Carrying the Billionaire's Baby, Book 3: The Billionaire's Heir

April O’Connor is pregnant with the billionaire’s heir. She signed a contract agreeing to be his surrogate, but her passionate nights with the enigmatic Alexander Atherstone have made it hard for her to keep things strictly business. The billionaire has revealed to her a side of him that she finds hard to resist, and as her due date draws closer she starts to wonder if she’ll really be able to leave this child — and this man — behind. But could an ordinary girl like April ever really find romance with such a powerful man? Find out when this story of the billionaire and his surrogate comes to an erotic and romantic end.

WARNING: This 12,700 word story is a work of erotic romance with scenes of vividly-described sex between a regular girl and a powerful alpha male billionaire, impregnated sex, oral sex and a powerfully erotic conclusion.

EXCERPT


“Are you okay with trying this?” Mr. Atherstone asked as we entered the bedroom I had come to think of as my own.


“I am… but, I mean, we don’t have to,” I said, my face growing flush. I gestured at my swollen body. “I know I’m not exactly the most attractive thing in the world right now. I’ll understand if you don’t…”


He shot me a glance, then let the hint of a smile come to his lips.


He didn’t say anything else. He didn’t need to.


I fell into his arms and he held me tight. It felt so good to be close to him again.


“Take me,” I whispered against his ear, as his hands caressed my back.


“I’ll be gentle,” he promised.


“I trust you.”


I didn’t look very sexy in my maternity wear, but he didn’t seem to care. His firm hands pressed against my shoulders, and lightly directed me to turn around, so my back pressed against him. I could feel the warmth of his breath against my neck, and then he kissed me there, lightly — and then again.


I felt a warm feeling wash through me. It was a feeling I hadn’t felt in a long time. I wanted more.


As if on cue, his hands ran down my sides and trailed gently over my swollen stomach before finding the buttons of my blouse. I held my breath as he worked his way down, still peppering the back of my neck with the soft touch of his lips. He pulled the blouse down from my shoulders and tossed it aside. I shivered in the cold room with my body exposed to the air, and pushed myself back against his warmth.


With our bodies pressed together, I could feel the stirrings of his manhood. I could feel his passion coming to life.


Still with my back pressed against him, he ran his hands up and over the cups of my bra. My breasts were enormous, having grown far beyond their normal size over the course of the pregnancy. Alexander gave them lots of attention, cupping them with his hands through the material of my bra and sending little jolts of pleasure through me.


“I missed you,” I said, as a moan escaped my lips. My own hands rested against my pregnant stomach, which only made me more cognizant of the wonderful thing the two of us had made together the last time we were so close.


His stopped, and a moment of heavy silence hung in the room. I regretted my words immediately. I had taken things too far, hadn’t I? This is a business relationship, April, I reminded myself. All business.


But I didn’t have time to mentally punish myself for long. Instead, Alexander turned me around to face him, and wordlessly brought his lips to mine. His kiss was passionate and deep, with his arms pulling me close against him, enveloping me in his warmth. I melted into him, my pregnant belly between us. And I felt like I was home.