Secret Baby for Dr. Grump: An Age Gap, Billionaire Boss Romance

1. Olivia

“What’s your name?”

“Liv.”

“Your real name?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“So that I’ll know what name to moan out when I’m inside you.”

Kisses punctuate his words, hot and intoxicating. I feel like I’m venturing into dark territory as I arch my neck and let him put his mouth there, but the way that mouth moves tells me he knows just what he’s doing. A sigh escapes my lips before my breath hitches when I feel his tongue digging into a sensitive spot.

“Moan for me, beautiful.” He purrs it, his low voice vibrating right into my core. “Open up for me.”

“Luke…”

I don’t know anything other than his name. I don’t know anything other than how charming he is and how he makes me laugh, this man I met at the bar where all I wanted was a drink to destress and not think about my life. But the way his hands cruise over my hips and press against my skin feels like he’s known me forever.

“Is this okay, Liv?”

Long, calloused fingers trace my bare stomach, my shirt already gone. When I nod, they dip down into the waistband of my pants and graze right there?—

“Shit. You’re so wet, Liv.”

I jolt at the way he groans my name out before that skillful mouth finds mine again. Our kisses turn feverish as he walks me back toward the bed, where his weight falls deliciously on top of mine. My hands frantically slide down his shirt and unbutton his pants, our limbs kicking clothes off until I’m only in my bra, and he’s…oh, God.

“How are you so big?”

He smirks, dark brown eyes twinkling. They darken when I wrap my hand around his cock and stroke it, gasping when it gets even harder. Another groan releases by my ear, hot and shaky.

“I’m so turned on. If you keep doing that, I might not make it—fuck, Liv.”

He takes my hand after a particularly hard stroke and traps it above us. I pout, but he kisses my pout away, then kisses my breasts and takes my nipple in his mouth until I’m a writhing, whimpering mess before him. The rest is a blur, but before I know it, his tip is poised at my entrance.

There’s a condom already wrapped around him, ensuring that we’re safe from consequences. Our gazes connect, his asking a question that I answer with a wordless nod.

But the silence doesn’t last long. When he slides inside me, I moan at the friction alone, then at the feeling of being full. When he’s so deep in, I moan again as he groans against my lips, his arms straining from the effort of not moving.

I reach out and wrap my hands around his neck, then kiss his jawline. I wrap my legs around him, too, as a desperate feeling thrums in my veins.

“You can move now. Please, Luke.”

It’s all the consent he needs, but he rains my face with kisses first. Then he’s thrusting in and out with gusto and precision, and the friction that I already enjoyed becomes so much more and takes over me completely. Tingles curl my toes and spread up the rest of my body, but they become fire as soon as they reach my belly and chest.

And he never stops touching me. Or holding me. Or grinding his hips and fucking me until I’m crying out for more.

He gives me more, his pace quickening and thrusts so firm and hard that stars dot my eyes. He curls in on me like he wants to feel every inch of my skin, but it’s the way he kisses me again that tells me he’s as lost in this as I am.

“You’re so fucking tight. So hot all over me. God, Liv, you take me so well…”

His words scrape my skin, and his voice rumbles in my core. I blink when he rolls us around, but the look in his eyes while I straddle him is positively deadly.

“Ride me, Liv. Take what you need.”

Too caught in the moment, my inhibitions crumble as I ride him for all I’m worth, milking every groan and cry from that gorgeous, seductive mouth. I tease that, too, catching it in a kiss and sucking as my body rides him faster, harder. I squeeze and tighten while he twitches inside me, his hands clutching my hips and his groans filling the room.

“So tight. Fuck. Keep riding. You’re so close, I know you are. Such a good girl…”

A rough thumb presses my clit and rubs. Pleasure electrifies and my vision blurs.

“Luke…”

“Come for me, Liv.”

Oh my God?—

“Mom, wake up.”

A ringing sound flits in the background. Then a voice is next, excited and just a bit impatient. I open my eyes, disoriented, then jolt awake with my heart pounding madly.

Did I just dream about a memory?

“Mom, you missed your alarm. You’re late!”

I shake it off and glance at Riley, whose excited expression matches her voice. Then I glance at the ringing clock on the bedside table, turn it off, and gather her in my arms.

“Sweetheart, I just missed it by a few minutes. There’s still plenty of time.”

Riley easily climbs into my lap, a soft, warm bundle who is six years old and the love of my life. The feel of her immediately anchors me, my heart steadying as I inhale her wonderful scent. Then I rain her with soft pecks until she’s giggling.

“Mooom.” She giggles again. “If you keep kissing me, you’re really going to be late.”

“If I don’t get my morning kisses, then I’m really going to be sad.”

That’s enough for Riley to turn and give me kisses until I’m grinning and wide awake. Reluctantly, I usher us out of bed because she’s right—while there’s plenty of time, we are going to be late if we stay in bed like this any longer. It doesn’t take long until we’re both freshly showered and the kitchen is buzzing with activity, with her chatter taking the spotlight as she eats her breakfast on the counter.

“Mom, are you still dropping me off at the bus stop?”

“Of course I am, honey. But Nancy will pick you up after and stay with you until I get home. Is that okay?”

She nods. Green eyes follow my movements, a shade so similar to mine. “Are you nervous about your first day?”

I nod, too, then stand on the other side of the counter while I drink my juice. “A bit. Kind of like your first day in school.”

“I wasn’t nervous at all. I made a friend right away.” She brightens. “Sasha’s my partner today.”

She’s distracted right away, telling me about the artwork their teacher made them do together and how they’re going to present it in class later. The conversation continues as I walk her to the bus stop, where we only wait ten minutes for her school bus.

“Be good in school, sweetie. And have fun.”

“You too, Mom!”

I kiss her cheek and wave her off. Then I hurry to the train station, where a crowd’s already piling in to get where they need to. That’s the New York City rush for you, but I find myself oddly challenged by it after years of working in a smaller city, where I had more time to juggle my job and take care of Riley.

Now I’m in the big leagues—recently hired to work in Upper Manhattan’s prestigious hospital, which has been a dream of mine for a while now. Getting hired means I had to uproot our life from the smaller city and go somewhere unfamiliar, but it doesn’t matter.

I got a place in Brooklyn with decent rent. I got Riley into a nice school where she’s getting along well with the other kids.

Now, it’s time to prove myself and make sure that all the big changes we made are worth it.

As I sit on the train and tune out the noises around me, I can’t help my thoughts from returning to the dream earlier. It was so surreal, from the way hands touched me to the way words peppered in between our kisses. But it also felt so real, like I was right there in that moment all over again.

Immediately, my body warms and tingles erupt, a reaction that I bite back. My heart races as I replay every single thing, then tuck them in one by one. Sure, the dream was a memory, pulled from seven years ago when I was younger and didn’t know better.

That one-night stand changed my life and impacted every decision since, including having Riley in my life—and yes,including not having time for anything other than working and taking care of her. I’m probably just a little sexually frustrated, which is completely normal, hence the dream. Maybe when the timing’s right and I’m no longer so busy, I can find time to date again and see where it leads.

But for now, work is the priority and I vow to do my best.

I’m nervous. It’s a given, but that knowledge still doesn’t stop the jitters from coming. The woman who tours me around the hospital, Wanda Jones, is another medical assistant who’s been working here for five years and seems like the friendliest woman.

Everyone we pass greets her warmly, and she responds with little personal questions, like how the kids are doing or about new hobbies. It’s not just other assistants, either, but nurses and doctors, too, who she treats that way. I can already tell she’s well-respected around here, which makes me even more nervous and determined to get on her good side.

“Thank you for taking the time to give me a tour, Mrs. Jones. I really appreciate it.”

She smiles. “Please, call me Wanda. And I’ll call you Olivia.”

“You can call me Liv.”

Her smile widens. “Liv sounds great. Anyway, the tour’s a must, because after this and after you meet your doctor, I doubt you’d have time for a grand tour. You know how it is with our work field.”

I have an idea since we were pretty busy at my old workplace, but I also know that’s nothing compared to how busy I’ll be here. I nod.

“Then I’ll make sure to memorize everything now, so it won’t pose problems in the future.”

The lines around her eyes crinkle. “No need for that. Just familiarization is enough. Our main task is to be the doctor’s shadow, from doing admin tasks to taking care of patients. If you ace that and don’t give them problems, then you’re right where you belong.”

Her encouraging words fill me with warmth. I smile back, then stay silent while she points out important rooms and the floor where most of the doctor’s clinics are located. Then we stop by a large hall with swinging doors.

“Now, the most important area in my opinion…” She sweeps her hand proudly. “The cafeteria! You won’t believe the selection we have here, from the appetizers to the sweets. It’s why I have these love handles and can’t ever get rid of them. The food is too good.”

No doubt about it now—I love this woman. And I think we’re going to get along just fine.

“Food is life.”

She brightens at my words. “Food is life, indeed. Come on. Let’s get you up to the floor where you’ll mostly work. Then the assistant head can introduce you to the doctor you’ll work with.”

“Sounds great.”

We keep up the chatter as we walk toward the elevators, my nervousness shifting into pumped-up as I look forward to successfully tackling this day. When I tell her about my kid being excited about my first day of work, she grins.

“My kids are scared of blood but love the brownies in the cafeteria, especially during Halloween, when they’re dyed red and look like blood. Go figure.”

I grin back. We reach one of the elevator areas, where a crowd’s already forming. I glance at a laughing group, and my grin fades as a sensation enters me.

It’s like being punched in the gut.

Recognition flares. I blink and try to bank it to my imagination playing with me, but the figure in front of me doesn’t disappear and gets even more real by the second. A gasp gets stuck in my throat before panic simmers, my heart racing harder than before.

Dark hair. Handsome. Taller than most people in the room, and yes, those dark brown eyes.

And he’s wearing a white coat that could only mean one thing…

“Who’s that?”

I blurt it out. I can’t help it, but my voice is steady enough that Wanda’s answer is steady, too.

“Hmm? Oh, that’s Dr. Jennings. Dr. Luke Jennings, Chief of Neurosurgery.”

Oh, no. Oh, hell, no. It can’t be.

But when I blink my eyes again, it is. He’s here. He’s here.

The man I had a one-night stand with, the man in my dreams this morning, the man who changed my life—and the man who I haven’t seen in seven years—is standing right in front of me.