Making the Billionaire's Baby Series

Shannon is broke, having a hard time getting over her ex and his hot booty calls and stuck working a dead-end temp job. On her second day at work, she catches the billionaire CEO's eye and he invites her to his office. His proposition to impregnate her and adopt the baby with his infertile wife seems crazy at first, until she realizes how much he's willing to pay her for it! Will Shannon push her inhibitions aside to pay off her debt and allow the sexy billionaire to seduce her? This 11,000 word story is for adults only. It contains a booty call, blow jobs, oral sex, female masturbation, hot MF sex and attempted impregnation with a sexy billionaire. Excerpt: My phone buzzed. I grabbed it from where it danced across the coffee table and looked at the screen. Carl was calling—not doubt wanting another booty call. Twice in one week? He was getting desperate. I tossed my phone on the coffee table. I didn't have time for that shit. The whole baby thing would be a distraction from Carl, that's for sure. And I would get to have sex with an attractive billionaire to boot? And who knows what other perks may come my way. I was starting to think I'd be crazy if I said no. Honestly, Mr. Harmon was hot in that older, well groomed, wealthy man kind of way. And the way he carried himself—he seemed smart and confident. The exact opposite of Carl. He was already accomplished and revered by his colleagues. The walls at the office were covered in framed magazine covers and news articles praising Mr. Harmon and MedTech. He was a success. I laid back on the couch, resting my hands on my stomach. Mr. Harmon's sexiness was undeniable. And his smile—God. Just imagining his smile made my stomach tumble and flip. It was like having a crush on a high school football player while you're still in middle school: unrealistic, but fun to dream. My fingers played with the waistband on my pajama pants. I could imagine it easily: him in his suit in his office, me sitting before him on his desk. He wasn't talking about a baby this time. Marcus was holding my hand, strumming the back softly with his thumb and gazing up into my eyes. "You're so beautiful, Shannon," he whispered, bringing my hand up to his mouth and kissing it lightly.

In this sequel to "Making the Billionaire's Baby," Shannon is disappointed that she's not pregnant yet, but she and Marcus haven't given up. Their secret encounters to fulfill the contract are getting riskier, and when the billionaire whisks her away for the weekend, Shannon realizes there might be more on the line than just the pregnancy and the money. An intimate encounter at the lake has her questioning everything, and when Marcus has to cut the weekend short, she wonders what the mysterious billionaire may be hiding. This 14,000 word short story contains explicit material, including sexual situations, and is intended for adults only. Excerpt: "Well, we're alone now." He leaned forward, one of his hands lightly grasping my hip. His touch flashed through me like electricity, making my stomach flip. "What is this?" I asked, pulling away, pretending to be interested in the construction. I was nervous again. Being with Marcus was so intimidating and I felt unprepared. Plus things were a little weird. How was one supposed to act when you have a secret contract that allows a billionaire to impregnate you? He folded his arms over his chest. I could see the definition of his arms through the sleeves of his shirt. "We recently bought this floor. They've gutted it and we're remodeling. Soon it'll be filled with cubicles." "How dreamy," I said with a smirk. "Well, truth be told, I only did it to impress you." His green eyes glittered as he grabbed me suddenly. It was unexpectedly playful and affectionate and it caught me off guard. Pressed against his warm chest I felt my body melting to puddy. I didn't realize how much I missed him and now that I was in his arms I just wanted to stay there, letting him hold me. "You only have 30 minutes for lunch, so we better get started." "Romantic." I raised an eyebrow and the billionaire laughed before tilting my chin up with the tip of his finger and kissing me. Gently he pulled me into the custodian closet. The space was big enough for both of us to stand comfortably. There were empty shelves against one wall and an industrial sink on the other. A single bare bulb flickered lightly above. Though we were alone on the floor, he closed the door, turning around and almost bumping into me. He laughed lightly and then wrapped his arms around me. Our mouths met like hungry lovers reunited after years of separation. Though we were safely hidden away, I was getting hot over the idea of getting caught. Anyone could come by and hear us in here. Marcus' hands roamed my body as if he couldn't remember me and needed to reacquaint himself with every inch of flesh. His mouth nibbled on my neck as he fumbled to unbutton my silk blouse. Each teasing bite ignited the wanting inside me.

This is part three of the "Making the Billionaire's Baby" series. Finally pregnant with the billionaire's baby, Shannon is having a hard time keeping their contract and the pregnancy a secret, especially when her best friend becomes suspicious about her expensive new apartment. Marcus is increasingly busy with work and Shannon hasn't seen him in months. Even in their time apart, her feelings for him are growing stronger and she questions their arrangement. When it's finally time for her to meet Marcus's wife and convince her to adopt the baby, Shannon realizes what a mess she's gotten herself into and starts to wonder if she'll ever be able to go through with it. This 13,000 word short story contains explicit material, including sexual situations, and is intended for adults only. Excerpt: "Miss Martinson," she said, shaking my hand weakly before turning back to the house and walking ahead of me. "I'm Hannah, Mrs. Harmon's assistant. Please follow me." I hurried to keep up, following her down a hallway that led toward the center of the house, giving me glimpses of the rooms as we passed by open doorways. Everything looked like a catalog spread. The furniture was new and pristine. The artwork complemented the wall colors, which complemented the fabrics, which complemented the tiny nick-nacks spread here and there to add personality. Everything was in its proper place, as if tiny elves sped around dusting and tidying when no one was looking. Eventually the hallway opened into an entryway, a staircase winding up to the second floor. We took a right, heading through a large doorway into the sitting room. Though ornate light fixtures hung from the ceilings, the room was illuminated by bright midday sunlight, pouring in through the wall sized window opposite the doorway. The billionaire's wife was already there, perched on a square leather couch scrolling through her phone. She wore a sky blue business suit (though I knew from Marcus she hadn't worked in nearly a decade) and white pumps, her ankles crossed neatly. As we approached, the clacking of the assistant's shoes on the hardwood floor signaled our arrival. Mrs. Harmon looked up, an over-exaggerated smile already spread across her perfectly made face. She rose in a single smooth movement, her hand outstretched. "Hello, Shannon, it's nice to meet you." I shook her hand gingerly, her skin soft and a little greasy from moisturizer. Her perfume wafted around me, another oppressive reminder of how put-together her life was. I secretly hoped to see some sort of immediate flaw—a crooked nose or a wayward mole, maybe even an indication that she liked to kick puppies. Instead, she could be any other woman strolling the sidewalks downtown, wandering in and out of fashion boutiques, a Starbucks latte in hand. And her beauty, whether manufactured (like her bleached blonde hair) or natural (like her eyes, the color of the ocean) was overwhelming. I could see how Marcus loved her—she was the perfect arm candy for a billionaire. "Likewise, Mrs. Harmon." I smiled, hoping she didn't notice that my hands were shaking. "Please, call me Crystal,"

This is part four of the six-part "Making the Billionaire's Baby" series. As the weight of her decision to make a secret baby with billionaire Marcus becomes apparent, Shannon realizes she's made a huge mistake. But now that she's signed the contract to let the billionaire's wife adopt her baby, Shannon has no other choice but to go along with their original plan and hide her feelings for Marcus. When an old flame comes back into her life, Shannon makes a decision that could put everything at risk. This 13,000 word short story contains explicit material, including sexual situations, and is intended for adults only. Excerpt: When the door closed behind them I let out a long breath. What the hell had I gotten myself into? Watching them together like this—how could I give them my child and let them raise it? Sure I didn't really want a baby right now in my life, but what the hell was I thinking when I signed that contract? Was this really worth all of that money—making a baby just to sell it? I pushed back my chair and just as I stood up, the door opened again. I expected Tracy was coming to herd me back to my desk, but Marcus rushed into the room, his arms around me before I could react. When his lips met mine, I melted into his embrace, all of the weirdness of the meeting completely gone. Our lips parted but his hands roamed my body. "I can't believe how much you riled her up," he hissed, his breath hot against my ear. "She was full-on panicking." He kissed me again, our bodies pressed together, mine awaking with wanting. Was he going to take me right here, in this conference room? It was such a bad idea, but I wanted it more than anything. Finally he pulled away, stepping back so only the palatable desire in the air still linked us. "She thinks it's my fault. I'm going to hear it tonight. Don't do that again. You have to play nice." I nodded, hoping this scolding was just more foreplay. "Call her this afternoon. Set up the meeting with the lawyer for the contract. Tell her you were being hard on her to be sure we were the right couple. Invite her to your next doctor appointment." I nodded again, trying not to visibly pant, but my heart was pounding in my chest and I just wanted to grab him, to be consumed by him. "All right." He turned towards the door, but I grabbed his hand, tugging him toward me. He looked down briefly, then gently slid out of my grasp. "We have to play by the rules. This is a dangerous game and everything is at stake. We can't get distracted." My hand dropped to my side. Marcus looked up at me, waiting to see that I understood. I didn't want to agree. I didn't want to play this game anymore. What had I gotten myself into? But I couldn't back out. Even if it all was starting to feel like a giant mistake. "Okay," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Marcus nodded and left the room without another word.

This is part 5 of the 6 part "Making the Billionaire's Baby" series. Ever since the billionaire's confession of his love for Shannon, her life felt like it was heading toward a happy ending. But now with tensions mounting at Marcus's company and her ex Carl's curiosity about who is the father of her baby, everything is at risk. It all comes to head in one dramatic day at the MedTech offices as Shannon begins to wonder if her dreams will ever come true or if she made a mistake that she will regret for the rest of her life. This 9,500 word short story contains explicit material, including sexual situations, and is intended for adults only. Excerpt: "Your assistant was gone," I said, closing the door behind me. Marcus was leaning over his desk, papers spread out in front of him. "I sent her on an errand," he said, sitting back in his chair. He had dark circles under his eyes. "What's going on? Did something happen?" "What?" He raised an eyebrow as he stacked his papers and put them in his drawer. "You summoned me at work—this breaks, like, five rules." "Oh!" He laughed and pushed his chair back from his desk, holding out his hands. "No, no. I just missed you." I walked over, letting him take my hands. His palms were dry and rough. He seemed disheveled. "Do you want to talk?" I asked. Besides our secret hotel trysts, we didn't see each other much anymore. "Not quite." He brought my hand to his mouth and kissed it, looking up at me with a blatant desire in his eyes. "Marcus!" I hissed, feeling my cheeks blushing even though we were the only ones in the room. "We can't do that." "Why not? This is the last chance we'll get to do it here in this office. I'd hate to leave MedTech with that kind of regret, wouldn't you?" I couldn't help smiling. The idea was totally hot. "What if someone catches us?" I couldn't help whispering. Marcus pulled me down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing me. I pushed away, giggling a little. "Marcus, I'm serious." "So am I," he said, sliding his hand under my skirt, massaging my thigh. "What if Tracy comes back?" "She won't." He kissed me again, as if that was his final argument and he'd won. His advances were hard to resist and I'd missed him the last few days, laying alone in my bed at night, wishing his warm body was there next to me. He was certainly close to me now, the fabric of my tights the only thing separating us.

This is the final part of the 6 part "Making the Billionaire's Baby" series. After her secret relationship with the billionaire is revealed to the world, Shannon becomes front-page tabloid news. At the same time, Marcus's career is destroyed as his company undergoes a federal investigation. As Shannon finds out more of Marcus's secrets, she's unsure about her future and what else Marcus is hiding from her. As she investigates the billionaire's past she realizes everyone has their own secrets... This 16,000 word short story contains explicit material and is intended for adults only.