A Baby for My Billionaire Stepbrother 5 by Cassandra Zara

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    “Y ou drive me crazy,” he whispered, his words melting into my mouth. “I don't know how you do it, but you do.”
    I couldn't believe what I had seen on my stepbrother's computer. The thought of it made me sick, literally. But when combined with my missed period, I began to suspect something else. I needed to get away from James, so I went to visit Anne. But, I had to make a stop at the drug store first.
    Anne was the best friend I had in Boston and she gave me some worldly advice. With her words in my head, I realized I couldn't leave James like this. I had to make things right, so I put my worries aside and went back to his apartment.
    It was only an afternoon of guitar lessons and pleasure before the problems between James and I resurfaced. In a gesture of absolute trust, he offered to share the full contents of his phone with me. However, I couldn't return the gesture. There was one picture that I could not allow him to see. Not yet.
    Would James understand? Or would it drive us further apart and keep him from accepting the gift I so desperately want to give him... a baby?
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    H is tongue stroked mine, confident and sure. I moaned slightly, wanting to press my body into his, but there was a guitar in the way. I was surprised we had even been kissing this long with the beautiful instrument between us.
    “Help me get this off,” I said, pulling the strap over my head, and fighting with my own limbs in my haste.
    “Oh, I'll get you off,” he teased, gently taking the instrument from me. He managed to hold onto it like it wasn't an awkward shape or size. With practiced care, he set it down next to the amp and looked up at me. His eyes were dark and heated and his hair messy from my fingers. Just looking at him like that was foreplay for me.
    Without the guitar in the way, he kissed me again. Slower this time, more controlled. I bit at his lower lip, but he easily took the lead of the kiss again, guiding me to where he wanted. I arched into him, my body easily contouring to his.
    He reached down, lips still on mine, and undid the button to my jeans. The zipper was next and with a little help, I was soon shimmying out of my jeans. I arched my hips into him, feeling his erection press against my thin panties.
    Together, we melted to the floor, still locked together in a slow and sensual kiss. As I slid downward, his hand caught my sweater and pulled up, leaving me with only my bra and panties. James licked his lips like I was the most delicious thing he had ever seen...
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Previously in this series
    I n Part 1, I thought I was all grown up. Going to college in New York had changed me, and I was sure I was no longer the awkward girl I had been in high school. However, James had the ability to bring me right back to my awkwardness. After I had seen him naked in his bedroom, he had made fun of me. Then, after I got drunk and a man tried to rape me, he rescued me. On top of being my hero, he had given me a fierce kiss. I couldn't let it go. I had to follow him to Boston, had to find out if he felt the same way about me as I felt about him. And he did...
    In Part 2, after fucking me, James sent me to his apartment. I thought about how I was probably already pregnant with his child, rubbing my belly every chance I got and dreaming of our future life together. When he came home from work, he took me again, then had to leave to go back to the office. I wandered down to the coffee shop he owned, getting to know the town I felt that I'd be spending a lot more time in. Only James didn't feel that way. After spending a passionate night together, he told me that I had to go back to New York. Even though I was in tears when I left, I was already starting to forget him, but then he barged into my dorm room...
    In Part 3, James barged into my room, intent on fucking me right there.