Falling For Her Billionaire Baby Daddy

"That feels relaxing," Derek moaned as Rachel continued to rub his body with soap.

"You have been taking care of me these past couple of weeks," she said, "now it's my turn to take care of you."

"Awesome," he sighed.

"You've been a very good boy, Derek baby."

He laughed. "Derek baby? That's a new one."

"Shush. You're spoiling the mojo."

Rachel switched things up and turned the moment into an erotic encounter. She began to circle his wet nipples with her fingers, then she tugged at them playfully making him inhale sharply with delight. "Ugh..." Derek moaned.

Rachel ran her fingers down his torso, loving how his muscles tensed with anticipation as she stroked his skin. When she wrapped her hand around his shaft, he moaned loudly in response to her touch. "Let's get this bad boy clean, shall we?" She said seductively.

She began to rub his erect cock with her soapy hand as if she was trying to wash it. Her other hand was also busy, rubbing and gently massaging his balls.

"Oh, Rachel," he moaned, reaching down to hold her.

"Uh-huh. No touching," she said firmly. "Just stand there and let me clean you up."

Derek took his hands off her and balled his fingers into fists at his side. It was extremely torturous for him not to touch her while she did deliciously wicked things to him down there.

Rachel continued with her erotic massage until Derek couldn't bear it anymore. He felt as if he was about to explode.

"Come here, you little she-devil," he said huskily and pulled her up until they were both under the direct spray of the shower. "Now, it's my turn."

"Skip the foreplay," she said thickly. "I want you inside me right now."

"Your wish is my command," he whispered in her ear before turning her around to face the wall.

Then with one hand, he pinned both of hers on the wall. He lifted her hips with the other hand to allow him to enter her from behind.

Rachel was already wet and slippery, making his entry smooth and insanely sweet. Her boobs were pressed against the tiled wall and her hard nipples grazed the cold surface with each thrust Derek pumped into her. He reached forward and slid his forefinger between her legs, stroking her clit as he pummeled her from behind.

"Oh! Please, don't stop!" She begged.

"I don't plan to," he replied, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

It was as if his hips were in auto mode, moving of their own volition without any effort from him. Rachel matched his rhythm, moving her ass back and forth.

She was eager to reach the peak but also wished that this moment would not end. Derek released her hands and cupped one of her boobs in his palm while the other one was nestled against his arm. Rachel felt as if she was surrounded by him. He was inside her and all over her and she loved it.

They reached orgasm simultaneously, writhing against each other and moaning loudly with no care in the world.

There was nothing else in the universe that was as satisfying as making love to the love of your life and experiencing mind-blowing orgasms together. There was nothing more intimate than that. "I'm addicted to you, Rachel," Derek whispered against her wet hair.

"Don't worry, I'll recommend a good rehab for you," she joked but he didn't laugh. "I'm kidding."

"I know but I'm serious," he said firmly. "I know we've already talked about it but I wish you wouldn't leave, Rachel. You belong here with me. You and Zoe both belong here."

His words warmed her heart and made her smile. "I'm not going anywhere yet. So let's enjoy our time together and cross that other bridge when we get there."

"Ok," he agreed quietly.

"Now, let's have a proper shower and go to bed. I have a birthday party to start planning tomorrow," she said, trying to liven the mood in the bathroom.

Derek chuckled. "You seem to be taking the birthday task very seriously."

"I am and I intend to knock your socks off come next month," Rachel promised.

"Are you trying to plan a carnival?"

"Maybe, maybe not," she replied mysteriously. "Now, stop asking questions and focus on the task at hand." "Which is?"

"Finishing this shower and going to bed. What we just did here now deserves a part two."

55

"I was hoping you'd say that," he laughed. "You know what they always say, one good turn deserves another."

"Yeah, right," she said with a grin and grabbed the bottle of body wash for the second time.

If there was something she could always count on in this relationship, it was the fact she and Derek would always be on the same page when it came to making love.

"Ooh! I love the sound of this!" Taylor exclaimed when Rachel informed him and Rob about her plans to organize Derek's birthday party. "Count me in, girl!"

"You are already in, Taylor. That's why I'm calling you," she said and rolled her eyes dramatically.

They were having a video call while Rachel made fruit salad in Derek's pristine kitchen. Zoe was playing with her toys on the floor and having a great time too.

They'd given Elaine the week off to visit her family and take some much-needed rest. The hardworking nanny hadn't taken a break since she was hired about three months ago.

Meanwhile, Derek had finally resumed work at his office. He was keen on confronting his secretary about how she had been diligently spying on him for years. Rachel hoped he would keep his word to her and not fire poor Diane. "OK, what do you have in mind?" Taylor asked through the iPad screen.

He was sitting beside Rob on their living room couch. The two of them had been trying to decide on what to watch on TV before Rachel called.

"Well, I'm thinking something classy and befitting of Derek's status in society," Rachel said vaguely. "I don't want to throw him a tacky party and end up making him a laughingstock among his kind."

"What do you mean by 'his kind?' Aren't you one of them now?"

"No, Taylor. I'm not one of them," she denied. "I'm only dating one of them."

"Is this some kind of secret code or what?" Rob asked them.

"Why are you guys making it sound like Derek belongs to a secret society and Rachel is trying to resist their initiation?" Rob continued. "I would give anything to be counted among billionaires."

"Did you hear that, hun?" Taylor squealed excitedly. "Your brother should totally replace you in that penthouse but he's already taken. By me!"

Rachel laughed. "You're so silly. Now, let's get back to our party planning. I want it to be a themed one like my birthday party."

"Which one? Oh, yeah. It's the lavish Victorian-themed one in England that we weren't invited to," said Taylor before sipping his drink loudly and giving Rachel a bombastic side-eye.

"Come on, Tay! How many times do I have to apologize for that? It was an impromptu bash," she said in between laughs. "You two are invited to this one, so that will surely make up for the one you missed." "Whatever..." Taylor said, rolling his eyes. "So, let's discuss themes. What does Derek like?"

Rachel sighed. "Will I sound like a horrible girlfriend if I said I don't know?"

Both Rob and Taylor burst out laughing.

"What do y'all talk about when you're together, or don't you guys talk at all?" Taylor asked her. "Do y'all only bump and grind the whole time?"

"Ew, Tay!" Rob complained. "I don't want to imagine my sister like that."

"Don't be ridiculous. How do you think she got pregnant in the first place?" Taylor playfully chided Rob.

"Besides, she has just confirmed to us that she and old Derek are always busy in the sack," Taylor continued. "Mind you, I'm only speaking in idioms because there's a toddler on the other side of the screen. Otherwise, I'd be going in on your sister and her obsession with her baby daddy's eggplant."

Rob groaned and covered his ears with his hands.

"Seriously?" Rachel laughed. "Are you going to help me plan this party or are you going to just drag me for the rest of this video call?"

Taylor blew imaginary dust off his fingertips and said, "Yeah, I'm done dragging you. Now, let's get back to business. Themes!"

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"Finally," said Rachel, dryly. "It has to be something classy and elegant."

"I'm thinking Great Gatsby..."

"Taylor, I love you," Rachel said instantly, loving the suggestion. "That is spot on!"

"Love you too, boo," he said and batted his eyelashes theatrically.

"So, we have a theme. Next up is the venue," Rachel continued.

She was getting excited about the prospect of hosting an exclusive party that might turn out to be the talk of the town soon. All of her initial doubts about her ability to pull it off were slowly melting away, thanks to Taylor's brilliant mind. The doorbell rang, shattering her train of thought.

"Mommy, Na?" Zoe asked expectantly.

"I don't know if it's Nanny," Rachel replied. "Stay here, OK? Let me go and see who it is."

"Is someone at your front door?" Taylor asked because he'd heard the doorbell too.

"Yeah. It's probably Mom because Derek wouldn't ring the doorbell before coming in," said Rachel.

"Besides, he won't be back until later in the evening. Let me go and see who it is," she said before strolling to the door.

There was no peephole on the door, so Rachel couldn't check ahead to see the visitor unless she opened it. When she did, her eyes widened as they landed on the visitor.

"So, it's true," Cassie said disdainfully. "Derek did stash you here like a dirty little secret."

It took Rachel a moment to recover from her surprise and find her voice. "I beg your pardon?"

Cassie pushed past Rachel and entered the penthouse without waiting for an invitation. She was dressed in a figure-hugging red dress that stopped just below her small bum. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, while her lipstick and high-heel sandals matched her outfit.

Zoe came out of the kitchen and when she saw Cassie, she lifted her hand and waved hello to the visitor.

"Aw... what a cutie," Cassie said and waved back.

"Honey, please go back into the kitchen. Mommy will be right there, ok?" Rachel told her daughter.

Zoe obeyed her and returned to the kitchen.

"You didn't have to send her away," Cassie complained with an exaggerated pout. "She's a better hostess than you are right now. Aren't you going to offer me a seat? Or a drink at least."

Rachel fought to control her temper. Cassie was obviously trying to get on her nerves, but she wasn't going to allow that. Not today!