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  Mommy’s Boyfriend

  Be My Boyfriend Book 1

  Victoria Snow

  Copyright © 2019 by Victoria Snow

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  Contents

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  Prologue – Rylee

  1. Spencer

  2. Rylee

  3. Spencer

  4. Rylee

  5. Spencer

  6. Rylee

  7. Spencer

  8. Rylee

  9. Spencer

  10. Rylee

  11. Spencer

  12. Rylee

  13. Spencer

  14. Rylee

  15. Spencer

  16. Rylee

  17. Spencer

  18. Rylee

  19. Spencer

  20. Rylee

  21. Spencer

  22. Rylee

  23. Spencer

  24. Rylee

  25. Spencer

  26. Rylee

  27. Spencer

  28. Rylee

  Epilogue – Rylee

  Best Friend’s Daddy (Excerpt)

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  Five years ago, I surrendered my V-card to a man twice my age,

  And today he’s back – as my mommy’s fake boyfriend!

  Spencer has no clue about how I still feel about him.

  Those gray eyes, his tempting touch.

  He’s all I want.

  And I want him all to myself.

  But this will cause a huge scandal,

  And scandal’s not something I can afford.

  Not when I’ve been hiding a huge secret.

  Fate has given us a second chance,

  I know, it’s complicated.

  But I want to make it simpler.

  I want to tell him that he is my baby daddy.

  Will he leave my mother for me if I told him the truth?

  Prologue – Rylee

  October, 2014

  In all my life, I’d never seen a guy as handsome as the one who just walked into the coffee shop on that fateful Tuesday evening. I should have been concentrating on the order I was meant to be making for Mrs. Ebsom, but I couldn’t. Instead, I was peeking at the stranger who had become a regular at the coffee shop in Boise where I worked. There were stacks of paper cups littered in front of me on the counter which I could use as cover while I watched him. Meanwhile, my hands made the cappuccino order like they were on autopilot.

  The stranger and I had developed a routine by now. He came in once or twice a week – always in the evenings – with his laptop to do some work. I would walk around clearing the tables and strike up a conversation with him. It would lead to a little harmless flirting and then he would disappear again. In spite of our small talk, I’d never yet managed to learn his name, but that didn’t stop me from thinking about him—even when it was just me and my vibrator late at night.

  I knew it was bad that I was even interested in this guy. For starters, he looked like he was twice my age! His dark, thick hair was tinged with streaks of gray just above his ears and he had a more mature air about him, but I didn’t care. If anything, that only thrilled me more. I was at college and I was so used to dating immature boys who didn’t know a single thing about women, but this guy… I knew he’d be experienced.

  The thought alone was enough to send a shiver shooting through my spine. It took me a moment to realize that I was overfilling Mrs. Ebsom’s cup, distracted in thought. I cursed under my breath and wiped the ceramic clean before turning and handing it over to the regular on the other side. She was the last customer in the queue and finally, I was free to stare longingly at the handsome stranger once again.

  This time, I took in more details about his appearance. Though he was sat down at a table, I could see his long, denim-clad legs stretched out underneath and I knew he was tall. He was wearing a tight-fitted black t-shirt that showed off his bulging biceps and his well-muscled chest. I couldn’t help fantasizing about what those strong arms would feel like wrapped around me and then it happened.

  Gray eyes met my own blue ones and I found myself unable to look away. In that moment, I felt as though he was a cool glass of water and I had been lost in the desert for years. Something in his enigmatic gaze made me melt and I could feel my body warming all over, my cheeks blushing furiously. He began to smile at me and I could feel the crackle of tension in the air between us. In spite of my hesitance and the fact that I was still a virgin at twenty, I decided in that moment that this handsome stranger would be the man to make love to me for the very first time.

  When I looked around, I realized that all the other customers were long gone by now. It was just me and this mysterious stranger, alone in the coffee shop, so I swallowed my anxieties, took a deep breath, and approached him. Over our time casually flirting, I’d learned that this sexy Adonis was funny as well as handsome. He always found a way to make me giggle in a way that I never had with boys my age. Somehow, I just knew that he was the one I wanted to finally take my v-card.

  I tried to think of something funny or witty to say, but the words died on my tongue. As I got to his table, the stranger was still engrossed in his work and I couldn’t think of a way to grab his attention except to say, “It’s closing time now, sir.”

  The silver-haired fox looked up at me with a faraway look before he shook his head out of his daze and my words seemed to catch up with him. “I’ll just finish up and go then,” he told me with a frown before looking back down at his laptop.

  Now that such a perfect opportunity had presented itself, I would have been a fool not to take it. “You don’t have to,” I told him with a nonchalant shrug of my shoulders. “You can stay if you’d like.” Before he could say anything, I rounded his chair and placed my hands on his shoulders with confidence before running them down to the top of his chest, slowly, sensually, and then bringing them back up to his shoulders.

  I could feel him stiffen under my touch as he realized what I was insinuating, but he kept quiet. To show him I was serious, I sauntered toward the doors of the coffee shop and flipped the sign over from ‘open’ to ‘closed’ and then sent him a confident smirk over my shoulder. His eyes were wide as he watched me and I could tell he was shocked, but I hoped he wouldn’t turn me down.

  As I walked back to the table with a sensual swing of my hips, I tried to explain further to him, hoping to convince him. “You’ve been flirting with me for weeks now,” I began, a shy smile on my face. “We clearly have amazing chemistry; you can’t blame me for wanting to see what could happen between us.”

  The older man scoffed a little under his breath. “Trust me… Rylee, is it?” he questioned as he peered at my name tag. “I’m flattered, but you can’t be more than half my age! Surely, there has to be someone else you’d like to do this with? Someone more your own age?” Despite his protests, I could see the excitement in his eyes and the way his tongue licked over his lips as though he was still considering devouring me.

  And God, I wanted him to.

  I shrugged. “I don’t care for guys my own age. There’s only one man I want and you’re him.” I spoke with a confidence I’d never felt before and the strength of my own desire scared me a little, but I wasn’t going to quit.

  “You don’t even know my name,” the older man argued.

  “Then tell me,”
I countered with a smirk.

  “S-Spencer,” he told me and our gazes locked for a moment, a wave of heat washing over me from the intensity of his stare. I knew right then that he wanted me and I wasn’t going to let him talk himself out of this. If he was conflicted, I’d just have to try harder to convince him.

  After a few seconds, however, Spencer shook his head a little and looked away from me. He pushed his chair back with a screeching scrape across the floor. Before he could stand up, however, I pounced. I draped my body across his lap with one knee on either side of his hips. The position made me feel more vulnerable than I had expected, but it was intimate and his body felt warm under my own. If I just scooched a little closer, I’d be able to feel if he was hard under those jeans…

  Spencer was looking at me like a deer caught in the headlights, however. He was clearly taken back by my forwardness and I wondered if he had ever had a woman come on so strongly to him before. Perhaps, he was used to being the one in charge. Either way, this was my chance and I was going to take it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and I pulled him in for a slow, languorous kiss. His tongue slid over my own and his hands gripped tightly at my waist, urging my body closer to his own. Only after a few moments passed did we pull away for air.

  Silence reigned for a moment, interrupted only by short panting breaths from the two of us. Spencer let out a long, slow breath and stared unblinkingly at me. “Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked.

  I nodded. I wasn’t sure I could bring myself to say anything at that point. I was too far gone, intoxicated by lust and the feel of his muscular, firm body against mine. So, I leaned in to kiss him again.

  This time, things were different. Spencer didn’t hold back as he kissed me fervor, his desperation feeling like the force of a hurricane I was unable to stop myself from getting swept up in. The way his lips, tongue, and hands moved overwhelmed me and I could do nothing but surrender to his touch.

  As though he was growing impatient, Spencer suddenly lifted me and stood, wrapping my legs around his waist. He never stopped kissing me as he walked me toward the counter and then behind it. I realized he was looking for somewhere more private, so I pointed him in the direction of the back room. He took the hint wordlessly and soon I was being deposited onto the edge of the big, wooden table where the staff usually ate their lunch.

  Now that his hands were no longer holding me up, they moved across my body with expertise. He continued to kiss me as he fondled my breasts through my clothes and then dragged his fingers over to the buttons on my shirt. He undid them with ease to discover I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. He growled his appreciation before moving to undress me completely while kissing and sucking my rosy nipples.

  Finally, my pantyhose and skirt were discarded on the floor alongside my shirt, leaving me in just my tiny, pink pair of panties. I watched as his eyes devoured the sight of me as they roamed hungrily down my body. His eyes zeroed in on my spread legs where he could see the dampness of my panties. His hands glided up my pale, creamy thighs to grip the waistband and finally reveal my most secret place to him—the place no one had ever been before.

  Once my panties were removed, Spencer let out a low whistle at the sight of my wet pussy and before I knew what was happening, he had dropped to his knees in front of me. His strong hands parted my legs further before a probing tongue dipped between my lips and began to taste my sweetness.

  It was incredible, like nothing I had ever felt before. He was so enthusiastic and attentive as his tongue dipped into my hole and swirled around my clit. Every expert lap of his tongue had me moaning and writhing on the table. It wasn’t long before I found myself crying out in ecstasy and feeling an explosion of pleasure deep inside me that I’d only experienced alone before. Now, with Spencer, the experience was intensified and I desperately craved more.

  I didn’t have to wait long, however. As soon as Spencer found his feet again, I could hear the sound of a belt buckle jostling before finally, after so many years of waiting and waiting, I could feel his hot, hard length pressing against my wet, tight hole.

  “Please,” I begged, feeling wanton and hungry for him.

  Spencer cursed under his breath before finally pushing inside me with a long, deliberate thrust. “God, you’re so tight,” he muttered as he finally pressed his entire cock inside. It wasn’t until he tried a few more gentle thrusts that he realized why. “Oh God, you’re a virgin,” he mumbled, shocked and excited by the idea of it. “Fuck, Rylee…”

  His movements slowed down then and he made passionate love to me. His hot, hard cock was filling me up over and over and pressing against something so incredibly pleasurable deep inside me that I knew nothing about. It wasn’t long before I found myself tumbling toward another intense orgasm, my legs shaking and my breath coming in fast, ragged breaths as I tried to calm down.

  Spencer seemed to lose control after that. He sped up his movements and thrust into me harder and faster until his own climax hit. I felt his warm come spill deep inside me and I let out a satisfied moan at the feeling. Meanwhile, Spencer was so sweet. He began brushing my hair out of my face and pressing gentle kisses to my lips, my cheek, and my forehead.

  “You were amazing,” he told me in a low, husky whisper. “Just incredible.” He sounded surprised, almost in awe of the power of our connection.

  Then he was pulling out and the both of us dressed once again in silence. He waited for me while I closed up the shop and walked me out to my car outside. He kissed me once more before turning and heading off down the street. I knew right then that our magical night together was never meant to be more than just that. I silently thanked whatever deity above that was responsible for such an unforgettable night of passion; the perfect way to lose my virginity.

  But all gratitude was gone when two months later I held a drugstore pregnancy test in one hand which clearly displayed the result I had been dreading… two thick blue lines.

  1

  Spencer

  Five Years Later

  A tacky plastic banner hung up above the bar stated ‘HALSTON HIGH SCHOOL REUNION, CLASS OF ‘89’ in a font I would never even consider using for a formal event. Cheap, plastic decorations were hung from the ceiling in a myriad of colors that didn’t resemble any kind of theme. For God’s sake, there was even a disco ball above the ceiling. But at least it wasn’t the old high school gym. I was pretty sure that place had a permanent smell of sweaty gym socks after catering to so many teens over the years. It didn’t really do much to remember the good parts of high school—if anything, it conjured the opposite. Of competitive teenagers and my own physical inadequacies growing up which were held in stark comparison to the person I actually became.

  In high school, I was a nobody, a nerd interested in math, science, and how things work in the big wide world. It wouldn’t be until almost two decades after high school that I would actually make myself known, just in time for our twentieth high school reunion. I’d had enough of my day job, spending time out of my life to work on other people’s ideas instead of my own. I wanted to find something that gave my days meaning and I found it. I came home every night and began to wile away hour after hour tinkering with a design that I’d come up with years previously that I believed could revolutionize crop irrigation techniques all over the world! It was a long and tiresome process, but when I finally succeeded a little over a year later, I secured a patent on a highly successful piece of machinery and became the U.S.’s next billionaire almost overnight.

  The last ten years had been a wild ride of investment, developing more progressive ideas, and spending more time in the office than I’d like. Now, however, I was back in my hometown in Idaho and ready to relax for the first time in almost six months. Even if a crappy high school reunion was not my ideal way of doing it. Hell, I didn’t even think we’d have a thirtieth reunion – most places don’t, after all – but apparently our class president, Janie Sanders, just couldn’t help herself. I figured that since she
peaked in high school, reliving her glory days was the only way she could stand her dull suburban life. Either that or she took her original campaign promises of keeping school spirit alive and in everyone’s hearts forever a little too literally.

  When I first arrived here and ordered a Jim Bean on the rocks, I wasn’t expecting much of a turnout, but almost half of the class seemed to show up. Soon, the cozy hotel bar was verging on bursting with activity and I was happily surprised to see a bunch of my former classmates arrive, including my fellow debate team members.

  “Spencer!” Ryan McNealy called out from somewhere to my left. When I turned, I couldn’t help but smile. I hadn’t seen Ryan in ten years at the last reunion. I really should get his number this time and keep in touch.

  “Ryan!” I called back with a broad smile on my face. “You old devil, how have you been?”

  “Same old, same old,” the balding, smiling man replied as he reached the bar and leaned against it. “I can’t complain. What about you?”

  Before long, we had devolved into polite and relaxed conversation as other old class mates joined us. The difference between this reunion and the last seemed to be that the urge to compete had died down. There was less talk about money and careers, though people still seemed overly interested in whether or not I’ve finally settled down and gotten married. I dodged the questions with a practiced ease and quickly moved the conversation along.