Carrying the Billionaire's Baby Series

Billionaire businessman Alexander Atherstone wants April O’Connor to be his surrogate and deliver him a child — but he wants to impregnate her the old fashioned way. April is reluctant to buy into the mysterious man’s unorthodox ways, but the billionaire has an offer that’s hard to refuse. Will April sign the billionaire’s contract and agree to let him impregnate her? And will April and Mr. Atherstone’s relationship stay purely professional, even after a night of steamy passion? WARNING: This 8,500 word story is a work of erotic romance with scenes of vividly-described sex between a regular girl and a powerful alpha male billionaire, impregnation, breeding, oral sex and a powerfully erotic conclusion. AN EXCERPT My body tensed as I lay naked on the bed. I shut my eyes, darkening things further. His footsteps drew closer on the tile floors of the penthouse. I knew he was close. I drew a deep breath in as I heard him approach. I was nervous. Nervous but excited. Scared, yes, but somehow I knew this would all end up okay. “Turn over,” he said. His voice was soft but firm. I complied. I didn’t think twice. After all, this was more than just sex — this was a job. This was a contract. Rolling over, my face buried in a pillow, flat on my stomach, I waited. I ran my hands up and touched the headboard above me. His belt buckle jingled as he slipped it off his waist. I could hear the soft rustle of his clothing being placed aside. I tried not to peek, but couldn’t help myself — with hair over my face, I glanced behind me, and saw him. I saw all of him. Mr. Atherstone was in perfect shape for a man his age, with a smooth stomach and toned arms. But it was his manhood that really stood out. He was hard, sticking straight out, long and thick. I felt my own arousal building again as he watched him move toward me. His eye caught mine — I was never very good at furtive glances — and he gave me that same half-smile. Then he reached down and ran a hand up and down the length of his manhood, keeping his eyes locked with mine. He stepped toward me quickly. “Put your hips up,” he said again. I obeyed without thinking. I had never had a lover who had been so direct — so certain about what they desired of me. I liked that he didn’t mince words. I raised my naked rear-end up, supporting myself on my knees. And then I felt him step onto the bed. He lowered his body over mine, enveloping me with warmth and the sweet subtle scent of his cologne. I could feel him against my back, throbbing again and again. He drew a hand over my arm, lightly — barely touching my skin. But his touch was electric. I had to fight not to squirm beneath him. “I’m so glad you said yes, Ms. O’Connor,” he whispered, his lips so close to my neck that I could feel the words brush up against me.

April O’Connor has accepted the billionaire’s offer. She’ll carry Alexander Atherstone’s baby, and she’ll let him impregnate her the old fashioned way. But the passionate days and nights she’s spending with the billionaire while trying to conceive are leaving her with a lot of unanswered questions. Just who is Alexander Atherstone and why does he want to have a child with her, like this? Can April find a way to learn the truth? WARNING: This 9,300 word story is a work of erotic romance with scenes of vividly-described sex between a regular girl and a powerful alpha male billionaire, impregnation, outdoor sex, exhibitionism, breeding, oral sex and a powerfully erotic conclusion. EXCERPT I turned to face him and wordlessly gripped the sides of my shirt. I pulled it up over my head quickly and kicked it to the side. The night air caressed my skin, so cold that I could barely stand it. But I was determined to give Alexander what he needed. I wanted him to put his seed inside me tonight. I undid my jeans and slipped them down, standing in front of him in just a mismatched set of bra and panties. I wished for a second that I had made more of an effort to dress up for him, but then he stood up quickly and slipped his arm around my back — his hands so warm against my bare skin — and I knew he didn’t care. “Take me?” I whispered, my lips close to his ear as he embraced me. I didn’t meant it to sound like a question, but after all the emotion of the evening, a part of me still worried he wouldn’t want me to carry his child anymore. But there was no sign of that. Instead, he gripped me tighter, his hands caressing my bare back. Finally, our eyes met — and I could tell he was feeling a million different kinds of emotion, but mostly a yearning. He wasted no time in telling me what he wanted. “Stand over there,” he ordered. “Lean over the railing.” I was never a big fan of heights, but I was compelled to obey — to do whatever he asked. I stepped slowly to the railing along the edge of the rooftop. My hands gripped the rail. The metal was cool against my bare stomach as I leaned against it. I took one look down, then shut my eyes. High atop the Atherstone Tower, the distance to the ground was dizzying. He approached me from behind, his hands drifting down my bare sides and across my back. He fingered the clasp of my bra, then unsnapped it. The feeling of outdoor air on my sensitive nipples shocked me enough that I let my eyes snap open, just for a moment — enough time to watch my purple bra fall from the edge of the building down into the abyss below us. I shut my eyes again. His hands ran across my bare breasts, brushing against my erect nipples. I could feel all of him now, pressed against my back. The thin material of my cotton panties and his suit pants did little to disguise the feeling of his erect manhood pressing against me. I felt his lips against the nape of my neck, peppering me with soft kisses. The intensity of the situation was almost intoxicating. I didn’t dare open my eyes, but the feeling of his touch, our bodies pressed together and the crispness of the night air brought an extreme arousal. I wanted more. As if reading my mind, he kept one hand on my breast and let another drift down the curve of my stomach. His pushed past the waistband of my panties and with a gasp I felt his soft touch against my wetness. He let his hand linger there, just lightly brushing against me, as he tweaked my nipple with his other hand. I moaned softly into the night, pushing back against the hardness in his pants. Finally, he let a finger slip inside me. The penetration sent a jolt of pleasure through me, so strong that I felt my knees buckle. I opened my eyes and cried out — a mix of pleasure and terror, fearful that I might fall. But Alexander’s strong arms gripped me tight around my waist. “I got you,” he said quietly, his face close to mine. And I k

April O’Connor is pregnant with the billionaire’s heir. She signed a contract agreeing to be his surrogate, but her passionate nights with the enigmatic Alexander Atherstone have made it hard for her to keep things strictly business. The billionaire has revealed to her a side of him that she finds hard to resist, and as her due date draws closer she starts to wonder if she’ll really be able to leave this child — and this man — behind. But could an ordinary girl like April ever really find romance with such a powerful man? Find out when this story of the billionaire and his surrogate comes to an erotic and romantic end. WARNING: This 12,700 word story is a work of erotic romance with scenes of vividly-described sex between a regular girl and a powerful alpha male billionaire, impregnated sex, oral sex and a powerfully erotic conclusion. EXCERPT “Are you okay with trying this?” Mr. Atherstone asked as we entered the bedroom I had come to think of as my own. “I am... but, I mean, we don’t have to,” I said, my face growing flush. I gestured at my swollen body. “I know I’m not exactly the most attractive thing in the world right now. I’ll understand if you don’t...” He shot me a glance, then let the hint of a smile come to his lips. He didn’t say anything else. He didn’t need to. I fell into his arms and he held me tight. It felt so good to be close to him again. “Take me,” I whispered against his ear, as his hands caressed my back. “I’ll be gentle,” he promised. “I trust you.” I didn’t look very sexy in my maternity wear, but he didn’t seem to care. His firm hands pressed against my shoulders, and lightly directed me to turn around, so my back pressed against him. I could feel the warmth of his breath against my neck, and then he kissed me there, lightly — and then again. I felt a warm feeling wash through me. It was a feeling I hadn’t felt in a long time. I wanted more. As if on cue, his hands ran down my sides and trailed gently over my swollen stomach before finding the buttons of my blouse. I held my breath as he worked his way down, still peppering the back of my neck with the soft touch of his lips. He pulled the blouse down from my shoulders and tossed it aside. I shivered in the cold room with my body exposed to the air, and pushed myself back against his warmth. With our bodies pressed together, I could feel the stirrings of his manhood. I could feel his passion coming to life. Still with my back pressed against him, he ran his hands up and over the cups of my bra. My breasts were enormous, having grown far beyond their normal size over the course of the pregnancy. Alexander gave them lots of attention, cupping them with his hands through the material of my bra and sending little jolts of pleasure through me. “I missed you,” I said, as a moan escaped my lips. My own hands rested against my pregnant stomach, which only made me more cognizant of the wonderful thing the two of us had made together the last time we were so close. His stopped, and a moment of heavy silence hung in the room. I regretted my words immediately. I had taken things too far, hadn’t I? This is a business relationship, April, I reminded myself. All business. But I didn’t have time to mentally punish myself for long. Instead, Alexander turned me around to face him, and wordlessly brought his lips to mine. His kiss was passionate and deep, with his arms pulling me close against him, enveloping me in his warmth. I melted into him, my pregnant belly between us. And I felt like I was home.