The Married Billionaire's Surrogate An African American Pregnancy Romance For Adults(12)

“I will, Steven. You did so much for me… You and your wife-I mean Elizabeth. And I want to,” Alicia told him seeing his fingers curl around hers.

“Thank you,” he said in a teary voice and then for a moment they remained silent until he could compose himself.

“Anyway… What is your pet’s name?” Steven spoke after a while.

She chuckled. “It’s Bingley. It’s a dog, a golden retriever actually.” And that’s how the anchor was dropped and their conversation sailed like a ship in calm waters. They told each other everything they could think of, about their childhoods, music tastes, some events and memories from school and college, friends, family, books, movies, hobbies and so much more. All of it cheering them up and warming their hearts. Alicia’s mouth hurt in the end from laughing so hard after finding out that Steven was drunk-calling the dean in college, telling him about how tough his classes were and how little time he got for dating.

“And he sent me two tickets to a concert the next day with a note that said only one word – sorry.” Steven laughed and she joined in again.

She hadn’t noticed when the restaurant emptied and they remained the last guests of the night. She guessed that time did fly by when you were having fun and with a person you hold dear to your heart.

“It was a beautiful night,” she said to him as they were entering his car, a little bit drunk and too happy.

“It still is.” He showed her his pearly white teeth and pecked her on the cheek.

He drove in silence, Alicia’s head still buzzing. The moment when they arrived at the mansion and climbed the stairs to his bedroom was all bits and pieces in her mind; fragments she couldn’t quite remember. Only his hands on the small of her back and his breath on her neck. He had gone to shower and was now opposite of her.

Alicia was hesitant as she looked up at the man in front of her. If truth be told, she had envisioned herself with him multiple times before. He was gorgeous and had that aura about him that screamed sex. Here he stood in front of her in only a towel, asking her to remove her clothes so they could make a baby. She knew that he had an ulterior motive for doing this, but the heat in his gaze instantly made her clench her legs together tightly. He took another step toward her.

“Alicia. Take off your clothes.” His gaze dropped down her body and came up to linger at her breasts for a moment before meeting her eyes again. “I have waited for this day for so long. Do you know how many times I saw you bending over cleaning and just wanted to come up behind you and lift your skirt? I wanted to bury myself in you. Now we can. Take off your clothes.”

She sucked in a breath at his words. Her body was becoming flushed all over and she felt like she was burning up all of a sudden. “Steven, I don’t know if we should be…”

He took a few steps until he was instantly in front of her. “We should and we are, my dear.” His hand dived into her hair pulling her hair back a little to give him access to her mouth. His lips swooped down to claim hers quickly. At the first touch, she felt her insides melt to mush. She thought he would ravish her right there. She wanted him to pull her clothes from her body and take her right there. Instead, he explored her mouth with his tongue, taking his time to enjoy every part of it. She moaned deeply in his mouth when his other hand reached around to grab her ass and haul her up even closer to him. She felt him pressed against her and moaned with excitement.

“I know you want it as bad as I do.” His lips were now at her ear, licking the shell slowly and then pulling the lobe into his mouth. He gently bit her and she thought she would lose it right there. Her panties were soaked with her need as he pushed her against the wall.

He was right. She did want him. She wanted him bad and she raised her arms to coast up his arms and grip his biceps as he ground his pelvis into her. Her dress was pulled over her head. His hand was a shade darker compared to her brown complexion and she watched in fascination as he pulled her bra off and sighed at her breasts.

Her dark brown nipples rose up, inviting him to take them into his mouth. Without another word he took one into his mouth and savored it, pulling on it slowly at first and then harder when she began panting. He moved his head to the other side to give the other nipple the same pleasure. After licking the underside, he began sucking the sides of her breasts as his hands made quick work of her panties, sliding them down her legs to form a puddle at the bottom of her feet. His hands left her as he stepped back to look down her body. She instantly felt embarrassed as he just stood there looking at her for a few moments. His eyes came back to meet hers and he grinned.

“Get on the bed on your back.”

She shuddered with apprehension. He was demanding and strict and she loved every minute of it. He took control and she wanted nothing more than for him to control her at that point. She made her way over to the bed and then, remembering what he had said about her leaning over, she deliberately curved her back to provocatively crawl on the bed with her ass in the air. She yelped when she felt the sting of the slap against her ass.

“No teasing. Or do you like to be spanked?”

She didn’t say a word. If she was honest she would say that the sting mingled with her body wanting more but before he could smack her again she was on her back on the bed and looking up at him.

He chuckled as he looked down at her again. She felt him lean over to take her nipple again and sighed with pleasure. There was a dip in the bed as he rested his knee there. His hand coasted down over her breast and stomach to come just above the small patch of hair between her legs.