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  Rick sniffled again, even wiping at his eyes this time.

  “Well yeah, because you’ve never liked guns. You would never go to the shooting range with me, so when I met Britney, I thought she was amazing,” he confessed. “But the thing is after Britney and I started going out, I realized she isn’t half the woman you are, Kelsey. You’re the one, and I fucked it up,” he said with another self-pitying sniffle.

  This was news to me, frankly, but I didn’t feel anything. Because Rick meant so little to me now that his games seems childish and dumb.

  “It’s going to be okay,” I said soothingly, putting a small hand on his shoulder. “You’re going to be okay. There are lots of women in the world, and Britney just wasn’t the right one for you. But you know what? You’ll meet someone else, and it’ll work out.”

  What I hadn’t anticipated was Rick pressing his advantage. Because the moment I touched his shoulder, he managed to swing around and grab me, pressing my curvy form against his before smashing my mouth into a disgusting kiss.

  “It’s you,” he groaned against my lips, his fishy smell surrounding us. “It’s always been you, Kelsey.”

  I screamed then, opening my mouth while trying to push him away. But Rick has a wiry strength in those narrow arms, and he locked me even tighter against his flabby form.

  “It’s always been you,” he moaned again, licking my mouth even as I tried to fight him off. “It’s you Kelsey. Please forgive me.”

  This time, I managed to get a good hit to his shoulder, my feet kicking and flailing as I tried to get away.

  “Get off of me, you giant fuck!” was my scream. “Unnnh!”

  Because suddenly, Rick had a big hand tangled in my curls, but this wasn’t a lover’s friendly tug. He pulled my hair like I was a misbehaving child, jerking my head back so that my neck cracked.

  “Ow!” I shrieked. And the real Rick came out then.

  “Shut the fuck up,” he hissed, that oily face mere inches from mine. I could see gaping pores on his nose, not to mention the man’s spittle flying onto my cheeks in sticky droplets. “Shut the fuck up,” he hissed again. “I hear you’ve been making a lot of money lately. Where’s that coming from, Kels? You got any for Daddy-O?”

  I opened my mouth to scream again, but suddenly Rick was yanked off me with a mighty heave, landing in a messy heap on the floor about five feet away. Trent towered over the sniveling beta male, his expression furious.

  “You shut the fuck up,” my man hissed, rage on that handsome face. “You ever touch her again, and you’re history, hear?”

  Rick curled into a ball with his hands over his head like a possum trying to play defense.

  “No, no!” he squealed. “There’s been a misunderstanding! Kelsey loves me! I know it!”

  But I’d had enough, and with hitch of my breath, I let go then.

  “Get away from me!” was my scream. “You ever come near me and my baby again and I’ll call the cops. Not to mention the FBI, the CIA and the Billionaires Club itself. Don’t ever come near me again!”

  And with that, I collapsed into Trent’s arms because the drama had been too much. As a pregnant woman, this type of excitement was overwhelming, and looking into the bright blue eyes of my man, I fainted … because he was the love of my life, and I’d just given my secret away.

  CHAPTER 11

  Trent

  Holy fuck, she was pregnant? Carefully, I scooted up Kelsey’s dress, revealing an expanse of white thigh and soft stomach. It was impossible to tell, to be honest, because my girl’s so curvy everywhere that there could have been a baby in there. Maybe even two babies, but there wasn’t any way to be sure.

  And as the brunette stirred on her shabby couch, I pressed a soft kiss to her tummy. Her eyes flickered open, those caramel pools dazed until she remembered what had happened.

  “Oh my god!” gasped Kelsey, trying to scramble upright. “Oh god!”

  “Calm down,” I rumbled, gently pressing her back to lay against the couch once more. “That douchebag’s gone for good, trust me on that. I didn’t even have to beat him into a pulp, he was such a fucking coward.”

  Relief flooded the brunette’s eyes, but then they grew shiny with tears.

  “I’m sorry you had to see that,” she whispered, looking down. “I didn’t expect him to come by and I swear, I haven’t seen Rick for months. We used to date a long time ago, but when I met you, Rick was history. I don’t even know why he stopped by,” she said in a pained voice.

  I pressed a soothing kiss to her lips, trying to calm the beautiful girl.

  “It doesn’t matter,” I said. “He’s fucking toast, and I could tell you didn’t want him. Besides, going by the way you were fighting him off, honey? You didn’t even need me. You were going to decimate him with your karate chops and assassin kicks.”

  She laughed a little then, although the girl was still pale.

  “Yeah, I guess you could tell that I pretty much hate his guts,” she murmured, flushing a little while stealing a peek at me through her lashes. “But did you hear the rest of what I said? I mean, the part at the end,” she babbled, cheeks turning a bit pink.

  I shot her a lazy look.

  “You mean the part where you declare your undying love for me? Or the part where you’re carrying my child?”

  “I said that I loved you?” was her horrified cry, cheeks going scarlet. “Oh my god.”

  I nodded smugly.

  “Yep, and also that you’re pregnant with my child.” But suddenly, my expression grew serious, one big hand cupping her stomach reverently. “Is it true, sweetheart? Is my child in you at this very moment?”

  She looked down, unable to meet my eyes for a moment. But then taking a deep breath, Kelsey lifted her gaze to me and her look was so limpid and clear that my heart hitched. Oh shit, this woman was the one for me, and nothing had ever been so certain before.

  “Yes, there’s a baby,” she said a little tearfully, her hand coming down to cover mine gently. “I’m pregnant with your child, Trent, and … and … I love you and I want to raise this child together. I’m sorry that it’s happening like this. I know the Billionaires Club has rules and we pretty much violated every single one. I violated every one, and it was my job not to fall in love …and …and ….”

  But I stopped my her with a deep kiss, angling her chin with a hand to position her exactly the way I wanted. My soul dipped before soaring, and instinctively, she twisted in his arms so that we were pressed together, not an inch separating our forms.

  “You don’t have to be sorry,” I rasped when we finally broke away, my blue eyes seizing her brown ones. “This is what I want too.”

  She sat back for a moment, lips trembling and surprised.

  “It is?” came her wobbly voice.

  I nodded.

  “Sweetheart, I came over here to tell you the exact same thing, and hearing you say what we both feel is amazing. In fact, I got those for you,” I said, jerking my chin over one broad shoulder, “but we were interrupted by that twerp so I didn’t get a chance to give them to you properly.”

  The girl gasped because on the tiny kitchen table was a bouquet of red roses, each flower a velvety ruby of fragrance and beauty.

  “Really?” she mewled in a wavery voice, tears coming to her eyes. “You feel the same way? But what about the rules of the Billionaires Club? You know, how we’re not supposed to get involved, and how I’m not supposed to expect anything?”

  I caught her chin with my big fingers again, forcing the gorgeous brunette to look into my eyes.

  “Those rules mean shit,” I growled. “Especially not when we’re in love. Because honey, I love you, you love me, and that’s all that matters, rules and regulations be damned. What’s in here is what’s important,” I said, thumping my chest emphatically, “and not what some idiots dreamed up. Plus, we’re expecting a baby,” I added, sliding one hand against her belly, “and nothing’s going to keep me away from the mother of my child.
”

  With that, our lips joined, our souls merging into one. Because our relationship started as part of a filthy swimming club. Kelsey arrived at the manor, hoping to have a good time and maybe even land a job. But instead, she met me, and the female’s given me so much, including her heart and now a child.

  So I nibbled Kelsey’s lips again, teasing her out of her funk. But then she pulled back, those caramel eyes meeting mine again.

  “Wait a minute,” came her slow voice. “Did I really say I love you before I passed out? Or were you making that up?”

  I grinned knowingly.

  “Sweetheart, it depends. In some ways you said it, and in some ways you didn’t. Let’s just say that I heard something come from your lips before you fainted, and the words were so powerful that my heart leaped. Besides,” I said, brows waggling. “Aren’t they true? Isn’t that what’s important here?”

  And with another giggle, she threw herself into my arms once more. But this time, to be sure, Kelsey pressed her lips to my ear before whispering, “I love you, Trent Major. Always and forever.”

  My heart leapt, and I kissed her fervently before pulling back, emotions churning.

  “And I love you, Kelsey Smith. You mean the world to me, sweetheart.”

  Because things were going to work out. The curvy teen went to a dirty pool party with no expectations other than to have a good time with her friend that night. And now look what had happened. I’d met a beautiful brunette who was the answer to my dreams and our future was passionate and bright … as well as sparkling with promise.

  EPILOGUE

  Kelsey

  “Oh,” I moaned, head tilting back as Trent eased his huge shaft into my pussy. “Oh yeah, just like that.”

  Because we were sitting in the hot tub, me in the billionaire’s lap while reenacting our first dirty encounter. Of course, we’ve been back to the pool many times but this time it was different because I’m heavily pregnant. The baby’s due in a month, and my belly’s out to there with my bottom as wide as two football fields.

  But Trent didn’t let my huge size stop him. He merely cupped my ass in two big hands as I floated weightlessly into the water before slowly pushing that massive fuckshaft deep.

  “Unnnh,” he growled in his throat. “Fuck baby, you’re even tighter than before. Your cunt’s a fucking vise.”

  And I sighed with satisfaction because this man is the answer to my dreams. After the unfortunate encounter with my ex Rick, Trent and I declared our love to one another with a series of kisses and promises, all of it sealed with a big bouquet of red roses. And although we haven’t tied the knot yet, I can see that Trent wants to pop the question. He wants to make an honest woman of me because rummaging around in his bedside drawer one day, I found a diamond ring.

  It was gorgeous. A six carat sparkler with two emeralds on each side, sized to fit my finger. Of course, it couldn’t fit my ring finger at the moment, seeing that I was swollen with pregnancy, but I smiled to myself once more. Because my man’s waiting for the right time to pop the question, and I know what my answer’s going to be.

  “Yes,” I moaned again, loving the slide of his huge cock in my slickly wet channel. I swear, I’m even more sensitive than before, and I could feel the vein that pulses along the bottom of his shaft beating along my twat walls. “Yes, yes,” I moaned again.

  He growled in my throat, latching onto one of my breasts with his mouth.

  “You feel so good, Kels,” came that raspy voice that I love so much. “So fucking good.”

  But just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean that I’ve lost all sense of adventure. In fact, my third trimester has made me even hornier, what with all the hormones surging through my frame. So on the next upstroke, I paused, resisting my lover’s urge to push me back down on his dick.

  “Hold on,” was my breathy whisper. “Just give me a sec.”

  One small hand crept behind my behind and I gripped the root of his cock firmly before shifting my entire body backwards. Those blue eyes flared as Trent realized what I was about to do.

  “Are you sure, Kels?” he rasped hoarsely. “You don’t have to.”

  I giggled breathily.

  “Oh but I want to, big guy. Oh unnnnh!”

  Because yeah, I was doing it. I was pushing my ass down on his hot fuckshaft, and it felt so good sliding into my back channel. My pucker resisted at first, refusing to open, but taking a deep breath, I relaxed my back end and soon Trent was crammed balls deep in my anus.

  “Fuck baby,” he rasped again, barely daring to breathe. “Oh fuck fuck fuck.”

  And after a few slips and slides up and down, my man erupted. Maybe it was the pressure of my dark star, maybe it was the dirty anal sex with a pregnant woman. But whatever it was, my man exploded over the edge, his cock jerking and twitching in my back end while spurting reams of hot white.

  “FUCK!” he roared this time, the cords of his neck standing out with release. “Fuck!”

  And that forced me over the edge as well. Because we started as a steamy encounter during a dirty swim session. After all, I was supposed to be nothing more than a serving girl working at the pool at the Billionaires Club. But instead, Trent and I found each other as time passed, revealing our heart of hearts to one another while enjoying one another’s bodies. And now with a baby on the way? Absolutely nothing can stop us.

  THE END

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  His Princess

  ~The Billionaire’s Maid~

  © 2018

  By Gemma Wolf

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  CHAPTER 1

  HOWIE

  My cock is rock hard and throbbing against the zipper of my tailored pants. If I stare at her too long, I’m going to have to take these Italian slacks back to the dry cleaners. I’ve never seen the maid by the couch in my penthouse before. I would have noticed a girl like that. She’s on her hands and knees by the white leather sofa, right in front of my penthouse window. She wipes the marble floor like it needs cleaning, but actually, this whole place is pristine.

  I set my briefcase down on the kitchen counter while she work on the other side of the apartment. I keep her in my eye as I ask Edwin, my butler, about the new girl.

  “Edwin, who is that?”

  “Who, the maid?”

  “Yes, the maid.” Her head perks up like she’s heard us talking. But no, the girl’s noticed a stain on the couch and sits upright and starts to wipe again. Her blonde hair is bound in a tight ponytail that reaches down her back. I can see her breathing. Her chest moves up and down. She’s on her knees on my floor. Her sweet cunt hovers over my Persian rug.

  Edwin frowns while staring her way.

  “We hired her while you were vacationing in Florence. Is there a problem with her services?”

  “No problem at all, Edwin. Just asking.”

  My butler nods and bows before scuttling off. Suddenly, it’s just the two of us together in the living room. The blonde’s kneeling now, stroking at a stain that doesn’t really exist. My cock twitches under my belt. I have to adjust my pants to hide my erection, but at that moment, she raises her face and I catch a glimpse of a perfect profile. Wow. Since when did Miss America clean house for others?

  I know what you’re thinking. He’s just some rich asshole with no heart for others. He doesn’t care about the help, much less some poor girl who works for pennies. But you’re wrong. I’ve served my time, literally. I was in Afghanistan during 2007, where I almost lost my leg and my arm. I’ve known the grunts, and I’ve known the guys in charge too. But somehow, this girl changes the equation. All the memories of war rush away when I see her ponytail bobbing up and down on the other side of the white couch, intersecting
with the tip of the Empire State Building looming in the penthouse window.

  I clear my throat. I’ve got to say something. If I don’t, my cock is going to scream something rude and crass. In fact, there’s a little bulb of moisture coming out of the tip. And all this from seeing her ponytail, for god’s sake. I clear my throat again. This time the maid’s face turns, and the breath whooshes out of my chest.

  Because she’s gorgeous. Absolutely beautiful. Blue eyes as clear as the sky and lips like rose petals, ripe and velvety. She’s looking straight at me.

  “Mr. Bates,” interrupts a voice to my left. It’s Albie, the elderly woman who is the head housekeeper of my New York property. “Mr. Bates, you’ve got a phone call.”

  I try to bring my erection down. I try to think about Albie or someone else who’s old and decrepit. But it’s useless because I’ve seen that face now and my body’s on fire. Her chin hovers above lush, swaying breasts. Those tits scream out for me under the buttons.

  Oh shit. I need her. My very own Cinderella.

  But the phone call can’t be ignored, so I grunt something inarticulate and turn away, striding to my mahogany-paneled office. Seizing the receiver, I speak.