God, how she wanted to be comforted.
To be touched like Eric was touching her now. She wanted to be the one taking the attention and affection instead of constantly having to give more and more of herself.
âSofia,â he said again, his voice sending low flutters through her belly.
Really, no matter what the question was, the answer was simple. âYes.â
His hands slid to a stop on the curve of her calves. Funny how sheâd never really thought of calves as being particularly sensual until now. âWill you lie down and rest for a bit?â
She looked at him then. One of the most powerful men in Chicagoâand quite possibly the country, to say nothing of the worldâwas on his knees before her, waiting for her answer.
She uncurled her fingers from where sheâd fisted the bedclothes and reached out to stroke his cheek.
âOnly if you join me.â
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Twins for the Billionaire is part of Mills & Boon Desireâs No.1 bestselling series, Billionaires and Babies: Powerful men⦠wrapped around their babiesâ little fingers.
Prologue
âSo thatâs it?â Eric Jenner stared at the private investigatorâs report in his hand. The baby wasnât his. Somehow, heâd known this would be the answer.
Funny how it still hurt like hell.
âThatâs it.â The investigator stood. âUnless there was something else you needed?â
Eric almost laughed. What did he need? He needed a happy ending to this whole mess. But it was clear he wasnât going to get one. Not today. Maybe not ever.
He gritted his teeth. Bad enough that heâd been stood up at the altarâliterally. Six months later, the press was still having a field day with the photos of Eric looking stunned next to the priest. In front of six hundred wedding guests. In the Holy Name Cathedral.
But this? He knew he couldnât keep it quiet forever. Prudence had married less than two weeks after sheâd left Eric at the altar. Apparently, it was true love. How else to explain Prudence running away with an accountant from her fatherâs company? Whoâd fathered Prudenceâs son and was, according to the PIâs account, making her the happiest woman in the world.
Eric was thrilled for them. Really.
He breathed in slowly and exhaled even slower. âIf I think of anything else, Iâll let you know,â he said to the investigator. The man nodded and left.
Eric read the report again. Oddly, he didnât miss Prudence. He didnât lie awake in bed at night, missing her touch. He didnât regret putting the condo heâd bought for her back on the market.
Heâd clearly dodged a bullet. Except for one small detail.
That detail had been born at seven pounds, six ounces. He stared at the picture the investigator had included. The baby was bundled up in Prudenceâs arms, his eyes closed and a little smile on his face. Sheâd named him Aaron.
Something tightened in Ericâs chest. No, Eric didnât miss Prudence at all. But...
Everywhere he went, people had babies. Suddenly, he couldnât avoid them. Even his oldest friend, Marcus Warren, had recently adopted a baby boy. After heâd married his assistant, of all people.
Eric and Marcus had always competed with each otherâwho had made the first million (Eric), the first billion (Marcus), who had the finest cars (it changed all the time) or the biggest boat. Eric always won that one, hands down.
It wasnât like the contest was over. But the rules had changed and Eric wasnât ready for this new game. He wasnât ready to stand by as his best friend cooed over his son while his wife looked at them both with love in her eyes.