Bad Boy Boss's Baby

Bad Boy Boss's Baby Blakely Rose Copyright Copyright © [Year of First Publication] by [Author or Pen Name] All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. Contents 1. CHAPTER ONE 2. CHAPTER TWO 3. CHAPTER THREE 4. CHAPTER FOUR 5. CHAPTER FIVE 6. CHAPTER SIX 7. CHAPTER SEVEN 8. CHAPTER EIGHT 9. CHAPTER NINE 10. CHAPTER TEN 11. CHAPTER ELEVEN 12. CHAPTER TWELVE 13. CHAPTER THIRTEEN 14. CHAPTER FOURTEEN 15. CHAPTER FIFTEEN 16. CHAPTER SIXTEEN 17. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 18. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN 19. CHAPTER NINETEEN 20. CHAPTER TWENTY 21. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE 22. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO 23. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE CHAPTER ONE TravisIt's Body Sushi Wednesday, and I am not in a rush to head home. The Sapphire in Times Square gives me the comfort and solitude I need, but my heart still breaks when I think of Natalie, my soon-to-be ex-wife."Here's your bourbon, handsome." The strawberry blond bartender subtly winks at me."Thanks," I say as I return her smile and take the glass.The drink burns the back of my throat as I down the contents of the glass. I let the sting wash over me before placing the cup back onto the counter, my head slowly spinning.Three more shots, and I will be drunk. Staring at the Jim Beam bottle in her hands, I signal for yet another shot.“Well, well,” a raspy female voice says from behind me, “if it isn’t Travis Blackburn himself.”I’d recognize that voice anywhere. Kelsey angles her head, studying me as she slides onto the stool beside me. "Howdy, Travis."Kelsey of the NYC Broadway fashion show. Kelsey, whom I have known for a little while now, and have had a few sexual encounters since my messy divorce.She crosses one slim, long leg over the other and reaches for my drink just as the bartender passes it to me. She then takes the shot. Her face scrunches as the whiskey slides down her throat.“Hey.”“Hey yourself, where on earth have you been?”Sighing, I resign from drinking anymore for the night. As much as I don't care about myself, Casper and Sarah, my children from the broken marriage, won't forgive me if I don't get home safely."Just there," I reply, staring at the empty cup.Kelsey is wearing a short leopard print leather dress that reveals too much skin even for her. “Aww, looks like you needed that drink more than I did. Wanna to talk?” she asks.Shrugging, I scan the room disinterestedly.“Yeah.” Kelsey shrugs. "It's not like you ever talk to me."The urge to leave suddenly overwhelms me. Kelsey watches me closely as I make up my mind. I slide a few dollars onto the counter, making sure to leave a good tip for the bartender.Her smile is huge as she picks up the cash, her eyes never leaving mine."Let me come with you, Travis, to lighten your burden, whatever it is."I stare long and hard at Kelsey. She couldn't possibly lighten this burden, but it wouldn't hurt to take her home with me for the night. It's been a while since I had sex, and the kids are at camp.I nod at Kelsey. “Fine, let’s go.”She slides out of her stool and grabs her purse. Other men watch her closely as she walks out of the bar with me. Kelsey is a total smoke show, a model, and I know they all want her. She’s all and her blond hair falls just above her shoulders in a blunt cut. Kelsey has upturned lips that seem to stay forever in a sexy coy smile that appeals to most men. But, I know her appearance is the result of plastic surgery.When we’re outside I produce my car keys and press the key fob for ‘unlock.’ My Mercedes Benz C-Class Sedan beeps as we approach it. “Wow, that’s sleek,” Kelsey says.I open the passenger door, allowing her room to slide in. “Did you drive here?” I ask.Kelsey chuckles once, and her wink is the answer I imagined.Kelsey had been on a date or something, but once she saw me, she probably bailed to join me. I shake my head in amusement. The drive to my apartment in Queens takes a half hour. It's awkwardly quiet in the car, but I don’t bother to break the silence. I want quiet with no conversation in-between until we arrive at my destination.Kelsey begins to say something but decides against it, her slim fingers with their black-painted fingernails resting against her thighs. As soon as we pull into my spot, Kelsey lunges at me, throwing herself across my thighs, her mouth finds mine, and her kisses feel demanding. Her fingers brush against my crotch, and she desperately tries to unbutton my pants.“We’re almost there, come on,” I say, stopping her.We hurry out of the car and made it to my unit as quickly as possible, touching each other the whole way there.In no time, her dress is up around her waist as she arches her back to me, resting the rest of her body on the pillow. Unbuttoning my pants takes a heartbeat. I quickly fish for a condom from the drawer beside the bed and slip it on. Resting my weight on my elbows, I push my length into her in one smooth move. Slowly, we move together. Soon I’m close to coming, and quickly pull out and let it cool, hoping to keep going for much longer.Starting again, guiding it with one hand. I push into her in one powerful stroke, Kelsey cries out and rolls her hips. Finally, I take it out again and wait, tranquil, deliberate. Allowing my eyes to rake all over Kelsey's body, needing a distraction, her moans muffled by the pillows do the job. Kelsey's hips won't stay down, her ass gleams in the semi-darkness, and I lower myself onto her again.This time, I don't stop thrusting until she cries out continually. Her legs shake in the throes of heated