Free She's Having the Boss's Baby by Kate Carlisle

Yeah. He could definitely do this.
    Ellie’s eyes were still closed as she wiped water off her face and smoothed her hair back.
    Aidan couldn’t speak, could only gawk like some teenager at her awe-inspiring breasts. They were barely covered by the jungle-print scraps of material, but they were high and round and perfect for him. Perfect for his hands. Perfect for his mouth.
    Her stomach was smooth and touchable, her hips round and shapely and delicious, and her legs…had he already mentioned touchable? What about delicious?
    “Ellie?”
    Her eyes popped open and she let out a squeal. “Aidan?”
    He kind of wished he hadn’t said anything as she slung one arm across her breasts. With her other hand, she tried to cover the enchanting apex of her thighs.
    “What’re you doing here?” she cried. “Oh, no! This is… Oh, just…let me get dressed!”
    “Not necessary,” he insisted, but she was already running up the steps to her front door. “It’s just a bathing suit. I’ve seen them before.”
    “Not on me!” She fumbled with her keys and dropped them. “It’s unprofessional.”
    True, Aidan thought. He had to give her that one. Seeing her like this wiped away every image he had of her prim, proper business attire.
    “Ellie, stop worrying about it. It’s the weekend. You’re not at work.”
    She continued to protest. But suddenly his ears were no longer capable of hearing as she bent over to retrieve her keys, giving him a stunning view of her world-class derriere.
    Oh, dear lord. He could die a happy man now.
    “You weren’t supposed to be home until tomorrow,” she said. “I’m…surprised, that’s all. Let me take this off. I mean, change into something more suitable.”
    “Ellie.” He snatched the keys from her hand, jammed the proper one into the lock and pushed the door open for her. “We live and work on an island. A tropical island. A resort. Everyone wears bathing suits around here—” Though not as well as she did, he added silently. “Quit making such a big deal about this. I don’t care.”
    “I know,” she muttered, “but I’m not used to you seeing me—to me being dressed like—to have you show up at my house and—” She blew out a breath and took another one. “Never mind. Well. You’re home early.”
    “Yeah,” he said, gazing down at her. “Hi.”
    “Hi,” she whispered.
    She was so close, he could almost taste her. Lust had him reaching to pull her closer. As her breasts skimmed his chest, she gulped and pushed away.
    “I’m all wet,” she said, her voice raspy.
    “Again, let me say I don’t care,” he said.
    “I do.”
    Her voice gave her away and he knew she was affected by the moment. But apparently she was going to fight it. She brushed past him and stepped inside, then waved him in after her.
    “You wait here,” she said. “I’ll just be a minute.”
    Aidan acceded to her wishes even though he wanted to follow her right into her bedroom and have his way with her, but that would be pushing it. Right?
    Frowning, he watched her scurry from the room; then, alone, he took a moment to look around. He’d never been inside Ellie’s cottage before, he realized. Restless, he wandered the room, picking out the touches that Ellie had added to make it her own.
    Aidan and Logan had chosen the California Craftsman style for these two-bedroom residential cottages. Inside, the designers had added Caribbean flair to the traditional sturdiness with pale painted walls, blond wood floors, ceiling fans, lots of windows and vivid island fabrics on the furniture. Those details gave the rooms more charm and lightness than what was usually found in corporate housing.
    But this cottage carried the stamp of Ellie’s personality. There were surprising bits and pieces of her personal style everywhere he looked. Colorful pillows were scattered across the couch and chairs. A set of watercolor paintings showed striped umbrellas on the beach and children playing at water’s