Falling For Her Billionaire Baby Daddy

When they landed in Bermuda nearly six hours later, Zoe was awake and in a chirpy mood. At the airport, two vehicles were waiting to take them to the villa that Derek had rented for their one-week stay. The place was so beautiful that Rachel was immediately blown away by the sights as soon as they landed.

"This place is amazing!" She said as they entered the waiting car.

"Wait until you get into the heart of the city, you'd think you are in paradise," Derek assured her. "The place I rented for us is a bit on the outskirts of the city. It's more serene and private." "Sounds cozy," she laughed.

"It is, and I've got plans for you in there," he said suggestively.

"Not in front of the child!" Rachel said with mock surprise.

"What did I say?" Derek asked with a laugh.

"Mommy, food!" Zoe announced.

"Uh-oh, someone is hungry," said Rachel. "You'll have one when we get home."

True to Derek's prediction, Rachel was in awe as they drove through the picturesque city of Hamilton.

"Oh, this place is adorable!" She gushed. "It's so unreal."

They arrived at the private villa that would be their home for the next week. Rachel was once again astonished by the sheer beauty of the 3-bedroom bungalow.

It had an outdoor swimming pool, a lovely gazebo that was perfect for relaxation, an indoor spa with a mini sauna room, a jacuzzi, and a fully stocked pantry.

The modern kitchen looked like a cooking show studio with top-of-the-line equipment and utensils. The living area was spacious and perfectly decorated with expensive fixtures and artwork.

"I have never been inside a house that is as amazing as this!" Rachel sighed with delight.

"I'm happy you like it," Derek answered, pleased that she loved the place. "Now, let's order some food and relax. We could go out later and see what the city looks like up close." "I can't wait!"

When their food arrived, they sat in the outdoor dining area in the backyard to eat with the bodyguards. The men would be staying at the bungalow in the adjoining compound. Rachel didn't want to imagine how much Derek was paying for all this, but she reminded herself that he was a billionaire and he had a lot of cash at his disposal.

By early evening, they got dressed and went into town to see the sights and do some shopping. Rachel didn't think that she needed anything but Derek insisted on buying some new clothes and shoes for her and Zoe.

"Yay!" Zoe squealed when she spotted a cute purple and pink automatic toddler bike in one of the stores. It had a unicorn head in front and the eyes flashed when the bike was switched on. "Do you want the bike, darling?" Derek asked her.

"Yay!" Zoe screamed excitedly while doing a funny dance.

"It's all yours," Derek said and signaled to one of the shop attendants to pick it up.

After that, he bought a large teddy bear, a life-like doll, a firetruck, and a toy kitchen set.

"This is a lot," Rachel commented, a little concerned. "This is our first day here and you're already buying her all these?"

"Why not? She wanted them," said Derek defensively. "Was I supposed to say no to her?"

"At some point, you'll have to because the truth is, Derek, you can't give her the world."

"Says who?"

She sighed. "I don't want to argue with you right now, but please know that Zoe cannot always have what she wants. Life does not work that way."

Derek was unconvinced. "I have always gotten whatever I wanted, I don't see why she can't do the same."

"Everyone isn't privileged like you, you know."

"And that is not my fault," he retorted.

Something about his tone annoyed her and she didn't like how he thought he could always give Zoe whatever she asked for.

Rachel didn't want to raise an entitled child who walked around thinking that the world owed her everything. She had seen many rich kids with that unwholesome attitude and she didn't want Zoe to end up like that.

"I don't want Zoe to grow up and become a spoiled brat," she complained. "I want her to grow up with good morals which include empathy and contentment."

Derek sighed. "I cannot believe that we are having this kind of conversation on the first day of our vacation. We are supposed to be relaxing and having a good time, not arguing."

"We are not arguing. We are having a conversation, just as every other couple does," said Rachel impatiently.

She knew there was a bit of tension between them now and she felt responsible for it. However, she shouldn't have to feel bad for expressing her concerns about her daughter's upbringing.

"All right, let's call a truce," said Derek. "Do you want us to return some of the toys?"

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He didn't like the direction that the day was going and he needed to bring back the spark.

"No, that would upset Zoe."

"Ok, no more buying new toys for her for the rest of this trip," Derek promised. "Or maybe, no more toys for her until she gets to middle school." Rachel laughed. "Yeah, go ahead and make fun of me."

"Can I at least buy you some flowers?" he asked her.

They were now in front of a flower shop with the most exquisite display of flowers that Rachel had ever seen.

"I can't say no to this," she said with a grin.

"I'm happy to hear that," Derek said and bought her a bouquet of red roses.

"Ooh, they smell divine!"

"Just like you," he said seductively.

She rose on tiptoes and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Thank you," she whispered.

"I think it's time for us to go home," he said softly.

He was suddenly eager to get the hell out of this public square. He wanted to whisk her away to the villa for a satisfying romp between the sheets.

They strolled back to where their cars were parked with Ed in front carrying the bike, followed by Shane, who carried Zoe. They were closely followed by Derek and Rachel with her bouquet of roses, and finally, Mark and Frank who carried the rest of the toys.

Forty minutes later, they were back in the villa and it was nighttime. Rachel bathed Zoe and she was not surprised when her daughter fell asleep the moment her little head hit the pillow. It had been a very energy-packed day for her and she was exhausted from all the excitement.

When Rachel returned to the master suite that she shared with Derek, she found him naked and waiting for her in front of the bathroom.

"I thought we could use a relaxing bath after a hectic day," he said with a charming smile. "Care to join me?"

"Only if you agree to bathe me," she said. "I am too tired to do it myself."

"You have come to the right man for the job," he said and stepped forward to undress her.

He carried her to the bathroom and laid her inside the large bathtub that was already filled with warm water and bubbly soap that smelled like vanilla and strawberry.

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"Ah... this is so relaxing," she sighed as soon as her body touched the deliciously scented water.

Derek grabbed a washcloth from a nearby rack and dipped it in the water. He began to run it over her body, starting from her neck. He slowly ran it over her shoulders in circular motions before he began to slide it down to her boobs. Rachel inhaled sharply when he started to meticulously rub the washcloth over her breasts, stopping briefly on her nipples to give them extra attention. Then he washed her arms, back, belly, and finally, between her legs where he lingered, drawing a moan out of her.

"I should bathe you every day," Derek murmured.

"Yeah, you should," Rachel agreed. She was hot for him right now and she wanted him beside her and inside of her.

"Come here," she said, scooting to one side of the tub to make room for him.

Derek joined her in the tub without hesitation, cradling himself behind her so that her head rested comfortably on his chest.

"I haven't washed your legs yet," he said seductively.

"Don't worry about them. You've done enough washing already," she said impatiently before lifting herself up and then settling down on his erect shaft.

The slipperiness of the soap made his penetration extra smooth, it was like slicing butter with a hot knife. A sizzle of pleasure vibrated through his body as she continued to move up and down on his rigid cock. The way her soft, warm womanhood enveloped him, made him sigh with joy.

"You're killing me, Rachel," Derek moaned. "You're killing me."

"I hope not," she giggled.

Rachel increased her pace because the sensation blooming from where she is joined to him was increasing in tempo. She could no longer maintain the slow strokes she started with.

Her hips seemed to be moving on their own, going up and down, and back and forth all at once.

"Oh, Rachel!" Derek cried out, gripping the edge of the tub. He was slipping into the soapy water from all that vigorous twerking that Rachel was doing on him.

Derek always took pride in his ability to maintain control at all times including during sex. But when it came to Rachel, he was like a pendulum swinging in whatever direction she chose, and right now, she was choosing an explosive release. He didn't want to cum just yet because he wanted to extend this moment and make it last all night but he was not in control.

When his orgasm came, it was like a volcano erupting after many years of resting. Rachel cried out as her body shook in orgasmic pleasure. It was such a great feeling that she nearly wept because of it.

She let Derek hold onto her tightly as they slowly recovered from that delightful exercise of lovemaking.