All Chapters of The Billionaire's Secret Baby : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I obeyed immediately, letting my knees fall open. Ryan wasted no time, moving down my body until his head was between my legs. Grabbing hold of my thighs and gripping them so they stayed wide open, he grinned up at me before dropping his head and dragging his tongue along my folds.“Oh, my God!” I cried out before remembering Henry was upstairs sleeping. I slapped a hand over my mouth to try and muffle the sounds I was making, paranoid he’d be able to hear us even though his bedroom window was closed. Ryan didn’t let up, licking and kissing me like a starving man presented a feast. I gripped his hair again with my free hand, not about to let him get away if he tried.“Yes,” I hissed against my hand. “Yes, yes, just like that! Don’t stop, Ryan. Please don’t stop!”He didn’t and began kissing and licking me with more fervor. That ache in my belly turned into a knot that started to tighten. My orgasm was building, and quickly, and I grew desperate for release.Ryan suddenly slipped a fing

Book 2 introduces new plot and characters while still maintaining the Billionaire's secret Baby series A one-night stand with a billionaire left me an unexpected gift—a baby he didn’t know he had.Six years later, he storms back into my life. As my boss and fake husband.Alex is a walking distress signal.He is domineering and always in a grumpy mood.An irritatingly hot AF billionaire married to his restaurants.Reuniting with him has thrown me into a whirlwind of trouble.Worst of all…Pretending to be his wife to save his empire.The longer I stay in his arms, the more I don’t want to let go.But every second with him could risk destroying everything I’ve been protecting.

“What does that even mean?” I replied.“I’ll show you,” he said, as the rare hint of a smile crossed his face. He stepped close to me, and put his firm hands on my shoulders. His leg moved forward, and gently adjusted my legs so they were wider apart.And then I turned towards him, my heart rate soaring, my breathing quick. He was close enough to me now that he was looking down into my eyes.“I’m not imagining it, am I?” I said.“No,” he breathed. “You’re not.”Slowly, Alex reached his hands around my neck, and before I knew what I was doing, I’d reached up to him. If we’d been standing, I would have had to reach up on my tiptoes to kiss him, but here, I fell into him. He wrapped my body in his, and our lips met. Slowly I kissed him, his sweet breath and the soft scent of liquor on my tongue. Alex pulled away, and I looked into his eyes.“Are you sure?” he said, his voice low. I could feel his restraint—how he wanted to pounce on me. And I wanted it too. Somehow, the care Alex showed

AlexSix years later…“I’m sorry?” I said.In front of me, on the chair in my living room, the journalist seemed to falter for a moment.“I said,” she asked again, “Is there anyone in your life at the moment?”I frowned and uncrossed my leg. “I don’t think your readers would be very interested in that sort of thing, would they?” I said.The journalist from the Times laughed, as if I was being ridiculous. “Mr. Lowe,” she said. “You’ve amassed a fortune worth over ten billion dollars. You’re in a percentage of the population that can only be expressed in ten decimal places. And more to the point, you’re one of New York’s most well-loved philanthropists, with charitable contributions ranging from art galleries and exhibitions to children’s food programs and international aid. You’re telling me people won't be interested in your love life?”I sighed, and leaned back in my chair. She was right, I guess. But so far all the questions had been about my lifestyle, my tastes. And now my love li

LolaI left,walking quickly away from them. I was in shock, and my legs were shaking as I stumbled down the stairs. Seeing his face after all these years had sent my head reeling. Alex Lowe had gained a couple of steel-gray hairs at his temples, but aside from that, he didn’t look different at all. The same handsome face, the same ripped, muscular body. The same cruel, piercing glare.The bastard who’d left me without anything and anyone, a single mother alone in New York.I stumbled through the dining room, onto the street. It was raining lightly, and the pavements were slicked as I jogged away.I had to get to the subway, into a cab—anything. Macy was at home and I was going to pick her up from Sara’s apartment, hold her, cuddle her, and get as far away from the monster pursuing me as I could.“Wait!” cried a dark voice, after me. Frantically, I broke into a jog and rounded the corner, nearly bumping into a couple wandering past with some designer bags. The money on these streets ne