Filed To Story: Finding the Secret Daddy for My Baby Novel
Since she was a woman of action, she always followed through on her plans without delay.
On the Presgrave side, they had arranged for a five-star chef and four dedicated servants to cater to Willow and Jasper’s needs during their stay.
The yacht departed from the harbor at 3.00PM, marking the start of their romantic voyage at sea and their private island getaway. After a three-hour boat ride, they finally saw a large island come into view. That island belonged to the Presgrave family, which was acquired after Elliot and Anastasia celebrated their wedding there, and it had become their family’s go-to vacation destination.
Willow and Jasper moved into a villa by the beach. Since she was tired from the boat ride, he brought her to the balcony to rest. She leaned against his shoulder, gazing at the vast ocean, reveling in the joy of having her beloved by her side.
Since they arrived at the island late at night, their dinner began at 8.00PM. They savored their first candlelit dinner beneath the stars, with Willow recounting the events of the ribbon-cutting ceremony. As she spoke, Jasper listened attentively, occasionally pausing to admire her. To him, she was like a work of art worth savoring.
After dinner, she guided him down her cherished childhood pathway, which led directly to the ocean. She used to pester her father to bring her here because she was too afraid to come alone. Additionally, the beach at night was enchanting, offering the opportunity to find exquisite seashells. Holding hands, Jasper listened to her reminisce about her childhood, painting a vivid picture of a young Willow skipping along this narrow path.
When they arrived on the beach, they spotted several seashells glinting under the moonlight. These treasures were brought ashore from the ocean depths—ones she loved collecting during her younger days. On each visit, she would return with a bucketful of these seashells. While she fondly recalled her childhood memories, she now only observed the shells, not gathering them.
After taking a few steps, she turned to look at the man while enjoying seeing him in the night. She could feel his strong presence, but at the same time, he was also emanating a domineering energy.
Bathed in the moonlight, Jasper appeared tall and well-built. His t-shirt did little to conceal his chiseled muscles, and a mischievous thought crossed Willow’s mind—she wanted to peel away the composed facade he wore and explore his other side.
Willow took a few more steps, then suddenly turned around and playfully threw herself into Jasper’s arms, much like a mischievous child. He immediately opened his arms and caught her effortlessly.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, yearning to be close. With a slight effort, he scooped her up, her slender legs encircling his waist. It was an intimate embrace, providing her the perfect chance to take the lead. As she drew closer, he comprehended her desires and released one arm to cradle her head, his gaze darkening slightly.
Feeling adventurous, Willow playfully nipped at Jasper’s neck, clearly inviting him. His breathing quickened, and his eyes darkened like the night as he gently pinched her chin. He gazed at her flushed face, planting a tender kiss on her forehead, then on the tip of her nose, and finally capturing the soft, crimson lips he yearned for.
Their passionate kiss beneath the moonlight, by the ocean’s edge, sent their hearts and minds racing. Eventually, she couldn’t hold out any longer and buried her face in the man’s chest, breathing heavily as she whispered, “Let’s head back.”
As he set her down on the ground, her legs gave way, and she felt so weak that she couldn’t walk any further.
Willow leaned against Jasper, who had also seen through her thoughts. He picked her up in his arms and headed to the villa.
Once inside, they found that the maids and chef had left to respect their need for privacy. Jasper carried her to the couch and looked down at her, asking playfully, “Are your legs still like jelly?”
She wished the ground would swallow her up, embarrassed by the unexpected weakness in her knees after a kiss.
“Do you need help getting to your room?” he asked again.
Gulping, Willow gazed up at Jasper. She noticed he looked different from this morning. His passionate and deep eyes were now filled with a strong desire he was trying to restrain.
Summoning her courage, she suddenly hooked her arms around his neck. Her red lips brushed against his ear as she whispered, “Tonight, I want to be yours.”
His body tensed in response. He knew this was inevitable but wondered whether she was being too hasty. “Are you sure?” he rasped, afraid she might regret it.
With a raised brow, she assured him, “Don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you.”
Willow’s words left Jasper momentarily speechless, but then he chuckled. “That’s reassuring. Alright, Miss Presgrave, you better take good care of me for the rest of your life.”
She threw herself into his arms. “Stop teasing me.”
With that, he carried her upstairs to the bedroom. When they entered the room, she requested, “Keep the lights off.”
Jasper complied and kept the room in darkness. He gently placed Willow on the bed, and before she could grasp the situation, his lips fervently met hers. Just as she had regained her strength, another intense kiss left her feeling weak. In the dimly lit room, all her senses were on overdrive.
“May I?” The man’s moist lips landed on her ear as he made one final request.
She swallowed nervously. “Yes.”
The man’s breath grew heavy in the darkness, and she felt a strong force pressing down on the soft bed moments later. Her vision went black as the man covered her eyes with his large hand before kissing her passionately. The sensation was thrilling, and she was driven by it. She felt excited and eager, with no trace of fear.
Outside the window, under the night sky, waves crashed vigorously onto the beach one after another. But inside the room, overwhelming affection filled the air.
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As dawn approached, Jasper opened his eyes and looked down at the small face on his chest. He noticed Willow’s eyes were slightly red and moist. He felt a deep tenderness and kissed her forehead, then held her gently as if she were the most precious gift in the world.
She slept late into the day, not because she wanted to but because of the exhaustion from the previous night. When she finally opened her eyes and met the man’s affectionate gaze, she felt so shy that she buried her face in her pillow, reluctant to acknowledge what had transpired in the darkness.
“Last night… Did I perform poorly last night?” Jasper asked nervously. This was the first time he was unsure whether he had performed well.
Only then did Willow shyly raise her head and nod at him. Then, she nodded again, whispering her answer, “You were incredible.”
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled her and the blanket into his arms, gazing down at her. Blushing under his scrutiny, she remembered the previous night’s events, and her heart started to race. He cupped her face and pressed his warm lips to hers.
“Uhm!” She shivered and thought, Again?
Sensing her tension, Jasper kissed her again before letting her go with a chuckle. “Are you scared?”
Willow’s unconvincing side popped out as she raised her chin to reply, “Who says I’m scared?”
She slept late into the day, not because she wanted to but because of the exhaustion from the previous night. When she finally opened her eyes and met the man’s affectionate gaze, she felt so shy that she buried her face in her pillow, reluctant to acknowledge what had transpired in the darkness.
Jasper nodded in satisfaction. “Great! Let’s continue tonight.”
The blanket slipped off Willow’s shoulder, exposing her porcelain skin. He couldn’t help but swallow hard as desire surged through him again. She was like a drug to him, intoxicating after just one taste. However, he knew he had to take things slow, especially since it was her first time.
“I’ll take a quick shower. Wait for me outside,” she said, still feeling shy about exposing herself to him, even after everything they had done.
After kissing her forehead, Jasper left to wait outside. As Willow got out of bed, she felt aches all over, a testament to the intensity of their activities.
That afternoon, she resembled a lazy kitten, curled up in his arms as she dozed off. Occasionally, he gently ran his fingers through her silky hair, and she nuzzled her cheek against his chest. The sensual and tender moments reignited his desire.
His long arms gently encircled her waist, and her soft, voluptuous form pressed tightly against him. This sensation made him feel like the whole world was in his grasp. Indeed, this moment was everything to him.
That night, Willow grew slightly bolder and turned on a small lamp. The dim lights cast an enchanting glow, making everything seem like a dream.
They had spent two weeks on the island when Jasper received a call from Antoine, who had news about a donation and urged Jasper to return to the military base promptly.
When Jasper asked if he could bring Willow, Antoine didn’t object. Antoine thought it was about time he met his nephew’s future wife.
While Jasper was packing their luggage, a military-grade aircraft landed at the island’s airport. Willow accompanied Jasper back to the military base, as she wanted to be by his side during his surgery.
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