I swore I'd never let a client touch me.
Not like that.
But in the suffocating crush of that Manhattan elevator, stalled between floors, his breath ghosted my neck, and every professional vow I clutched crumbled to ash. This billionaire heir, all coiled power and shadowed hunger, saw through my polished facade to the wild thing clawing to break free. One reckless press of his body against mine, and we ignited - sweat-slicked on his desk later, papers scattering like fallen soldiers, his hands mapping every secret curve I hid from the world.
Those nights blurred into obsession.
I'd flee his penthouse at dawn, smoothing my skirt, rebuilding walls he'd toppled with a single look. He was poison wrapped in tenderness, whispering promises that terrified me more than his ruthless legacy. I craved the abandon he unleashed, the way he'd pin me down and unravel me thread by thread, but partnership? Vulnerability? That meant losing the independence I'd bled for. Yet morning sickness hit like a freight train, and under the merciless office fluorescents, two stark pink lines stared back from the test strip. My body had betrayed me with his.
Now his family's vipers circle, sniffing weakness.
He vows protection, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me, but trust him? When every instinct screams this blaze will torch my career, my self-respect, everything I've forged alone? We're painting nursery walls in colors we can't agree on, his thumb brushing my belly in the lamplight, soft and possessive, like he already owns us both. But if I surrender to this doomed pull, what shatters first - his empire, our child’s future, or the defiant woman I fought to become?
A full-length surprise pregnancy erotic romance featuring an ambitious consultant and a ruthless billionaire heir.
