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  Secret Baby

  Ella Goode

  Contents

  Summary

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Epilogue

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  Madeleine has a secret. Five months ago, she met an irresistible man and made a very dumb mistake. She knows that a random hookup won’t want to be saddled with a baby and she’s way too vulnerable in this state to be rejected. Keeping a baby from the daddy might seem wrong, but it’s the best way to protect herself and her child for now.

  Oliver wants answers. Five months ago, he met the woman of his dreams, took her up to his hotel room, made love to her until they both passed out only to wake up alone. He’s hired private investigators but with no last name or photographs, his hookup has remained a mystery. And he doesn’t like mysteries. Or surprises.

  Oliver knows the Madeleine is the one for him. When he finally finds her, he’s determined to keep her...even if the father of the child isn’t him.

  Chapter One

  Madeleine

  Prologue

  “What are we doing?” I suck in a breath as my back hits the elevator wall. He lifts me from the ground and I wrap my legs around him, trying to get my body as close to his as possible. He fumbles with his key, slipping it over the scanner as he hits the button for whichever floor we’re going to.

  “Taking you to my room.” His cool blue eyes meet mine. The same way they did an hour ago. At which time they knocked the air right out of my lungs. They weren't what I expected from the big man in a suit sitting at the bar all alone. I’d sat down next to him and made myself comfortable. From the moment I’d walked into the bar of the hotel something had pulled me toward him. He’d flicked his gaze my way, giving me a hard look at first. It dropped away the second his eyes met mine. I almost thought he might have recognized me but then he’d asked my name. That question surprised me almost as much as his eyes. It is few and far between that someone doesn’t recognize me or ask if we’ve met before because they know my face. If they don’t know exactly who I am they keep saying that I look familiar.

  “You’re coming to my room.” It doesn't exactly sound like a question. His mouth drops onto mine. The taste of the whiskey he’s consumed fills my mouth again as his tongue pushes past my lips. This kiss is more possessive than the last. He pulls his mouth from mine. “Answer me.”

  “Was it a question?” My words come out breathy. My voice sounds sexy. I’ve been called sexy, gorgeous, pretty so many times in my life but I’ve never felt that way until now. The crazy thing is that I’m not even done up to even be considered sexy right now. It wasn't the reason I came to the bar alone at midnight. I’m in an oversized sweater and jeans. I don’t have a speck of makeup on my face and my hair is still drying from the shower I’d taken. I had been alone in my hotel room and feeling bored. Everyone thinks that I lead this glamorous life, traveling the world, but it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.

  It’s gotten so hectic that I have to check my own location to remember which city I'm currently in. My best friend texted me Happy Birthday today, reminding me which day of the week it was. She probably thought I was already asleep. I normally would’ve been but the shoot ran long. I turned the big twenty-one today and I worked all day. So after having a mini pity party, I’d found myself grabbing my ID and heading toward the hotel bar. That’s when I found him. I’d lost my train of thought as soon as our eyes met, forgetting to order a drink until he spoke up and ordered one for me.

  “Answer me.” His deep demanding voice makes my nipples tighten more.

  “Yes, I’m coming to your room.” I feel him relax under my hands as he drops his mouth back down onto mine again. My hands slide into his short hair as I wrap around him, pushing myself into him as much as I can. I want to pull off his clothes so that there’s nothing between us as I try to deepen the already consuming kiss. Why is this elevator taking so long?

  When he pulls back from the kiss my eyes flutter open to see that we aren't on the elevator. I was so lost in our kiss that I didn’t even realize. He opens the door to his room. My heart rate picks up; somehow my body knows that this man is going to give it exactly what it needs. I may not have any experience but I’m going to let this sexy man have his way with me tonight. I lick my lips thinking about him naked.

  “Clothes off,” he tells me as he strides into the room. He places me down onto the bed. I stare up at him as he starts to undo the buttons of his shirt. “Sweetness.” My heart flutters at the name he’s been calling me since he first kissed me in the middle of the bar.

  I pull my sweater off over my head. He sucks in a deep breath. “No bra?” He makes a tsking sound. “If the first time is over quickly I swear I’ll make it up to you.”

  He drops to his knees, making us eye level as he reaches for my jeans.

  “We have all night,” I tell him. I guess all early morning technically. It is now after one in the morning. I have a flight out in a few hours. I don’t want to leave, I think, as I stare into his eyes.

  He flicks the button of my jeans. I lift my hips to help him pull them down my legs. “No underwear.”

  “I got dressed in a hurry.” My feet hit the floor. I make sure my legs are closed, feeling a little shy for the first time in my life. I wasn’t lying when I said that I got ready in a hurry. I pretty much threw whatever I could find on and got out of my room before I could change my mind. I didn’t expect to meet anyone. I really didn’t think I’d be hit on by anyone with what I was wearing. It all worked out because for some reason I don’t want to be in sexy underwear for him. To be dressed up in pretty things. I want to be bare to him. For him to see me as I truly am. For him to want me for me. To desire me without all the bells and whistles.

  “Show me.” His fingers run down the outsides of my thighs as I part my legs for him. I’m used to not having a ton on around other people. It’s part of the job. I’ve had to change outfits in a pinch before in a room full of other people doing the same thing, needing to be out on the runway a few minutes later. I’m not shy about my body. But with Mr. Blue Eyes, it’s different. He’s asking for me to show him somewhere that no one has ever seen. And I’m going to.

  His eyes drop from mine as they slowly move down my body to between my open thighs. “Sweetness,” he breathes out before he moves. I let out a small scream of surprise when he grabs me by my hip, his mouth going to where his eyes were moments ago as he pins me down to the bed. His fingers dig into my hips, keeping me exactly where he wants me.

  My cry of surprise quickly turns into a moan of pleasure. My hips try to come off the bed but he keeps me pinned to it as he sucks my clit into his mouth.

  “Oliver.” I moan out his name.

  “You’re even sweeter than I thought you’d be.” He groans against me. His tongue circles my clit before he sucks it back into his mouth.

  “I’m going to come.” I shudder with a breath. I don’t know how. It is happening so fast. He only got his mouth on me seconds ago and I am already about to go off.

  “Give it to me, sweetness. There will be more. Let it go. I told you the first round would be quick.”

  I do. The orgasm hits me hard. Again, I try and lift my hips but he keeps me pinned to the bed as he licks and sucks as much pleasure as he can from me.

 
“Oliver.” I jerk against his mouth as he kisses my clit. I swear I can feel him smile, placing another kiss there before trailing them up my body.

  My eyes flutter open when he shifts us, moving us to the center of the bed. “Jesus, you’re beautiful.” How many times have I heard that? Why does it feel so different coming from him? I bite my lip knowing my fair skin is tinting a rosy shade of pink.

  “Innocent too?” He kisses my cheek and then the other. He has no idea. I wonder if I should tell him but all those thoughts leave me when I feel the tip of his cock breach my opening. When the heck did he lose his pants? I’m guessing when I was in orgasm heaven. Not that I care. I want this so badly. I need to feel his body moving against mine.

  “More.” I lift my hips again. This time I can move. He slips inside me a little more, stretching me with every inch he gives me.

  “Fuck, you’re tight.” I swear his blue eyes turn a shade darker. His jaw goes hard as he clenches it. At the same time, I clench around the head of his cock. My body is begging for more. I kiss his jaw.

  “Is there something you want to tell me?” he asks.

  “You’re beautiful too?” I kiss him again.

  He barks out a laugh. “I don’t think anyone has ever called me beautiful.” My mouth trails kisses up the scar that runs from his temple all the way to his jaw. The cut definitely wasn’t clean. It looks rough and ragged. I haven’t come up with the courage to ask him how he got it.

  “You are.” I turn my head so my mouth brushes against his. I taste myself on him.

  “You’re testing all of my will.”

  I kiss his mouth softly. “Is that a bad thing?” I wrap myself around him. He too is testing me. In different ways. I am enjoying them all.

  “You tell me,” he says as he kisses me. His fingers tangle in my hair as he lifts my head, keeping me in place. I moan into his mouth as he thrusts fully inside of me.

  A small cry comes from me. I shut my eyes tightly. “Madeleine?” My eyes spring open to meet his.

  “Don’t stop.” My fingers dig into his back.

  “I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.” He pulls out before thrusting back in. I gasp at the sensation. I feel so full but it’s so good too. The small bite of pain I felt as he stretched me to take him fades away. The pleasure takes over.

  “Kiss me,” I tell him. His mouth falls onto mine. I lose myself in him. Not thinking about tomorrow or anything else. I’ve never felt this close to someone. I am always surrounded by people but feel so alone most of the time.

  “Madeleine.” His warm breath tickles my skin. My whole body is alive to everything. “I need you to come for me.” His voice is strangled.

  My body does as he asks. I fall over the edge into a second orgasm. This one is different than the last. My whole body shudders under him. He growls my name into my neck. I feel his warm release inside of me. I hold on to him tighter. That feeling of not being alone anymore is overwhelming and wonderful at the same time.

  He rolls, taking me with him. I lie on top of him. Our heavy breathing fills the room. His hands roam up and down my back softly. I turn my head to kiss his chest. His cock jerks inside of me.

  “I’m not done with you yet. I will let you catch your breath, though.”

  I smile against his chest, kissing him again before I sit up. My hands come down onto his chest as he sinks even deeper inside of me. He’s still hard. I thought men went soft after sex. I’m too embarrassed to ask him about it. His hands come to my hips. He slides them up my body to my breasts. I fit in his hands perfectly. He gives them a squeeze before his thumbs drift across my nipples. My head falls back at the sensation. My hips begin rocking on their own.

  “I don’t want you to be done with me.” Ever. I keep that part to myself. I know what this is. One night. I’ll be gone before the sun fully rises but I am going to enjoy these few hours that I have. It is my birthday, after all.

  The best one I’ve ever had.

  Chapter Two

  Oliver

  5 Months later

  Sorry. No news.

  I stare at the text screen in frustration. Obviously, I need to find a new private investigator. This one is useless. How hard can it be to find one person? In this day and age, you’d think you’d be able to do one internet search and come up with anyone. But, no, because I don’t have a last name nor a picture, this easy search has turned into a five-month mystery. And I hate mysteries. And surprises. And anything remotely resembling either of them.

  I rub my eyes. I’ll text him in an hour and then every hour after that until he gives me the information I paid for. Until then, I’m in the mood to destroy someone.

  “Blossom, where the hell is that report?” I bark into the speaker.

  “It’s coming, Oliver.” The sound reverbs slightly, which tells me she’s using the damn toy I bought her for Christmas. “You asked us to make changes to it ten minutes ago and it takes time to regenerate all the numbers. You’ll have it in five. Besides, the market doesn’t open for another hour in China.” My assistant’s tone is one part soothing and two parts snippy irritation.

  “I need it yesterday.”

  “And I need you to be nicer to me. This is harassment. I’m going to report you to Human Resources.”

  “You do that.”

  “Seriously, though, you need a vacation. You haven’t been in a good mood since your trip to Hawaii.”

  The word acts like a trigger and I’m thrown back to the hotel room where I’m sunk balls deep into the hottest cunt ever created and she’s screaming my name as I feel her cum drench my hard cock. I fist my hand on my thigh. How many men, having had a taste of heaven only to never be allowed to even look upon the feast again, would be able to summon up even so much as a smile again? Blossom’s lucky I haven’t turned into a murderous thug.

  “I. Want. My. Report,” I bark out in sharp, enunciated words.

  “You shouting at me isn’t going to make it come any faster. In fact, I think the computer is slowing down. Beeeeep. Beeeeeeeep. Beeeeeeeep.”

  “You have five minutes,” I seethe and jab the disconnect button.

  Five minutes stretches into ten and when the watch hands flick perilously close to the fifteen mark, I get up. Blossom may be my sister, but that doesn’t mean I can’t yell at her. Dad might be mad if I fired her, but at least my mother would take my side. Blossom’s a flake. She hasn’t been able to hold down a job since she was eighteen and thought that she wanted to be a cop after she watched one rescue her newly purchased Persian. She quit the police academy after the first week after she learned there was no position dedicated to rescuing kittens. Given her dedication to animals and access to the Gentry family trust, which meant paying jobs were only an elective, she then decided to volunteer at a shelter. Mom put an end to this after Blossom brought home her fifth stray pet. From there, Blossom has flitted—like an actual butterfly—from one position to another. She never lasts more than six months. Really, at five months, her position as my assistant has been one of her longest bouts of employment. If I fire her, my dad may consider having me murdered. At this point, I might welcome it—anything to put me out of my misery.

  Before I reach the doors, I check my phone again. Still nothing from my PI. What a worthless piece of shit. I stuff my phone in my pocket and wrench open the doors.

  “Oh! My! God!” Blossom’s hand flies to her face to muffle her shriek, the pink and gold microphone still in her hand.

  “What is it?” Anger draining away, I rush to her side. She’s my sister, after all.

  “My favorite supermodel is pregnant!” She raises her phone but I’ve already lost interest. Models? Are there any people less interesting on earth than models?

  “Where’s my report?” I look at her desk and spot the requested document in the process of being assembled into a plastic presentation binder. “Forget it.” I swipe it up and head back for my office.

  “No one knows who the father is. She’s not saying,
” Blossom tells me, trotting behind.

  “Is she involved in the semi-conductor trade in China? If not, I’m not interested.” I try to shut the door in my sister’s face, but she barrels through, continuing to parrot her nonsense.

  “She did do a runway show in China once. I think it was for Gucci. Or was it Valentino? I can’t remember. Let me search.” She sets the toy down and picks up her phone. “Oh my, they’re saying that they think the father is Chris Mannion.”

  “No clue who that is.” I settle into my chair and spread out the report.

  Ignoring me as only a sister can, Blossom perches on the edge of my desk. “Chris Mannion was in the last superhero movie. He played the guy who drank the special concoction and turned invisible.”

  “We don’t need superheroes like that anymore,” I mutter. The latest nano-technology I’m looking at investing in is a company involved in creating panels that create the illusion of invisibility but reflect nearby surroundings. The tech is primitive at this point. It works only at the right angles and from the right distance away, but the research is promising.

  “I don’t think it’s Mannion. He plays a lot of assholes and I can’t see Madeleine with someone like that.”

  I can’t see Madeleine with someone like that. The sentence breaks through and the pen I was using to mark up the report falls from my hand. Dry-mouthed, I ask, “Did you say Madeleine?”

  It couldn’t be her, right? It couldn’t be. I snatch Blossom’s phone from her grip. It’s a good thing I’m sitting down because Blossom’s Madeleine is, in fact, the mystery woman from my Hawaii trip five months ago. I toss the phone in Blossom’s face and am halfway across the room before Blossom realizes I’m leaving.