All Chapters of Secret Baby For The Cold-Hearted Billonaire: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I stared at Blair, who was running her hands through her hair in frustration. "It's not about that, Elliot," she said. "What you bought me is too expensive. I saw the price tags, and it's way too much."I scoffed. "I completely disagree. As your boss, it's my responsibility to make sure you have everything to do your job well. That includes professional attire. I wanted you to have all the clothes you tried on today...""And then you decided to buy even more stuff I didn't even see," she interrupted. "There were definitely clothes in there I've never seen before."“And then what?” I took the stubborn pad of her chin between my fingers. “Did you like everything there?” I asked, gently cupping her chin more. She filled her cheeks with air, then slowly released it, with her eyes narrowed on me. “You know that I did, Hana had impeccable taste.” “Yeah, she does, which is why she also shops for me as well.” “But it's too much,” she gently whispered this time. “No, it's not.” I gave her

BLAIR POVWhat the hell was wrong with me? I had hit the rock so hard. Making out with my boss without regard to the fact I was only wearing a nursing tank. No bra, and no pads was a very foolish move. “I'm wet.” I almost said in a whisper.Another rumble came from his chest. “That's a good thing. I don't understand why you look like you're a second away from passing out.”I closed my eyes, wishing I could have honestly just passed out. “Not wet there. Well, I was wet there too, but__God, Ronnell. I'm so fucking embarrassed right now. Could you just not look at me so I can run out of here with at least some shred of dignity left.”Still holding me, he leaned back, and I refused to look away like I had begged. I already knew what he was seeing: Damp fabric clinging to my traitorous nipples. “Is that breast milk?”“Yes,” I cringed. All of this was natural and beautiful when it came to feeding my child, but having a grown man like Ronnell witness this catastrophe had me feeling undesirab

BLAIR POVI watched as Ronnell climbed over me, staring at my wet and clingy top. At this point, sweet butterflies had traveled all the way to my belly button. I was a mess, and I honestly didn't care, and he either didn't seem to care.With a soft groan that seemed wild, untamed, and sexy escaped his lips, he drove down to my chest and sucked the cotton into his mouth. Another moan escaped my own lips, then he tugged my tank down enough for him to lap at my damp flesh. If I had been more aware of anything other than how good he was making me feel, I might have paused to worry that he would end up running in disgust and irritation, but there was no room for that in my pleasure-drenched mind. Ronnell buried his face between my breasts, his tongue dragging over my milky skin. His breathing was heavy, panting heavily over me. His erection prodded my inner thigh through his sweatpants, but he made no move to find relief in me. And that was good. I wasn't ready, and he had turned me on,

BLAIR POV"I'm sorry, but what are you doing?" I gasped, still catching my breath from the kiss we had just shared.He frowned, looking down at me. "You weren't at your desk. I wanted to have lunch with you. Is that a problem?""I already had lunch with Samuel and Rosa. We had breakfast this morning, remember?" I replied. But instead of listening, he brushed my hair aside and kissed the side of my neck."I wanted more than breakfast with you," he murmured, his eyes intense. "I was alone at my desk.""You should've left the office. Gone to a restaurant," I suggested, my toes curling in my shoes from his touch. "We can't do this here, Ronnell."I bit my lower lip, aware that I was perhaps overstepping. This was his company after all, and he had every right to dictate what happened within its walls. I should have voiced my reservations about what we were doing, but the words were stuck in my throat. If I'd said anything, he might have agreed, and the thought of that was unbearable.“Hey,

RONNELL POVPushing my elbow, I yanked my T-shirt off. Her palms were drawn to my chest like a magnet, sliding along my width and then down to my abdomen. 'God, she's killing me.' Her tongue darted out, wetting her upper lip, and I was dangerously close to losing control. The scent of her perfume mixed with the heat of the room, creating a heady intoxication. I wanted to devour her.I fingered the thin straps of her top. “Can I take this off, too?”She was slower to nod, reluctance tinting her cheeks. “Okay.” My brows drew together as I frowned. “We do not have to do this if you don't want to,” She reached up, smoothing the line between my collarbone. “I want to do crazy things with you but I'm just nervous. But I trust you, Ronnell.” “You should.” I gathered the material of her gown, pulling it up carefully, giving her time to change her mind. When she didn't, I slipped it over her head and tossed it to the side. “I promise to take care of you, princess. You need to trust, daddy.”