The Bosses Billionaire Baby 2 (Billionaire, BWWM, Interracial, Romance)
was oftentimes bad luck. It turned out to be true for some as they never got to the delivery room, and all the purchases made were wasted on things the mother couldn’t either use or keep for herself anymore.
    “Well... okay, nothing will happen,” he said as he smiled. “Our baby will be out of there in no time,” he said as he walked back to her and rested his hand on her stomach. “He is growing rather quickly, wouldn’t you say?”
    “As opposed to what? I’ve never been pregnant before, so there is nothing to compare it with. Furthermore I am already in my second trimester; he will be shooting up in no time.”
    “So, is it a good time to...” he said as his words trailed off, and he started nuzzling her neck.
    Selena closed her eyes as she bit her lips and felt the goose pimples already dancing along her spine. But she knew she was too tired to be of any use to him, so eventually she held him on the shoulders and eased him off of her. “Not tonight, Ethan,” she said. “I am much too tired even for lovemaking.”
    He pulled back and looked at her eyes as they fluttered lazily, and he could see the tiredness resting on her face. “Come here,” he said as he led her to the bedroom and propped up the pillows for her.  “Lay there,” he commanded.  When she did, he took her feet, one at a time, and began to rub them slowly and softly. Selena moaned as she relaxed into his massage, and she was grateful for it because her feet were throbbing. “Better?” He asked.
    “Much,” she replied. He continued until he began stroking her legs as well and proceeded to strip her of her clothes.
    “Ethan?” She called.
    “It’s not what you think,” he defended. “I just want to give you a bath,” he said as he moved from her and went into the bathroom. Selena could hear the water running, and him moving about and opening and closing drawers and cupboard doors. “Okay, all set,” he said as he walked back to the room and led a now naked Selena into the bathroom.
    She could see that he had made her a bath and had found all the condiments he needed. “Thank you,” she smiled as he held her hand and let her slide into the warm water awaiting her. She closed her eyes as he took the sponge, filled it with water, and then began lathering her body with it. His gentle strokes aroused every sensation in her, and she couldn’t ever remember being treated this way by a man.
    Ethan watched her, her eyes closed and the back of her hair now wet and resting limp on her shoulders. She looked more beautiful as the days went by, and he found himself wanting to be around her more and more. Sometimes he had to restrain himself, because he knew he was being observed, by both Eva and the other women he would oftentimes indulge himself of pleasures with. And it was with exactly that in mind that he chose not to drive his own car when he visited Selena and not to come straight from home or the office anymore.
    He soaked the sponge with water and squeezed the contents onto her already glistening skin, and he couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her as she lay there looking like a bronze cherub. She opened her eyes as he did, but this time she didn’t affront him; instead she parted her lips and received him fully, and the waters on her lips collided with the heat on his and fizzled. Selena pulled him closer, no longer imprisoned by the tiredness that had captured her earlier, and she now felt energized, ready for a round of Ethan.
    His breathing had already started getting shallower, and hers was steadily rising, as if they were competing for who could have a heart attack first. Ethan unwillingly let his lips slither from hers as he stood upright and hastily removed his clothing. Instead of pulling her from the bath, he slowly stepped in, and she repositioned herself so that he could be at her back, and she could remain snug before him. He encircled her with his arms as he let his muscles flex across her breasts as he squeezed

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