The Unraveling - Making the Billionaire's Baby 5

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Synopsis
Ever since the billionaire’s confession of his love for Shannon, her life felt like it was heading toward a happy ending. But now with tensions mounting at Marcus’s company and her ex Carl’s curiosity about who is the father of her baby, everything is at risk. It all comes to head in one dramatic day at the MedTech offices as Shannon begins to wonder if her dreams will ever come true or if she made a mistake that she will regret for the rest of her life.

Excerpt

“Your assistant was gone,” I said, closing the door behind me.

Marcus was leaning over his desk, papers spread out in front of him. “I sent her on an errand,” he said, sitting back in his chair. He had dark circles under his eyes.

“What’s going on? Did something happen?”

“What?” He raised an eyebrow as he stacked his papers and put them in his drawer.

“You summoned me at work—this breaks, like, five rules.”

“Oh!” He laughed and pushed his chair back from his desk, holding out his hands. “No, no. I just missed you.”

I walked over, letting him take my hands. His palms were dry and rough. He seemed disheveled.

“Do you want to talk?” I asked. Besides our secret hotel trysts, we didn’t see each other much anymore.

“Not quite.” He brought my hand to his mouth and kissed it, looking up at me with a blatant desire in his eyes.

“Marcus!” I hissed, feeling my cheeks blushing even though we were the only ones in the room. “We can’t do that.”

“Why not? This is the last chance we’ll get to do it here in this office. I’d hate to leave MedTech with that kind of regret, wouldn’t you?”

I couldn’t help smiling. The idea was totally hot.

“What if someone catches us?” I couldn’t help whispering.

Marcus pulled me down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing me.

I pushed away, giggling a little. “Marcus, I’m serious.”

“So am I,” he said, sliding his hand under my skirt, massaging my thigh.

“What if Tracy comes back?”

“She won’t.” He kissed me again, as if that was his final argument and he’d won.

His advances were hard to resist and I’d missed him the last few days, laying alone in my bed at night, wishing his warm body was there next to me.

He was certainly close to me now, the fabric of my tights the only thing separating us.