Billionaire's Obsession Summer Continues:
One Summer Evening In July:
Maddie’s Secret
“I think Mom
has a boyfriend,” Sam Hudson stated bluntly to Maddie as he walked into the
kitchen and dropped his briefcase on the table.
Maddie
turned around from the dinner that was simmering on the stove and smiled at her
husband, chewing on her lip just a little as she saw him. She wondered if there would ever be a day
that his heart-stopping, handsome face and masculine presence wouldn’t send her
heart into overdrive. Every time she saw
him, she wanted to drop her panties and jump on him. Even after a long day at the office, and just
a little bit rumpled, her husband looked delicious in a suit and tie, his blond
hair a little mussed, probably because he’d just run a hand through it from the
frustration she could see on his face.
“And that
would a problem…um…why?” Sam didn’t look
the least bit happy about the fact that his mother had an admirer, a fact that
she’d already been aware of and hadn’t had a chance to mention to Sam. She’d just had coffee with Kara and Helen a
few days ago, and she knew about the flowers, gifts and romantic notes Helen had been receiving. The older woman had been flustered, but she
looked like she was glowing from the attention.
Sam came to
her, wrapping his arms around her waist and moving her away from the stove, her
ass hitting a cupboard behind her. “Because
she’s my mother and she isn’t really sure where they’re coming from. It could be some nut job or a crazy stalker.”
Maddie
pushed on Sam’s broad chest, lifting an eyebrow at him as she met his gaze,
trying not to let herself fall into his gorgeous eyes. “Just because she’s your mother does not mean
she can’t have a beau. If anyone
deserves happiness, it’s her. And I
doubt very much that a stalker or a nut job would send such thoughtful,
respectful notes trying to court her.”
Sam looked
startled. “You knew about it? And you
didn’t tell me?” His surprised look
turned into a frown.
“Yes. I just found out a few days ago and your mom
looks happy. You and Simon need to leave
her alone unless something inappropriate happens. This man obviously adores her and you don’t
need to ruin it for her,” Maddie admonished him. “And I haven’t had a chance to tell you. We’ve been occupied the last few evenings.” Honestly, her husband had been
insatiable. After returning from an
overnight business trip a few days ago, it was like he had to make up for lost
time by taking her straight to the bedroom.
Or taking her on the couch. Or in
the kitchen. Not that she was exactly
complaining.
“We had to
spend nearly forty-eight hours apart. I
missed you,” Sam replied huskily, his eyes riveted on her lips.
“I could
tell,” she told him softly, her core clenching at the memories of the proof of
just how much he’d missed her. “Just let
things evolve with your mom, okay? I think it’s all very mysterious and
romantic.”
“She’s my
mother,” he grumbled.
“She’s also
a woman who needs love,” Maddie reminded him.
“Simon and I
love her.”
“And she
loves you. But didn’t you still want
me? She deserves to be romanced,” Maddie
argued, pushing out of his embrace and crossing her arms stubbornly across her
chest, tapping her foot impatiently, waiting for her husband to be
reasonable. “Let her have this romance,
Sam. Please. For me.” Okay.
She was playing dirty and she knew it, but Helen was so happy, and she
didn’t want to see Sam and Simon destroy it.
“Fuck! I hate it when you play that card. You know I can’t say no,” Sam answered,
disgruntled. “But I’m keeping extra
security on her to make sure this guy isn’t a psycho.”
Yep. She knew he couldn’t say no if she asked him
to do something for her. And she rarely
used that tactic because she did know
that Sam would do anything for her, and she didn’t want to prey on his vulnerability.
But dammit…this was important. “Thank
you. I’ll return the favor when you want
something,” she told him solemnly, still in awe that this strong, powerful man
would bend to make her happy.
“Sunshine…I
do want something,” he told her with a naughty grin, his hands dropping to the
counter, imprisoning her against the cupboard.
Maddie
sighed and placed her hands on his chest, wanting nothing more than to let Sam
have his way with her, any way he wanted it.
But…
“Wait. I have something I need to tell you,” she
answered urgently, knowing she had to get Sam’s attention before he kissed
her. Once that happened…she’d be a
goner.
He
straightened up and put his hands on her shoulders, rubbing up and down her
arms as he asked, “What is it, Sunshine?”
Her heart
fluttered as she heard the genuine concern in his tone. Sam had transformed from horny lover to concerned
husband faster than she could blink. Her
man was made up of so many layers, every one of them appealing as hell. No wonder she couldn’t resist him, loved him
with every cell in her body.
She had no
hesitation in telling Sam he was going to be a daddy. She’d planned a nice dinner and wine,
imagined telling him after they had relaxed.
But the joy she’d been feeling all day bubbled up inside her, clamoring to
be shared with the man she loved. “I’m
pregnant,” she blurted out, far from the delicate way she had planned on
delivering the news.
Sam’s
expression went from astonished…to ecstatic…and then to one of apprehension. “Why?”
Maddie
smirked, unable to resist her husband’s stunned reaction. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she reminded
him teasingly, “You took the job of getting me this way pretty seriously. I’m
not sure why you’re surprised. Does Dr.
Hudson need to give you a refresher on how a woman gets pregnant?”
Sam let out
a whoop and grabbed her around the
waist. Her feet left the ground as he
twirled her in circle before gently dropping her back to her feet again. “I can’t believe it. Are you sure?” he asked, his voice vibrating
with emotion.
Laughing softly,
she answered, “Sam…I’m a doctor. When I
missed my period, I tried not to get my hopes up. I’m irregular. But I took three different tests, and they
were all positive. So yeah, I’m pretty
sure.”
Sam speared
a hand into her hair and lowered his head, resting his forehead against hers, “Are
you happy?” he asked her nervously.
“You know I
am. Sometimes I feel like this is all a dream. You.
Us. A baby. I’m so happy it’s almost frightening,” she
answered honestly.
“It’s no
dream, sweetheart,” Sam said, stroking her hair lovingly, his hand trembling
slightly. “Oh Christ!”
“What?” Maddie jerked her head back to look at his
face. He was obviously upset. “What is it, Sam? You’re scaring me.”
“We had sex,
Maddie. Rough, crazy sex. Over and over in the last few days. The baby—”
“It won’t
hurt the baby, Sam. Sex is perfectly fine,” she answered with a soft
laugh.
“I shouldn’t
have been so rough. God, if I’d known
you were pregnant—”
“If you
would have known, we still would have had the same out-of-this-world sex. Sam…our baby will be fine. Trust me,” she replied, unable to wait a
moment longer to kiss him. Jerking his
lips to hers, she buried her hands in his hair and savored the taste of him,
nipping softly at his bottom lip before soothing it with her tongue.
Sam’s
control lasted about a second before he grasped the back of her head and slid
his other arm completely around her waist, bringing her tightly against him as
he ravished her mouth with his tongue, hot and hungry, just the way she liked
it.
After he’d
kissed her senseless, he groaned, pulling his mouth from hers and rested his
forehead against her shoulder. “I hope
it’s a girl. She’ll be a beautiful miracle
just like her mother.”
“I honestly
don’t care. I just want your baby. Our baby.”
Maddie sighed, her whole body tingling from his kiss and begging for Sam’s
possession. She pressed her body closer,
rubbing against him sensually.
“Maddie,
stop. You know I can’t control myself
when you do that,” Sam told her sternly, but his voice was filled with
longing.
“I’m hoping
you won’t,” she told him sensually, sliding a hand down his chest and tracing
the hard lines of his cock with her fingertips.
“If you don’t
quit, I’ll have you naked and on your back in ten seconds,” Sam
warned her, but his voice was almost hopeful now.
Her fingers
continued to torment him, persistent, her touch becoming firmer as she smiled up at
him. She started counting out loud:
“One.”
“Are you
sure it’s okay,” Sam asked, his desperate eyes meeting hers, his desire and concern appearing to be in conflict.
“Yes.
Positive. I would never do anything to harm our child.”
“Fuck. That feels so good, Sunshine.”
“Two.”
“Three.”
Her shirt
hit the floor.
“Four.”
Her bra hit
the ground.
“Five.”
“Six.”
“Seven.”
The shorts
she was wearing and her panties fell to her feet at the same time.
Sam picked
her up with growl, “Fuck it. I trust
you, Sunshine.”
They never
made it to the bedroom and Maddie never made it to the count of ten. Sam had her on her back and moaning in record
time, right there in the kitchen.
Dinner
burned.
They happily
ordered out a few hours later.
More about Helen's Secret Admirer Coming Soon! : )