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  Table of Contents

  The Billionaire's Baby 4

  Copyright

  Book description

  1 - Hollie

  2 - Jude

  3 - Hollie

  4 - Jude

  5 - Hollie

  6 - Jude

  7 - Hollie

  Filthy Billionaires Sample

  mASSterclass Sample

  The Billionaire's Temptation Sample

  The Billionaire's Baby 4

  LILA BELLA

  Copyright © 2017 by Lila Bella. All rights reserved worldwide.

  No part of this publication may be replicated, redistributed, or given away in any form without the prior written consent of the author/publisher or the terms relayed to you herein.

  All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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  The Billionaire’s Baby

  When they find out who I am, they always want to know what it’s like to f*ck a billionaire. Screw that. I’ve got a kid to take care of.

  It’s true what they say: money can’t buy happiness. I can’t trust anybody, especially not all these gold diggers lining up outside my office. I don’t need another bimbo as my secretary–I’ve had more than enough already.

  No. This time, I need someone who can take care of what I cherish the most in this world: my baby girl. My new nanny is the only good thing that happened to me and my daughter ever since my ex-wife left me.

  But here’s the problem: I want her. She’s the most beautiful, most desirable woman I’ve ever seen–and I’ve seen a lot! I can’t risk it all. Giving in to the temptation could ruin everything... but I can’t help it: I’m falling for her.

  1 - Hollie

  “Hollie, come on, unlock the door.”

  He knocked again, but the sound seemed to come from far away. I sat on the side of his bed, sobbing into my hands. I felt like there was nothing I could do to help, nothing I could do to fix the situation, and I was starting to feel like there was no way out of it.

  Marie was going to keep playing head games with him, and with me through him, and we were never going to see Kaylee again.

  “You’re being childish, Hollie. What good is it going to do to lock yourself in my room?” His voice was starting to sound a little agitated. The tenderness I heard when he came upstairs was starting to fade, and I knew once that door was open, things weren’t going to be okay.

  Still, I didn’t answer. I glanced up from the floor, looking at the door standing between us, blank and oblivious to whatever reason I had for closing it.

  It was merely a door, a barrier put up to keep the world out of this room and away with me. It didn’t think, didn’t feel. But it was also a door and not a wall; it was meant to be opened when the time came.

  “You do realize I can open the door at any time. I have the key to it. Are you going to make me go downstairs and get it, or are you going to open the door so we can talk?”

  His voice was no longer sympathetic. He spoke to me through the door in the way I would expect him to talk to a rebellious child.

  I didn’t answer… there was no need. He was going to go downstairs and get the keys, come back, and open the door.

  If he decided to do that instead of leaving me to sulk and cry, I figured I didn’t have any choice but to talk to him. I didn’t expect him to actually do it. I figured he would have left me in there to sulk until I felt calm enough to come back out.

  Instead, after listening for an answer and not getting one, I heard his footsteps as he walked down the stairs across from the bedroom, and a moment later I heard the keys in his hand when he came back up.

  I sat and stared at the door while I listened to him inserting the key and turning the lock. It seemed to take an eternity for him to open the door, but it wasn’t like he was struggling with it or anything. It simply took longer than it should have.

  Everything happened in slow motion in front of me, but as the door opened and he walked in, I saw the annoyed expression on his face melt away. He saw me sitting on the edge of the bed, and all of the sympathy that had left his voice outside the door returned to his face.

  “How can you tell me that those texts are good news? How is it good news that Kaylee is with someone who doesn’t want her? Can you tell me that?”

  I didn’t wait for him to say anything or to even sit down next to me. If he wanted to talk, then I was going to talk.

  “You don’t see it Hollie? It’s the fact that she texted those words to me that is the good news. It means she has set herself up to fail here. She’s backed herself into a corner by texting me this.”

  “What are you talking about, Jude? How has she backed herself into a corner? All I see is that Kaylee is in a horrible situation. Marie has no reason not to go back on her word at any point.”

  I was missing the picture and not following what he was trying to tell me. The fact that she could so coldly admit she didn’t want her own daughter seemed pretty despicable to me and made me worry even more for Kaylee’s safety.

  “It means that I can show the police what she’s doing. She’s handed me evidence to use against her to get Kaylee back without starting an endless cycle of payoffs, and I may even be able to get her thrown behind bars in the process.”

  He knelt down in front of me and stared into my eyes as he finally explained himself to me.

  He put his hands on my knees, grounding us both in the moment while he knelt there. He balanced himself by holding onto me, and he connected himself me to, holding my attention and focus for a moment.

  I let his words sink in while I stared at him. I hadn’t thought about it the way he was explaining to me at all. It hadn’t seemed like the last piece of the puzzle, or the key to the whole problem to me at all, but that was how he viewed it, and his perspective was much more hopeful than mine had been.

  I leaned forward and threw my arms around his neck, pulling him close to me in an embrace. He brought his hands up to my sides and held me, pushing me back from him slightly as he moved closer to me. He sat me up straight and pulled my arms down from his neck.

  “We’re going to get Kaylee back,” he said, brushing my hair out of my face. “That’s what this means.”

  Then, he kissed me, placing one hand behind my head to hold our lips together, and the other at the base of my spine to pull me closer to him. My legs wrapped around his waist, and I could feel his firm, warm body pressing against me.

  As soon as our bodies touched, something inside me opened up, some deep hunger that wouldn’t be denied. It was as if all the emotions I’d been feeling had somehow starved my body of him, and his touch had awakened my lust, suddenly leaving me insatiable.

  I wanted him right then, at that very moment. I couldn’t wait any longer to have him, not that I realized I’d been waiting. Overcome with passion and desire, I reached for him.

  I grabbed at his shirt and started pulling. When it wouldn’t come up, I leaned back away from him, and started undoing the buttons on the front. My fingers worked to go all the way down his shirt, and once it was open, I pushed it off his shoulders.

  His lips were touching mine again as his shirt fell away, and I was pulling up his undershirt, forcing it up over his head so we had to break away from our kiss again. Then his hands were on me, pushing and pulling my clothes off.

  I lay back on the bed as my shirt came off and he pulled my pants down. His fingers brushed the skin along my legs as he pulled my panties down, exposing me to him.

  I spread my legs open for him and gasped as his fingers brushed my inner thigh. Arching my ba
ck, I moaned as his fingers slid between my legs and parted my wet lips.

  Every time he touched me, it felt like the first time, like my body was receiving him anew. As his fingers entered me, he leaned down and kissed the bare skin right above my slit.

  I buried my hands in his hair, and he kissed lower, slipping his tongue between my tender, sensitive folds.

  He quickly found my clit with the tip of his tongue and flicked it across the tiny ridge, sending pleasure shooting through my body—down my legs to my toes, up my sides and down my arms, to my hardening nipples, and even up my spine, causing me to deepen the arch in my back.

  “Fuck,” I cried, holding his head down between my legs with both hands.

  His fingers worked inside me, drawing me closer and closer to orgasm with each stroke, while his tongue threatened to take me there first by flicking across my clit. My thighs shook.

  It never took him long to please me; he knew exactly how to touch me, how to fuck me, to get me there right away. My heart raced, my breath came in sharp gasps, and my fingers curled tight in his hair.

  “I’m cumming,” I moaned.

  I felt his lips curl up into a smile against mine in response. He didn’t say anything—he couldn’t. He kept doing exactly what he was doing, adjusting the pace and intensity perfectly with my body’s response.

  He rubbed against my g-spot, licking my clit at the same time, while gently kissing me with his lips, and it happened—I erupted from deep within. I moaned with a shaky voice as my body quaked under his touch. I rolled my hips toward him, begging him for more than his fingers, lips, and tongue.

  “Take me, Jude,” I called out. “Please. I want you inside me.”

  I grabbed at his shoulders, his arms, his back, and tried to pull him up. I ran my thin fingers over his tense muscles, and it only made me want him more—to feel how strong his body was.

  He climbed up between my legs, losing his pants and boxers along the way. I felt his stiff shaft press against my lips as he positioned himself above me.

  He pressed his hips down against me, spreading my legs further apart again, parting me with his head pressed between my thin lips. I reached down and grabbed his firm ass, pulling him into me.

  I felt each inch pass through my opening, so hard and firm, so thick and long. He filled me with his manhood as he pushed all the way in, pressing his pelvis against my skin as he sank himself into me down to the base of his shaft.

  My lips wrapped tightly around his cock, and I clenched down on him, trying to hold him in and create more friction as he moved back and forth.

  He stroked himself with me slowly at first, taking a measured, protracted rhythm. My body continued to shake from my previous orgasm, but he was already adding pleasure on top of it.

  I pulled him harder, faster, until he was slamming into me. The sounds of our sex filled the room. I could hear the slapping of our skin, the shaking of his bedframe, his grunts above me, and my moans below.

  I opened my eyes to look at him, and I could see his fit, firm body above me, moving back and forth, tense, as he drilled me. He was a work of art, his body a piece of masculine perfection, a fine-tuned machine pounding me full of his delicious manhood.

  “Cum for me,” I called, as he stretched me around him, sliding in and out through my opening. I wasn’t sure my orgasm had ever stopped for him, as wave after wave of ecstasy flowed through me.

  He grunted above me, already close to his own fulfillment. He pressed his hard body against mine and held himself deep inside of me, grinding his hips into mine. I could feel him straining, growing harder ahead of his orgasm.

  Then, he pulled back and took himself in his hand, working himself out onto my stomach. Each drop of his hot seed hit my skin like a kiss from his lips. I writhed underneath him, moaning as he spilled himself on to me.

  “Fuck,” he grunted.

  I watched his hand work his shaft, the warm, salty liquid flowing. I wanted him to grip me the way he gripped himself, his fingers wrapped firmly around his girth but showing some measure of care, holding himself like the meat in his hands was some precious tool.

  I wanted to take him in my mouth and finish him off, but he finished while I watched. He grabbed a tissue and gently wiped himself off of my stomach as I lay back on the bed, catching my breath and coming down from the explosive orgasm he’d given me.

  A moment later, his weight came down next to me on the bed, and I rolled into his caring embrace, letting him put his arms around me.

  Every time he’d held me this way, I’d told myself that everything was going to be okay, but I knew it for a fact now. He’d shown me the way he was going to resolve the issue of his ex and his daughter.

  We didn’t say anything while we held each other in his bed; there was nothing to say. We’d already said everything we needed to with our bodies. We were in this together.

  2 - Jude

  “Mr. Black, this is Charlotte Ellis with Child Protective Services. I was told you needed to get in touch with me.”

  I’d called and left a message that morning asking that she get ahold of me when she made it into the office. I was surprised at how quickly she returned the call.

  It was still before lunch. I had half expected her to be busy enough that she couldn’t possibly get back to me for a few hours or even a couple of days.

  “Thanks for calling me back so promptly. What are you doing for lunch?”

  I had gotten the distinct impression she wasn’t too fond of me when we met, so I was going to win her over the same way I won over my clients, by taking her out to eat and treating her to a good lunch.

  I figured it would also get us alone together long enough for me to show her the texts I’d received and explain my position in relation to the issue with my daughter and her mother. That was, of course, if she hadn’t already forgotten about the case.

  “Mr. Black, I hardly think that’s appropriate.”

  “Please, call me Jude. Listen, we didn’t get off on the right foot the other day, and I’d like to make it up to you. Also, I have some information regarding the case that I’d like you to include in your investigation.”

  There was a brief pause while she considered my offer. I could tell she still didn’t want to talk to me, and especially not in private, but I couldn’t worry about that. I had to take a shot. She was the only person who could really get the police on my side in all of this.

  “What did you have in mind?” she finally asked, her words reluctantly coming across the line.

  “I know the perfect place. Should I pick you up from your office?”

  “How about I meet you there instead, Mr. Black? This is already unorthodox enough as it is.”

  I sighed. It had been worth a try. I told her about the rooftop café where I would often take my lunches, and she agreed to meet me there about an hour later. After I hung up the office phone, I checked my cellphone to make sure I still had the texts Marie had sent.

  I took screenshots to show Charlotte when we met up for lunch. I also sent copies to myself as backup copies, checking to make sure they arrived in my inbox so they would be preserved in case anything happened to the originals.

  She was already waiting on me when I arrived at the café. She sat alone at the table, very obviously waiting on someone to join her. There was very little about this woman that was subtle.

  Even her disinterested stare off into the distance looked painfully put on. When I approached the table, she turned to greet me, as if she’d known I was there and had merely been waiting until it was polite to address me.

  “Mr. Black,” she nodded, not even cracking a smile. “I waited to order. I wanted to make sure you were showing up. If not, I was going to hit up a burger stand or something on the way back to the office.”

  “Oh no. If you only knew what I have, you wouldn’t have worried if I was going to show up.” I sat down across from her and pulled out my phone.

  “I don’t mean to be insensitive, but can we o
rder first?” she asked. “I’m starving.”

  “Of course. This can wait.” I set the phone down on the table and waved over one of the servers. He approached and took our order for drinks and sandwiches.

  “I’m sorry if I came on a little strong when we first met,” she said, once we were alone, preventing the awkward silence that threatened us from being able to settle over our table. “It’s part of my job. I’m required to maintain a certain level of professionalism until I know enough about the situation to make an assessment, and sometimes I come across like I think everyone’s guilty.”

  “I’ve got something here to help you make that determination a little easier.” I reached for my phone.

  “Can you send it to me?” She pulled hers out of a pocket inside her jacket.

  “Sure. It’s a picture.”

  I flipped my phone over and pulled up the screenshot of the texts Marie had sent me. I forwarded them over to Charlotte and watched her expression as she read them. Her jaw hit the table and her eyes grew wide, but she composed herself almost as quickly as she responded.

  “So, you’ve talked to her about this before?” She kept her phone out, face up, on the table while she turned her attention to me.

  “I have. I didn’t say anything to the police, though, because I wanted to see what she wanted without risking running her off.” I nodded, immediately defending myself.

  “Fair enough, but can you give me some context here? How did the rest of the conversation go?” She seemed much more cooperative all of a sudden, once I had something to clear Hollie of any wrongdoing.

  I told her about the money Marie had originally requested, and then about the money she’d fronted me to help me open my firm.

  Now I hoped she understood the amounts we’d discussed. I went back through the whole story of my life with Marie, including her disappearance. The food arrived while I was talking, and we allowed it to interrupt us for a moment.

  “Did you agree to any amount of money before you decided to meet with me?”

  “No. I wasn’t planning on paying her anything. I only wanted to show you that she’s using our daughter to try to extort money from me. She wasn’t worried that Kaylee had been kidnapped by my nanny. All she saw was an opportunity to snatch Kaylee away so she could try to get some cash out of me.”