Shifter’s Baby (Alpha Fantasy Paranormal Billionaire Shifter BBW Romance) (73 page)

Nathan ran into the back of Victoria’s sheath. He paused a moment to let her get used to it.

She was exactly where she wanted to be; lying on her back with her arms relaxed on the bed and her legs completely open with her loving husband above her making sure she felt everything she wanted. She happily smiled at the ceiling.

Nathan withdrew and penetrated with the same cadence. He moved all the way inside and almost took himself out completely. He lifted his hips to force his cock to rub against the top of Victoria’s sheath which stressed the little patch of rough tissue just inside the entrance. Victoria gasped each time he did it.

In a few minutes, Victoria clenched the muscles in her chest and back and rolled her eyes into the back of her head. Her legs straightened and her feet curled back into themselves. Her hands flapped against Nathan’s legs without rhythm. She grunted again and again. When the grunting stopped, she gasped for air.

She slowly came back to earth and looked up at Nathan. She put her hand on his cheek and saw the look on his face. He’d have the same expression if someone twisted his little toe with a pair of pliers. She said, “Thank you, sweetheart. I’ve gotten all I wanted. You can fill me with your semen now.”

He moved faster and deeper and with more force for another thirty seconds. She felt his cock swell and become even harder and longer. He groaned.

She felt him pump several times inside her body. Her expression changed to surprise. She said, “That’s wonderful. I can feel you putting your semen inside me.”

He settled down on top of her, and she made him welcome with her arms and legs.

She whispered, “I bet that one got me pregnant. I hope so.”

He was almost asleep. “If not, I’ll do it again.”

THE END

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The Billionaire’s Charity Ball

A Billionaire Romance

By: Lisa Cartwright

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Chapter One

The sound of blaring sirens out on the street was woke me rather than my alarm going off at what I thought was the set time. Green LED lights blinded my bleary sight, telling me that I was twenty minutes late for work.

If I’d been this late six months ago, I would’ve sprang from the bed and immediately called my boss begging for forgiveness while I shoved on clothes and ran out the door. This morning though, what did it matter? I’d been promised a spot on the real estate team as an agent, but that promise had yet to come to fruition.

The amount of coffee I’d fetched, appointments I’d set, general shit I’d taken, and it was all for naught. Twenty minutes didn’t matter, an hour late wouldn’t either. I’d been early to the office since I’d been hired on. This morning was just a pleasant mistake.

So, I lay in bed a few more minutes, gathered strength for the oncoming day, before setting out onto the task of getting ready. It wasn’t long before my overweight tabby was nudging my face as if to say, “You’re late and I’m starving, get moving girl.”

I did as the cat silently asked. Filled his food bowl and gave him a nice rub. He purred in general approval before munching on his brown and tan fishy smelling cat food kernels.

There were certain things I was supposed to wear, despite there not being a “dress code.” I had to wear something dressy casual, no jeans, nothing-ill fitting, and nothing comfortable. I picked an outfit I’d worn two days past. Again, what did it matter. Mary Valen, the real estate agent that promised to “show me the ropes,” would complain about anything I wore anyway and give me pointers on how to do better next time.

When I left the house in the tight black skirt and flowy white top, an outfit that she most certainly disapproved of, it was like a big screw you. Being late, unapproved outfit all coupled with my letter of resignation. Today would be good.

When I got to the small building off of main street most of the office was already empty. Mary wasn’t one of the many that were out with clients though, she was in her back office on the phone. She had this flirty sounding tone to her voice, so I knew whatever she was talking about meant big bucks for her.

It solidified what I was there to do. She’d been paying me minimum wage to be her errand runner while she was raking it in. It would have been different if I’d known what the actual job entailed, I would’ve turned it down and down elsewhere or just started out on my own. Instead though, day after day I’d come in thinking this was the day I would finally get my own clients.

“Oh Mr. Harlow, Of course I’ll be able to get you an offer. I can get you whatever you want” I heard Mary seductively telling the caller.

It made me want to gag. I leaned against the wall outside her office and waited for her phone call to end. Shortly after, the click of her heels sounded against the fake hardwood floor as she rounded the corner. Mary was an attractive woman, I’ll give her that. She had golden blonde hair that fell past her shoulders and was sleek and neatly trimmed. Her skin was tanned to a nice soft brown. The make-up she wore always matched in just the right way with her outfit, which today was a soft pink sweater that stretched over her perky and obviously fake breasts coupled with a tight black skirt that was slit to just above her knees. Her pretty pink lips were clamped tight in frustration as she rounded the corner.

“Bri. So you are here today. I haven’t had my decaf latte so I’ve been out of sorts. Do you have it with you?”

She looked at my empty hands expectantly. Instead I had my printed out resignation form and thrust it towards her.

“Sorry Ms. Valen, but I’m going to have to turn in my notice. I didn’t have time to get your coffee today. I woke up late, and with all honesty, didn’t feel like driving to the other side of town for it.”

Instead of getting the horrified shocked expression that I was dying for, Mary’s face smoothed over into an emotionless slate as she opened the letter, her eyes scanning over the little black words.

“Bri, it’s a shame that you picked this day of all the days to give up. I was finally going to hand you over a lead I had.”

Lies. Lies. Lies. She was full of shit and I knew it. It took everything inside of me to bite my tongue, I wanted to catch her this time.

“Alright, give me the information. I’ll get right on it and then tear up this notice.”

Mary’s face was still emotionless. No quirk of the lips or eye movement gave me a heads up as to what she was thinking. I was finished though. If she really wanted me to stay, she needed to fork over something. The woman needed me. I don’t know how it was she had gotten by before, but I’d seen her attempt to work the copier and it hadn’t been a pretty sight.

“I have a man I’m supposed to be meeting in an hour. The chance is yours. I’ll let him know you’ll be coming instead of me.”

Finally. I couldn’t fight back the grin, it’s what I’d wanted all along and all it had taken was threatening to quit. Mary rolled her eyes and turned back to her office, heels clicking again sounding out into the silence of the office.

When she was out of sight, I couldn’t stop the happy dance that my excitement caused. I know despite Mary’s cool and calm demeanor, she was angry. Her shoulders had gone rigid and her as she walked away I had noticed her fists clenching.

Mary handed over a piece of paper where she’d scribbled down the man’s name and address along with his phone number but didn’t say a word more to me as I left the office. When I arrived at Mr. Harlow’s place, I was certain Mary didn’t have a clue what she had just given up.

His house was an elaborate mansion on the outside of town, inside the gated community I passed by extravagant home after extravagant home until at the back of the neighbor was the largest home of them all. Three stories at least with a long green front lawn, encircled by a black iron fence. The house was edged against the shore of our town lake and along the side of the home were four garage doors.

I had to stop and take a breath before ringing the doorbell.

Nervously, I smoothed any imperfections in my clothes and chastised myself for not putting on more makeup. I hadn’t ever in my wildest dreams expected this day to turn out the way it was. If anything I thought I’d be back at home around this time stuffing my face with ice cream and watching movies with my cat.

The door opened while I was lost in introspection. A dark haired gorgeous man was standing in front of me. His green eyes bored into mine. He had on a tight fitting grey shirt, expensive looking jeans, and a watch that probably cost more than my car. His arms were toned with slight muscled that expanded under the sleeves of his shirt. Taking all this in I was pretty well dumbfounded.

“Is your father home?” I finally blurted out. It was pretty much never that someone in their twenties could afford a place like this.

He gave me an odd look, “My father’s taken some sort of self-improvement trip down in South America. I don’t see how that pertains to selling my home though? You are the real estate agent, aren’t you?”

His home. I didn’t know if Daddy’s money had bought him this home or maybe he was just handling the estate. Either way, it was still a big deal and I should probably watch my mouth.

“Yes, I’m sorry. Bri Anderson,” I spouted off quickly and gave him my hand to shake, “You’ve got quite a place here. Any particular reason you want to sell?”

“Come inside please,” he opened the door wider and slung his hand around to gesture for me to come inside, “I’m just not here enough to hang on to it. Despite its sentimental value, I believe someone else could appreciate it more.”

It was just as beautiful on the interior. Wide open floor plan, grand staircase, there was even an elevator in the damn thing. I followed behind Mr. Harlow as he swept his hand around pointing out the expensive customized kitchen, the intricate fireplace in the sitting room, and the rock pool in the back with its own waterfall.

Despite the beauty of his house, I found myself watching him instead. You could tell when he pointed out something that prided him because the soft curve in his lip would rise slightly displaying the hint of a smile. His eyes came alive when he explained that he’d laid the tile in the bathroom himself, even though it was an intricate design.

We came to a stop when he finally showed me the garage. Inside were some vintage cars, gleaming as he lifted up covers to show me what it was he had hidden. He expected me to be impressed, but I knew nothing of cars. So I merely smiled and nodded.

“That’s about it though. So what do you think?”

“Mr. Harlow, I think…”

“Bret. Call me Bret.”

“Bret, I think you have a wonderful piece of property but because of its price tag your possible clients are numbered. Don’t fear though, I’m sure someone will want it.”

“Have you sold many homes such as this before?”

None. Of course my inexperience had come up.

“Plenty. Don’t you worry Bret. You’re in good hands.”

I’d heard Mary tell a thousand small lies and more. To clients, and potential buyers. I felt like this was akin to padding your resume.

Chapter Two

I left Bret’s place to go fetch my camera. Cell phone pictures wouldn’t do it justice. Plus, I wanted to gloat back at the office before returning. Bret had made it pretty clear that he trusted me, so there was no going back for Mary.

When I got inside the office building, a few other agents had returned and were pecking away on their computers or on the phone. Dan was the only one that waved. He had a receding hairline and had recently been divorced, he’d been hinting at asking me out a few times but luckily I’d been able to divert him.

Mary’s voice echoed down the hallway in the back. A shrill tone that sounded as if she was getting her fingernails ripped out one by one.

“Scott, she forced my hand! That little witch practically took this sale from me and you aren’t going to do anything. You’re not even going to try and put her in her place?”

“Look, Mary. If you needed an assistant then you should have gotten an assistant, not lured someone in here under the pretense that they would eventually be selling homes alongside you. We here in the office have kept quiet about it because her pay comes out of your pocket, but I’m officially going to give her the position. If you can’t handle the work on your own then so be it. Find someone else or learn the tools of the trade on your own.”

Scott was the big boss, an older man now, but he’d been in the business for more years than I’d been alive. He hired and fired people, the other agents paid him a small fee for each sale and he kept the business up and running and he paid on just that. He wasn’t out in the field anymore, but he still knew his way around.

Instead of feeling overjoyed, I felt pity. I knew Mary wouldn’t be able to hack it without an assistant. She just couldn’t handle technology like she should. And nowadays, that’s how things got sold.

I didn’t wait for Scott or Mary to find me. I could accept the new job offer later. It wasn’t the time for gloating. As I left the office and walked back to my car, Dan looking dismayed as I left, a buzz in my pocket stopped me.

Would you like to meet me for lunch? We can finish up after.

Bret. It was nearing afternoon and I was starving. I replied that I’d be happy to and suggested the Italian place that was closer to his side of town.

When I showed up expecting to go inside and wait on him, he was already out front and looking at his watch.

“Hey, that was fast.”

“Bri, Look, I need a favor from you and I would’ve explained but I figured it would be easier in person. I’ve got called out to join an associate of mine to discuss a fundraiser that’s happening tonight. I really don’t want to go, and I this happens every time I’m in town. Go with me and help me get out of this. Please?”

He needed some sort of alibi. Which I didn’t have a problem with but I still think it was crossing the client line and heading towards something else.

“How am I going to be able to help with that?”

Bret looked around, searching for inspiration I suppose. Nothing in the parking lot other than cars and people. Man, was he good looking though. With the sun glinting in his eyes and that serious look on his face. Forget everything about him only being a customer, I’d do what he wanted.

He must have spotted the same people that I had, a couple holding hands as they walked towards the entrance of the restaurant.

“Pretend to be my girlfriend. When Collins starts talking about me attending, act like I promised to take you somewhere. Make it a big deal.”

“Like where?’

“Anywhere. Uh, we’ve got a couple’s massage or some such shit. Ya know, one of those annoying woman things.”

“If you say so. For the record though, I probably wouldn’t book  couple’s massage. And that was kind of sexist.”

He blinked at me in surprise and then laughed. “Sorry, it’s just the sort of thing my ex would ask for at any given time. I didn’t mean to offend.”

Ex was a lovely word. I’m glad I wasn’t encroaching on anyone’s territory. The sound of his laugh sent flutters rippling through my body. Like a fizzy drink dribbling down my throat, the feeling was intoxicating. I hope I could make him laugh some more.

“Where are we meeting this guy at anyway? I’m not even dressed very nice. What about the pictures I’m supposed take?”

Bret looked me over after I mentioned my clothing. “You’re dressed fine. Just come on. We’ve gotta be there soon.”

I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be playing the part already but he stretched out his hand toward me, I took it and together we walked back to his car. His warm touch, although only my hand, caused me to blush. I could feel the warmth creeping along my face.

His associate had picked a higher priced place to eat, a Japanese place that was a short drive away. It was the only thing close to fine dining that we had in town really so I wasn’t surprised that the wealthy elite ate here like it was take out.

I was nervous as we went inside. Of course I’d been here a time or two, only on special occasions, but still I was pretending to be arm candy for a very rich, very hot guy. The day had taken a strange course.

The hostess directed us towards the back. A booth held two older men, one gray haired wearing a white button up shirt and the other with a dark tan, shaved head, and a gray button up shirt. They were conversing back and forth but when the tanned guy saw Bret he stood and opened his arms wide leaving his counterpart sitting down.

“Mr. Harlow! I’m glad you could join us!”

I still had my arm intertwined with Bret’s when he reached out his free hand to shake hands. The tanned guy then turned to me.

“And who is this beauty you’ve brought with you?”

I wanted to jokingly look around, but I had to keep up premises and act like a smiling unknowing arm piece. So I did just that, allowing Bret to speak for me.

“This is Bri, my girlfriend. We were just headed out to lunch before our date. Isn’t that right, dear?’

I nodded and smiled, trying to immolate a stepford wife persona. “Couple’s massages.”

“Bri, this is Roger Collins. The founder of The Animal Wellness group,” he then nodded to the gray haired man that sat at the table, “This is Allen Richards, who works as the treasurer for the county and also has a big role in commerce meetings. I’m sorry I don’t know what position you hold anymore Allen.”

“VP now. I just help with odds and ends you know.”

The men laughed, but I wasn’t sure why.

We all sat down and ordered. The men took off with their conversation immediately, leaving me to look around absentmindedly. I didn’t care about their small town politics or what have you. I wasn’t even sure completely why I was here. Despite being very attracted to Bret, and really wanting to sell his house as my first piece of commission, I didn’t understand why he didn’t just tell these men no rather than can up with an outright lie as me as an alibi. It’d made sense when he’d earnestly been staring into my eyes, now, not so much.

“So, with all that behind us, do you think you could make the event tonight? Lots of opportunity for tax write offs plus you’re helping a great cause.”

This was my cue. We hadn’t really discussed what else it was I was supposed to say. He’d already told them some bullshit about the massages and obviously it didn’t matter.

“Honey, you promised to take me to the theater over in Milford tonight? Remember? The tickets aren’t refundable and besides I really wanted to go. You promised?”

I even tugged at his arm a bit and pouted like a child. Shit, I knew I should’ve moved to LA and chased the dreams of being on screen.

“Baby, this is a charity event though. For animals.”

I thought he wanted me to get him out of this! Instead he was putting me on the spot. If anything, yes, I thought he should go to a charity to help shelters and strays and all that. If anything I didn’t understand why he didn’t. Maybe he was a jerk. A really good looking jerk.

I crossed my arms over my chest. “Fine. Let’s go to your charity event.”

He gave me an odd look. He should’ve just gone with what I originally asked instead of pushing it. Whatever, Mr. Moneybags could go to the charity.

“You know Bri, that friend of yours called me. Mary? Yes I’m sure that’s her name. You know the real estate agent?”

The two older men were watching us converse in confusion. Instead of sputtering out what I wanted to our food arrived and broke the moment. Everything was steaming and smelled delicious and my stomach grumbled at the sight of it. But Bret was still watching me, waiting for me to say something.

“Excuse me gentlemen, I need to speak to Bret alone.”

I stood and grabbed at his arm, leading him away from the table. When we were out of earshot and around the corner of the restaurant, I finally let loose.

“What’s the deal Mr. Harlow? I gave you an opening to decline them. Why didn’t you take that and run with it?”

He shrugged. “I changed my mind. Maybe I should go to event. Although it does nothing but line their pockets with more money.”

“What do you mean?”

“A lot of the donated proceeds go towards Mr. Collins salary. Of course he makes money elsewhere, he has a rather expansive construction company that puts up overpriced modular homes. But he does make a pretty penny from the animal charity. Either way, maybe I should go anyway. Make a last appearance and say my goodbyes to the elite. Would you like to go with me?”

Bret had put me on the spot. Not only had he waved Mary Valen in my face, although I don’t know if they’d spoken other that morning, but if I denied him in front of his associates I would be the bad guy or something. It had all become flipped around and I felt as if he was playing games with me.

My couch and movie night with my cat sounded much better than this.

“If I say no, then what?”

I expected him to retort with some threat of using Mary Valen as his real estate agent instead of me, but he didn’t. Instead, he moved his face close to mine and pushed his hard pressed lips against mine.

Lost in the moment, the sounds of people dining died away and I was left with a rapid heartbeat pounding in my ears. I couldn’t pull away. Instead I moved closer and Bret wrapped his arms around me.

When our passionate kiss finally ended, I was thoroughly confused, but happy.

“If I say no again, can that happen again?” I asked with a cocky grin spread across my face. I felt better than I had in months. Like something special as he looked at me and chuckled at my joke.

“No, you can have more of that but only if come with me tonight. Hey, we can even get those massages if you want.”

What a strange turn of events.