THE BILLIONAIRE'S SURROGATE BABY

Chapter 51

PHOENIX

"Be quick about it," I said, adjusting my skirt as he smirked.

"Am I ever quick?" he teased, unbuttoning his pants. I rolled my eyes at his playful remark.

"He'll be here soon, so let's make it fast," I urged, bending down to expedite the process. His hands immediately found their way to my breasts, eliciting a gasp from my lips.

"This wasn't part of the plan," I reminded him, attempting to remove his hands from my body, but he persisted, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

His lips trailed along my neck, igniting a fire within me despite the urgency of our situation. I struggled to stifle the moans threatening to escape my lips.

"You pretend like you don't enjoy this," he whispered huskily in my ear, his words sending a thrill through me.

"Look at me, Phoenix," he demanded, his gaze intense as he caught my eye.

Reluctantly, I met his gaze, feeling the heat of his stare as he leaned in closer.

"Kiss me," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Kiss me," he demanded once more, his voice filled with urgency.

I hesitated for a moment, torn between my desire to resist him and the undeniable pull he had over me. But in the end, his persistence wore down my defenses, and I found myself leaning in to meet his lips with mine.

His kiss was fierce and demanding, filled with a hunger that matched my own. Despite my best efforts to resist him, I couldn't deny the electricity that surged between us whenever our lips met.

But even as we lost ourselves in each other, a nagging voice in the back of my mind reminded me of the consequences of our actions. The risk of getting caught, caught by our son.

He always had his ways. To everything about my life and including my body, My eyes briefly flickered to the evident boner, a smirk playing on my lips despite the situation.

"Don't touch it yet," his voice cautioned, but knowing Rome's tendency not to heed my words, I decided not to either. With a smirk, my hands grabbed his erection, relishing in the power of the moment as I glanced teasingly at him.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath as my hand massaged his groin, eliciting a reaction that both excited and alarmed him.

"Mum, mum!" came the voice from the doorway, and the door swung open, revealing Jerome standing there, looking at us with innocent curiosity. Oh, Lord.

I immediately withdrew my hands from Rome, pushing him away as I scrambled to compose myself. Straightening my skirt, I avoided looking at Rome, my heart racing with embarrassment and panic as I focused on Jerome.

"How was school?" I asked, hastily picking Jerome up from the ground, desperate to divert his attention away from the awkward situation.

"Boring," he replied, hugging me tightly.

"Little man," Rome chimed in, smiling at Jerome, whose face lit up in response.

With a forced smile, I nodded, silently grateful for the distraction Jerome provided. As they left the room, I took a deep breath, determined to regain my composure and focus on being the best parent I could be, despite the unexpected interruption which still bordered me.

It wasn't the first time he had stumbled upon us like this, despite my repeated reminders to Rome to remember to close the door whenever we were intimate.

Rome and I aren't together romantically; we're solely co-parenting our son. Although Rome pursued me in the past, his advances stopped two years ago. Our interactions now are purely physical, satisfying primal needs. Well it is not easy to be alone in the same place with Rome without wanting him to fuck the shit out of you.