Free The Buchanan's Baby (Billionaire Romance) (Bought By The Billionaire Brothers) by Alexx Andria Page A

on her lean body including the cutest pair of tits he’d ever seen. Bee-stings, that’s what they were. He remembered them well. He distinctly remembered sucking the pearled nipples into his mouth and how Shannon had arched and moaned, gasping as he’d coupled his attentions to her breasts with a finger slipped deep inside her wet and ready core. No! Don’t go there . Too late. “Are you okay?” Shannon asked as she pulled plates from the cabinet. “You look a little flushed.”
    “I’m good,” he said quickly, wondering how he was going to hide his growing erection. Perhaps he could hide it behind the salad bowl. No, that wouldn’t look weird at all. No weirder than him springing a boner while shredding fresh spinach leaves. Ugh. “Um, I think Aubrey might need a diaper change,” he lied. “I figured it was best if a professional handled the situation.”
    To his relief, Shannon laughed and walked over to Aubrey and picked her up to check. “Nope, all clean,” she said, adding, “You know, diaper duty will be part of the deal. You’ll have to learn eventually.”
    “True. Is there a class I should take or is it pretty self-explanatory?”
    “It’s not that hard, I promise. I’m sure you can figure it out but I’ll let you off the hook for now.”
    “Thanks,” he said, smiling. Finally, his cock had settled down — talking about changing potentially poopy diapers had definitely helped — and he could breathe easier. “Salad’s done,” he announced with flourish. He was pretty proud of his greens, if he did say so himself.
    “I’ll go get the steaks,” Shannon said, lifting Aubrey and sliding her into the high chair before heading out with the plate and tongs. She returned a second later with two smoking hot and delectable steaks that made Nolan’s mouth water.
    “I think I’m in trouble,” he admitted. “That steak smells like heaven.”
    “I warned you, I had skills. We should’ve made a wager. I could’ve come out on top,” she teased.
    On top . He groaned privately as his obnoxious man-brain supplied all sorts of ways for her to be on top of him specifically. Was he suddenly regressing to a seventeen-year-old twerp who couldn’t wrangle his sexual drive for one blessed night? He didn’t realize he was frowning until Shannon called him on it, worried. “I was just kidding. I’m sure your salad is wonderful.”
    He chuckled, embarrassed. If only his worries were about the quality of his salad. “I’m just starved. I’m about to start gnawing on the wood fixtures if we don’t dish up soon.”
    “Oh, well, don’t do that or else I’ll never get my deposit back,” she quipped with a flash of a shy smile. She handed him a plate. “Here, you can have the bigger steak.”
    He watched as Shannon began cutting tiny pieces of meat for Aubrey and shredding the salad into smaller, toddler-sized bites and he was struck by how the simple scene made his eyes inexplicably water. He thought of the meals he’d had as a child growing up in the Buchanan household and he couldn’t recall a single time the family had eaten together. He looked away, discomforted by the tightness in his chest. Not everyone had an idyllic upbringing, he thought trying to shrug it off but that tight feeling remained until he felt compelled to rub his sternum. Determined to shake off the melancholy that hovered at the edge of his thoughts, he dug into his steak and was rewarded with a pretty fucking amazing mouthful of meat. “Damn, that’s good,” he murmured around the hot bite, he added without pausing, “You win.”
    Shannon laughed without false modesty. “I knew I would. My dad could grill anything and he taught me everything he knew. The competition was stacked from the start.”
    Nolan grinned and kept eating. A man could get used to this. If it was true that the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, Nolan had just lost more than a wager.
     
    Dinner seemed to fly by and soon enough,