Alpha Billionaire Series
Baby Surprise Chapter 3

CHRISTOPHER

I didn't need to know her name; I just needed to taste her. She was a cool breeze on this sweltering night. Her shiny red lips were a beacon to me, lost in a sea of despair of my own making.

I walked out of my office and a quick text later found myself hitching a ride to Nashville in my buddy's Cessna. I asked if he was going anywhere fun. I wanted to be anywhere but in Atlanta where my mother's spies could see me.

I was well into my drink when something clicked and shifted in my head. Not only did I have to show up and look like I knew what I was doing, I had to be sober. Being present was never going to be enough. My entire future was at stake. By the time the most beautiful woman I had seen in years stepped onto that rooftop balcony, I was sober and thinking clearly. And it was a good thing, because drunk me never would have stood a chance with her.

The curls of her hair held onto my fingers as if they were sentient. I didn't mind being trapped, as long as she smiled up at me with those big soft eyes, and that perfect mouth.

"I am most definitely propositioning you," I growled. She tasted like sweet perfection.

She bit her lip and considered me. With a slight hum, she pulled her phone from her back pocket and texted something. She lifted the phone. "What's your name?" Her attention was not on me at all.

"CJ, Why? Did you just take a picture of me?"

"I did. If I go missing, you're the last person to have seen me. My friends now have your picture. A girl can't be too careful these days."

"And I suppose you'll text them the hotel and room number when we get back to my room?"

"Of course." She gave me a little almost shy smile. It went straight to my cock and balls. Damn, she was coming home with me tonight.

Home for the night was the downtown Marriott, room 627. And this woman was coming with me. I held out my hand. She slipped hers into mine. Her fingers were soft, and her hand felt hot against mine. I couldn't wait to feel those hands on my body.

I was glad I had the forethought to book a room. I didn't think my little bride's maid, as her entirely too tight pink T-shirt identified her as, had a room that she wasn't sharing. I wanted to spend time with this one; I didn't want to be rushed because her roommate might come back. It would have been a total cock block to have to scramble to replace a room at this time of night.

"What time are you expected in the morning?" I asked.

"Planning on how much time you have to hide the body?"

"You're really cute. I like to gauge my actions appropriately to the allotted time. It would be a real shame to bring my long game when you've got to be somewhere in fifteen minutes."

"And it would suck to see how you perform under pressure when you have time, and bam you're already done?"

"Precisely."

She lifted her brows and pursed her lips together. Her eyes twinkled. She didn't say anything until we were out on the street. It took me a moment to get my orientation before I started walking toward the hotel.

"Technically I should be back for breakfast. But considering how drunk everyone is," she paused and then giggled. "No one is going to be up for anything before ten. So, you can bring your long game."

I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and pulled her against my chest. "I plan on it."

With a giggle she slid her hands under the hem of my shirt and around my abs.

"Oh, wow," she said with a little gasp. She ran her hands in soft ticklish movements across my abs and up my ribs.

I pushed her hands down. "Have patience darling, you can explore all you want when we get back to my room. You're making it hard to walk."

"Sorry, not sorry. You feel so good."

I loved the way her voice purred.

The room felt cold in comparison to the heat of the roof terrace. The sweat that covered my skin prickled with the chill.

"Why is it so cold inside here?"

I crossed the room, ready to explain it as a mere contrast to the heat of the night, but she was right. It was arctic. The AC unit had been set insanely low, and it had all afternoon and evening at that setting. I hadn't bothered to come up to the room when I checked into the hotel. It wasn't as if I had brought anything with me. I just needed a place to stay, since my buddy wasn't flying out again until the morning, and I wanted to be close to the bars.

She was rubbing her arms and shivering by the time I reset the temperature to something less frigid and was back wrapping myself around her. She pressed against me and hummed as I kissed her.

"I'm a weird combination of too sweaty and too cold to want to get naked," she giggled. "You want to take a shower?"

I don't know if I just groaned or if I managed to say yes before, I began pressing her back toward the bathroom. A shower sounded like the best idea. I wanted to get her naked and slippery and run my hands all over her body.

Inside the bathroom, I spun the taps, and hot water steamed from the shower head.

"Not too hot," she said.

I adjusted the temperature to something I thought would be comfortable. I pressed her down onto the toilet seat with the lid down and began pulling her boots off. They were clearly new, and the white socks she had on underneath were stained red and blue from a combination of sweat and dyed leather. I tossed them out of the bathroom, they hit the far wall of the hotel room with two resounding thuds.

I kicked my loafers off after them. If we weren't careful, later we would probably trip over the shoes I had tossed. I already had a few buttons on my shirt undone, so I was able to pull it over my head.

"Oh, that is nice," she said, admiring my chest.

I splayed a hand over my pecs. "You like it? Let me see yours."

With a squirm that sent electrical shock waves straight to my cock, she pulled her pink bride's maid shirt over her head, exposing bountiful breasts in a functional flesh-toned bra that, honestly, was maybe a little too tight, and all kinds of sexy.

Her body undulated with her movements as she stood up and then pushed her shorts to the floor, leaving her standing in a pair of black panties. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

I didn't need to be told twice. My jeans and shorts were pushed off and tossed into the main part of the hotel room with our shoes. I turned to get rid of my clothes, and when I twisted back, her bra was gone.

My gaze locked onto her breasts, the nipples pointed straight at me, all dusty rose, and a bit more tan than pink. The rest of her was tan, spray booth perfection. I doubted she sunbathed in the n**e. A slim line of manicured curls demanded my attention between her legs.

I licked my lips. She was better than any metaphor I could think of. I couldn't think, she was naked and delicious. I stepped into the shower and pulled her in with me.

Her skin against mine, under the warm pulse of the shower, was the best thing I had ever felt, ever hoped to experience in my life. I wasn't some kind of a late virgin or a monk, but I could not remember when a woman's body fit so naturally against mine. I kissed her mouth and slicked the water away from her face and chased it down her hair with long strokes of my touch. My hands glided over her skin as if there was no friction between us. She was everything soft, and sexy. And she was not shy.

I moaned with pleasure, and thanks when she cupped my balls and wrapped her fingers around my c**k. She caressed me and then ran her hand over my hip and back up my abs. I wasn't normally ticklish, but the way she touched my skin had me clenching my stomach and trying to pull away while wanting more of her touch.

I ran my hands over her ribs, and she wiggled and pulled in on herself, plumping her breasts. She giggled and bit her lip and looked hungrily at me. It was hard to tear away from her gaze, but those breasts and nipples were calling to me.

I palmed one of her breasts, flicking my thumb over the hard peak of her n****e.

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth in pleasure. The break in eye contact freed me to lower my head and suck her into my mouth. Damn, she was heaven on my tongue. I scraped my teeth on her n****e, and the gasp she made was pure s*x to my ears.

I turned so the water hit my back, and I pressed her against the shower wall. I kneaded one breast while I sucked on the other. With my free hand, I found that magic strip of curls between her legs. Like a guiding path, I followed it between her folds. She was slick with desire. I found her c**t and circled it before plunging my fingers farther back and replaceing her depths.

She shuddered as I slid my fingers into her.