ROMANCE: SPORTS ROMANCE: Scored by the Billionaire (Alpha Billionaire Secret Baby Football Romance) (Alpha Male Sports Romantic Comedy) (3 page)

Too bad he made so many other women feel that way too. It would be fantastic if there was a way for him to settle down.

She made up her mind; she would spend this day with him, and that would be that. Tomorrow morning she would go back to New York and focus on her career with the League, focus on being a mom for Ashley.

They went back to Liona's hotel so that she could get ready for dinner. Carlson had reservations at one of the city's best restaurants. "I made the reservations ahead of time," he said. "I honestly thought that we would be celebrating you joining the team. But I guess I miscalculated, huh?"

"Well, we shouldn’t let the reservations go to waste," she said.

They entered the lobby of the hotel. "Should I wait for you down here?" he asked. "I mean, you probably don't want me right there while you're getting ready."

A tingle went through her as an impetuous thought crossed her mind. "Actually," she said. "Come on up."

They got into the elevator alone. Liona turned to him, stepped closer, and pressed her lips to his. He closed his eyes and kissed her. Carlson put his hand on her waist and held her, and they kissed all the way up to the ninth floor.

The elevator doors opened, and Liona stepped back then led him down the hallway to her room. "Okay," she said, as she swiped the security card and let him into the room. "I'll make this really clear and simple. I'm not staying here. I'm not going to work for you. I'm not going to date you after dinner tonight. This is just something I want to do."

He stepped into the room and let the door close behind him. "And what is it that you want to do?"

Liona pulled off the jacket of her suit and tossed it on the dresser. "This," she said, and she kissed him again, placing her hands on his shoulders. "I just really want to kiss you."

Carlson held her by the waist and pressed his lips to hers. "You're so beautiful," he said softly. "I didn't want to say anything, but if you're not taking the job anyway, I guess I can tell you: I missed you so much. I'm so, so glad you came out here, even if it's just for today."

"Me too."

He held her and placed kisses along the side of her neck, and she found her hands straying all over him. Tugging his suit jacket open and yanking it off his shoulders, she dropped them on the floor. She fumbled with his tie, yanking it down and pulling it off, and then began searching for the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one.

"Wow," he said. "You're in a rush, aren't you?"

"I'm not sure what you mean," Liona said with a smile, releasing him so that she could pull the curtains closed. She pulled the pins out of the tightly wound bun on the back of her head, letting her waves of black hair spill down over her shoulders. She kneeled down and undid the clasps on her shoes and kicked them off. "Oh, man, that's better."

He grinned. "They look good, but…"

"Yeah, but they hurt like hell after a few hours. Oh look, a bed," she said, and she crawled up onto the big queen-size and rolled over into the middle.

"Is it soft?" Carlson asked, strolling very casually over to the bed.

"So soft." She stretched her arms over her head and arched her back, giving her whole body a long stretch.

"Mmm, that does look comfortable," he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He leaned over and kissed Liona on the mouth. She raised her hand and put it on his cheek, holding him in place while her lips worked with his, her tongue touching his lip.

"Lie down with me," she said, patting the bed next to her. Carlson slipped off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, snuggling tightly against her and pressing his lips to hers. She wanted him so badly. She'd thought of him so much during the last year, wondering what it would be like if he was at her side every step of the way, and sighing as she watched in the gossip media as he went from one temporary girlfriend to another. Their one night together had been magical, and she had fantasized about a return engagement, and now here he was, his lips on hers, his hands on her waist.

Liona slid her hand inside his half-unbuttoned shirt and rubbing her hands over his chest, feeling his pectoral muscle. He amazed her in many ways, and one of which was his ability to keep his schedule jam-packed with business meetings, dates with super-models, while still managing to work out in the gym every day. He was in terrific shape, and she enjoyed the feel of his body under her hand. She trailed her fingers across his skin to find his nipple, which she caressed with her finger tips, teasing it until they stood proud and tall. His tongue was sliding against hers, and his hand was wrapped tightly around her waist. She wanted him.

They spent a long time kissing, and slowly feeling their way around over the top of their clothes. Liona remembered this about Carlson from last time: as much as he had a reputation as a fast mover, and as a bold, aggressive businessman, he was a very patient lover, taking endless pleasure in each step, and never trying to rush ahead. When he eventually moved his hand near her breast, he looked her in the eye and to make sure that she was okay with it; her smile was enough to tell him it was.

They were tangled together when she rolled him onto his back and straddled his hips. He smiled up at her as she unbuttoned her white blouse and pulled it off, tossing it aside. Her breasts, which were still swollen with breastmilk, strained against her bra.

"You look so amazingly beautiful," he said. She smiled and reached behind her back, unhooking the bra and freeing her constrained breasts.

"I bet you say that to all the forensic accountants," she said, leaning down to kiss him, her firm breasts pressing against his chest.

"Sure I do," he laughed, rolling her over so that he was on top. He kissed down the side of her neck, pausing at her collarbone, running his lips back and forth across the smooth, sensitive skin. "So beautiful," he said in a voice barely loud enough to hear. He kissed the top of her breast and put his hands on her, stroking her skin with his smooth hands and feeling her.

"Your breasts are different," he said, kissing around the areola of her right breast. "Did you…do something?"

Of course they're different, she thought to herself. I've spent the last six months breast-feeding your child with them. They're still full of milk, even though I'm trying to ween a baby. But you don't know that because after having sex with me, you never once followed up to see how I was doing.

"Silly man," she said. "A gentleman never asks a question like that."

He gave her nipple a succulent kiss. "I beg your forgiveness, my lady."

She worried for a moment that if he sucked her nipples too much she would begin lactating, but he quickly moved on, kissing his way back up to her neck, and then kissing her again on the lips.

"Take your shirt off," she told him, and while he finished unbuttoning his shirt, she unclasped her skirt and wriggled it down off her hips. He looked over her body, at the pair of black satin panties that covered her bottom, down to the sheer black stay-up stockings on her legs. She had always been a fit person, and proud of her body. Her post-pregnancy figure was something she struggled with, and she had been conscientious about exercising and eating well, despite her need to consume a lot of calories and fat to pass on to Ashley through her milk. She was happy with how she looked again, and the look of desire on Carlson's face told her that he approved as well.

He placed his hand on her hip and kissed her, then slowly began stroking her up and down her side, from her waist down to her thighs and back up. Liona eased herself down onto her back, pulling him down as well. He climbed on top of her and she wrapped her thighs around him, clutching his body to hers. She needed him now. She needed him so much.

Carlson kissed his way down her body, not stopping at her breasts this time, but caressing and kissing until he reached the waistband of her black panties. "May I?" he asked, hooking his thumbs under the elastic.

"Please do."

He pulled them down, exposing her body. He kissed the smooth skin of her lower belly, and she eased her legs apart. He pressed his cheek against the warm skin of her inner thigh, reveling in the softness as he moved towards her pubic area. Liona bit her lip to keep from giggling at the ticklish sensation of the five o'clock shadow on his cheek as it moved on her skin, but she sighed as he reached her vagina, where he delicately began kissing the sensitive skin of her groin and nibbling at her outer lips.

Liona leaned back and gave a satisfied sigh as he positioned himself between her thighs and began to make love to her with his tongue, licking and kissing his way up to the top. He placed his mouth over the hood of her clitoris and gently sucked, drawing her in between his lips, and making her moan and grasp at the bed covers.

"Oh god," she gasped. "Yes. There."

Carlson reached up and used to fingertips to draw back the hood, revealing her pink clit, and put his tongue on it, slowly licking, making her tremble. "Oh, baby," she moaned, "Oh, yes."

He continued, alternating between licking and sucking her until she was nearly ready to come, and when she couldn't stand it any longer she gasped, "I need you. I need you in me. Now!"

There was no hesitation on his part. He slid his pants off and moved up to kiss her on the mouth, as his hard cock slid in against her very wet pussy. Carlson adjusted his angle and then found her entrance, gently, rhythmically pushing until he began to penetrate.

"Oh, there, yes, yes," Liona moaned as he entered her, sliding in and out to move deeper and deeper inside her. She had her legs up in the air, her thighs spread wide, totally open for him. He was big, and it had been a long time since she'd been penetrated. The last man to make love to her, after all, had been Carlson. And although she may have been stretched during Ashley's delivery, her body had recovered well, and her wet vagina gripped him tightly as he made love to her, powering his cock in and out of her.

Carlson pressed his lips to her cheek, her neck, his breath hot against her skin. He was holding her tight and rocking his hips, while Liona arched her back and rolled her head back, her eyes shut tight, her arms stretched over her head. The fireworks were starting inside of her. The orgasm was building, and oh god, was it big…

She screamed, crying out as she came, the orgasm bursting through her like a wave of sparkling energy. Carlson grunted and pushed into her, his rhythm breaking as he came, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Moments later they lay still, entangled in each other's arms. As the fog of the huge orgasm gradually dissipated from her mind, she realized he had come inside her, and she began counting the days since her last period. Was this her safe time?

He looked up at her. "I came inside," he said.

"I know."

"You said it was okay last time. I should have asked if it was okay this time."

"It's okay. I would have said something."

"Are you okay? You look concerned."

She shook her head. "I'm fine. I'm just, whoa. That was big." She got off the bed and went to the bathroom, climbing into the bathtub and cleaning herself up in the shower. He followed her in. "Hi. Can I join you to wash up?"

"Sure." He climbed into the tub, and they took their time washing each other. Then, smiling, they emerged from the bathroom and dressed, leaving for the restaurant so as not to miss their reservation.

They returned to Liona's room again that night and made love for a second time, and when it began to get late, she asked him to leave, telling him she had an early flight.

"I wish you would stay here," he said. "Even if you don't want to work for me, I wish I could be around you. You're really special."

She kissed him on the cheek. "Drop by the League office and see me some time," she said, and wished him goodnight.

The next morning Liona returned to New York. She took a long cab ride from the airport to her apartment, and found her mom and daughter both waiting for her there. There was a joyous reunion, and then, as she settled Ashley with a bottle, she explained to her mom why she didn't take the job.

"I can't, mom. It's too complicated." She sighed. "I love him. You can't love your boss. Especially in a high pressure business like professional football. You can't have any kind of feelings except loyalty, and the desire to win."

"I can't believe you didn't tell him about Ashley," her mom said, opening a bottle of wine in the kitchen. "You'll have one with me, right?"

"Sure," Liona said. "God bless formula; I can finally have a drink again. And I didn't think it was right to tell him about Ashley like that. Wait a year, and then spring it on him that I had his baby, while he's interviewing me for a job? That's not the way to do things."

"Well, when are you going to tell him?" her mom said, bringing two glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon back to the living room. "He has a right to know. He is her father."

"I know," she said. "I feel bad. It's just such a mess. If it gets out that I slept with someone I was investigating, it would destroy my credibility in my field."

"Honey," her mom said. "He's a billionaire, with a B. Billionaire. If that's his baby, you don't need to worry about working."

Liona laughed. "It's not about money, Mom. I love my job." She looked down at Ashley, who was sleepily nibbling at the rubber nipple in her mouth. "I love you too, you little squirt," she said. She looked out of the window. Clouds were gathering in the west. "And I love him, too."