The Billionaire's Unexpected Baby (Winning The Billionaire)(9)

By: Kira Archer



“Brooks, what—”

He cut off her words with his lips and thank Dionysus or Pan or whatever drunk, frolicking god the ancient Greeks had worshipped, she kissed him back. Good God, did she kiss him back. That delectable little mouth of hers opened beneath his and ravished him, inside and out. He couldn’t suck enough air into his lungs, but there was no way in hell he was pulling away from her to breathe. Keeping his lips fused to hers was far more important than some measly need for oxygen.

She broke away first, her chest heaving, eyes wide. Before he could say a word, she wrapped her hands in his lapels and hauled him back to her, kissing him hard and fast. Then she gave him a playful push, grinned like a mischievous child, and ran back into the tent.

Brooks stood staring after her for so long he lost track of time, though it probably wasn’t more than a few moments. The tent beckoned, warm light, good food, and the laughter of his friends spilling out into the night. He needed to get his head on straight, though, before he went near the public.

Before he managed to do that, Cole came and found him, staring at him with a furrowed forehead for a minute before finally asking, “What’s up?”

Brooks still hadn’t taken his eyes off the spot where Leah had disappeared. “Shhh,” he said. “I’m having a Disney princess moment.”

Cole’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “Do I want to know what that means?”

“Probably not.”

“You going to tell me anyway?”

Brooks opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, searching for the words to describe what had just happened. And failing. He sighed. “No one has ever kissed me like that before. No one. Ever.”

Cole nodded his head, not speaking for a minute. For a brief, glorious moment, Brooks thought he might not get any shit from his friend. As usual, he was wrong.

“So, you talking the whole floating hearts and fireworks going off over your head or the leg-pop thing?” Cole turned sideways and lifted his leg in the perfect imitation of a thoroughly kissed damsel.

“Fuck off,” Brooks said with a laugh.

Cole chuckled. “You started it with that Disney princess bullshit.”

Brooks sighed. “Yeah. There might have been fireworks, though, but don’t tell anyone. My rep would be totally ruined.”

“Your secret is safe with me.”

Cole watched him a minute longer, then asked, “Fireworks, huh?”

“Yup.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

Brooks sighed. “Get blind fucking drunk until the urge to run after her and beg her to spend the rest of her life kissing me has passed.”

Cole shrugged. “It might not be all that bad, you know.”

For the first time in his life, Brooks agreed. And that thought sent a bolt of terror through him so strong it was all he could do not to jump in the water, swim back to his yacht, and head for the nearest uninhabited island. Brooks wasn’t relationship material and he damn well knew it. Hell, he prided himself on it. Leah wasn’t just regular relationship material either; she was going to be a mom. Even if he could change enough to be a decent boyfriend, no kid deserved to have him hanging around messing things up.

“She’s better off without me,” Brooks said, shoving the disappointed twinge those words caused back into the deep, dark box where it belonged.

Cole handed him the champagne flute in his hand. “Then I suppose we should go get you drunk.”

Brooks downed the champagne in one gulp and followed Cole back into the tent. Although it was totally useless. There wasn’t enough booze in the world to make him forget that kiss. Or the woman who’d given it to him.





Chapter Four

Leah pulled up to the curb in front of the school where she would be teaching. If you could call it a school. The place looked more like a castle someone had dropped on the outskirts of the city, complete with a ten-foot stone wall enclosing the campus.

It had always been her dream to teach at a school like this. All she could do was hope the consequences of the one night she’d decided to be totally crazy wouldn’t derail all her plans. She needed the job now more than ever.

“No worries, little peanut,” she muttered in the vague direction of her belly. “I’ll take care of everything. Everything’s going to work out fine.”

She would make sure of it.

She sighed and shut off her car, taking a minute to check her phone to see if any messages had come through yet. Nothing from Marcus Cassidy, the man who still didn’t know he was going to be a father. She didn’t know what else to try. The only reason she knew his full name was because she’d seen his driver’s license the night she’d been with him. They hadn’t exchanged any info. That had been part of the whole tantalizing night, not knowing each other, keeping it a mystery. At the time, it had been exciting. Now…yeah, not so much.

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