All Chapters of The Baker's Billionaire : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

DEMETRIA I pushed closer into Marion’s body, seeking warmth. The moment my skin touched his, a wave of heat rolled over me. His arms were solid like grenades under the skin, his chest carved from concrete. I lifted my eyes to look at him—still asleep, breathing slow and deep. Carefully, I shifted, careful with my casted leg, and crawled on top of him. When I peeled back the duvet around his waist, his body stirred beneath me. “Wildfire?” he rasped, voice thick with sleep, eyes half-open and dazed. “Good morning, handsome devil,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss him. His lips moved against mine instantly, pulling me deeper into a slow, hungry kiss. When I finally pulled back, I pressed my lips to his tattooed bicep, then trailed them down the sculpted lines of his chest. He let out a low breath, a smirk lifting the corner of his mouth as he fully woke. “A good morning indeed,” he murmured, eyes locked on mine like I was the only thing that existed. He relaxed into the pil

DEMETRIA Marion carried me to the bed and dropped me onto the surface. I bounced slightly on the mattress, and then he snaked his hands under my blouse and tugged it up before he yanked down my bra. His big hands grabbed the backs of my thighs, and he pulled me gently until he had me where he wanted me. He kissed my belly, the skin below my tits, swiping his tongue around my belly button before he moved down, slowly inching toward my pussy. He kissed everything, my inner thighs, the delicate skin along the edge of my folds, making me breathe heavily in anticipation. “Mmmm…” I moaned, trying to squirm, but he held me firmly. “Be still, Wildfire,” he murmured, his voice low and warm with amusement. “I’ve got you.” The way he held me as he looked at me was almost enough to undo me all over again. His mouth finally landed on my heat, and instead of starting gentle and slow, he rushed me with the carnal hunger of a wild animal. His tongue danced with my clit the same way his tongue da

MARION “Are you okay, Wildfire? You’ve been quiet since I got home,” I murmured, my hand gently rubbing her arms as she lay against my chest. I glanced down at her, watching the movie flicker across the screen, but I could tell her mind was somewhere far away. We were sprawled across the massive couch after dinner, prepared by Chef Parker, and I realised she hadn’t eaten much. Lately, she’s been tired and skipping meals—I couldn’t help but worry. “Wildfire?” I called again, my voice a little firmer this time, trying to pull her back from wherever her thoughts had drifted. “Hmmm?” I shifted slightly, brushing a strand of hair from her face as I watched her frown, her hands twisting nervously in her lap. “Wildfire… what is it?” I asked, my chest tightening with an instinctive worry. She hesitated for a long moment before looking up at me, her eyes glistening with tears and joy all at once. “Marion… I… I took a test,” she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement. My heart ski

MARION I leaned back against the headboard, watching Demetria walk out of the washroom. I tapped my lap, silently telling her to come here. She crossed the room without a word and climbed into my lap, something she’d grown comfortable doing, something I’d grown addicted to. She sat down, her cheek settling onto my chest like it belonged there. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head and inhaling her scent. My favorite scent. The one that always grounded me. “Do we have to go to brunch?” she mumbled into my skin. “We could skip it if you don’t feel like it.” “But?” “No buts. It’s your call.” She sighed dramatically. “But my brain hurts.” She pouted so hard her lips brushed my chest. I couldn’t help laughing; her head bounced slightly with the movement. “Now you want somebody to tell your ass what to do,” I teased. “You love giving orders,” she muttered. “Don’t fail me now.” “Lay here until it’s time to go,” I said, squeezing

DEMETRIA“Arrghh!” I groaned, rolling onto my back as I stretched out every stiff muscle. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand.“Damn… 12:43?” I mumbled. Almost one in the afternoon. “Marion really fucked me into a coma last night. Or… the baby is making me tired lately,” I whispered, smiling as my hand drifted to my belly. I wasn’t showing yet, but still, our little bundle of joy. Gummy bear, as Marion would say. I snickered quietly.I grabbed the remote and hit the button to open the curtains. Sunlight flooded the room, warm and bright. That’s when it hit me. Marion’s side of the bed was empty. He’d already left for Vegas.I patted around the mattress for my phone and turned, spotting a note on the other nightstand, sitting neatly beside my phone… and a small rectangular box.“Hmmm… what is it now?”I reached for the little box first, curiosity nibbling at me. The moment I lifted the lid, a soft laugh escaped me.Inside was a delicate silver charm bracelet, each tiny charm glint