Page 28 of Accidental Theirs (Alpha Billionaire Daddies #6)

I know I’m playing hostess at his place, but I’m very grateful for his help today.

“Just water is fine. Been drinking too much lately.”

“Been stressed?”

“Something like that.”

Always so mysterious.

I make him a cold glass of water and slide it across the marble.

He sips it while I crack open my soda.

“Pizza should be here in fifteen.”

“Thank God.” I head to his living area and plop down on the comfortable couch.

He sits down next to me. “Put your feet up.”

And just like the other night, I drape my feet over his lap.

He starts to rub his thumbs into my heels, and I moan.

“You keep making sounds like that, and the pizza will get cold,” he warns, and I laugh.

Something pokes me as I sit back against the arm of the couch, and I reach behind me to pull out a small, framed picture.

Sebastian makes a distressed noise as I look down at it.

A pretty woman looks back at me, her blonde curls framing her face, her blue eyes bright, teeth showing as she smiles at the camera.

He snatches the picture out of my hand, putting it face down on the coffee table.

“Bash... Who is that?” I ask quietly, and he doesn’t answer, staring straight ahead, his thumbs still pressing into the arch of my foot.

I’m about to ask again when he finally speaks .

“My wife,” he mumbles, and shock rushes through me.

The doorbell rings before I can get my thoughts together to respond, and he stands up quickly, going to get the pizza.

He sets it out on the table, and I slowly come into the open dining area, sitting down at the table.

“Sebastian,” I start, but he looks up at me with pleading blue eyes.

“Don’t,” he rasps, his eyes wet. “Please don’t ask. Not yet.”

I close my mouth, my heart aching for him.

I don’t know what the story is, but clearly, Sebastian had a hard time with his past.

I make conversation through dinner, eating three pieces of pizza, my belly swelling with food.

“Is baby happy now?” Sebastian asks after we’re done, and I nod happily, sitting back from the table.

His eyes have darkened as he looks at me, and I raise an eyebrow.

“Do I have sauce on my face?”

He shakes his head, getting out of his chair and getting down on his knees in front of me.

“These little skirts you wear.” He spreads his hands up my thighs, under my skirt.

I tremble with need.

“You don’t like them?” My voice sounds high-pitched, a little nervous.

Sebastian can be a lot when he wants to be, and he seems to be on a mission.

Is he trying to forget someone? The woman in the picture? Did she break his heart?

Sebastian groans, tracing along the edge of my panties on my hip, bunching my skirt up.

I lift my hips, and he slides my panties off me as I scoot to the edge of the chair in anticipation.

“I need to taste you.” His eyes are hungry on my bare sex .

I spread my thighs, and he loops them over his shoulders, leaning down to tease at my lower lips with his tongue.

My breath hitches at the sensation as I rock my hips forward.

He flattens his tongue, sliding it across my clit, and I gasp, already close to the edge.

Being pregnant is like the biggest aphrodisiac in the world, I guess. Either that, or I’m just really worked up for Sebastian.

I have to admit, seeing him open up even a little bit goes a long way to me having real feelings for him. Feelings that aren’t just sexual.

He moans against me, latching his full lips around my aching clit, and flicking his tongue against it.

I’m rocking my hips and coming in moments, crying out.

“Bash, fuck,” I gasp, holding on to the bottom of the chair with white knuckles.

Sebastian abruptly stands up, licking his lips and sweeping the remains of the pizza off the table. He lifts me effortlessly, putting me on my back on the wood.

He doesn’t bother removing the rest of my clothes or his, just freeing himself from his slacks and spreading my thighs wider, pressing into me while I’m still pulsing from my first orgasm.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” I’m scarcely able to breathe, my head spinning with lust.

“So fucking wet for me, little girl.” His breath comes shorter as he slowly enters me, his hips twitching as I writhe on the table, wanting more, wanting harder, faster.

“Please.” I look up at him with wide eyes, and he smirks down at me.

“Can’t seem to help but give you everything you want.”

His hips snap into mine, and I bark out a cry as he plunges in and out of me .

This is what I’ve needed. Mindless, rough sex, nothing I have to worry about.

Making love to Dominic the other night had only confused me.

At least this, I completely understand. It’s just physical, just skin on skin, each of us chasing our peaks.

Maybe this is what Sebastian needs, too, after his high emotions today.

“Are you going to come again for me, Olivia?”

“Yes.” I barely manage to speak, so focused on the pressure building in my lower stomach. “Yes, yes, don’t stop.”

“Couldn't if I wanted to, baby girl. You feel so fucking good.”

His words send more pleasure rushing through me, and my second orgasm hits me hard, making me arch my back off the table as he holds on to me.

He lets out a string of curses when he spills inside me, a growl building in his throat.

It almost sends me over the edge again , and my head is fuzzy when he slowly pulls out of me.

I clutch at him, and Sebastian chuckles, sweeping me up in his arms, bridal style and taking me to his bedroom.

It’s still relatively early, but the moon is high and after all of that, I’m exhausted, my eyelids feeling heavy.

“The mess,” I mutter, and Sebastian smiles.

“Don’t worry about it, little girl. The maid comes in the morning.”

“All of you with your maids,” I say sleepily, pulling off my blouse as he sits me down on the bed.

Sebastian undresses, too, and I watch his abdomen ripple as he tugs off his shirt and shucks off his slacks.

“Maids need jobs, and I hate cleaning.”

I hum, nearly asleep as he crawls into bed next to me, pulling me close .

He pats my hair, and I nuzzle against his neck.

“You’re exhausted. Get some sleep.”

My eyelids do feel droopy, but there’s something I want to ask him. Something I need to know before I get into this too deep.

“The woman in the picture. She’s your... ex-wife?”

Stony silence fills the air, and it wakes me up a bit.

I sit up on one elbow, looking at him intently. “Bash?”

“I asked you not to ask me about that,” he says flatly.

“I need to know.”

He turns to look at me, searching my face. “Not an ex-wife.”

I bolt upright in bed. “You’re still married ?”

“In a manner of speaking.”

I frown. “Sebastian. You have to tell me what’s going on. I can’t be having a baby with a married man...”

He lets out a shaking breath. “Okay, okay. Calm down. I’ll tell you.”

I keep my frown as I look at him, but he won’t look back at me, looking down at his hands in his lap.

“Her name was Sophie.” His voice is so low I can barely hear him. “We were married in the spring, nearly seventeen years ago.”

He pauses, and I don’t know if he’s going to continue, but he does, still looking down at his hands, speaking as if every word hurts.

“We were married for almost eighteen months when she was diagnosed with breast cancer.”

Realization sweeps over me, and my heart aches.

“Oh, Bash,” I whisper, tears filling my eyes.

He hitches in a breath that sounds almost like a sob. “The other night, when you came over... that was her birthday. We met on her birthday. She was at a party, and I’ve never seen anyone shine so bright. ”

Oh, my God.

And I’d judged him, called him a playboy when he was just trying to get through what must be the hardest day of the year.

“Sebastian, I’m so sorry.”

He wipes at his eyes with the heels of his hands, his chest heaving. “She was diagnosed near Christmas. She was gone before her birthday in March.”

I can’t stop myself from climbing into his lap and putting my arms around his neck. I press my forehead to his.

He doesn’t pull away, still trying to get himself under control.

“You don’t have to be so strong, you know? It’s okay to not be okay sometimes.”

“I try not to think about her. Unless it’s her birthday.” He sounds far away, numb. “On her birthday, I let myself remember everything.”

A sob catches in his chest, and he buries his face in my neck.

Shocked at his vulnerability, I rub small circles on his back, murmuring comforts as he cries.

Slowly, he pulls away, wiping at his face.

I climb off him, wanting to give him some space, but he puts a hand on my thigh as if he doesn’t want to lose the connection.

“You really loved someone. I think that’s beautiful, even if it ended.”

Sebastian clears his throat, his cheeks reddening. “Sorry about all that.”

“Don’t you dare apologize. I can’t imagine losing someone like that.”

“I hope you never have to.” He groans, lying down flat on the bed and glaring up at the ceiling. “You can go now and leave me to die. ”

I laugh out loud and wiggle under the covers next to him. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily, old man.”

He winces, but he’s grinning as he puts his arms around me.

Sebastian falls asleep before I do, and I can’t help lying there awake in his arms for the longest time.

Poor Sebastian, losing his wife like that.

The way he opened up, though... it’s making me see him in a new light. Maybe he would be a good father.

Maybe... maybe we’d be good together.