42. Sneak Peek

Sneak Peek

Secret Baby For My Pucking Billionaire

Prologue - Six Years Ago

EMILY

I wish it was Andrew taking me to prom.

I sigh as I look myself over in the bathroom mirror. I love my pink dress, cinched at the waist with a princess flare at the bottom.

A few curly tendrils of my dark hair fall free from the braided bun.

My crush on Andrew began when my brother brought him home from school all those years ago.

We never officially dated, but we were always close growing up. Three years ago, he had chosen me , a freshman, to be his senior prom date. As captain of the high school hockey team and the most popular and hottest guy in school, he could have gone with anyone.

Nothing ever happened between us, except me giving him an innocent kiss on the corner of his lips. I never thought anything could ever top that.

And now it's my senior prom and I'm standing here wishing it will be him taking me.

But that's impossible. He's playing for a minor league hockey team and he's so busy. I shake my head, enjoying the bounces my curly strands make.

The doorbell rings and I paste a smile on my face, ready to receive Patrick Shire. He's cute but I can't help but feel a pang of disappointment.

"Honey, you won't believe who is here!" My mom's voice calls out and reaches me here in my bathroom.

What is it with proms and moms?

I head downstairs and have to grip the railing when I see who is at the door waiting for me in a tux, a heart melting grin on his face, and a fancy corsage in one hand.

"Andrew?" I ask in disbelief.

Did I just wish you into existence?

His hearty laugh jolts me out of my fog. "Are you going to welcome me inside or not, Emily Mitchell?"

I throw my head back and laugh, jolting downstairs and into his arms.

My mom is busy snapping pictures. It's too bad that dad is resting in another room and not feeling well. He'd love to see Andrew, who he used to coach in high school.

"What are you doing here?" My eyes blink rapidly as he puts the corsage on my wrist.

His mischievous eyes meet mine, and I get lost in those baby blues. I wipe away a strand of his dark hair out of his eyes and then poke him.

"Ow, what was that for?"

I shrug. "I had to know if you were real. I mean, I'm beyond happy and all, but what are you doing here? How…"

His blue eyes twinkle as he laughs. "I told Mr. Shire his services were no longer needed tonight."

Before I can ask him anything else, mom is ordering us around for poses to take photos. My heart is beating so fast I wonder if they can both hear it.

And before I realize it, mom is pushing us out the door with a wave and a wink, and Andrew is holding my hand as he leads me to his red Mustang.

The entire night is perfect, and I try to take it all in as it's happening. Andrew is a true gentleman. Throughout the night, we dance, laugh, and seamlessly slip back into the comfort of our shared memories. We talk about the countless summer evenings we spent with friends until the early hours and all the deep conversations we used to have that stretched well into the night.

He also tells me about how much he loves hockey and alludes to a secret he wants to share with me.

"What is it?" I ask breathlessly as we smile for the prom photo.

He just smiles his smug smile and I know I'll have to wait.

As prom comes to an end, we make our way to a secluded spot by the lake, where his car is.

He lifts me in his arms, and I look up at the stars, pulling him close.

"I don't want tonight to end." I desperately wish for more time. If my earlier wish for Andrew came true, couldn't this one come true too?

When he leans down and kisses my neck, I jolt wide awake. He grins at my reaction. "Should I take you home?" I can tell he doesn't want me to say yes, and the truth is that's the last thing I want too.

When I shake my head, he opens the back seat of the car and gently brings me down onto the seat. He kisses the top of my head then runs around to the other door and in a flash is next to me.

The sunroof above us is open, the moonlight pouring down on us.

As he leans towards me, my breath suspends.

And then he kisses me like I've always wanted him too. His hand traces the curve of my waist as he kisses me deeply, making my toes curl and a deliciously uncomfortable heat grow between my legs.

This is all so new to me. I mean, I had a few make-out sessions with Patrick Shire, but nothing Patrick ever made me feel compares to what Andrew is making me feel right now.

Gasping, I break away for a moment. "Andrew, there's something I need to tell you."

He playfully rubs his nose against mine. "What's that?"

My face goes bright red, and I bite down on my lip as my nervousness grows. "I am a…"

"Virgin?" Andrew interrupts with a smile.

Panic seizes me. "How can you tell?"

"Emily, it's okay," he assures me, kissing me again. "Actually, I have something to tell you too. I'll finally tell you my secret."

He's looking so boyish and excited, his blue eyes bright as a dark strand of hair falls across his eyes again. I gently move it out of the way and then hold his hands, eagerly waiting for his news.

"I got drafted," he finally blurts out.

"To the army?" I ask, confused.

"No, silly. The NHL!" Andrew squeezes my hands tightly.

I squeal, jumping into his lap. "Where are you going?"

Andrew puffs up his chest with pride as he declares, "The New York Arctic Hounds."

He is overflowing with excitement, but I'm wilting inside as reality hits me. We are both leaving Chicago. I'll be going to college in San Diego in the fall, and he'll be pursuing his hockey dream in New York, which can only mean one thing.

"I won't ever see you again, will I?" My lips tremble and my eyes fill up with tears.

"Don't you say that." He gently touches my cheek and then kisses me with hungry lips. "Go to college. I'll be back for you. I promise."

"I promise…" I begin, my voice trembling. "I promise too. I'll wait for you."

I can't help it and start to cry, and he gently wipes away all my tears.

Then, looking deep into my eyes, he smiles and whispers, "I love you, Emily Mitchell."

I gasp for air, my heart thudding in my chest. "I love you too, Andrew Connoly."

We kiss again, this time with a desperate need for each other. He adjusts my legs until I'm straddling him, and I gasp when I feel the growing bulge between his legs.

Andrew brings his hand inside the top of my dress and under my bra, playing with a nipple and making me quiver.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" He meets my gaze and waits for my permission.

I take his hand and intertwine his fingers with mine. "Yes," I say, resolute. "I have never been more sure of anything in my life."

As soon as I say that, he engulfs my mouth with a kiss while he brings the bottom of my dress up and finds my panties. It startles me and I let out a small cry when his finger slides gently inside of me.

I hug him while I get used to his caress, goosebumps immediately covering my skin. He is very gentle, and it doesn't hurt me at all. Quite the opposite, it only brings me joy, in a form of pleasure that I have never experienced before in my life.

It's not long before I'm moaning into Andrew's ear, soft whispers filled with my desire for him.

I'm soaking wet and his hands are now busy with his own zipper, and I quiver just thinking of what will happen next.

Still kissing me, he takes one of my hands and nonchalantly places it around his member, big, hot, and throbbing, and squeezes his own hand around mine.

As I touch him, I hear his first soft moans inside my mouth. I pull back from kissing him and focus on his handsome face, beautifully transformed by his pleasure.

When I keep touching him, he moans loudly and squeezes me tight against his chest and pulls me in for a kiss.

"Do you know how to use this?" Andrew asks, producing a condom out of his back pocket.

I take the package in my hand. Trying to be sexy, I open it with my teeth, only then remembering from the sex education class that we were told never to do that. I take it out of the wrapper and place it on him, just like we practiced in class.

"Go at your own pace," he whispers, reaching under my dress to pull my panties to the side.

Deciding to mount him, I hover over him and bring the top of his penis at my entrance.

As I press down, the first aches pierce me. Andrew keeps a hand on my back and the other on my butt, kissing me tenderly on my neck and gently encouraging me to continue.

I press down a little further, biting my lip and burying my face into his shoulder, gasping for air.

When I press down even more, I let out a small scream while Andrew engulfs me with a kiss. My trembling body responds as I feel his girth and length fill me completely.

"Are you ok?" he asks, looking at me with concern.

I nod, smiling. When he brings his hands down to my buttocks, and moves me up and down, I start moving as well. As I do, I immediately begin moaning, my thoughts dissolving as I get lost in this moment.

My eyes are closed and nothing else exists, only the pleasure we are giving each other.

Supporting myself on the back of the front seat, I lean back. I gaze down at him as I move faster and faster. He touches and kisses my breasts, which cause small electric shivers to spread all over my body.

Now I have to bite down on my bottom lip to control the desperate cries that come out of me.

"There's no one around here," Andrew says softly. "You don't have to hold back."

And I don't.

I'm on the verge of howling, bucking my hips involuntarily. All of a sudden, an unsurmountable, delightful, and unbearable heat explodes inside me, causing me to fall against him.

"What just happened?" I ask, trying to catch my breath.

"Magic," Andrew grins, his face flushed red as he breathes heavily.

We launch into another kiss, this time slow and tender.

After several moments, I ask the question that I'm dreading the answer to.

"When are you going to New York?" I ask, hoping to hear a ‘never.'

"Tomorrow afternoon." Andrew looks down and reaches for my hand. "Will you really wait for me?"

He brings my hand to his face to kiss it, then squeezes it. Forcing him to look me in the eyes, I stare straight into his icy blues. I nod fiercely and say, "Always."

Andrew kisses me deeply one last time, making me feel so loved that I can't even imagine belonging to anyone else.