The Playboy's Baby: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance (4 page)

Janie sucked in a breath as Raymond’s hand touched the tender flesh of her inner thigh. The heat from his hand burnt a trail of desire along every nerve and skin cell he touched. When he slipped a finger inside her panties, she nearly fainted on the spot.

“Oh, Janie…” he moaned as he lifted his mouth to hers once more.

Their second kiss was more intense than their first, their aching bodies grinding against each other in a frenzied dance. After a long minute, they both pulled away and took a moment to breathe. Raymond panted as he rubbed a hand over his smooth jaw. Janie pulled at the loose pieces of hair the wind had torn from her barrettes. They stared at one another, their eyes echoing the longing and desire they both felt stirring in the air between them.

Raymond moved away from the railing and stepped behind Janie. He pushed Janie forward until she was leaning against the railing, her back arched so her butt protruded into the night sky. Raymond’s hands skimmed over the tight fabric covering her rear end. He laughed a throaty, lustful laugh when his fingers stumbled across the outline of Janie’s thong. Janie bent further forward, her chest practically sticking over the yacht’s railing as Raymond’s fingers skimmed into the triangle void of her dress. He stretched the triangle to expose more of her hips and ass, his hands squeezing into the dress to feel as much skin as he could. Raymond untucked his shirt from his dress pants and toyed with his top buttons. Janie shivered involuntarily as the wind whipped off the water and straight into the thin fabric of her party dress.

“Let’s go below deck where it’s warmer,” Raymond suggested.

He took Janie’s hand, wrapping his fingers possessively around hers like they were high school sweethearts at a homecoming game. The gesture was sweet and natural. Janie half expected him to give her his class ring.

Raymond guided Janie down the stairs below deck. Crew members cleared away coffee cups and saucers from the party, but Raymond veered away from the dining area and headed further down the hall toward a closed door. Janie licked her lips as his ass wiggled in front of her down the hall. When he opened the door, her eyes drifted to the king sized bed in the center of his private chambers.

Raymond sat on the edge of the bed and tapped a spot next to him. While he removed his socks and shoes, Janie plopped on the bed. Her head spun as Raymond removed his belt, his loose pants flashing a tantalizing hint of hip and groin.

“Raymond, there’s something I need to tell you before we have to deal with the consequences—”

“Screw the consequences,” Raymond said as he bent down to unclasp Janie’s stilettos. “I say if it feels good, keep doing it. Does this feel good?” He slid his hand up Janie’s calf muscle. Janie nodded and relaxed on the bed. Dropping to the ground, Raymond placed a kiss beneath the sensitive flesh of her knee. “And that?”

Janie murmured her consent and leaned further back into the memory foam mattress. Raymond rose to his knees and pulled Janie’s legs toward the edge of the bed. His hand expertly crept along her inner thigh, his fingers dancing across the moist fabric of her heart-patterned thong.

“Jesus,” he hissed. Janie’s head flopped back onto the bed. She arched her back as Raymond’s fingers pushed aside her soaking panties and thrummed against her glistening wetness. Janie sucked in a sharp breath as his thumb circled her. “Janie…you are so wet. I want to taste you. Is that okay?”

Janie could barely speak, the yes caught in her throat as Raymond’s fingers circled and teased her longing desire. Instead she lifted her hips into the air, grinding against the pressure of Raymond’s fingers as they eased in and out.

“Give me a minute, baby, I swear it will be worth it…” Raymond grabbed the slit in Janie’s dress and hiked the rest of the fabric behind her, covering the bed in a pool of red sequins and silk. He gingerly pulled down her panties, moaning as he recognized the thong he specifically picked out for her.

“You little devil,” he murmured as he stared at her nakedness.

Janie shook her hips in his direction, anxious for more. Wetness exploded around Raymond's fingers and a low groan escaped Janie’s lips. Raymond lowered his mouth hungrily to her glorious juices, happy to oblige. Stars crossed Janie’s eyes at the first lick. She screamed in pleasure as Raymond moved up his hand, pulsing his fingers as his tongue lazily sucked at her swollenness. Janie bucked her hips toward Raymond’s face and his tongue moved in fast circles against her skin. When Janie relaxed onto the bed, Raymond took long, lazy licks and slid his fingers deeper into her growing wetness.

“Raymond…” Janie grit her teeth against the pleasure gurgling within her. She closed her eyes and black spots floated above her face.

“Oh yeah, give it to me,” Raymond murmured as he lowered his mouth to finish Janie off in one fast flurry of tongue flicks.

Janie writhed under his intense grasp, but Raymond grabbed her hips with his hands to steady her. She relaxed under the pressure of his hands, wriggling her hips and thrusting her crotch in his face as he licked and sucked. Janie groaned in pleasure as he increased his tempo. Releasing her hips with one hand, Raymond thrust two fingers into her sopping wetness. Janie screamed his name as she clenched around his soaked fingers. His fingers opened and closed as she continued to scream his name, writhing on the bed as an orgasm slammed through her body. Her legs tightened around Raymond’s face, but he didn’t let go until she exhausted every possible ounce of energy and collapsed happily on his bed.

Janie’s orgasm was fresh on Raymond’s lips when he dropped his pants. Janie’s eyes widened at the site of his hardness pointed toward her.

“I’d forgotten how beautiful you are.” Janie wriggled to the edge of the bed. “My turn,” she murmured with a wicked grin before placing her tongue against him and swallowing him whole.

Raymond moaned as Janie’s mouth moved up and down his shaft. His fingers intertwined in her hair as her head glided up and down. His leg muscles quaked as she flicked her tongue along the tip of his arousal, bringing his pleasure to an all-time high.

“Janie,” Raymond croaked as she pushed him to the brink.

“Shush, I want to taste you,” Janie said.

She lowered her mouth back to Raymond and bobbed her head up and down before he could say no. There was no way to stop her now. Raymond just leaned back and tried to enjoy the feeling of her mouth on his arousal as long as he could stand it.

Chapter Four

In the morning, the chef prepared eggs benedict with hollandaise sauce, rye toast, and fresh squeezed orange juice for breakfast. Jules, the crew member who delivered the breakfast tray, found Janie and Raymond spooning on the bed, Janie pantie-less with her dress hiked up over her waist. Raymond’s arm was wrapped around her side, his hand firmly gripping a sequined breast. His shirt was wrinkled and half unbuttoned, and he was naked from the waist down. Janie’s hair fanned across the pillow, some pieces curling straight into the air while other strands still remained bobby pinned to her head.

Raymond woke Janie up with a nibble to her earlobe. She squeezed open one eye and frowned at Jules holding his outstretched breakfast offering.

“Good morning ma’am. Mr. Whitehorn. I assume everything is in order?” he asked with a knowing smirk.

“You assume nothing,” Janie spat back, throwing the covers over her half-naked form. “Nothing happened. I…Raymond…nothing happened,” she repeated as she sat up in the bed. “Aren’t you going to cover up?” she asked as she glanced down at Raymond’s morning erection.

Raymond shrugged. “I have nothing to hide. I actually remember exactly what happened last night and I was hoping we might continue on this morning…” He wiggled his erection in her direction.

“Disgusting,” Janie sneered as she searched the floor for her panties.

Raymond took the outstretched breakfast tray and set it on a custom cherry table. “Don’t worry, Jules has seen far worse. My crew is used to my escapades.”

“Yes, sir,” Jules agreed as he headed for the door. “And we’re all very discreet,” he added over his shoulder before stepping into the hall.

Janie groaned. “I’m going to be in the tabloids. Oh my God, my career is ruined.”

“Please,” Raymond said, holding out a piece of buttered toast. “This is a good thing. You and I…I mean, wow, you were good last night.”

“I was pretty good, wasn’t I?” Janie admitted.

Her face was pink with a healthy afterglow that can only be caused by a great orgasm. Raymond pulled out a chair and waved her toward the seat opposite him. Janie ran her fingers through her lopsided hair as she took the offered seat. She still had the blanket wrapped around her midsection, but she remained panty-less which Raymond considered a point in his favor.

“Well, however good I was, I want you to forget about it. This is never happening again. Oral doesn’t really count as sex, right? I mean, technically, you and I haven’t crossed any marital boundaries. Although I suspect your fiancée will want to kick my ass.” Janie bit the edge of her lip as she thought about the consequences of her actions.

“Why would my ex-fiancée care? She’s busy getting herself pleasured. I don’t see why I can’t do the same,” Raymond rationalized.

All he could think about was Janie’s juicy lips and the way she rolled them around his erection last night. The way she responded to his touch was insanely sexy. She was so wet he thought her orgasm was part geyser. Raymond had never been with anyone who could match him so expertly in desire, and he wanted more. He was already aroused this morning and desperately hoping for another round. There was no way he was letting this vixen out of his sight until he’d tasted every inch of her.

“I don’t need my name dragged through the tabloids right now. I don’t need people thinking I'm your rebound relationship.”

Raymond shrugged. “There are worse things than being accused of being my arm candy.”

Janie rolled her eyes. “Could you put some pants on or something? It’s very difficult to think about food with your willy flopping around all over the place. It makes me want to vomit.”

That’s not the tune you sang last night; Raymond wanted to remind her. Instead he asked, “Orange juice?” as he politely handed her a glass. Janie narrowed her eyes as she snatched the glass out of his hands. She clamped her legs shut and hiked the blanket over her shoulders when she caught Raymond staring at her luxurious breasts. He sighed, resigning himself to a long, cold shower as the only way to deal with the ache between his legs.

***

“Do you have to rush back into the city?” Raymond asked when Janie joined him on the top deck after breakfast. Her hair tumbled across her forehead in dark waves and her face was scrubbed free of last night’s makeup. She’d showered and dressed in clothes scavenged from his closet: a pair of khaki pants that drug across the deck, a pair of navy blue boxers, and a button up Oxford she’d tied at the waist to show off the tiniest sliver of tantalizing skin. Two sizes too large, she’d unbuttoned the top three buttons, showing off a healthy amount of braless cleavage that Raymond was dying to take in both hands.

"Well, I could call Margarita and see if she could cover for me for the afternoon. God knows I deserve a day off after working 72 hours straight. What did you have in mind?”

“I thought maybe we could take the boat up the harbor. It’s such a lovely day and I don’t get many opportunities to get away. This is kind of a luxury for me.”

Janie cocked her head at Raymond. Raymond held his breath as she blinked her long lashes, waiting for her to say no and run away from him again. Instead she finally said, “That’s so sad,” slipping his hand inside her own as she smiled into the unusually warm December day.

***

They talked about their first night together while they motored up the bay.

“I just want to be respected,” Janie said from the lounge chair on Raymond’s left as they snacked on blueberry scones and drank mimosas. “I was so upset when you announced your engagement. I kept waiting for an apology, kept trying to imagine what you could possibly say to make it right, but I never heard from you. So I assumed that I never really mattered to you, and then, when I found out…”

Raymond pushed up from his seat and crossed the deck in three steps. Janie tried to finish her sentence, to tell Raymond about the pregnancy, but she couldn’t force out the words. Instead, she turned her head away from him and stared out into the sparkling waves crashing into the yacht’s wake.

“I think that’s why I’ve hesitated to give in to my feelings for you,” Janie said. Raymond lowered himself onto the lounge chair. He took her hand and brought it to his chest. “I don’t want to be a notch in your belt. I want this to mean something.”

“You are special,” Raymond said as he leaned in and brushed the tears from Janie’s face. She smiled and he kissed each dimple. Running his hands up her neck, he brought her face to his in a soft kiss as gentle as the radiating morning sun.

Janie melted against his touch, falling back into the lounge chair. Raymond moved with her, his body sliding on top of her relaxing form. Their lips moved with desire and she sighed in his arms. Her lips parted and Raymond dipped his tongue in to taste her sweetness. She tasted like honey and berries. Janie gripped her hands in the back of Raymond’s hair and pulled him down on top of her. He pressed his chest tightly against her own, his groin immediately responding to the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Raymond, I have to tell you…” She murmured in his mouth, stopping when she felt his erection against her hip. She shifted beneath Raymond and brought her hips up to match his. Raymond brought his hands down to her shirt and gripped the fabric with fumbling fingers. The buttons were too small and he was too impatient. He grabbed each side of the shirt and ripped the buttons wide open.

“I hope that wasn’t your favorite shirt,” Janie teased as she arched her breasts into view.

“It’s never looked better,” Raymond grunted as he lowered his mouth to a hard nipple.

Janie wiggled beneath him as he glided his tongue around her breast. His hands fumbled with her pants while he licked and sucked. Janie bucked her hips when Raymond got the button undone and slid the large pants from her petite frame. She wasn’t wearing the boxers and he immediately inhaled the fresh scent of her arousal.

“Jesus,” he growled.

Janie smiled as she kicked the pants free. She stretched out across the lounge chair, carefree and gorgeous in the dazzling sun. Raymond reached out a tentative hand and touched her smooth stomach. Janie flexed against his touch, biting on her fingers to stifle a moan as he slid further south along her skin. He skimmed over her inner thighs and glided his fingers straight into her warmth.

Raymond stared at the beauty collapsed against the lounge chair as he hurriedly stripped off his own clothing. The wind coursed across the deck, raising goose pimples on his exposed flesh as he pulled a condom from his pant pocket. Janie fluttered her eyes at his erection as he sheathed it in the condom and stepped toward her. Gently, Raymond lowered himself on top of her outstretched body. Janie spread her legs and wrapped her heels around his buttocks as he slid into her welcoming wetness.

"Promise me this is real,” she said as he thrust deep inside of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulder and pulled his chest in tighter. She was so warm and moist Raymond almost lost it on the spot. His pace was frenzied and frantic. Beneath him, Janie opened her mouth in a pleasurable moan. “Promise me,” she demanded between orgasmic screams.

“Oh my God, Janie,” was all Raymond could say as he absolutely lose control.

***

The weekend passed in a blur of hot sex and endless orgasms, but Janie still hadn’t mustered the courage to tell Raymond about her pregnancy. Raymond texted Gary to cancel his golf lessons and Janie asked Margarita to cover her Saturday cooking classes.

“Ooh, are you and baby daddy having a romantic tryst?” Margarita asked. Janie laughed and promised to give her all the juicy details whenever she returned to the city.

Raymond kept dressing Janie in whatever clothes of his that fit her, but nothing stayed on long. Janie was getting used to pressing her naked body into his perfectly chiseled chest. She liked the way he stroked her side, or rested his hand possessively on her rear when she snuggled up and buried her head on his beating heart. By Sunday morning, Janie could barely stand on her wobbly legs. She and Raymond spent most of the day in bed, driven back inside with less-than-stellar weather. But they were happy buried under mounds of handmade quilts and tangled in satin sheets.

As the crew got used to seeing Janie on board, they went out of their way to make her feel appreciated, smiling as she rounded corners and pointing out spaces on the yacht to explore. The cook slipped her a bright satin scarf she laced through Raymond’s white pants as a colorful belt, and Jules added a snipped rose blossom in an old perfume bottle onto her tray when he slipped in to leave breakfast. Raymond stirred in bed as Janie brought the rose to her face and took a deep breath. The fresh earthy smell gave her hope for the future and was a nice contrast to the smell of sex permeating Raymond’s cabin. Not that Janie was complaining. She wiggled her naked ass back to bed and rolled into Raymond. He stretched a long arm around her body and his hand immediately found her pert nipple.

“Mm,” he murmured as he pushed his morning erection into Janie’s back. Janie took her hand and guided him lower, into her waiting wetness. His first thrust sent shivers of delight through her limbs. Nope, she wasn’t complaining at all.

Afterward, Raymond jumped in the shower while Janie slipped on a pair of his boxers and a blue button-down shirt. She was getting used to navigating his extra-long sleeves and she was pretty sure Raymond enjoyed having her parade around the yacht braless. While she waited for her turn in the shower, she skimmed through a trashy romance novel that is nowhere near as sexy as the experiences she had this weekend with Raymond. If she had any strength left she’d go jump in the shower with Raymond, but she was so exhausted she could barely turn the book pages. She felt a little nauseous this morning and knew she would have to explain herself to Raymond sooner or later. Janie set down the paperback and closed her eyes, crossing her ankles and leaning her head back into the soft, leather recliner.

There was one small detail threatening to ruin their magical weekend, and that was the secret the Janie still hadn’t shared with Raymond. “I’m pregnant,” she wanted to say so many times over the course of the weekend. But it never seemed like the right time. “I’m pregnant,” she murmured to herself over and over as she sat comfortably in the chair. “I’ll tell him when he comes out of the shower,” she thought, although she knew one glance from him and she would chicken out. Tell him, tell him, tell him, she berated herself.

I’m pregnant.

Janie said the words aloud once more when she heard the door creak open. Assuming Jules had come to collect the breakfast tray, she said, “Give my compliments to the chef,” without opening her eyes. “Those crepes were to die for.”

“I beg your pardon?” a high-pitched voice whined.

Janie’s eyes flew open. A woman stood in the doorway of Raymond’s bedroom, an arm full of gold bangles pitched on a narrow hip like a runway model. She sported a belted tunic that hugged her chest and a tight, Barbie doll waist. Knee-high boots covered lean legs, but ended six inches short of a gold skirt that barely skimmed the bottom of her heart shaped ass.

“Who the hell are you?” Janie asked. Her bare feet sunk into the plush carpet as she rose from her seat.

“I’m Denise.” Denise swept her mascara-caked lashing up and down Janie’s frame. Janie realized how absurd she must look in Raymond’s boxers. She tucked her arms across her chest to hide the fact that she was not wearing a bra.