The Billionaire's Surrogate: A BWWM Pregnancy Love Story Read Online Free PDF

drunk.”
    “ So
if I wasn’t your housekeeper’s granddaughter you would have taken advantage of me?” she teased.
    Max shrugged. “I
might have considered it…if we weren’t in my house and
you didn’t know where I live,” he said with a smile.
    “ Wow,
sleazy much?” she said unimpressed.
    “ Hey,
don’t hate the player, hate the game,” Max said.
    Christine laughed.
“That is so two thousand and late.”
    “ Poetic,”
Max replied with a smile.
    “ So,
I’m sober this morning. You wanna?” she said.
    “ Wow
Chris, you are just soo romantic,” he said.
    “ This
isn’t romance. This is a revenge fuck against my bastard of an
ex fiancé who played with my heart, stomped on it, and set it
on fire,” she said.
    “ He
won’t even know,” he protested.
    “ We
could make a sex tape,” she offered.
    It was Max’s turn
to laugh, “No thanks.”
    “ No
thanks to the sex tape or…?” she persisted.
    “ You
really want to?” he asked.
    “ Yes
I really do,” she replied.
    “ Really,
why?” he asked.
    “ Because
I need a reboot. Rudy was my first, my only. I need to know that
there is life after Rudy Sinclair. And I know you have the experience
to show me that.”
    “ I’m
flattered.”
    “ Will
you do it?”
    “ Your
grandmother can never know,” he warned.
    “ Goes
without saying.”
    “ Okay
then. You’re not going to make me take you to dinner first?”
    “ Nope.
None o’ that shit. This is strictly a hit it and quit it
situation.”
    “ Every
man’s dream.”
    “ Exactly.”
    *****
    To Christine’s
surprise, Max did not jump her on the spot. He simply took her tray
to the kitchen and then came back to her room, taking his place on
the side of her bed again. They talked about work; they both had
backgrounds in engineering so they were able to get technical about
their shared interests. Christine found that she was getting more and
more relaxed and before she realized it, Max had slung his arm around
her shoulder and she was leaning into him.
    “ I’m
so miserable,” she said after a brief lull in the conversation.
    “ I’ll
make it better,” he said kissing her forehead. His hand was
softly caressing her arm. His other arm reached out to cup her chin
and pull it up so he could rest his lips on hers. He began to bite
along her jaw gently as she sat still and let him have his way with
her. His other hand continued to caress her arm and her lips fell
open, waiting for him to get to them. Of their own volition, her eyes
slipped closed and her heart sped up.
    “ Tell
me what you want,” Max murmured against her skin.
    “ I
want you to fuck me,” Christine said succinctly. This caused
Max to huff a laugh against her skin setting off tiny shivers to
shimmer all over her skin.
    “ Do
that again,” she whispered. Max leaned closer and thrust his
tongue in her ear. This time she couldn’t hold back a scream in
addition to her shivers. It could have been due to the cold wetness
of his tongue or the sensations it was eliciting in her ear. She
hooked her naked leg over his and his hand came down to run slowly
down her thigh and then back up. His tongue traced the lines of her
face before inserting itself into her mouth and proceeding to taste
her. Christine leaned her whole body toward him, asking mutely for
his touch.
    It
was the signal he was waiting for apparently because in the blink of
an eye, Christine was lying flat on the bed and Max was pressing down
on top of her, sucking frantically at her neck. She lifted her arms
tentatively and wrapped them around his neck, with her legs going
around his waist almost in a mirrored gesture. Her pink panties were
wet and Max’s finger, rubbing gently along her gluteal cleft
all the way around to her vaginal opening was not helping. The rub of
the pink cotton against her skin seemed to add an extra dimension to
the sensations shooting through her and she wriggled her behind,
trying to get him to do something .
He moaned softly into