Filthy Game of the Rich

Temptation and Tenderness

Sebastian sat beside Mailee as the medical team prepared the ultrasound equipment. The room was dimly lit, a soft glow from the monitor illuminating Mailee's belly as the doctor applied the cold gel to her skin. Sebastian's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of excitement and nervousness. This was the moment he had been waiting for—the first real glimpse of the life growing inside Mailee.

The sound of the heartbeat filled the room, a rapid, steady rhythm that made everything else fade away. Sebastian's breath caught in his throat as he stared at the monitor. There, on the screen, was the tiny fetus, its little limbs wiggling as if waving hello.

"About ten weeks along," the doctor announced, pointing to the screen. "And here you can see the fetus, just starting to take shape."

Mailee and Sebastian exchanged a glance, their eyes reflecting the same awe. Something about hearing that heartbeat, seeing that small flicker of life, warmed both of their hearts in a way neither had expected. It was a shared moment of wonder, a connection that was forming between them, however unspoken.

Later that evening, Mailee complained of some lower back pain. The pregnancy was still in its early stages, but it was already taking a toll on her body. Sebastian, noticing her discomfort, decided to do something to ease her pain. He made his way to the kitchen and prepared a glass of warm milk, hoping it would help her relax and sleep better.

He walked quietly to Mailee's room, intending to knock, but the door was slightly ajar. Not wanting to disturb her, he pushed the door open gently and stepped inside. To his surprise, Mailee was standing by the bed, completely naked, caught in the act of changing into her nightclothes.

This was the second time he had seen her like this, the first being during the initial medical examination. His mind flashed back to that moment, recalling the sight of her soft, pink nipples and the way her skin had glowed under the harsh lights of the examination room. He felt a sudden, unwelcome rush of arousal, something that stirred deep within him.

Mailee froze, her hands hovering over the lacy bra and panties she was wearing. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she didn't move. She was just as shocked as he was, but there was something else in the air—an unspoken tension that neither of them knew how to break.

Sebastian's eyes trailed over her body, noticing the subtle changes that pregnancy had already begun to make. Her hips had a fuller curve, her breasts slightly swollen, and there was the faintest hint of a baby bump forming just below her belly button. It was this that held his attention the most.

Before he could stop himself, he found his feet moving closer to her, the glass of milk still in his hand. His gaze locked on hers, and for a moment, they simply stared at each other, the air thick with something neither of them could name.

"Do you want to feel the baby?" Mailee's voice was soft, almost tentative. "I've had trouble sleeping... maybe it will help."

Sebastian hesitated, the logical part of his brain telling him to step back, to leave the room and give her privacy. But the pull he felt was stronger than reason, a primal instinct he couldn't ignore.

"Is that so?" he replied, his voice low as he stepped even closer. He offered her the glass of warm milk, but his eyes never left her face. He saw the uncertainty in her eyes, but also something else—something that mirrored his forbidden desires.

He placed the glass on the bedside table and reached out, his hand brushing lightly over the small bump on her belly. The warmth of her skin seeped into his palm, and without thinking, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the spot where their child was growing.

Mailee's breath hitched, and Sebastian noticed she hadn't touched the milk. A sudden, reckless idea flashed through his mind, and before he could second-guess himself, he picked up the glass, took a sip, and then pressed his lips to hers, transferring the warm liquid from his mouth to hers.

Mailee gasped, her eyes widening in shock, but she didn't pull away. His hand slid up her side, brushing against the delicate fabric of her bra until his fingers grazed the curve of her breast. The sensation sent a shiver through her, something unfamiliar but not entirely unwelcome.

He pulled back slightly, his lips still hovering close to hers, and whispered, "Mailee, let's wait until this little fellow is a bit bigger." His hand rested on her belly, his thumb tracing small circles over the skin. Sebastian planted a kiss on her cheek, helped her change and tugged her into bed. He then exited the room.

Mailee sat on the edge of her bed, her mind spinning with thoughts about what had just happened. The warmth of Sebastian's touch still lingered on her skin, the sensation of his lips brushing against hers playing over and over in her mind. What was going on? She couldn't quite understand the feelings that had begun to stir within her.

Had Sebastian really taken a liking to her? Or was it simply about the baby she was carrying for the Caldwell family? Mailee had no experience with men like Sebastian—charming, powerful, and completely out of her league. In fact, she had no experience with any man before. She knew her role was to be the surrogate, to help them bring their child into the world, but now everything felt more complicated.

His touch had been gentle, almost tender, and for a moment, she had allowed herself to believe that there was something more behind it. But was she being naive? Was she misreading the situation, letting her emotions get the better of her?

Mailee's thoughts swirled in confusion. She couldn't deny the connection she had felt, even if it had only been for a fleeting moment. But she also couldn't ignore the fact that she was carrying the Caldwell heir

Was it really possible that Sebastian saw her as more than just a surrogate? Or was it simply the baby that was drawing him closer? Mailee didn't know the answers, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between them. And as she lay down to sleep, the echo of his touch continued to linger, leaving her with more questions than answers.