The Billionaires Surprise Baby
By Harper West
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When it comes to keeping her, these billionaires mean business . . .
Ivy
It's funny how one little pill can change your entire life.
Or, more accurately, the forgetting of one tiny pill.
Just when everything was going right . . . fate threw a major 'f*ck you' my way in the form of a bun in the oven.
So what did I do?
Ran. Ran from the two men I adored, because they didn't want kids.
There was no place for them in their world. They'd told me that a dozen times.
I had no intention of ever coming back—but desperation makes a woman do crazy things.
So now, here I stand, begging for a job and eating crow by the bucket load.
It doesn't help that they look better than ever. Ripped muscles pressing against their suits with that utterly alpha look in their eyes. The look that promises to fulfill your every desire.
And my body hasn't forgotten for a second the way they made me scream in pleasure night after night.
But I've got no plans to repeat the past.
My life is different now, I'm different now.
It's just business this time . . . right?
Logan/Tyler
She's back.
The one woman we've ever loved.
The same woman who abandoned us a year ago with not so much as a god-damn post it note . . .
She says she wants a job. No, not wants—demands—it.
Who the hell does she think she is?
Barking orders like we're the ones who screwed her over.
And how dare she? How dare she show up with all her attitude and hot little body, teasing us like she didn't smash our hearts into oblivion?
Just the sound of her voice makes us harder than steel, but we're not giving in, dammit.
She's been keeping secrets . . . and we want answers.
And we're going to get them out of her, one good spanking at a time.
This naughty girl needs to be punished.
And before we give her the pleasure we know she can't resist, she'll have to beg for forgiveness . . . on her hands and knees . . . naked.
The Billionaires Surprise Baby is a standalone, lip-biting, MFM Billionaire Menage Romance from your new favorite author Harper West. If bad boy billionaire alphas are your cup of tea . . . sit down and take a sip of this toe-curling romance! Guaranteed HEA & No Cheating.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The book was okay. There were a few things that I didn't like. Spoiler alert: my main issue was the female MC attitude. How can you have attitudes all over the place when you literally ran from the guys and didn't tell them that they had a baby. Then you want to talk shit, be demanding and sketchy instead of being a woman and telling them what is going on. It kind of made it a bit of a difficult read but the story was okay.
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The Billionaires Surprise Baby - Harper West
CHAPTER 1
Logan
I didn’t leave Kingsley and Wells on poor terms, in case that was what you were worried about,
the young woman clarifies. I don’t recall her name. Something trendy and ridiculous. Paisley. Maisey. Daisy. Something difficult to take seriously.
Good to know,
I tell her. Frankly, it doesn’t matter. As long as she can answer phones, speak professionally to clients, and keep the front desk organized, she’s ahead of the game. Plus, I despise both Kingsley and Wells, so if she’s pissed them off in some way, it might work to her advantage.
She’s a pleasant enough woman. Warm. Inviting. A little younger than what I was looking to hire. But there’s something about her that just… irks me as to why she’s not right for the job. I can’t quite put my finger on it.
Mr. Rutledge?
she asks, Mr. Rutledge, is everything okay?
I shake some sense into myself. She's been talking this entire time, and I haven't heard a word of it. And that's when it hits me. It's a patch sewn onto her canvas shoulder bag that reads, Natural Bounties.
"What is Natural Bounties?" I ask her.
Oh,
she starts with a blush, It’s kind of silly. My roommate and I sell luxury bath products that we make from all-natural materials.
It’s a business?
She nods. Just a little side project.
Answer me honestly,
I command. She straightens her spine. I’m told my voice has that effect on women. Is this job what you really want to do with your life? Pick up phones and run a desk?
Her lips thin out.
Or do you want to run this little bubble bath company?
I know that I sound condescending. I do it purposely to see if she’ll stand up for herself. And even if I find her name a little goofy and don’t care if my body wash smells like the rainforest, I can see a market for this. Women, obviously. Ones who have a little extra money to support small businesses. And if the next words out of her mouth are ‘fair trade’ or ‘vegan,’ the hipsters will be all over it.
It’s more than that, sir,
she says with more conviction, It’s also part of the green initiative. We get our ingredients from local merchants. It’s all fair trade, vegan, and we never test on animals.
Even better.
I cut her off right there. Ms. Ramirez, life is too short to spend stuck behind a desk when you’d clearly rather be doing something else, don’t you agree?
Yes,
she answers tentatively, But, with all due respect, Sir, you need money to make your dreams come true. You need to be practical.
Have you looked into Rutledge Enterprises’ small business mentorship program?
I ask, texting my best friend and personal assistant, Tyler, to have the application ready for her on her way out. Do you have a business plan?
She bites her lip nervously. Not a formal one, no.
I nod. "You and your roommate should fill out the application. If you are accepted, you’ll be granted a small stipend for living expenses while you develop a proper plan and prepare to launch your product. You’re clearly disorganized and Natural Bounties is a terrible name, but I see what you’re trying to do, and I can help you make it happen."
She blinks like she’s confused. I’ve hit her with a lot of information very quickly.
We’re through here,
I tell her.
Okay, um, thank you. I guess,
she says as she finds her way out of my office. I see Tyler meet her at the door and pass off the paperwork, shaking her hand and seeing her off.
Tyler joins me and closes the door behind him. Probably for the best. Anything Tyler says could probably get us in trouble with HR if the wrong person overheard it.
Oh, do I love the granola girls,
he says.
I shrug. Hippie-chic doesn’t do it for me,
I tell him, shaking my head, I like meat. And showering.
He scoffs. But they are the wildest in bed. No inhibitions. Comfortable with their bodies,
he adds, Really… open-minded.
I smirk. I know what he’s thinking.
Tyler and I have been friends since childhood and have grown up sharing everything. Including women.
Should I try to get her back?
he asks, Maybe she’s up for a little slap and tickle.
He raises an eyebrow.
I think about it. Unprofessional as it is, considering that she might be my mentee sooner rather than later, I try to picture Paisley/Maisey/Daisy sandwiched between me and Tyler, her eyes closed and her head rolling back onto his shoulder as he takes her from behind. Me, on my knees in front of her, working her pussy with my tongue.
I try, but I can’t do it. No matter who I start off imagining, the woman between us always morphs back into her.
Ivy.
Hey,
Tyler says gently, It’s been over a year, man. It’s time to move on.
I nod. He’s right. It’s unhealthy to obsess about a woman like this.
I miss her too, you know,
he tells me.
You have a funny way of showing it,
I chuckle.
I may have handled Ivy’s leaving us by shutting down and becoming somewhat of a recluse, deciding that no other woman would ever take her place, but Tyler went completely the opposite direction, sticking his prick into every willing woman in the tri-state area trying to forget about her.
I’ve got one more interview for the receptionist job,
I tell Tyler, abruptly changing the subject before we head down that depressing road.
Have Mrs. O’Dell do it.
I hire every employee personally,
I remind him, Always have.
He shrugs. He’ll never understand.
I’ll meet you in the gym at seven,
I say.
Tyler nods and heads out.
I let out a frustrated sigh and hope that the next candidate will be the last.
I hear a knock at the door. Whoever it is doesn’t wait for me to answer.
I let myself in, I hope that’s okay,
she says, bursting into my office, Bottom line is that I need a job. Like, yesterday.
The woman is a whirlwind of color and frantic energy, from her red hair to her stunning turquoise dress to the way that she somehow makes me feel like I’ve been hit in the chest by a bolt of lightning.
Still.
She takes a deep breath like she’s gathering her courage. Logan, I need your help.
Ivy, I…
I can’t finish my sentence.
Because of all the office buildings in all of New York City, the one woman I’ve ever loved, the only person to ever truly break my heart, just barreled right back into mine.
CHAPTER 2
Ivy
I don’t bother with formalities. I need an answer before I lose my nerve.
So, can I have it?
I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. Can I have the receptionist job?
He looks at me like I’ve sprouted a second head.
I know I'm over-qualified,
I say it before he has the chance. I'd rather not explain to Logan Rutledge how I went from CEO of my own company to virtually unemployed in a matter of months. But you and I both know that I'm a hard worker, I'm consistent, and I'm good with people.
I wait for him to say something. Anything.
I can start immediately,
I offer.
He narrows his eyes at me, but I can’t tell what he’s thinking. There was a time that I had almost figured out how to read Logan’s inscrutable face. But we haven’t seen each other in so long, I’m out of practice.
It’s been over a year, Ivy,
Logan says, his voice low and steady, You never even called.
I swallow hard. I knew this would be difficult. Quite frankly, looking into Logan’s deep blue eyes is threatening my resolve. I refuse to look at the rest of him. The wide shoulders. The muscular chest. The massive bulge in his slacks.
I want to run.
But I think of Oliver. I think of the mounting bills and the tiny one-bedroom apartment that we're about to get evicted from, and I stay strong.
I’m sorry,
I say, weakly.
For what?
he asks, For leaving? For hurting us?
I feel myself starting to quake. Christ, it would feel so good to just melt into that chest and throw my arms around Logan. To have Tyler there too, at my back, and just let the both of them envelop me like I used to.
For everything,
I whisper.
Eighteen Months Ago
Cheers to that,
Tyler exclaims, clinking his champagne flute to mine and Logan’s. How does it feel to make your first million?
Feels okay, I guess,
I say, trying to keep a straight face, but failing. I've had quite a bit of champagne already, but we're celebrating, so what's one more? Logan and Tyler had thrown me a spectacular party in the hotel bar but saved the best surprise for after all of the guests were herded into cabs and sent home: the penthouse suite.
We stand on the balcony, looking out at the bustling city below us.
I lied,
I say, almost overwhelmed by the lights, sounds, and glamour of it all. It feels amazing. I feel like I own the fucking world right now.
I turn to Logan. This must be how you feel all the time, huh Mr. Billionaire?
Logan just laughs. He puts an arm around me, and I curl against his shoulder.
Not to be outdone, Tyler cozies up to my other side. He turns my face to his and strokes it lightly. Congratulations, baby,
he says. He leans in and presses a gentle kiss to my lips. I deepen it, parting my lips to make room for his tongue.
I feel another set of large, calloused hands steering my face away from Tyler’s. He protests, gently, Hey, I wasn’t done with her yet.
Too bad. My turn,
Logan says, his voice getting low and husky. It makes me shiver. He presses his whole body against mine as he kisses me, slow and dirty, his hand creeping down my spine to squeeze my ass cheek. I feel his cock harden against my lower belly.
When the kiss breaks, I look over to Tyler, who doesn’t care to hide the fact that he’s adjusting his hardening dick as he watches Logan grope me. Let’s take this party inside, shall we?
he asks with a cheeky grin.
Lead the way,
I tell him.
Tyler, wild boy that he is, is half-naked and lying on the bed by the time Logan and I step into the bedroom, and we get my dress unzipped. I wriggle and let it fall to the floor as Tyler ditches the rest of his clothes. He sprawls out on the mattress, naked and unashamed.
Get over here, baby,
he grits out.
I leave my bra and panties on and climb on the bed, straddling Tyler’s lap. He slips his fingers into the crotch of my panties, eyeing them.
What am I going to do with these?
he asks, playfully, before tugging so hard that he tears the delicate lace. I pout in mock-indignation. It’s not the first time he’s done this. Logan will replace them,
he teases.
Suddenly, I feel Logan hovering behind me. He presses his bare chest to my back and his hard cock against my ass. No, I won’t,
he hisses in my ear. He slides the wrecked panties down my thighs and tosses them aside. If I had my way, you’d be bare under all of your clothes.
I shudder against him. Fuck, Logan’s voice unravels me completely. Then I could have your pussy whenever I want.
I try for a smart-ass reply, but all that comes out is a moan.
Now be a good girl and go sit on Tyler’s face,
Logan commands, smacking me on the ass as I crawl up the bed.
Tyler beckons to me and guides my knees to his shoulders. His hands find my hips, and he eases me down over his eager mouth, his tongue plunging deep inside me to where I need him most. He mumbles something that sounds like, so sweet, against my dripping pussy and the vibrations drive me crazy.
First, you’re going to come all over Tyler’s face, baby,
Logan orders in that voice, that fucking low rumble that can get me to do anything. Then you’re going to ride my cock.
I pant for breath, but I shake my head no.
I want to try something new,
I tell them, I want to take you both at the same time.
The guys look at each other. Tyler raises an eyebrow and smirks, no doubt already picturing it. I look down at his cock, which is still hard and proud and clearly on board with the plan. But Logan is a tad harder to read. His face is stony as he puts a hand on my back.
Are you sure, baby?
he asks.
I nod, eagerly.
It going to be a lot,
he warns me, Tyler and I… we’re not small.
I smirk. I’m well aware.
The last thing we want to do is hurt you,
he says solemnly. I look to Tyler. His expression is the same. I’m touched.
You won’t hurt me,
I say, absolutely certain that it will be more pleasure than pain. I want this. I want to feel you both together. Us together.
I look Logan in the eyes, trying to get him to soften. Please.
I may or may not bat my eyelashes for effect.
Tyler looks to Logan to make the decision. He usually does.
Ride Tyler’s cock,
Logan hisses, And I’ll take you from behind.
I grin. Logan is certainly a hard-ass sometimes, but I know I have him wrapped around my finger. It makes me feel powerful. Almost as powerful as I imagine I’ll feel taking both him and Tyler together. The thought alone makes me almost giddy.
Tyler licks his bottom lip as I straddle his hips. He takes his thick cock in one hand and gives himself one rough stroke. I line him up to my entrance and sink down onto him, one inch at a time. We'd all stopped using condoms a while back, and I'd gone on birth control.
I remembered to take that this morning, right?
I decide not to dwell on that. Tyler's completely inside of me, and he starts thrusting up into me. I buck my hips back and forth to get a rhythm going. His hands creep up my thighs to my ass cheeks, and he squeezes.
Feels good, baby,
he groans.
I can't tell if that was a statement or questions, so I just let out a throaty sound and run my hands up and down Tyler's toned chest and abs. I let my fingertips graze his nipples, and he hisses.
Fuck,
he grunts, I’ll get you for that.