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  Santa’s Secret Baby

  Alexa Riley

  Contents

  Prologue

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Read Me Romance

  Stalk the Author

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  Edited by Aquila Editing

  Santa’s Secret Baby

  by Alexa Riley

  Jillian has a secret she’s kept from the rest of her family, but after escaping from her monster ex-husband, she’s ready to move ahead with her life. She plans on raising her daughter Rae and never thinking about the past again. Now she just needs to convince her heart to do the same.

  Isaac had only a few hours with her, but it was enough to change his life forever. Locked away and all but forgotten, the only thing he’s ever wanted was Jillian. When the bars are taken away and he’s cut free… will he have enough time to save her?

  Warning: This secret baby book is stuffed full of Holiday Cheer! If you feel like getting on the naughty list, Santa’s lap is ready!

  If you can’t spend the day with the people you love, why not spend it with us!

  Marry Christmas,

  AR

  Prologue

  Jillian

  I stare at myself in the mirror and can’t believe this is real. I look like a princess, but I sure don’t feel like one. Your wedding is supposed to be the happiest day of your life, and I think I just made a horrible mistake. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath as I try not to cry. I’ve made this mess, and now I need to pull up my big girl panties and get on with it.

  I’ve been spiraling since we found out my dad is sick. They said if he was lucky he could live a few years, and he’d only get that because our family could afford the best doctors in the world. We’re only buying time, and I so badly want to make sure the time we have left with him is filled with things he might miss.

  Such as walking me down the aisle and holding his first grandchild. When Paul asked me to marry him, I stupidly said yes. I was a little taken aback to be honest, because when he said he wanted to go to dinner and talk, I was sure we were breaking up. There’s no real spark between us, and the few kisses we’ve shared were nothing to write home about.

  When he said he thought we should get married because we make a good match, there were no words of love. He’d actually listed out reasons why we fit, and none of them were about love or soul mates. It felt more like a business deal than anything.

  Before I knew what was happening, the ball was rolling so fast with wedding plans, and then there was no stopping it. For a brief moment I thought about calling off the wedding. I told Paul how I was feeling, because I thought he must be feeling the same way too. We’d never said, “I love you,” so I thought he had to have some trepidation.

  I was wrong. Paul lost his mind and told me there was no backing out now. That’s when the threats started pouring from his mouth. That’s when the real Paul showed himself, and he struck where he knew I’d give in.

  He told me he’d make my father’s life hell if we didn't marry. I didn't know if Paul had that power, to be honest, but the cold look in his eyes had me agreeing to stay the course. I didn't want to cause more problems, and my mom was hanging on by a thread. This wedding had both my parents in good spirits, and I didn't want to ruin that for anyone.

  I found out then that Paul could be a cruel man when he didn’t get what he wanted, and I knew it even before I walked down the aisle.

  “You only have to do this for a few years.” I open my eyes and try to steel myself.

  I can divorce him later, and my father can leave this world thinking everything is okay and that I’m taken care of. I don't want my life to be a burden on him right now, and I also don't want it to be on my brother’s shoulders either.

  I take the veil off my head and toss it on the chair. I did my part today and smiled as I walked down the aisle. I danced with my dad and my brother and cut the cake. When my parents left the reception, I quickly did the same, leaving my groom to continue drinking with his friends. I bet he hasn't even realized I’m gone.

  The wedding was held at my family's estate, and I made my escape to my bedroom. Paul and I are supposed to leave tomorrow morning, and my stomach churns thinking about it. I glance over to my bed and wonder if he’s going to come in here tonight or go back to the bedroom he’s been staying in since we got here a few days ago.

  There’s been one small blessing with my new husband. He has some kind of erectile dysfunction. He didn't go into much detail about it and got angry the few times I’ve brought it up. It made those handful of kisses make sense. I thought we never went further because I didn't want to, but also because there was no spark on his side either.

  I pull at the wedding dress, wanting it off of my body. It took several people to get me into it, and now it feels like a strait jacket. I have to fight with it, and I hear a few tears, but eventually I get it off and shove it in the back of the closet along with the veil. I can’t look at it anymore because it’s just a reminder of how I’ve failed myself. I move clothes around to cover it up, then I stand there in the closet and try to breathe.

  The hollow ache inside of me that’s been there since we got the news about my father grows deeper, until it’s a bottomless pit. I have a feeling the next few years of my life are going to not only be the hardest but the loneliest too.

  Needing to wash the makeup off my face, I step out of the closet then freeze. My bedroom door opens, and my stomach drops, thinking it’s Paul.

  A man I’ve never seen before steps inside and shuts the door behind him. He’s so damn big and dressed in a tight suit that clings to every bulky muscle. I would have noticed him if he’d been at the wedding or the reception, but he is a total stranger.

  He’s got his phone pressed to his ear, and he sounds pissed as he speaks in French. I only pick up a few words, but he’s saying something about time and love and idiots. That’s all I understand from the few years of French I took back in high school.

  He runs his hand through his short wavy dark hair in frustration, still not seeing me. But as he turns around and his blue eyes lock with mine, he stops speaking and lowers the phone from his ear. I suck in a breath as I finally get a look at what has to be the handsomest man I’ve ever seen in my life. Yeah, I would have noticed him before. He says something in French and ends the call, then slowly lowers the phone to his pocket.

  “Sorry, I was trying to get a moment alone.” His eyes travel down my body and back up, and I remember I’m only in panties and a strapless bra. I should dart into the bathroom and cover myself,
but my feet stay planted, unable to move. I open my mouth, but no words come out. “Have we met?” he asks but then shakes his head, answering his own question. “No, I’d remember you.” He takes a few tentative steps closer to me. “I’m dreaming, that has to be what this is.” He shakes his head again. “You look like a damn angel.”

  Maybe I’m dreaming too because I find myself taking a step toward him. Longing so deep inside of me aches, and the way he’s looking at me feels…safe. I’ve been lost these past few months with my father getting sicker, a loveless relationship, and no hope on the horizon. This man smiles so kindly and sweetly, and maybe it’s desperate, but I need to be held so badly I take another step closer to him.

  In the blink of an eye, he clears the rest of the space between us, and like he can hear my thoughts, he wraps his arm around me, pulling me into his body.

  “I’ve got you,” he says, and my heart leaps to life like it was asleep before now. “I’m right here.” His words are barely a whisper before his mouth descends on mine.

  Prologue

  Isaac

  I was late and looking for a place to finish my call. I’d wandered the halls of this home that seems like a castle until I got turned around. There should have been signs posted for where the hell to go, but I also had urgent business that I should have been in France to deal with. Instead I’m working, the time change is a pain in my ass, and I can’t find a decent cell connection within these stone walls.

  When I’d given up trying to find out where I was supposed to be, I opened the door in front of me and went inside.

  I don’t remember what my assistant Anne was saying into the phone when I locked eyes with the dark-haired beauty in front of me. I don’t remember much of anything, if I’m honest. I couldn’t tell you why I was in this room, who I was on the phone with, or even my name. She’s rendered me speechless while draining me of all thoughts beyond this room and this moment.

  I hold her in my arms and lean down to press my lips to hers, and it feels…right. Has anything in my life ever felt so perfect? The answer is swift and easy as I kiss her again. I’ve never, ever been consumed like this. When she took a step toward me, it was like my magnet flipped over and connected to hers. I couldn’t get to her fast enough, and now as I kiss her I want to breathe her into every corner of my lungs.

  “Tell me to stop,” I say, tightening my arms around her and lowering my hands.

  “Please,” she begs as her fingers grip my hair and she pulls me impossibly closer.

  That undeniable pull to her is a living, breathing thing, and it’s forging her body to mine like lava. Without hesitation, I lift her in my arms, and her legs wrap around me. I don’t know who she is, but my soul knows every inch of hers.

  When I walk forward, I reach the edge of the bed and lay her on it. She doesn't let go of me right away, and I cling to her just as much as she clings to me. I kiss her neck and down her perfect soft skin to the swell of her breasts in the strapless bra.

  I lean back to look into those dark eyes, and I cup her cheek. “One word, and this ends,” I say, giving her a hard stare. “You don’t do anything you don’t want to.” It would be the most difficult thing I’ve ever had to do, but I want her to know she can stop this.

  “I-I need you,” she says, and I see the pleading in her eyes.

  I don’t know exactly what she means, but I feel my chest tighten, and I wonder when was the last time she felt safe.

  “I’ll take care of you.” I kiss my way down to her stomach, and her back arches as I lick a circle around her belly button. She’s sensitive here, and I make a mental note to come back to this next time. Because after one taste I already know there will be more than just this moment.

  I kneel down at the edge of the bed and grab her thighs to pull her to the edge. She lets out a little squeal as I push her knees open and stare down at the white panties covering her pussy. Her slit is wet, and I lick my lips, ready to taste her, but I pause, waiting for the invitation.

  Her fingers reach out, and she pushes the hair that’s fallen over my forehead out of the way. It’s so tender and sweet that it makes a warm, comforting wave wash over me. I turn my face into her touch and kiss the inside of her thigh.

  I use my fingers to pull the material away and then lick the silky seam of her pussy. She’s wet and warm as my tongue delves inside, and I cover my lips in her honey. She’s slippery and delicate when I slide my fingers into her, and I feel her answering clench. Her pussy is so tight and hot that I have to take a breath because I’m afraid I’m going to cum.

  Her fingers grip my hair harder, and with only a few swipes of my tongue up and down her slit over her hard clit, she’s crying out. She’s a hair-trigger touch, and my cock grows proud at how easily she came for me.

  I watch her over the mound of her pussy as she closes her eyes tight and rides out the pleasure. She’s an angel in white, and maybe I’m the devil that’s come to steal her soul, but goddamn, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. She’s perfection head to toe, and her soul sings to mine like a siren.

  My tongue continues to massage her clit, and she goes off quickly once again. The thought of the hours of pleasure she’s going to give me just by cumming is like a drug, and I know that I won’t want to stop. Ever.

  “Inside me,” she calls, rocking her hips on my tongue. “Please, I need you.”

  Hearing her need is like a call to battle as I wrench open my pants and free my cock. He springs out long and hard and so fucking heavy, heat pooling in the length.

  I grab the edge of her panties, and with one quick tug they disintegrate, and I toss the scraps to the floor. I’m still fully dressed as I crawl on top of her, but I can’t be bothered to stop. Not yet. Her strapless bra has moved down around her waist, and her hard nipples are begging for attention. Her tits are full and feel heavy in my palms, and I lick her nipples like I did her pussy.

  The head of my cock nudges at her opening, and it’s like lightning down to my balls. Goddamn, nothing has ever felt this good before, and I rub my length through her wet folds.

  “Right there,” she moans, leaning her head back, lost in pleasure and bearing down on the head of my cock.

  The tip slips inside, and instinct takes over as I surge forward in one hard thrust. Her shout of surprise pierces the room, and her eyes fly open to meet mine. There’s shock in them for only a second before they fall closed, and she wraps her legs around me.

  Tight, so fucking tight. I have to grit my teeth and bury my face in her neck as I try to hold on. It’s never been so hot, so wet, so fucking perfect before. Our intimate connection is all that’s holding me to the earth, and I don’t know if I’m about to die or be reborn.

  I pull out and then surge in again, and it’s like a dam that’s been broken as I thrust and thrust and thrust. Our lips connect as my hands find hers, and I tangle our fingers together, pinning her to the bed. Her thighs squeeze me in answer, and her pussy squeezes impossibly tighter as she cums over and over on my cock.

  “Fuck!” I roar. She steals my restraint, and I’m forced over the edge with her.

  My cock throbs as my cum pours into the condom, but as I have that thought, I look down and see that there is no condom. My cum is pouring into her unprotected womb in hot bursts of bare heat.

  I’ve never, ever forgotten a condom, but I was too far gone with her. Seeing my uncovered cock buried deep inside her is perfect, and I don’t regret it. This is how we were meant to be, skin to skin and nothing between us. I was meant to have her, and now she’ll be mine. Forever.

  As I stare down between us, I see a trace of blood linger on the base of my cock and something akin to primal ownership swells in my chest. Was I her first? Good, because I’ll be her last too.

  Her skin is covered in a light sheen of sweat, and I lick between her breasts to taste it. I kiss her lips softly and tenderly as we both come down from the high. I want to ask her a million questions, but instead I kiss her once again.


  “I…” I begin to say, but she places a finger over my lips.

  “Let me clean up, and then we can talk.” The smile she gives me knocks the breath out of my lungs, and I think again how I’ve never seen anyone or anything more beautiful.

  “Okay.” I reluctantly pull out of her, and she slides off the bed to go into the adjoining bath.

  She glances at me over her shoulder and smiles, biting her bottom lip. My god, could she be any sexier?

  As I roll over on the bed, I start to put my cock away when the bedroom door swings open. I sit up quickly and finish zipping up my pants just as I’m about to tell whoever the fuck it is to get out.

  “Isaac?” the cold voice says, and I turn around.

  “Oh hey, Paul, sorry I’m late.” I smile, straightening my tie that has somehow come loose.

  His eyes narrow as he takes in my appearance and the bed, then his eyes go to the bathroom. “Why are you in my wife’s bedroom?” he asks.

  “What?” My stomach turns liquid as my eyes follow his to the closed bathroom door and the woman beyond it.

  “I asked, dear brother, why are you in my wife’s bedroom?”

  “Oh fuck,” I whisper as the scene comes to life.

  I stare at him, my heart sinking to the floor, and I think about what I’ve just done. This is my brother's wedding day, and I’ve just fucked his wife.

  “What have you done?” he seethes, and before I can explain, three men who are dressed in all black come up behind him. “Get him out of here,” Paul says through clenched teeth.