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  Table of Contents

  Billionaire Boss’s Unexpected Child

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Epilogue

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  Chapter Fifteen

  Table of Contents

  Billionaire Boss’s Unexpected Child

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Epilogue

  ANOTHER STORY YOU MAY ENJOY

  Billionaire CEO’s Virgin

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  ANOTHER BONUS STORY

  My First Time with Dad’s Billionaire Boss

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Epilogue

  Billionaire Boss’s Unexpected Child

  By Ella Brooke & Jessica Brooke

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  Prologue

  Brandon

  My cock was as hard as granite when I unzipped my pants.

  Selena looked up at me with a half-lidded glance and licked her lips. Those perfect, pillowy lips that I’d been desperate to fuck since I’d first hired her. Hell, since the first time I’d laid eyes on her. I’d spent my life building an empire by taking what I wanted, and there was nothing I wanted more than her, nothing I was going to enjoy more than taking and savoring the fiery tiger before me.

  My office blinds were drawn, but I knew some interns and new hires still remained in the building despite the late hour. They were no doubt desperate to make a good impression on me, but I couldn’t care less. The chance they might hear…. Well, maybe I liked that tiny fucking risk that we could get caught. The thought made the blood pound through my veins and my dick stand that much more at attention.

  “Why are you waiting?” I asked Selena, my voice gruff with need.

  She licked her lips again slowly. Deliberately.

  My cock jerked again, and I grasped exactly what she was doing. That damn tease wanted to make me beg for it; for the release that was mine.

  No. That was Selena’s mistake.

  There were many things I’d done in my life, not all of them legal in the continental United States, but I never begged. I was Brandon Duncan, one of the richest men on Earth, and I made women come screaming my name. Made them cry on all fours for me to fuck them hard in their dripping pussies. I don’t beg.

  I take.

  They give.

  That was the way it had always been; now was no different.

  I stroked her chin with my hand and shook my head. “I want you, Tiger. You know what you have to do.”

  She glanced up at me through her thick dark lashes, and I swore my balls contracted with need. I had to have her mouth around my cock soon; had to feel myself thrust into that perfect O of her mouth. She was a fucking goddess laid out before me, and I would take advantage of her every way I knew how.

  “But isn’t it fun if we stretch it out? Let me tease you.” She giggled. “I’m in control here.”

  I shook my head and let my hand stray lower, down the soft skin of her neck and to the curve of her breast. Snaking my fingers under her blouse and the lace of her bra, I stroked her nipple, loving the way it pebbled so readily under my touch. She shuddered under my touch and moaned a high mewling sound that made my dick pulse.

  “But if you tease me, then I can make you wait for hours.”

  She moaned again, and I’d never wanted to come so badly in my life. Everything about her was perfect, from her tight little ass to her firm breasts to that smile of hers. A smile that promised she might not know everything yet about how to make a man beg, but that she’d be more than willing to learn. I’d found an apt pupil was worth her weight in gold.

  “Now,” I said in a low growl filled with the promise of all the bad things I’d do to her later. “Fuck me, Selena. Take all of me.”

  She smirked and promised debauchery of her own with that expression.

  Good, exactly what I wanted.

  Her lips wrapped around my dick, and I closed my eyes, letting the heat and pleasure of her mouth conquer me. I reveled in it for the briefest of moments before thrusting out my hips, making my cock push deep into her throat. I wasn’t interested in just a blow job. I’d meant what I’d said; I was going to fuck her mouth, claim her as mine, and let her know exactly who she belonged to.

  It was inevitable; from the moment she’d walked into my office—my domain—she was mine too.

  I thrusted again, sliding almost balls deep in her mouth. She took everything with such prowess that I was impressed. I’ve had so many women, but only a few could fit me as well as Selena. It was as if we were made for each other. She reached over and cupped my balls, heavy with ache and need. Her fingers felt like heaven against my straining sack, and I rolled my eyes back in my head as she massaged my balls expertly between her fingers.

  I wanted to last.

  But tonight wouldn’t be that night, not with my newest intern on her knees in front of me.

  Groaning, I cupped the back of her head with one hand and her shoulder with the other. I drove deep inside her, plumbing the hidden depths of her. Then she swirled her tongue against the sensitive head of my cock, and I lost it.

  I came, flooding into her mouth. She lapped it all up eagerly as if it was the best fucking milkshake she’d ever had, as if I couldn’t fill her enough. When I was done, I leaned against my desk. Sweat coated my forehead and brow. Selena leaned back on her heels and wiped at her mouth; she stared obediently up at me, waiting for my next promise.

  Or was she waiting for praise?

  I could give her a little. After all, such enthusiasm deserved encouragement.

  Shoving my dick back inside my pants, I put myself right. Then I lowered my hand to help Selena to her feet, her dark eyes still hazy with lust. I can’t wait to return the favor to her; to taste every inch of her, especially her pussy that has to be glistening by now, waiting for me.

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  I reached down with one hand and slipped under the soft cotton of her panties, confirming the wetness of her juices for myself. She gasped and drew her body—her luscious breasts—close against my chest.

  “Brandon, God, don’t stop.”

  I flicked her clit and grinned. “Oh, Tiger, I’m just getting started.”

  Chapter One

  Selena

  This couldn’t be happening.

  This absolutely could not be real. I clutched the cool metal of the doorknob in my hand and held onto it for dear life. My knees had given out from under me, and it took everything I had to keep from falling over. The birthday cake I’d been carrying hadn’t fared as well. It had smashed all over the floor, scattering frosting and candles everywhere. Good thing I hadn’t lit them or the apartment would be burning down right now.

  Considering what Kevin was doing though, I wasn’t sure it would be a big tragedy if his place burned down.

  “What’s going on?” My voice wavered so much that I barely recognized it.

  He snapped his head up, and the girl writhing on top of him finally turned her face to me. I wanted to scream, but for some reason, no sound would escape my throat. It was Ashley, a sister of mine from Beta Omega Pi. We’d never gotten along great, but she always seemed to come up to me and make conversation at mixers.

  Now I knew why.

  Because for the last four months, I’d been bringing my boyfriend—sorry now my ex-boyfriend Kevin—and she’d been anxious to see him.

  “What is happening?” I finally squeaked out.

  Ashley slid off of Kevin like she’d been scalded. I turned away as she grabbed her clothes and shucked them on in record time. The slam of the door was the first welcome noise I’d heard since I’d come early this morning to surprise my boyfriend for his twenty-first birthday. Big surprise. It was all just on me instead.

  “How long?”

  Kevin sat up in bed and threw the comforter over his waist as if that would make any of this better or hide the fact that I’d caught him red-handed. Among other things. “Look, I can explain.”

  “That you’ve been screwing one of my sorority sisters. Damn it! We haven’t even slept together yet, and she’s in your bed?”

  Kevin clenched his jaw, and I could see the vein in his forehead starting to pulse. I wasn’t sure what he was doing. If he was going to try and lie his way out of it, well, there was no explanation good enough to excuse me walking in on Ashley riding him cowgirl style. There was no “Oh this isn’t what it looks like.” What it looked like was that I was the only one around here who wasn’t being screwed.

  “We’ve been growing apart.”

  Daggers stabbed into my heart, and my eyes grew wet. “Today’s your birthday. I spent all last night baking a cake for you from scratch. We’ve been spending every weekend together for three months. I thought…”

  He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Well, Ashley’s been able to see me more often.”

  I swallowed, hard. “Is this some kind of punishment? Did you start with her to get back at me? I was trying to take things slow. You knew when we started dating that I wasn’t the hookup type.”

  He stood as he wrapped the sheet around his waist. “You’re pretty, Selena. But that’s not worth waiting forever. I am into you, but it’s a lot of work.”

  I stiffened. “But you’re saying that Ashley was easy, the sure thing?” My voice was wavering by then, and I didn’t want to break down in front of him. I wasn’t in love with Kevin, but it was the most serious relationship I’d had so far in my life. I thought we were building to something. Damn it. For once in my life, I thought I could have something special. “Because that’s pretty much what it sounds like.”

  He glanced down at the sticky, gooey remains of the birthday cake. “It was fun while it lasted is what I’m saying. I’m willing to keep a slot open for you on Saturdays, but you have to up your game. Fuck, I’ve always wanted to try a threesome. If you’re up for that, then nothing has to change.”

  I wanted to vomit and punch him and scream all at once. I settled on option three. “So, I’m welcome as long as what?”

  “You heard me.”

  I shook my head and sped past him and toward the door. I was so done with this. He grabbed me by the wrist as I marched by. “Let go.”

  “I’m just saying, babe, think about it. It could be fun.”

  I spun around and slapped him; the flat of my hand smacking hard against his cheek. The sound of it rang out between us. “You’re a bastard.”

  “Look, like I said, you’re hot. I was trying to wait, but you’re the one who’s acting like the Ice Princess. You’re the one who waited too late to do anything.”

  “Well, if three months is too late,” I said, “then I’m glad. I wouldn’t have wanted to sleep with you anyway—knowing what kind of jerk and womanizer you are.”

  Yanking my hand away, I stomped through the cake and slammed the door shut behind me.

  ***

  “I can’t do this. I can’t believe this. I don’t…” My voice cracked, and I put my head in my hands.

  Tammy, my best friend and roommate, patted my back. “He was a jerk.”

  “I know.” I hiccupped after that and took in deep, shuddering breaths until I could try and get back to a sense of calm. “I liked him though. I’m not sure if I feel worse because he broke my heart or because I just feel incredibly stupid, like I should have seen it right off.”

  Tammy sighed and flicked her dark hair out of her eyes. Often, I envied her. She had the sharp cheek bones from her model mother that made men drool, and was basically perfect. She was also tall, which would have been a nice thing to be. I got tired of grabbing a stool every time I needed anything. I’d often felt overshadowed by her. I didn’t fault her for it; no one could argue with genetics. It just was that she never had trouble with guys. I’d had a few interested in me during college so far, but between my classes and the intense work schedule I had to maintain to pay my way through NYU, I barely had time for anything else. Kevin had been so adamant, so persistent that I’d let my guard down with him.

  I’d been looking forward to our beach trip next month in June. I was actually…

  God, I couldn’t believe I’d ever thought about losing my virginity to that jerk!

  “Sweetie, he’s an asshole.”

  I nodded, but couldn’t keep myself from crying. “And he cheated on me and kicked me to the curb. What does that say about me? That I’m just the girl he calls because he’s bored on Saturday? Face it; I’m not anything. I can’t even get an internship. I can barely make ends meet. Of course Kevin wasn’t happy. He was always pressuring me.”

  Tammy narrowed her eyes. “First of all, that’s his problem and not yours if he can’t freaking wait. Second, if I ever see him again, I’m going to beat him to death with a shovel. Besides, you’re not the loser here. He’s the giant douchebag for thinking he could pull this crap on you. Hell, you should tell your sorority president and get Ashley kicked out. She violated the sisters before misters rule big time.”

  “They don’t care. I get to be in there as a charity case. I like some of the other girls, but a lot just treat me like the poor girl pariah. I stay cause of the few who are nice, but also, I figured I needed to make connections, you know? If you put in a resume and they know you were in the same sorority it helps. I need any leg up I can think of.”

  Tammy nodded and stood. Her long legs took giant strides across our living room as she paced. “Then why don’t you ever take what I’m offering?”

  “What?”

  She rolled her eyes. “My dad. You know all about his business empire. I offered last February to help get you a job interview with him. I, okay, might have asked him about it already a few times. He changes the subject, and I never nailed him hard into letting you have an interview because I was afraid to overstep too much.”

  I laughed, a giggle snort that was the first bit of r
elief I’d had all day. “Tammy, you always overstep. It’s what you live for.”

  “You’ve always been so stubborn about trying to make things on your own!”

  I stalled, trying to pick my next words carefully. Of course, I was about standing on my own. When you came from where I did, you couldn’t rely on anyone else. I cared about Tammy, she was the closest I had to a sister in the world, but at the end of the day, people would disappoint you. It’d happened to me over and over again. Besides, maybe part of it was pride, but I wanted to make it on my own. It felt like cheating if, after all the resumes and interviews I’d gone on so far looking for an internship, I couldn’t get one on my own.

  “I don’t want you to feel obligated,” I said.

  “I wouldn’t. You’re my friend, and you’ve saved my ass on every term paper I’ve had to do for three years. It’s not a burden or you using my connections or any of that. I’m offering.”

  I sighed and picked at my cuticles. “But I don’t… I’d feel like I owed you. I’d feel like even if it’s the best job in the world—”

  Tammy winked at me, apparently undeterred. “Well, I’m not trying to oversell it. You’ll be getting coffee and working on layouts late at night with everyone else.”

  “That’s what I do now at the student paper.”

  “And this one would be for Swagger. It’s one of the top fashion magazines out there and a pretty good-sized crown jewel in Daddy’s empire. Please, I wouldn’t have passed Modern Civilizations or Shakespearean Lit without you helping me brainstorm my term papers. I owe you.”

  I sighed. If I didn’t get an internship this summer, I was going to be hurting badly. My work study job would stop in a few weeks, and although Tammy had the rent covered, I would still be struggling to buy things like food or metro cards. It wasn’t even that I distrusted Tammy. No. I couldn’t quite trust myself. It felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff. If I jumped off and started trusting people again for the stuff I really needed after so long on my own, maybe I’d never stop. Maybe I’d find myself in a world again where I couldn’t quite stand on my own two feet. It had almost killed me before.

  I didn’t want to go back.