a moan. He instantly took advantage of it to kiss me senselessly, and once I pulled back, my mind was far too gone to even care that people were surrounding us.
“I don’t just want to meet Ciro; I want to be with you. I’m in love with you, and I want to celebrate that. I don’t want to hide it or dance around things anymore.
You deserve more.
I won’t hurt you, I swear, I’ll make you miss me instead,” he whispered against my lips, and finally, I nodded, giving in to the chase and letting myself get caught.
Chapter 21
Aldric
Roseline’s friend deserved the world for willingly agreeing to watch Ciro for an extended period. I wasn’t about to let go of the woman I loved without burying myself deep within her, not after seeing her moon eyes at the café.
She looked stunning and spunky with those gorgeous, flushed cheeks and wide pupils, begging me to take her there on the table. I didn’t, I couldn’t, and I wasn’t going to let anyone else see how beautiful she was while screaming my name.
So I drove across town like a bat out of hell to my condo. I had no desire to spend a special moment in a car or a hotel. For a split second, I looked at her, the light from her phone illuminating her perfect grin as she typed, giggling.
I groaned to catch her attention. “You girls and your gossip.” “I’m supposed to tell her all the juicy details later,” Roseline chuckled. “Hey, it’s been years since I’ve had anyone in my life,” she looked over at me. “Let me brag.”I scoffed but smiled proudly, “And going forward, I will be the only man in your life.”
“Well, you have to compete with Ciro,” she corrected.
“I have absolutely no hope,” I threw my head back in laughter.
Roseline joined in. If she felt anything like me, she was flying high. Our hands found their way to each other across the middle armrests, and I did everything I could to not let go. I squeezed her fingers lightly, and my smile widened when she returned the gesture.
There was a simmering warmth between us, the lust and desire underneath it all still ran strong, but this was different from all our other times. It wasn’t all heat. There was more love and a desperate need to express that; I wanted to show her how I felt about her. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and sink into her while my lips left little room for breath.
I wanted everything, her body, mind, and heart. If she would give it to me, I’d make sure she never regretted it.
I pulled up to my building with that thought, singing loudly. Please don’t make Roseline regret this. We were done with regret. I turned to her, meeting her eyes as I brought her fingers to my mouth and slowly closed my lips around her wrist. I never took my gaze from hers as my tongue lightly flicked the inside of her wrist against the delicate skin protecting her pulse.
Her breath hitched, and the warmth from earlier spilled into a cyclone of fire, circling us until it snatched our oxygen away and made my pants tighten. I gently pushed the sleeve of her jacket up her arm, and my fingers lingered lovingly against her elbow. I pulled her to me, and while holding her captive, I kissed along the underside of her arm until her sleeve stopped me from going further.
Finally seeming to have had enough of my teasing, her mouth found mine, and I met hers with such ease it was like I was coming home. I took control of the kiss, guiding her head where I wanted it while my tongue rolled into her mouth and stroked her deeply. She was quivering beneath me, moaning as she met me move for move. Her fingers wound their way into my hair, tugging lightly, showing her my uncontrollable desire to be connected to me, to take me deeper, to take all I could give.
“Upstairs?” I muttered between gasps.
“Please, god, yes!” she cried as if she thought I’d never ask, and I laughed before stepping out and around to where her door waited to be opened.
I nearly picked her up when she took her time, despite her enthusiastic response to gather her bag, yet soon enough, she was outside the jeep, and I was grabbing her hand in mine to steal another short but deep kiss.
I walked so fast she was almost jogging to the lobby to keep up. Once I crossed the threshold, I slowed down to wind my arm around her waist and my other hand’s fingers through hers. She eagerly snuggled into the side of my body, fitting there more perfectly than I wanted to acknowledge.
What had I been doing my entire life? For a moment, I thought back on my late wife and wondered if she would have wanted this. But I knew her better than anyone, and she was a caring and incredibly giving person. I knew she wouldn’t have wanted me to dwell and spend the rest of my life alone. I’d done so much of that already and could imagine how much she would have berated me for just how much I wasted my life away not looking for this woman next to me. As we entered the elevator i put my keycard to go to my private level. I pulled her impossibly closer to me, and the doors slowly closed behind us.
Thank god no one else was going to enter. Once the doors sealed shut and it began to climb, I tugged her chin up to look at me to ease it open with gentle licks and soft nips. She fell apart for me easily enough, becoming pliable under my touch until we breathed heavily and exchanged only oxygen. I was becoming dizzy as her scent of orange blossoms surrounded me momentarily.
I was back in Greece with her in my arms, in the orchard, and backing her up against a tree. I groaned low at the thought of taking her to my childhood home, of fucking her slow and sweet while her cries filled the room, perhaps even trying to give Ciro a brother or sister. I ground harshly against the curve of Roseline’s hip, and I needed more. She responded by backing up against the elevator wall, and I followed her like I was a hungry dog, and she was holding a steak. I pecked at her mouth, jaw, cheek, and throat. She threw her head back and moaned, and I knew if the door opened now, we wouldn’t be able to get away from each other fast enough and calm down. We were too wrapped up in our world. Her taste flowed over my tongue, the flavor of chocolate and pastry chased by the familiar taste of roasted coffee beans.
My hands fell on either side of her head, and my thigh nestled between hers. It was amazing watching her grind down on it, so much so that I pulled back long enough to watch her through a burning stare as she tossed her head back and rode my thigh with wild abandon. Every time she moved upward, her soft flesh would brush against my straining erection, and I gasped. My hands came down to rest on her hips and hold her still, hoping not to get too excited too quickly.
Soon the elevator door slid open with a gentle ding, and I looked up hurriedly to see we’d arrived at my home. I reluctantly stepped away from Roseline, checked that the maid was gone because there was no hiding how turned-on we were, and then hurried with her down the hall to my bedroom door. As soon as we were inside, I backed her up against the wall, and my teeth snagged the skin of her neck, leaving a mark right where it could be seen. She was too far gone to complain, groaning and whining as she writhed in my grip.
I groaned as her hand brushed against my cock, and I grabbed her firmly by the wrist to push it above her head, pinning the other one with it, and she arched her back and sighed in approval. I took control of the situation even though I felt like I was about to burst any second. My muscles were so tense they were constantly shaking, and I was agitated, desperate to get her onto the bed and relieve the ache in me.
Yet, I didn’t want to rush this either. I wanted her to remember it for years to come, and I wanted it to rewrite not only every man before me but our first few times together. I wanted this time to be the only thing she ever thought of when she thought of needing me.
I dragged my tongue hungrily up the column of her throat before finally scooping her up in my arms and walking her across the room to the bed. She squealed in my grasp, and I smiled down at her, holding her tighter. “Don’t squirm around. I might drop you,” I murmured, stopping my steps long enough to kiss her cheek sweetly.
She laughed, “Are you saying I’m heavy?”
“Never,” I breathed, honesty radiating from every syllable as I tried even to imagine the thought.
Once I had her splayed out on my bed, I spent time undressing her. My fingers flirted with the edges and hems of every item of clothing she wore until she was finally bare in front of me. Her body naturally tried to protect herself from my searching eyes, and I leaned in to pull her hands away. Instead, covering her naked skin with light presses of my lips and flicks of my tongue. “Don’t hide,” I murmured. “You are perfection.”
I began to focus now as she begged me for more, her body finally succumbing to her lust. I started at her shoulders, spelling my love into them with my breath over the soft skin, and the kisses I blessed them with became sloppy and open. She lay beneath me, her body electric and wild, trying to find something to grab onto.
She finally chose to anchor herself by gripping the sheets with tight fingers. My attention moved down to the soft swell of Roseline’s breasts, and I sucked marks into the skin and rolled her nipples between my teeth. Her breathing became higher pitched and harsher as she began to twitch and my fingers dipped lower to her heat. Her flesh was already covered in silvery lines of slick, which made my touch glide with ease.
As I circled my fingers around her swollen clit, her hips followed the movement, and her mouth dropped open. Her sounds grew silent, and her body began to tense with vicious twitches. I knew her first orgasm was about to hit her hard and fast. Her thighs began to close around my hand, and I pressed one of her legs down and opened with my free hand, my mouth still occupied with leaving blossoming red petals across her skin.
Suddenly she shuddered violently beneath, in one large rolling wave across her body, and her jaw snapped shut only to clench down. Her muscles flexed as her back bowed, and I could hear her groan throatily through her teeth. I slowed my fingers, instead watching until her body relaxed against the mattress, and she seemed to come out of the orgasm. It was only then that I withdrew. I let her catch her breath and smiled at my delicate work all over her body while she tried to recover.
She was flushed and lightly bruised, sweaty, and looked so satisfied, even though we hadn’t finished yet. While she still found herself, I drew back from her to undress and let out a hiss of relief as my erection was freed from its constraints. Looking down at her, at the sheen of her beautiful body, I absently stroked my cock, and my eyes rolled.
A growl crawled up my throat, and when I opened my lids again, I saw Roseline watching me. She crawled forward on shaky limbs, and the bed dipped underneath her weight, drawing my attention to how naked she was. She stopped before me, her eyes flicking to my length, still wrapped tightly in my fist.
I waited; my breath caught somewhere in my chest, and then she leaned out to lick along the head of my dick. I exhaled quickly, my hand squeezing tighter along my length to tamp down on my growing enthusiasm. Her perfect, kiss-swollen lips circled me, swallowing me down until she brushed my knuckles.
I shuddered and sighed, “Fuck yeah, right there.” My hand raised to hold the back of her skull but not push, just eager to feel the bob of her head as my eyes struggled to stay open. I watched through slits as she worked as much of my cock as I allowed slipping halfway down and brushing her spit-slick lips along my fingers. I couldn’t give her free reign, or we would be taking a break far too soon. But the sweet slide of her mouth, the rub of her tongue, and the tiny squeeze of the beginning of her throat were hard to say no to.
Finally, as my body began to strain at the base of my spine and I could feel the white heat of my orgasm approaching, I gently pulled her off. Her lips were shiny with saliva as small strings of precum spread between the seam, and all I could think was how badly I needed to claim her.
“Don’t wanna cum there,” I mumbled, rubbing my thumb on her wet lips and spreading the slippery mixture further.
Roseline inhaled deeply, her eyes fluttering at the sensation of my touch before she leaned back, spreading her legs to welcome me, and she shone with even more arousal than before. I pushed her back on the bed, hovered over her, and for a moment, my mind struggled with the thought of protection, but now was not the time to push our relationship. I grabbed that familiar foiled packet, and once I was ready, I dragged my cock lazily through her swollen flesh. She arched as I slid upward for a fourth time, encouraging me to dip inside her, but I held back, waiting to hear her ask for it.
“Stop teasing,” she hissed, her fingernails sinking into my shoulders mercilessly. I grinned, “Sorry.” “No, you’re not,” she purred, nipping at my jawline. “You’re right. I love teasing you until you look like this,” I groaned as I finally began to push inside her. She whimpered as her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer impatiently.
Halfway inside, I waited for a moment, letting her feel me and adjust. On the other hand, I was in awe feeling her cling to me in multiple ways, and then her walls tremored to pull me further inside. I gave in with an exhale and shudder as I seated myself fully in her. Her hips tried to move already, and I pressed a hand against them to keep them still. “Hush, give me a moment,” I whispered, soothing her with roaming kisses across her face and neck.
She finally listened to me, pouting as my lips pried hers open, and I swallowed her desperate pleas. I was given a few seconds of reprieve to gather my restraint. I had been on edge for far too long and didn’t want this to end until it had to. When I moved, she gasped with eager and uncontrollable delight. Her nails dug long furrows along my back, and I groaned, my body arcing and stiffening above hers as the slight pain lit up my desire to thrust harder. My muscles rippled with each movement, and I felt her squeeze tightly along my length, begging for more, and I eagerly obliged.
