Free The Billion Dollar Sitter by Eliza DeGaulle

thrust was all I needed.
    Bliss. It's amazing when one says it couldn't get any better than this only to be proven wrong. My entire body tensed in sheer electricity, muscles rigid, capturing the energy between us to explode in nirvana. Head to toe, I was lost in him again, him doing whatever he knew how to draw out my pleasure.
    His hot breath blowing past my ear, the fullness of his cock inside me as his rod began to give me what he sought - what I sought. His seed filled me, rushing toward my unprotected and fertile womb, hopefully delivering everything both of us sought. Anything to be closer to him, anything. I'd be screaming that if I could scream anything coherently in my lust.
    Helplessly limp, I would have tumbled right over that bannister to the crowd below if it weren't for his strong arms holding me against him. Resolute, he stood stroking my body, not daring to show a single sign of weakness. He gently guided me to the top of the stairs, granting our onlookers an unimpeded view of everything that had happened.
    His cock slipped out of me, and he splayed my pussy lips apart, letting the cocktail of juices from me, and more importantly him, leak out down my thigh. Tyson, though, was quick as his hand forced the cream back into my pussy and then massaged my sex. His eyes beamed at the crowd, and his lips mouthed a simple yet powerful declaration, his body's presence reaffirming the message. That I was his to claim.
    There were nods from the onlookers. They had expected a man defeated by grief, and got the symbolic gesture they needed to learn that this was far from the case. He was strong, virile, and had a new woman to claim as his own.
    Message received, they started to depart the Knight estate. They looked upon my fragile form, and the man who held me tightly. I breathed heavily as I looked up to him. "Truly?" I said, breath weak.
    "Yes," he said. The voice was still low, something between only the two of us.
    "Forever?" I caught myself asking, and immediately regretted it.
    He said nothing in return, staring off into the distance, lost in his thoughts.
    "I'm sorry for asking."
    I swallowed. Of course it wasn't. He was a rational man underneath the primal showing he put on. My heart sank, aware that at some level he knew I was just a bandage for the loss of his wife and his dreams of a bigger family. That maybe I couldn't heal such a massive wound, no matter how much I wished I could.
    "You are mine, now, and that's what matters."
    For now, I would be happy with that. For now, I was in his arms, and cared little for the future. For now, I would dream about the forever I desired becoming reality.
     
     
    Her Billion Dollar Gamble
     
     
    The single line taunted me. In spite of what the ovulation predictor told me, in spite of me remembering where I was in my cycle, it was still one, single, solitary line. I ached, at this point, for that second line to appear. I so wanted give him that positive result, bring him joy.
    That would give him a high of success, and keep him from realizing the truth of our relationship for a little longer. Keep him in my life . Make it so he wouldn't realize his mistake before it was too late.
    I tossed the test in the trash, and took a deep breath. I gazed into the mirror. F ramed by gold and silver, artistically sculpted, expertly made like everything else in his mansion. Only the absolute best for Tyson Knight, only the best for those who he held closest to him.
    The door to the bathroom was closed. Outside, he waited. As he had done every day for the past two weeks. W aiting for the good news. Waiting for the news that I carried his child.
    I wasn't hired to do this. I thought I just had gotten the most wonderful babysitting contract imaginable. One year for one million dollars to take care of a billionaire's infant son as a live in caretaker. To become the mother that was snatched away from him.
    But a mother to Ty wasn't enough for Tyson. I was to be his lover, and bear him other