Baby for my Dad's Best Friend (Seaport Billionaires #2)

Sneak Peak

SNEAK PEAK

BILLIONAIRE BOSS BABY DADDY

Chapter One

“Can I buy you a drink?” the man dancing behind me whispers into my ear, his soft lips grazing my skin.

A shiver begins to run down my spine from the sensation, but I manage to hold it back as I look up at him from over my shoulder.

His dark eyes are glassy and hooded with dirty thoughts. I can’t hold back my grin as I nod. “Sure.”

His hand falls from my hip and he steps away, my backside now feeling cold without him pressing against me.

He captures my hand in his before leading me from the crowded dance floor over to a private table in the darkened corner of the club.

I smooth down my black mini-dress before sliding into the booth and crossing my legs.

He takes his place next to me and before either of us can speak, a waitress makes her way over.

I notice the way she looks at my dance partner whom I haven’t officially been introduced to yet.

She sees what I see.

The man at my side is different from almost every guy in here.

Most of the guys are younger, college-aged.

They’re dressed in cheap but stylish jeans, worn shoes, and too-tight T-shirts or button-up shirts they probably purchased from Urban Outfitters.

They’re drenched in cheap-smelling cologne and have that grungy, oily hair thing going on that’s become so popular lately.

But not this man.

This man at my side is much older than I am.

He’s wearing a custom designer suit that fits his large, toned body to a T.

His white button-up shirt stretches over his broad shoulders and chest, and it’s tucked into his pants, showing his narrow waist.

His black tie has been loosened, and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, giving the important businessman a more relaxed look.

I don’t know what it is, but this man screams money and importance, and everyone in this club knows it.

“What can I get you?” the waitress asks, batting her overly long lashes at him as she gives a teasing smile.

“Johnny Walker, straight,” he orders, his voice void of emotion.

Then he turns those intoxicating eyes on me. He wets his lips as he looks me up and down. “And this beautiful lady will have?”

My blood warms and my skin burns.

I’m not sure if it’s from his words or the way those eyes of his are drinking me in. “A Manhattan,” I order, not giving the waitress any of my attention.

If one could hear eyes roll, it would sound like a bowling alley in here.

She walks away without another word.

“You know…” He takes my right hand in his left, intertwining our fingers. Then, he uses the fingertips on his right hand to run them up and down my forearm in a slow and teasing way. “We’ve been dancing for almost an hour, and I still don’t know your name.”

I fight the urge to swoon from feeling his soft touch against my skin. “Tatum. What’s yours?” I ask, looking at him from beneath my lashes.

“Jordan,” he replies, releasing my hand as he reaches into his pants pocket.

The waitress is back, and she’s setting our drinks in front of us.

She doesn’t speak as he holds some cash between his index and middle finger. “Keep the change,” he tells her, his eyes never leaving mine.

The waitress snatches the cash and his hand falls back to the table.

She walks away, leaving us alone once again. I pick up my glass and take a sip.

“A Manhattan? You a bourbon girl?”

I lick the orange essence from my lips. “Sometimes. Depends on the mood.”

This makes him grin as he drinks from his glass. “And what kind of mood are you in tonight?” He arches a single brow with his question.

Even though I can see the playfulness in his blue eyes, I know his question is serious.

It’s a question I’ve been asking myself since before I even came out tonight.

I’m not usually the go-out-to-a-club kind of girl.

I’ve always been the stay-home-and-catch-up-on-homework or have-a-movie-night-in type.

However, my best friend finally landed her dream job and she was going to be moving out of state, so I spent my last weekend with her doing whatever she wanted.

And that’s how I got to where I am now.

I feel my face heat under his stare, and the embarrassment causes a nervous smile. “I’m not sure,” I confess.

“How do we find out?”

I turn my head, taking in the club around us.

Erin, the best friend I came here with, is doing shots at the bar with the man she’s claimed for the evening.

Part of me is jealous of how easy she makes all of this look. She looks so comfortable with the man she’s just met.

It’s almost like she isn’t nervous, even though we both know where she’s going to end up tonight: under and on top of the man who already can’t keep his hands to himself.

My entire life, I’ve wished that I was the fun, outgoing, sexy type instead of the quiet, shy girl I’ve always been.

Making friends, dating, and being physical with a guy has never come easy to me. Which is probably why I’m still a virgin at twenty-one years old.

Erin and I have talked about this many times over the years, and she assures me that it’s only hard and awkward the first time.

After that, it comes as naturally as breathing. Or so she says.

I guess that’s why I’m really here tonight.

After losing my boyfriend of the past two years because he got tired of not getting any, I finally know what I have to do.

I have to put this milestone behind me.

The thing is, after Mason broke up with me, I absolutely refuse to give it to him because then he’d feel like he had some kind of power over me.

I think my best option is giving it up to someone I know I’ll never see again.

I can have my awkward first time with a stranger, and then I can walk away embarrassment-free.

Once I’m no longer carrying my V-card, I can easily be physical with the next man I get into a relationship with—at least, that’s what Erin tells me.

I wet my lips and turn my attention back to the man at my side. “I’m sure I’ll figure it out after a few more of these.” I pick up my glass, taking another sip.

His lips pull into a sexy smile, showing off his perfectly straight, white teeth.

I can’t help but get the feeling that he looks familiar, but I know I’ve never seen him on campus, and as an independent college-attending woman, I know I’m too broke to go to any of the types of functions I’m sure he frequents.

His hand settles on my thigh under the table, his skin practically burning mine. “That’s what I like to hear.” He throws back the liquid in his glass and waves the waitress over. “Another round.”

I tip my glass back again, forcing myself to swallow the liquid in one gulp.

“You seem nervous.” His thumb starts to move back and forth against my thigh.

I shrug one shoulder. “I guess I am a little.”

His eyes darken on mine. “You never come to a club before?”

A nervous giggle slips from my lips as I roll my eyes. “No, it’s not that. It’s just that…” I take a deep breath. “Well, I’ve been dating the same guy for the past two years, but we broke up a couple of weeks ago. I guess I’ve never really done this before.”

I motion between us. “You know, come to a club to meet someone and hook up.” My mouth is suddenly dry, but I have no drink to wet it.

“I see.” He nods.

“You do this often?”

He watches me for a long moment, almost like he’s inspecting me for something. “You want the truth?”

I nod and swallow my insecurities. “Of course.”

“I do this more than I care to admit.” Even when confessing to a flaw, he still looks so secure. “My life is busy. I don’t have time to dedicate to a relationship, but…” His brows lift, and he wets his lips. “A man has needs.”

Fresh drinks arrive in front of us, and he picks up his glass. “So when that need arises…” He leaves the sentence to hang between us as he takes another sip.

I pull my glass closer, running my fingertips up and down the stem of the glass. “So, you’ve got this down to a science.” I grin.

He chuckles. “I don’t know about that.” He moves his head from side to side before leveling his eyes on mine. “Sometimes, I leave empty-handed. Other times, I leave with exactly what I came for.”

“How often?”

His eyes widen. “How often?”

I nod. “How often does the need arise ?”

He grins, turning his head away from me as he rubs his free hand across his jaw.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was blushing.

His attention is back on me now. “Once a month, maybe?”

“That’s not too bad, I guess.”

Amusement covers his face. “Not too bad? I’m curious. What would you consider to be bad?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. Every weekend, maybe. Every night for sure.” My eyes double in size.

He laughs. “Every night?” He shakes his head. “I’m not in college. I have other things I need to do with my time.”

I smile, my eyes moving over his handsome face once again.

Mentioning that he’s not in college only reminded me of our age difference.

I would never look at him and think of him as an old man, though he does have that sexy, mature look about him.

His skin is naturally tan, and he has a few thin lines around the corners of his eyes.

His forehead is smooth, as is the rest of his face. His hair is still raven, not yet showing any signs of graying.

He doesn’t look frail, weak, or overweight. In fact, he’s in better shape than most college guys.

He’s tall, toned, muscular, and trim. Hell, I bet professional models are jealous of his body.

“How old are you?” I have to ask.

His eyes narrow slightly and he smiles as he picks up his glass. “Thirty-eight.” He takes a sip. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-one, but I’ll be turning twenty-two soon,” I feel the need to add on.

He leans in slightly. “Have you ever been with an older man?” he whispers, his warm breath blowing across my lips, making me wet them.

I want to tell him that I’ve never been with any man, but I’m worried that will scare him away.

Instead, I simply shake my head.

He runs the tip of his nose up my jaw and my eyes fall closed with the sensation. “I promise you’ll enjoy every minute of it,” he whispers into my ear, his teeth nipping at my lobe.

I suck in a breath as a wave of tingles washes through my body. I feel him pull back, so I open my eyes. They lock with his. “I’m sure I will.”

His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat when he swallows. “How long are we going to play this little cat-and-mouse game? We can quit any time, get on with the rest of our night.”

I grin as I pick up my glass, taking a drink. “My mood hasn’t changed yet. I might need another drink; maybe a dance or two. You know, a little more convincing.” I don’t feel comfortable flirting like this, but the alcohol helps, and I find myself playing a role rather than being myself. “I mean, why should I choose you instead of that guy over there?” I motion toward a random guy by jutting out my chin.

He doesn’t even bother to look. He’s absolutely sure of himself. “You’ve already chosen me, gorgeous. You just don’t know it yet.”

He finishes his drink and then his hand falls from my thigh.

He catches my wrist in his hand and then he pulls me back to the dance floor.

He turns to face me, pulling me against his chest.

Then his hands move up to cup my face as he lowers his mouth to mine.

I’ve had several boyfriends in my life, and I’ve never been shy about kissing any of them, but I’ve never felt a kiss like this, either.

I don’t know what makes it feel so much different from all of those that came before it.

All of the ingredients are the same.

There’s a guy, me, two sets of lips, and two tongues, but the moment his lips press against mine, my body fills with warmth and tingles.

His tongue pushes past my lips and starts to tangle and twist with mine.

Somehow, this role I’m playing takes over, and I find myself giving in to it.

I’m no longer feeling awkward or put on the spot.

Something about him makes me forget who I am. Somehow, he makes me feel comfortable.

Or maybe, I’m just finally giving in to what most have already experienced.

I used to be worried about what others would say or that I’d feel used when it ended. That’s no longer a concern.

I haven’t cared what people have to say for a long time now.

And it’s only now that I know that I won’t feel used when it’s all said and done because I’m the one who’s doing the using.

I fist his shirt, pulling him closer as I begin to kiss him harder and faster.

I’m breathless and my heart is pounding against my chest like it’s trying to escape.

It feels like a knot is forming in my lower stomach and a throbbing starts between my legs.

I squeeze my thighs together, finding a little relief when pressure is applied to the area.

I know this feeling all too well, but tonight, I have no plans of easing away from the edge like I usually would.

Tonight, I plan on jumping over it head-first.

Tonight, I plan to make the most delicious mistake of my life.

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