CEO'S Secret Baby: A Standalone Surprise Pregnancy Romance - Iona Rose (which ebook reader .txt) 📗

Also, someone looks enticing. What’s with the champagne piece? Is that silk? It’s so sexy.”

I didn’t know exactly how I was going to kick them out, but before I could think of a way, my doorbell rang again. “Fuck,” I cursed underneath my breath, and hurried over. With a peer through the peephole, I saw exactly who it was, and considered calling him first to explain the sudden company, but I didn’t want to be rude by keeping him outside. So I pulled the door open, and met the massive bouquet of blood red roses.

My heart fell into my stomach.

He pushed the flowers aside to reveal his beautiful face, and I noted the hint of shyness in his gaze. “I couldn’t resist,” he said. “Too tacky?”

I went out of the apartment, and placed a long, sweet kiss on his cheek. “I love them, but my friends are here. They just barged in now without notice, but I’ll get rid of them.”

“That’s ok,” he said. “We can all have dinner together.”

My eyes narrowed. “Really?”

“Tracy and Anne right? I’ve spent time with them in Alanya, so they aren’t exactly strangers to me.””

“I know, but I wanted tonight to be just the both of us.”

“We have time,” he said, and stepped forward to stroke the tip of his nose with mine.

Carter

“Carter!”

I had a smile ready, for the moment the girls noticed me.

The blonde one, Anne, was opening a bottle of wine at the kitchen’s island, while the brunette Tracy was setting up the coffee table with a massive drum of cheese balls, that I surprisingly couldn’t take my eyes away from.

They both looked absolutely shocked to see me.

“Hello girls,” I greeted.

They turned to their friend, demanding an explanation.

She just simply shrugged. “You both didn’t call before coming over. I already have plans.”

“Oh, so that’s why you have that slip dress on,” Anne said with a dirty smile.

Tracy picked up her purse, and went over to the counter to get Anne. “We’re sorry for intruding,” she said. “We’ll leave now.”

“It’s alright,” I told them. “Let’s have dinner together.”

“Sounds gre—” Anne started, but was firmly pulled along.

“No,” Tracy insisted. “You both need time to yourselves. We’ll see you some other time.”

We turned to watch them leave, Anne with a tired look on her face that was quite amusing. The door was shut behind them, and we were left alone.

I turned to Leah.

A soft smile appeared on her face as she came over to me to accept the flowers. “They’re beautiful,” she said as she lifted the bouquet to her nose. “I’ll put these in water.”

Before she could leave, I banded an arm around her waist and pulled her to me for a quick kiss. She melted into me as my hands grabbed onto her ass beneath the clingy, silk dress she wore.

Just thinking about Leah was enough to get me excited, but seeing her now in this rose, silky slip dress‒the material clinging to her hips, barely covering up her breasts and boldly showcasing the hardness of her nipples‒began a slow torment I knew I wouldn’t be able to address until later on in the night. It was pure torture, but I wanted to spend time with her today rather than inside her, but I didn’t know how it would even be possible.

I took my seat on one of the stools by her counter.

She bent down to her bottom drawers to search for a vase, the material stretched across her hips and she might as well have been naked.

My body and especially my cock felt like a fuse that was mere seconds away from blowing. “Would it be too much of a hassle for you to change outfits?” I asked, as she found a glass vase.

She turned, surprised at my request.

“I’m sure you realize that I won’t be able to think straight with you in that dress.”

She laughed as she filled the vase with water and brought it over to the counter. “I’m not changing,” she said, as she retrieved a pair of scissors. “So you’ll just have to deal with it.”

She was a vixen, thoroughly and completely aware of her sole power to bring me to my knees, and I was a very willing victim.

I watched her, mesmerized by the delicate way her fingers snipped off the leaves of the stems, and then arranged them in the vase.

“I took a wild guess by bringing these,” I said. “What are your favorite flowers?”

“I don’t have favorite flowers,” she replied. “I rarely get them.”

“Would you like to get them from now on?” I asked.

Her glance was searing. “I would.”

“So what flowers would you like?”

“All of them?” She smiled. “But I especially love orchids.”

“Noted.” I gave her a nod.

She finished up with the flowers and pushed the vase to the center of the marble counter. I regarded it with pity, because somewhere along the night, of the very likely possibility that it would be shoved off the counter, and crash to the floor.

“I’ll put the noodles on to boil now,” she said. “Do you want something to eat while we wait?”

I turned towards the bucket of cheese balls on the coffee table. “Those will do,” I said, and got up to retrieve them. “I haven’t had these in more than a decade.”

“Tracy is obsessed with them, and her kids love her for it.”

“Tracy’s married?”

“Oh no, I mean her kindergarten class. She’s a teacher, but she just got engaged, about two weeks ago.”

“Congratulations to her,” I said as I brought the bucket of cheese balls over. “I’ll prepare a gift. What does she like?”

She placed the water on the stove to boil, and then came over to me. “Makeup,” she said.

“Well, you’ll have to help me out there.”

I widened my legs so she could stand as close to me as possible, and stared deeply into her eyes as I chewed on one of the balls.

“You should be comfortable here,” she said, as she played with the button of my dress shirt’s collar. “But I don’t want you