Billionaire Baby Dilemma (11 page)

Her pupils dilated, and her breath came in small gasps. He knew he was playing with fire.

The ripples from the water lapped between them. His hand slid around to the nape of her neck, fingers inching into her hairline as he urged her closer still.

“I can't trust you,” she told him, even as she tipped her chin and canted her face to the right angle.

“I know,” he responded softly, the words more a caress than part of a coherent conversation. But he understood her position. He didn't much care about it at this exact moment, but he understood it.

“And you can't trust me,” she breathed, her words and her body giving him mixed messages.

He shifted so that their bare thighs brushed together. “I know that, too,” he answered with honesty.

He gave in and brushed his lips against hers in a tender, painfully brief kiss. It was more a question than a statement. If she was going to back off, he needed her to do it now…right now.

Instead, her fingertips fluttered across his bare chest, sending spikes of desire deep into his belly.

“Stalemate all over again,” she murmured.

“Story of our lives.” And he kissed her harder, parting his lips, sliding his free hand around the base of her spine, dragging her into the cradle of his thighs, nothing but the thinnest silk separating her heat from his need.

“This won't—” The rest of her words were lost on a gasp, even as her arms twined around his neck, her plump breasts pressing against his skin, her hard nipples burning him like a brand.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers, while one hand smoothed her hair, caressed her neck, her cheek, brushed across her tiny ear. She was so perfect, so delectable, he couldn't kiss her enough, couldn't touch her enough, couldn't hold her tightly enough.

Her palms ran over his shoulders, sliding across his slick, wet skin, tracing the curve of his biceps, searing a train of heat wherever they went. He felt his muscles bunch to steel. Every inch of his body hardened, and his tunnel vision narrowed to Devin.

He kneaded the small of her back, slipping his fingertips under the elastic of her peach panties. The slippery sensations of skin, silk and water brought a groan from deep in his throat.

Her tongue answered his, and her hands grasped his shoulders, small fingers digging erotically into his tightening muscles. He cradled her bottom, lifting her easily, pulling her against him as she bobbed in the cool water. Her legs wrapped around his
waist, and his body reflexively arched against hers. He cursed the fabric separating them.

She moaned his name, and he felt himself move to the ragged edge of control.

“Not here,” he managed to say, but he kissed her longer and harder and deeper.

“Then—”

His hand closed over her pert breast, and she gasped out loud.

The stairs were only a few feet away. He could do this. He moved toward them.

Without breaking the kiss, he mounted the short staircase in the shallow end of the pool. He carried her across the deck, past the towel rack, snagging his running shorts before taking her into the dark warm depths and privacy of the pool house.

She drew back, blinking her glazed eyes before glancing at the daybed in the small, dimly lit room. She seemed to hesitate. “This is a bad—”

He strummed the pad of his thumb across her swollen nipple, and she sucked in a breath. Her thighs convulsively tightened around him, and he felt a shot of raw lust cascade through his body.

He already knew this was a bad idea.

It was a terribly stupid, reckless idea.

But he was far past caring.

He captured her mouth with his, kissing her deeper still. His hands slid over her satiny skin. He inhaled her scent, tasted the sweetness of her mouth, groaned in near ecstasy when her small hands stroked from his chest to his waist and below.

He sat back on the daybed, flicked the clasp of her bra, then tossed the delicate garment aside.

“You are gorgeous,” he groaned, caressing her breasts all over again.

She tipped her head back, her eyes going shut, the apex of her body pressed tight against him. He rotated his pelvis, savoring the sensation. Her hands clasped his thighs, each fingertip a pinpoint of sensation.

He feathered a touch along her inner thigh, traced the edge of her filmy panties, slipping inside until she gasped and squirmed against him.

He caught her moan in a hot, deep kiss, while he stripped off his boxers, groping in his running shorts for the condom in the pocket.

He found it, but her panties were in the way.

He fisted his hand around one strip of lace. Cursing in frustration, he jerked the fabric and it easily tore away.

Devin wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her gorgeous body against him, kissing his neck, his ear, his temple, running her hands through his hair and holding tight.

He bracketed her hips with both hands, slowly pushing his way inside her, inch by amazing inch, feeling her hot body clasp him. He bent his head and kissed one nipple, drawing it into the cavern of his mouth.

“Lucas,” she cried, and he thrust all the way home.

Her lithe body molded around him, and instinct took over as he pressed and withdrew.

The hot summer air surrounded them. The scents from the garden swirled in. The glow of the yard lights seemed to dance through the window, while the sensations of Devin hijacked his brain.

She kissed him.

Deeply at first.

Then more gently, more slowly, as if she was savoring the sensations.

Her body matched his thrusts, her breathing deep and steady.

She cradled his face with her hands, drawing back ever so slightly, gazing into his eyes, hers glowing midnight, sparkling with blue diamonds.

He slowed the rhythm, while they stared at each other. Neither said a word, but their communication was finally clear, crystal clear, no pretense or posturing between them.

He tried to hang on.

He desperately wanted to stop time. Right here. Right now. Forever.

But instinct took over. His pace increased, and her eyes fluttered shut. She clung tighter, and he rose higher and higher until her cries pierced the summer dark, and he followed her over the edge.

His heart thundered. His lungs dragged in air, his body desperately trying to recover from their cataclysmic lovemaking.

Devin melted against him, her hot body obviously spent, sweat mixing with pool water on his slick skin, and he laid back on the daybed and hugged her to him. He stroked her wet hair, kissed her temple, smoothed his hands down her bare back.

“Hoo, boy,” she breathed in his ear.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

She was silent for a long moment. “Define ‘okay'?”

“I didn't hurt you?”

Her body quaked with a brief chuckle. “I'm not hurt. Surprised, maybe.”

“You're surprised?” He drew back so that he could look into her eyes. “I saw that one coming a mile away.”

She shook her head in denial, but he wasn't going to let it go that easily.

He caught her gaze once more. “Are you saying I'm the only one of us who's been fantasizing all week long?”

She glanced off to the side without answering.

“Admit it,” he cajoled.

This time, she dropped her forehead against his. “There's something wrong with us.”

“We're healthy adults?”

“We're making a bad situation even more complicated.”

“Devin?”

“Yes?”

“It's okay to take a break here. We can easily restart the fight again tomorrow.” Cradling the back of her neck, he gently laid her head against his shoulder. For the moment, he just wanted to hold her close. He wasn't ready to let go.

“Are you declaring a truce?” she asked, voice muffled.

“A truce is better than a stalemate,” he sighed, settling her in the circle of his arms, burrowing his face into the crook of her neck and inhaling her fresh scent.

She relaxed against him, her lips brushing his hairline as she spoke. “Just until breakfast, okay?”

He kissed her neck, then he kissed her ear, then he drew back and kissed her swollen lips, once, then twice, then a third, long time. “Until breakfast,” he agreed, feeling arousal pulse through his body all over again.

 

In the breakfast alcove off the Demarcos' big kitchen, Devin kept her attention studiously on Amelia in the high chair, spooning rice pablum into the baby's mouth, while various staff members worked in the kitchen.

Across the table, Lucas had long since finished an omelet and was sipping his second cup of coffee.

“Is that enough, sweetheart?”

Devin asked as Amelia pursed her mouth against a spoonful of pablum.

Amelia kicked her feet in response and reached her hand out for the small bottle of apple juice sitting on the table. Devin swiftly wiped Amelia's mouth and handed her the colorful juice bottle.

“Is that the plan?” asked Lucas, voice flat.

Devin glanced around and realized the kitchen had emptied of staff.

“What plan?” she asked cheerfully, without meeting his eyes. Instead she mopped up the splashes of pablum from the high-chair tray before taking a bite of her toasted blueberry bagel that had long since gone cold.

“We pretend it never happened?”

“I like it.” Devin nodded and wiped the high-chair tray with the damp cloth. “It's a pretty good plan.”

In the cold light of day, she couldn't believe she'd had sex with Lucas, in the pool house, with bohemian abandon.

She'd yelled.

She wasn't a yeller.

What had gotten into her? What must Lucas think?

“Look at me,” he told her.

She didn't. “Why?”

“Are you embarrassed?”

“No.” Not exactly. Okay, yeah,
embarrassed
would be a good word. She made sure the corners of the high-chair tray were spotless.

“Because there's nothing—”

“Lucas.” At the end of her rope, she set down the cloth and glared at him. “Can we not talk about this?”

He paused, looking uncertain. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I'm fine. I'm great. I've got a lot to do today.”

Amelia was running low on diapers and applesauce, and Devin was determined to get some writing done at nap time.

Lucas cleared his throat. “We still need to talk about Steve. We still need to talk about the nanny.”

“I
do
have a life, you know.”

He went silent for another moment. “I never said you didn't.”

“It can't all be about your agenda.”

“My
agenda
is to take care of Amelia.”

“Well, so is mine.”

“Good. Then we agree.”

Amelia dropped her bottle on the hardwood floor, and Devin bent to retrieve it.

She sat upright again. “I doubt very much we agree on anything.”

His eyes flared with determination. “We agreed last night.”

Devin brought her hands down on the tabletop. “Are you going to throw last night up in my face forever.”

“I meant we agreed to face the truth last night. And eight hours isn't forever?”

Amelia had grown tired of sitting in the high chair and started to squirm.

Devin reached over and untied her bib, folding the damp
fabric and placing it on the table. She squeezed the latch on the high chair tray and slid it forward, reaching under Amelia's arms to lift her out.

Lucas stood up. “You are completely rattled.”

“No, I'm not.” But she knew he was right. Last night had seemed like a good idea at the time. Okay, it had seemed like a great idea at the time, but now she realized that by sleeping with Lucas she had given him the advantage.

Because, while he seemed perfectly capable of casual sex, Devin found her feelings for him hopelessly confused. On the one hand, she wanted to fight him. She needed to keep fighting him for Amelia's sake. On the other hand, she found herself wanting to continue the truce.

Maybe she just wanted to sleep with him again. Or maybe she needed to convince herself that it was more than just lust last night. How could she enjoy sex so much with a man she didn't respect and admire? It didn't make sense.

Nothing made sense this morning.

A staff member entered the kitchen and began clearing up the coffee service from the breakfast bar.

Lucas dropped his voice. “We need to talk.”

“We just did.”

“We need to be together on this, Devin.”

She tucked Amelia against her shoulder. “We need to forget it ever happened.”

“I'm not talking about sex,” he hissed, and the staff member faltered in her cleanup.

Devin frowned.

Lucas leaned closer. “Steve. We need to be together against Steve.”

“Not now,” said Devin with a shake of her head. She needed time to herself. She needed to get her head on straight about, well, everything.

“Then when?” he persisted.

“I don't know.” She paused. “Tomorrow. Okay? Tomorrow.”

“Devin.” His exasperation was clear.

She moved toward the door to the main hallway. “Back off, Lucas. I need a little time.”

L
ucas tracked Steve down to his executive office on the fifteenth floor of the Pacific Robotics building. It was nearly noon, and sunshine streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the ultramodern, European-styled office.

The desk was stark white, plastic with rounded edges, no drawers and a Plexiglas top that reminded Lucas of a kid's toy. The chair matched, molded plastic with white vinyl cushions. While the white shelf unit behind Steve held numerous impressionist glass objects for which he'd likely paid a fortune.

His computer was a bright white flat screen with a sleek matching keyboard, there wasn't a single piece of paper in the office. The only splash of color was a metallic abstract painting, in aqua and silver on the side wall. Lucas was forced to squint against the glare.

“Lucas,” Steve greeted with a smug, half smile as he swiveled his chair back and forth a few degrees. His suit was steel-gray, his dark hair stark against the white background.

The door firmly shut behind him, Lucas advanced on the desk. He folded his arms over his chest. “Just what the hell do you think you're doing?”

“At the moment, I'm composing a memo.”

“You think you can intimidate Devin?”

Steve stopped swiveling and sat up straight. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“You don't think I'll protect her?”

Steve scoffed out a cold laugh. “I think you'll protect your investment.”

“I can't believe you'd target a defenseless woman.”

“Unlike you?” Steve sneered.

Lucas pointed sharply with his index finger. “I have never—”

“Never what? Never fought Devin Hartley for control of Amelia? Never conspired with Konrad to manipulate Granddad's will?”

“You
know
that's a lie.”

“I know nothing of the sort.”

“You better back the hell off on this one, Steve. I am not letting you anywhere near Devin and Amelia.”

Steve laughed at that. “What are you, saddling up the white charger now? Galloping on over to the moral high ground? You'd have kicked Devin to the curb months ago if you'd been able to get away with it.”

Lucas stilled, because Steve was right. If Lucas had found a way to get sole guardianship of Amelia, he wouldn't have given Devin another thought. But that was then. This was now. All he could seem to think about was Devin's welfare. And he was
not
going to let Steve hurt her.

Steve obviously sensed his advantage, because he came to his feet and his voice got louder. “You want Amelia because she gives you control of the company. So don't stand there and pretend this has anything to do with Devin.”

Lucas leaned in. “You'd have her disinherited? You'd have Konrad's only child disinherited for your own selfish ends?”

“Like you wouldn't if it was my child.”

“I wouldn't,” Lucas answered honestly. Much as he'd hate Steve having control over Pacific Robotics, he would respect his grandfather's wishes.

“You lie almost as well as I do,” Steve returned.

“I'm not going to let you do this,” Lucas warned.

“You have absolutely no way to stop me,” said Steve. Then he lifted his chin, a reptilian smile coming over his face. “The high-and-mighty Lucas Demarco, sidelined in his own company. I hope you weren't too fond of the corner office.”

“You think
that's
what I'm fighting for? Status?” Lucas was fighting for the financial health of the company, the security of their employees, the interests of the Washington State high-tech sector and the future of his brother's baby girl.

“You are staid, complacent and unimaginative. If you had the capacity to even consider enlightened business practices, we wouldn't be having this conversation.”

“Depriving a child of her inheritance is neither imaginative nor enlightened. It's criminal.”

“What's criminal, Lucas, is having a baby for the sole purpose of financial benefit. You expect any judge to believe Konrad met his soul mate and fell in love forty-eight hours after we read Granddad's will? Or that normal people plan a five-hundred-guest wedding in less than a month? Or that, in this day and age of birth control, people get pregnant on their wedding night?”

Lucas didn't particularly want to present the facts that way to a judge. But, yes, he believed all of those things happened with Konrad and Monica. He watched his brother fall apart after she left. He watched Konrad try anything and everything to win her back.

There wasn't a single doubt in his mind that Konrad had loved both Monica and Amelia.

Steve plunked back down in his chair. “She left him, Lucas. She knew she'd been used. Her sister knows the truth. You're the only one persisting in this fairy tale.”

“I don't want you anywhere near the mansion,” Lucas intoned. “I don't want you anywhere near Devin. And I especially don't want you anywhere near Amelia.”

“I don't have to go anywhere near them,” Steve returned. “The facts will speak for themselves. I honestly don't know why I didn't think of this earlier.” His eyes narrowed. “I'm going to win this, Lucas. I'm going to win this because you have never been able to see the potential in any circumstance. You're not
Konrad. You'll plod along the safe road, following the rules, keeping everything inside the lines.” He paused, curving the corners of his mouth into a slick smile. “Did I tell you I'm engaged? Wonderful little woman I've been seeing for nearly six months. Expect a wedding invitation. We're planning a big family.”

Lucas swore out loud.

“Yeah,” Steve said, grinning. “It is, isn't it?”

 

“It wasn't exactly the worst mistake in the world,” Lexi offered from where she'd stretched out on her stomach on the blanket they'd spread on the rolling lawn in the backyard of the Demarco estate. They were up the hill from the mansion, close to an oriental garden where one of the young housekeepers named Teresa was helping Amelia feed the koi fish.

Amelia was delighted by the fish. She especially loved standing on the small stone bridge, clinging to the rail and staring down at their flashing colors. Teresa seemed endlessly patient with her, and delighted to be asked to help out. Today Devin was inclined to take advantage of the young woman's assistance.

“So, it's the second-worst mistake?” asked Devin, plucking a blade of grass from the lush lawn. She sat cross-legged on the bright blue blanket, gazing past the gardens to Puget Sound and the ships gliding past. If sleeping with Lucas came second, she'd hate to think about what was first.

“Do you think it was part of his grand scheme?” asked Lexi.

“
I
was the one who was supposed to use sex to learn
his
secrets.” Devin shook her head now when she thought back to that ridiculous plan.

“You told him secrets?” Lexi's interest perked up a notch.

“I don't have any secrets.”

“Does he?”

“I don't know.” Devin tore the blade of grass lengthwise. “I think he does. He knows perfectly well that Konrad used
Monica for his own financial ends. I'm sure Lucas was part of the plot.”

Devin hadn't yet decided what to do about Lucas's request that she postpone the hearing. It could be another scam. Then again, she could easily believe that Steve was up to no good.

“I thought you were only going to dress up and give him a few ‘come hither' looks?” Lexi reminded her.

Devin felt her face heat with embarrassment. Could she have done a worse job with it? “I was in jogging shorts. Well, okay, my underwear.”

Lexi sat up, eyes alight. “You were vamping him in your underwear? And you wonder why things went off the rails?”

“I was swimming in my underwear. And we were arguing. I wasn't vamping. That's why I didn't expect…”

“Okay, back to the underwear part in just a second. What I don't understand is why you said yes.”

Excellent question. Devin wished there was a noble answer. She rolled, aimed and tossed the blade of grass onto the lawn, merely postponing the inevitable admission. “He's hot. And he's a great kisser.”

Amelia squealed in delight in the distance, while Lexi just grinned. “So, there was an upside to this.”

Devin gave a sheepish grimace. “If you mean great sex, then yeah. There's an upside. But there's a humongous downside too.”

“It doesn't really change anything,” Lexi pointed out.

“It's
embarrassing.
” Devin had to spend the next month with Lucas, and he'd seen her naked.

And she wanted to do it again. And she was terrified that he'd figure that out.

No good could come of a distracting affair with Lucas. She needed to keep her wits about her.

Beside the koi pond, Teresa held on to both of Amelia's hands while Amelia began walking their way.

“So, what now?” asked Lexi, flicking her hair over her shoulder and readjusting her position on the blanket.

“I still need a plan. I need to prove beyond any doubt that
Konrad and Lucas plotted the romance with Monica to get the inheritance.”

“How're you going to do that?”

“Wait until he's out of the house, and then snoop around. I'll hunt for evidence. Talk to witnesses.”

Lexi straightened. “Can I help?”

“Absolutely.”

“When do we start?”

Devin came up on her knees and moved closer to Lexi so she could lower her voice. “Today.” She nodded archly. “I'm going to let Teresa put Amelia down for her nap. Lucas is going into the office for the afternoon. And I need you to distract Byron.”

Lexi frowned. “I really don't like that man.”

“I didn't ask you to like him.”

“He's smug. That ‘y'all' and ‘ma'am', and the slow talkin' drawl. It's an act. He's devious.”

“All the more reason to keep him distracted for me.” Devin wasn't sure she'd call Byron devious. But she'd definitely bet he was more intelligent than he let on. And he seemed intensely loyal to Lucas.

He'd talked yesterday about heading home to Texas. But he was still here. And Devin couldn't afford to wait.

Lexi squared her shoulders. “Where is he now?”

Devin tilted her head. “Over at the pool. Put on your turquoise bathing suit and go out on the floatie again. He seemed to like that.”

“Are you my pimp?”

“Do it for Amelia,” Devin cajoled.

Lexi drew a breath. “Okay. Fine. For the sake of our baby princess, I'll let the man ogle me for a while.” She rose to her knees. “I just hope that ostentatious belt buckle of his doesn't catch the sunlight and blind me forever.”

“Drama queen,” breathed Devin.

“Hey, you're not the one who'll be using sex to…” Lexi paused. “Wait a minute—”

“Shut up,” said Devin.

Lexi laughed at Devin's outrage. Then she sobered. “Okay.”
She smoothed back her hair. “I'll vamp the tall cowboy. You snoop around inside the house. Someday, this is going to make a funny story for Amelia.”

 

With Amelia safely down for her nap, and Lexi running interference with Byron down at the pool, and Lucas gone to the office, Devin crept into Konrad's silent bedroom.

It was an opulent suite on the north wing of the second floor, down the hall from Lucas. Elaborate gold and cream ceilings blended into crown molding that outlined the L-shaped room. A huge, four-poster bed was set into the alcove. A sitting area was formed by four brown leather, overstuffed armchairs that surrounded a marble fireplace and two antique, glass-topped tables. Three bay windows brought sunshine in from the ocean side, while a boxed window above the king-size bed overlooked the pool.

The thick carpet was soft under her canvas runners, and she found her gaze drawn to three massive seascapes hanging on the pale yellow walls. The scenes were calm and soothing, with whispery grasses and delicate wildflowers blooming along the shores. It wasn't what she would have expected of Konrad.

Taking a bracing breath, and telling herself she had no choice but to snoop, she started with a small desk in one corner, carefully and quietly pulling open the three drawers. The contents were impersonal—a pad of paper, a few gold pens, a phone book and a calculator.

Next, she moved to one of the dressers, wiping her damp palms across her blue jeans before flipping up the iron handles and pulling open the top drawer. It was Konrad's underwear. Though she herself kept many precious bits and pieces in her underwear drawer, she wasn't going there. There might be a signed confession hidden beneath his boxers, but she wasn't willing to dig it out.

The remaining dresser drawers mostly held T-shirts, sweatpants and pajamas. She closed them up and moved to the closet.

There she was shocked to find some of Monica's clothes still
hanging in neat rows and folded on banks of shelves. At least Devin assumed they were Monica's clothes. They were about the right size, and it was definitely Monica's wedding dress hanging in the far corner, covered in plastic film.

For a moment, Devin's throat closed up with loneliness. She took a few steps closer and reached out to touch the dress.

It had been such a blissful wedding, full of excitement and promise. It was the most elegant event Devin had ever attended and, at the time, she'd fully expected Monica to live happily ever after.

Monica had been radiant, and Devin herself had felt incredibly beautiful that night. She'd worn a floor-length, violet silk dress, with a spray of flowers in her hair, and a delicate diamond pendant that Monica had given her as a bridesmaid gift. She'd danced with other guests until her feet were blistered, toasted the bride with expensive champagne, nibbled on crab puffs and ate two pieces of cake.

Later, when Monica walked out on Konrad, they'd trashed her bridesmaid dress and thrown out the pictures. But Devin hadn't had the heart to get rid of the pendant.