Surrogate For The Billionaire: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance Read Online Free PDF Page B

effect.”
    “You
got me there. But what’s the harm in it, Lateisha?” He
asked, even though he knew damn well what the harm was.
    *****
    What
was the harm, he asked? Lateisha knew damn well the harm was that
they could both fuck up the contract and lose what they both were
after. She would admit she was attracted to him. He was kind,
handsome, and sexy and a billionaire, what wasn’t to be
attracted to? But Lateisha’s life was complicated enough
without adding a failed relationship with a billionaire to the mix.
She could tell right now if they did start something and he tired of
her, which he likely would, she would be devastated.
    Resigned,
she slid into the back seat of the car as Bryce scooted over to the
far side. Gerry closed the door and Lateisha looked out the window,
afraid to look at Bryce, afraid of what she might see in his eyes.
    “I’m
not going to bite, Lateisha,” Bryce said, his voice deep and
full of lust.
    What
was happening? She had to get out of this car.
    “Bryce,
I…” She started but it was no use, because when she
turned, Bryce was right there next to her.
    His
scent wrapped around her like a blanket and she ignored the feeling
of security it brought her. Lateisha raised her hands to his chest
and gave a feeble push. Before that they weren’t touching, just
sitting very close. When her hands connected with his chest, which
was rock hard underneath his dress shirt, Lateisha’s body
heated against her will. She wanted to pull back but she couldn’t;
she was lost in the sensation for a moment.
    “Lateisha,”
Bryce whispered, moving in closer to her.
    His
lips brushed hers and she groaned despite her best efforts to remain
detached. It felt so right, his body warm and hard under her hands,
hands that began to roam of their own volition. They roamed over his
chest and down his abdomen, stopping at the buckle of his belt.
Lateisha wasn’t thinking, she was feeling and what she felt
right now, with Bryce, she never felt with anyone else. Her fingers
fumbled with his belt buckle but she managed to get it undone. Bryce
moaned into her mouth, deepening the kiss. Their tongues entwined,
dancing together in a way that made Lateisha wet between her legs.
This was really happening. She managed to get his belt undone and
unbutton his pants. While she did that he was reaching for the sash
that kept her wrap dress closed. With one tug he had it undone. The
dress fell open and exposed Lateisha’s black lace bra and
underwear.
    “Fuck,”
Bryce whispered, the curse sounding so out of place in his proper
hint of a British accent.
    Bryce
wrapped his large hands around Lateisha’s trim waist, letting
the dress fall down her shoulders as he pulled her close to him. Her
skin felt like satin and he couldn’t wait to taste her, all of
her. He reached around behind her and unclasped her bra. The thin
material of lace fell away and exposed her full, plump breasts. Bryce
cupped them in his hands and leaned down to take a nipple in his
mouth.
    Lateisha
moaned as Bryce licked the light brown peak until it was stiff. It
felt so good, too good. While he moved on to the other breast,
Lateisha dropped her hands back to his pants, reaching inside of the
waistband and cupping his hard erection. Her small hands could barely
circle his large girth and he growled, deep in his chest as she
wrapped both of her hands around him. The sound of the partition
between the front and back of the car snapped Lateisha out of her
lust. She removed her hands from his cock as if the heat of him
burned her.
    “Bryce,
we can’t…” She said at the same moment the driver
noticed he had interrupted something.
    “Oh!
Sorry, sir,” he yelped, rolling the partition back into place.
    Lateisha
hung her head with mortification and shrugged her dress back on,
stuffing her bra into her purse. She tied the sash quickly without
looking at Bryce.
    “Lateisha,
I’m sorry…” He started and she could hear his belt
jingling as he buttoned