Page 18 of Oops Baby for the Billionaire (Oops Baby #3)
Roman
Willa is fast asleep when I quietly slip past her to use the shower in the morning.
Not just asleep, but tangled in her sheets, her naked body on luscious display, her hand between her thighs.
In the shower, my cock begs to be taken in hand and dealt with, but I ignore him.
I’ve jerked off enough in the last four months, remembering our first time together. The next time I come will be inside her.
Cranking the hot water off completely, I let the cold water take the edge off my lust. Then I soap up and rinse off.
I slept like shit on the living room couch, and I’m sure it’s more comfortable than the faded, paint-stained sofa she’s been sleeping on.
As I towel off, then wrap the white terrycloth around my hips, I’m thinking about calling her in sick and letting her sleep in.
But that won’t be necessary, I realize when I step back into the bedroom.
Willa’s awake.
And she’s curled up against the padded headboard, the sheet barely covering her as if she was waiting for me to appear in nothing but a towel so she can tempt me again.
“Good morning,” she says, a smile playing at her mouth.
I nod.
My cock flexes against the towel.
She giggles.
“He says good morning, too.”
She nods. “Do you have to go to work immediately?”
“Have to? No. Should I? Yes, after I feed you breakfast.” I rake a hungry gaze over her as I walk backwards to the door. “Get dressed.”
“I slept on it,” she calls after me as I hightail it to the living room.
Overnight, one of my staff dropped off a few suits, so I change into dress pants and a pressed shirt, then go to the kitchen.
By the time Willa joins me, I have coffee going in two machines.
“Regular and decaf,” I explain. “And there’s an instant kettle if you prefer tea, or?—”
“Coffee’s great.” She crosses to me and I take her into my arms. “That was a nice way to wake up. Seeing you come out of the bathroom with a hard-on.”
I groan and lower my mouth to hers. She tastes like toothpaste.
I’m in love.
She tangles her fingers in my still damp hair and tugs as I deepen the kiss.
“Do you wear it back every day?” she asks after we finish kissing, at least the first round. Her voice is breathless and her lips are swollen.
“Yes.”
She smiles.
“What?”
“Does that mean that I’m the only one who gets to see it down?”
I’m smiling now, too. “Yes.”
She squirms against the counter.
Fuck.
“You like that?”
“Mm-hmm.”
I catch her by the waist and pull her hard against me. She’s wearing pants again, and I’m glad for that, because if she was wearing a skirt, all bets would be off.
“Good,” I growl before stealing another kiss.
Then I put the island between us, and force her to admit what expensive breakfast foods taste surprisingly good to her.
She insists on walking over to work alone, because it’s weird for the CEO to shadow her all the way to her cubicle.
I disagree. After less than twenty-four hours, I think it’s weird for us to be separated all day.
Instead of going upstairs to the executive floor, I head to the IT department and ask them for a new phone for Willa, because I’ve noticed that hers is an older model with a cracked screen.
Then, out of a respect for her privacy, I send one of them to deliver it to her, with a note with my phone number scrawled on it tucked into a sealed envelope.
I know we’ve done things out of order, gorgeous, but one of my many regrets is that I didn’t give you my number that night.
So I’m doing so now, hoping you might text me during your work day.
I think, if everything were different, maybe that’s something we would have done in the early days of getting to know each other?
Because I would have missed you. I did miss you, in fact. And I miss you right now.
Then I force myself upstairs.
It doesn’t take long for a new text to arrive.
This is Willa
Roman
Hi Willa, this is Roman, in case you forgot… guy from the terrace?
Willa
I remember
What are you doing today?
I’m at work. You?
Same. But I’m free for dinner, if that’s not too forward.
I should be…I have to see if I can ditch my new roommate, though. He’s a bit of an ogre.
Oh no, that’s terrible. But also, it sort of sounds like you have a crush on this guy.
How did you get that from “he’s a bit of an ogre”?
Reading between the lines
He won’t have sex with me, though
Ah, a stupid ogre
Not stupid… just principled
And what do you think about those principles today?
He’s actually pretty smart… I think I’m going to have dinner with you, and then I’m going to sleep with him tonight, but we’re both going to have to wear old-fashioned, buttoned-up-to-the-neck pajamas
I assume she’s joking.
But then I get a heads-up from my chauffeur that she heads out at lunch for a quick shopping trip, and when she returns, she’s carrying a department store bag.
Willa
Can’t hang out after work, I’m having dinner with a hot guy I hooked up with a few months ago. But once I get back from dinner with him, I have something special to show you.
I laugh and go along with her joke.
Roman
Who is this other guy? Can I murder him for bloodsport in front of you?
Willa
Sadly, no. While you are a giant ogre, he is even bigger than you…in every way.
Sounds like his massive cock will slow him down. I bet I can take him.
You’ll never meet him, unfortunately. Gotta go! Work calls. Oh, I hope you like thick flannel.
Definitely not joking.