A Secret Baby For My Billionaire Boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

“Fuck me.” I wasn't sure if I was asking or begging or merely ordering him. It didn't matter, though. He got the hint. Especially when I did the one thing that I knew would get me what I want. I sucked in the right side of my bottom lip and clenched down on it with my teeth. “Goddamn,” he said, his eyes now focused on my lips. “You know what that does to me.” I nodded, but didn't remove my lip from between my teeth. Instead, I locked eyes with his and at the same time, began touching my breasts. I teased my fingers over my nipples, surprised by how hard they'd become. Carter's breathing became heavier and even though the light was dim out there on the deck, I saw his pupils dilate. He quickly stood up on the couch and untied the towel that was around his waist. He tossed it to the side and my eyes weight down toward the bulge underneath the front of his swim trunks. His cock was eagerly pressed against the material. It was ready to be released and I w

I squinted into the darkness, struggling to cover my face against the onslaught of light. The source was way below us, but that could mean anything. Were there real pirates out there? Were they coming to take a billionaire hostage? What would happen to me? A man crossed in front of the spotlight. For a moment, my eyes clearly made out a man, dressed all in black, holding a gun. I was no expert, but it was one that you had to hold with two hands. A rifle. These guys had rifles. These guys were pirates for sure. They were going to board this ship and make examples of us, all because we had the audacity to be in international waters. I looked over at Carter, expecting him to be as panicked as I was getting. Instead, he just had a smirk on his face. “Carter?” I started. I wondered if he could be in shock. “I thought this might happen,” he said softly, shaking his head as if it were nothing more than a funny joke to him. I was at a

 woke several times that night, expecting to find a text from Carter, but nothing came. At last, at seven AM, after only a few hours of sleep, I flipped on my TV to the news. To my surprise, there was nothing on the news about the arrest at sea. Somehow, even though I didn’t see any cameras around, I felt like it should have been more high-profile than it was. I’d have to rush to get to work on time, but I hadn’t taken a shower last night. Not only did I feel dirty from the interrogation room, but I also had the smells of the ocean on me still. Not to mention the fact that Carter and I had sex and I hadn’t been able to clean myself from that. During my shower, I heard my phone go off a couple times, but I didn’t think anything of it. Finally, when I got out, I saw a message from Maddy.   You’re the unknown woman, aren’t you?     At first, I didn’t have any idea what she was talking ab

Getting our clothes on after sex was a bit more of a somber affair than usual. Carter didn’t even look at me while I readjusted my clothes, making sure that I didn’t look like I was just fucked in the conference room by the boss. When I finally thought I looked presentable, at least on the way to the Ladies Room, I walked over to him. He was still buttoning the buttons on his dress shirt, so I leaned in close to him, put my hands over his, and finished buttoning up his shirt for him. He smiled warmly. “Thanks, Jane.” I was glad it made him happy. “Anything else you need from me, sir?” I asked. His eyes flared a little bit at the use of the word sir, and I made sure to remember that for later. But then, it looked like he remembered something, and he nodded his head. “Have you told anyone you were on my boat last night?” he asked. I thought back to Maddy’s text messages with me this morning. Without meaning to, I had pretty

“It’s me. Open up.” Part of me was excited that Carter actually came to see me. Part of me was still mad that he sent me home from work. All of me didn’t want him to see the current state of my apartment. It was a mess. “Why should I?” I asked, quickly picking up a handful of dirty clothes and putting them in a hamper. “Because I want to apologize. I tried to call, but you didn’t pick up. I really do have pizza.” I smiled. I could use some pizza right about now. “Should you be seen with me right now?” I asked as I sealed up the ice cream and put it back in the freezer. “Uh, hello? I know you looked through the peephole. Didn’t you see my awesome disguise?” I laughed. “A hat? That’s your disguise?” “And a pizza. Don’t forget the pizza.” My tummy rumbled, even though I had just been shoveling ice cream into it. “How could I forget the pizza?” “So let me in before someone really does r