Billionaire Baby Daddy

03. Dara

6 Weeks Later

Please, please, please, I thought, worrying my bottom lip between my teeth. Be negative.

I sank onto the floor and wrapped my arms tightly around myself. The tiles beneath my bare feet had warmed by this point, and yet I still felt chilled to the bone. My eyebrows knitted together as I stared at the plastic stick balanced on the edge of the tub.

My stomach churned, and I felt another wave of nausea. Shutting my eyes, I pursed my lips and took several deep breaths through my nose until the sensation subsided.

One deep breath.

A second.

A third.

By the fourth, I was ready to pick up the stick.

My mind went blank as I stared at the plus sign. In a single instant, my life had changed forever.

I wasn’t sure how long I stared at the pregnancy test, but it was long enough to go from feeling nothing to everything at once. I was torn between bursting into tears and beaming with excitement.

Being a mom had always been on the list of things I wanted to accomplish in my life. I loved children—always had, and the idea of raising my own had been one of my dreams. Later. Much later in life.

Ilwoo would be thrilled. He was a good boyfriend—the nicest man I’d ever dated. He’d even brought up the possibility of getting married, even though we’d only officially started dating a month ago.

Yes, Ilwoo would be a good father.

Then, my smile faded as the memories of six weeks ago flooded to the surface.

“Don’t question it,” he whispered. “Let yourself go.”

I let myself give in to his delicate kisses and tender touches, relaxing on the bed. Jiyong’s fingers slipped beneath my nightgown, trailing feather-light sensations across my stomach and around my hips. I shifted to allow him to remove the silky nightie, and he tossed it behind him.

He growled playfully and pushed me back to the bed.

I gasped as he peered down at me with a dangerous gaze. Slowly he ground himself against me, invoking another gasp from my throat.

Everything about him invaded my senses: his smell, his sounds, his touch…

His gaze had turned from playful to serious, and he rested his hands on my shoulders, holding me in place. He pressed heated kisses along my collarbone, trailing them between my full breasts. He stared down at me hungrily, and I felt defenseless and exposed beneath him. It filled my body with intense shudders of desire.

Jiyong’s warm palms closed over my breasts, and his fingers clasped my nipples, his thumbs brushing them over and over. When he pinched them, I twitched and jumped under his touch.

It was almost too much to handle.

Our breath had grown heavier under the intensity of the moment, and the anticipation pounded against my ribcage. Jiyong paused what he was doing and straightened his back. I watched as his chest rose and fell steadily. He set his fingers to my panties and tugged them down my legs. He exposed the sensitive flesh hidden between my tender folds and lowered his mouth to taste me.

“Oh, Jiyong,” I gasped at his gentle licks and kisses against my clit. He soaked me quickly with his skilled movements. “I want you, Jiyong.”

Even in the darkness of the hotel penthouse suite, I could see his smirk. I was caught up in the moment, my body feasting on and relishing the sensations that he was giving me. With every flick of his tongue, an electric tingle shot through my femininity and into my core. Within a minute, I was wet with want and pounding on the inside, longing to be filled.