Romancing the Billionaire

by Jessica Clare

  He groaned at the feel of her. “God, you’re dripping wet for me, Violet. I can’t wait to get in there and drink you up. I want that sweet honey of yours coating my tongue.”

  She whimpered at his words. If that was true, then why were her panties still on? It was the last item of clothing she wore. He, meanwhile, was fully dressed. She dragged her fingers against the collar of his shirt in a silent plea. Skin. That was what she wanted. Hot, delicious, bronzed skin against hers.

  His fingers pushed deeper, and she felt him sink one into her core. Violet moaned, bucking against his hand. “Oh, yes!”

  “You’re so wet and tight for me, Violet.” He thrust his finger deep into her again and ground his palm against her clit in a motion that sent thrilling shock waves through her body. “God, I love how wet you get for me.”

  She moaned, pushing her hips against his hand. “Naked, Jonathan,” she begged. “Want you naked.”

  “In a minute,” he told her. “I can’t wait any longer to taste you.” His fingers slid from her warmth and she whimpered a protest. A moment later, his face was pressing between her legs, her panties bunching under his chin as he pushed his face down to lick her pussy. His hands framed her mound, pushing her panties back and pushing her lips wide, exposing her clit.

  Then he leaned in and took a long, slow taste.

  Violet nearly came off the bed with pleasure. “Oh!”

  “I’ve missed this sweet taste,” he murmured against her flesh. “I want this every day for the rest of my life. Morning, noon, and night.”

  She moaned when he tongued her clit again. “Jonathan, please.”

  “Please what, love?” Even his breath against her skin was driving her wild.

  She sobbed at having to state it aloud. “Please make me come.”

  “Oh, I plan on it. I need more of this sweet juice to lick up.” He dragged his tongue down her now-swollen folds, groaning with pleasure as he did. “I plan on making you come over and over again.”

  Violet arched against his mouth, trying to push her flesh against his tongue in suggestion. He continued to lick her, and every swipe and caress of his tongue was driving her maddeningly closer to the edge. Not quite over, but closer. Her fingers went to her nipples and she began to caress them in time with his tongue. “God, your mouth,” she groaned.

  “You’re so lovely, Violet. So beautiful. I want you to come so hard for me. Come on my face so I can drink it down.”

  His words and her own teasing hands slammed her over the precipice; she came with a moan, her legs trembling as he continued to lick her with sure, slow strokes, lapping up every bit of wetness until she was shuddering with every lick as it sent aftershocks through her body.

  Jonathan finally raised his mouth from her flesh, his lips gleaming wet, his eyes hot with passion. “Nothing tastes better than your come.”

  She stretched her arms over her head languidly, feeling delicious. “You’re way too good at that.”

  He licked her pussy again, making her quiver all over. “It’s my favorite thing in the world—seeing you lose control in my arms.”

  Violet tugged at the collar of his shirt again. “You know what would give me pleasure? You getting naked so I can put my hands all over you.”

  His eyes gleamed and he pressed one last kiss to her mound and sat up. “I can do that.”

  She propped herself up on her elbows and watched him as he stripped off his jacket and then his shirt, muscles flexing. She lifted her foot and pressed it against his lower abdomen as he reached for his pants. “Man, I don’t know about you, but I’ve forgotten all about poetry.”

  “What poetry?” he asked, and gave her a wicked grin that made her shiver.

  “My thoughts exactly,” Violet murmured, pulling her foot back when he bent over to shuck his pants. A moment later, he stood upright and stepped out of his pants, and she gave a sigh of pure pleasure at the sight of him, naked and gorgeous. “That’s much better.” She sat up and began to run her hands down his chest, a little sigh of contentment escaping her. “You’re so hard all over.”

  “I am,” he said hoarsely. “You have no idea.”

  “Oh, I can tell.” She reached down to his straining cock and took it in her hand. The length of him was rigid with arousal, the tip leaking beads of pre-cum. Her thumb found the wetness on the crown of him and rubbed it, circling on his skin. “All of this looks very hard and lonely to me.”

  “Lonely?” His voice was strained. His hands went to her hair and he dug his fingers into it, tilting her head back and kissing her mouth.

  “It looks like it wants to go home,” she told him playfully. “I know just the spot for it, too.” Her hand wrapped fully around his girth and she pumped him. “Someplace warm, and wet, and snug . . .”

  He groaned against her mouth.

  “Best of all, he doesn’t need a raincoat,” she told him, and then nipped at his lip. “Sound like your kind of place?”

  “It does.”

  Violet wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him closer. They kissed, and she could taste her own desire on his lips. Her hands smoothed up and down his back, and he groaned again. “I love your touch.”

  “I love touching you,” she admitted. His skin felt hot against her own, and he smelled like a mixture of sweat and musk and Jonathan, and she couldn’t get enough of him. She leaned forward and sat up, her nipples brushing against his chest, and sucked in a breath when he dragged her hips forward until her sex cradled his cock. Her body was pulled against his, and she sat on the edge of the bed while he stood, her limbs twined about him for support.

  “I need to be inside you,” he told her.

  “I need you inside me,” she countered, a faint smile playing on her lips. “What are you waiting for?”

  His fingers curled in her hair and he tilted her head a little farther back, nipped at her mouth again, and then said, “I love you, Violet. With all my heart and soul.”

  And while her heart was fluttering at that intense, sincere admission, he pushed forward and seated himself deep inside her.

  Violet gasped; she was always a little shocked at the feel of him when he pushed into her. The thickness of his cock, the sensation of him impaling her was always welcome but stunning. Today, it had the added sensation of his cock being bareback; she imagined she could feel every vein in his cock throbbing against her walls. “Oh, wow.”

  “God damn,” Jonathan said hoarsely. “You without a rubber . . . Jesus.”

  “I know.” Her hands caressed his chest. “I know.”

  “I’d forgotten how good it felt.” He closed his eyes and pulled her tighter against him, burying his face in her neck. “I’ve never gone bare with anyone but you, you know.”

  “Really?” She swallowed. Why did that feel like such a meaningful thing?

  “Really.” His arms wrapped around her, holding her close, and then he gently lowered her backward onto the bed, dragging her forward as he climbed in with her. “You’ve been the only serious relationship I’ve ever had. The others were just . . . well, paid sex.”

  He’d mentioned that before, but it had never sunk in for her, not really. Now, the wonder of it truly hit her. There had never been anyone for him but her.

  It was humbling.

  Her hands smoothed over his shoulders. “Have I told you that I love you?”

  He pulled back and then pushed into her with infinite slowness, her body still clasped against him with one arm, the other supporting his weight as he hovered over her. “You can tell me over and over again, and I will never tire of hearing it.”

  “That’s good, because we have a lot of time to make up for,” she told him in a soft voice. Her words broke off into a moan as he thrust into her again, so forcefully that their bodies slid up her sheets.

  “I’ve heard make-up sex is the best.”
r />   She giggled at that, and her giggles turned into gasps when he began a steady rhythm, pounding into her with forceful thrusts. All lightheartedness left and she clung to him, digging her nails into his shoulders and moaning his name in time with his movements. Her heels dug into his ass, her hips lifting with each thrust. Each time their bodies rocked together, Violet felt her orgasm hover closer and closer, but she wanted to come with Jonathan. She’d already come once without him, and wanted to share this. She’d never felt closer to him than at this moment, and she clung to him as if he were a lifeline, feeling every thrust into her heart, her soul.

  “I love you,” she moaned as he began to pump harder.

  “Keep telling me,” he gritted. “I love hearing you say it.”

  “I love you,” she repeated again, and gasped when he swiveled his hips against her own in a circular motion, making new nerve endings flare to attention. “Oh, God, Jonathan! I love you!”

  “Again. Say it again.”

  She did. Over and over, with every pounding stroke, she told him she loved him, and it seemed to amp up his intensity. Within minutes, she was losing her mind with need, her voice raising into a shriek as he continued to pump harder and harder into her, driving her wild. “I love you! I love you!”

  “You’re mine, Violet.”

  “Yours!”

  “And you’re going to come for me again.”

  “Yes! Come with me!”

  He tilted her hips to the side and pinned her by the hip, then began to hammer into her again. It totally changed the delicious friction and made things intensify by a thousand. Her orgasm roared to life, and, helpless to stop it, she began to come. Her legs tensed and she felt her pussy clench and tug around Jonathan’s cock as waves of pleasure coursed through her. She gave a small scream—

  And someone banged on the wall on the other side of the condo.

  Violet’s cry of pleasure turned into a horrified gasp. “Oh, my God—”

  “Shhh,” he told her. Jonathan’s hand went over her mouth and he gave her a wild, almost feral grin. “I’m not done with you yet.” And he began to drive into her harder, sending her shrieking right over the edge again, her screams drowned out by his hand. Even as she screamed and came, he came, too, a wash of heat bathing her insides and filling her with satisfaction as his face contorted with pleasure and his strokes slowed.

  Eventually, he lifted his hand and grinned down at her, exhausted and sweaty but utterly pleased. He leaned in for one last kiss and then rolled to the side, panting.

  She lay on her back, stunned, staring up at the ceiling.

  His hand searched for hers and he twined his fingers with her own as they lay flat on their backs, and the small gesture made Violet’s heart give a happy flop.

  “I think we scared my neighbors,” she whispered.

  “I think you bit my hand,” he teased.

  She smothered a laugh.

  He looked over at her. “So,” he mused. “Do you love me, Violet?”

  She peeked over at him through her lashes. “What, you couldn’t tell? I think every neighbor in the building heard me shouting it.”

  He grinned. “How attached are you to this building, anyhow?”

  “I don’t know. Why?” Violet gave him a suspicious look.

  He shrugged. “Was thinking about buying a condo of my own here in Detroit, though I’d probably get something bigger. What do you think?”

  She considered this. “What neighborhood?”

  “Whichever one you want.”

  Violet rolled over on her side, amused that his gaze followed her breasts as she did. “Are you asking me to move in with you, Jonathan?”

  “I thought that was obvious. Wanna move in with me?”

  She rolled onto her back again. “I’ll consider it.”

  “Consider it?” Within seconds, Jonathan’s larger body was on top of hers and pressing her against the mattress. “Do you need convincing? I’m pretty good at convincing.”

  She gave him a sly smile, her arousal rising again. Her fingers skated down his chest. “Maybe you show me a little of this convincing, then.”

  Neither of them got up from the bed for hours.

  SIXTEEN

  Two Weeks Later

  You sure Violet won’t mind if I drop in?” Cade Archer, ever solicitous, sounded concerned as the two men exited Jonathan’s sports car and headed to the elevator in the parking garage.

  “Of course not,” Jonathan said, tucking his keys into his jacket pocket. “Besides, it gave me company on the red-eye back here to Detroit.” He was glad for that, too. He’d been a little tired tonight, since he’d had to fly in to New York City earlier that day for business meetings, then stuck around for the weekly Brotherhood meeting. He’d considered staying in his Manhattan town house overnight, but the thought of getting back to Violet was a greater pull than sleep. “I called her earlier and she’s fixing me a late dinner.”

  “So how are things between you two?” Cade asked.

  Jonathan shot his friend a curious look. “Don’t tell me you came all the way to Detroit just because you wanted to see how Violet and I were getting along?”

  “Actually, no,” Cade said, a wry smile curving his mouth. “I can see from the hickies on your neck how you two are getting along. I’m going to visit a friend here in Detroit tomorrow, and I thought I’d fly in with you just to say hi.”

  “Well, don’t say hi for too long,” Jonathan cautioned him. “I plan on dragging Violet into bed at the earliest opportunity.”

  “Bluntly put, sir,” Cade said, unoffended. “I shall find myself a hotel posthaste.”

  “Well, you can at least have dinner,” Jonathan said with a smirk. “But only dinner.”

  They headed up to the penthouse of the most expensive building in Detroit. It was farther away from the school than Violet liked, but she’d loved the apartment when they’d seen it. Jonathan had solved the distance problem for her by hiring her a driver so she could have someone else do the morning commute while she was still waking up and taking in her morning coffee. It was just one of the ways he got the opportunity to take care of her. Luckily, the building was close to his offices downtown, so by the time he left work, she was already home and grading papers for her students. He suspected his Detroit offices didn’t know what to do now that he spent more time in Detroit than New York City, but they’d eventually come around. It allowed him the opportunity to observe the Detroit offices and management, since performances had been poorer than he would have liked last year. Really, this was a good thing all around.

  Since they’d moved in together, Jonathan found Violet to be a joy. It was incredible to be able to wake up and find her in his bed every morning. Violet, it turned out, was a cuddler in her sleep, and she tended to cling to him, as if worried that she’d let go and he’d disappear. Thus, he tended to wake up with Violet’s front pressed to his back and her cold feet pressed against his calves.

  He fucking loved every moment of it.

  They made love with abandon, talked about the future, and he didn’t even care that she tended to throw her shoes off wherever it struck her, and he could follow a trail of dirty clothes back to the bedroom. After all, they could always hire a maid.

  All that mattered was that when he climbed into bed at night, Violet’s arms went around him. And when he woke up, he’d look over and see her lovely face on the pillow next to his.

  Jonathan’s heart had never been so full.

  Cade kept up a stream of easygoing conversation as they headed down the hall toward Jonathan and Violet’s new apartment, but Jonathan wasn’t listening. He’d been gone from Violet for almost a full day; he’d left before dawn that morning and was getting back after two the next morning. This was the longest they’d been apart and he missed the hell out of her.

  “You sure she’s up?”
Cade asked, stifling a yawn.

  “She said she would be,” Jonathan told him, and opened the heavy wooden door to the penthouse apartment. Immediately, the smell of a spicy stir-fry touched his nose, and his mouth watered. He loved Asian food; he’d developed a taste for it in his travels, and Violet had remembered that.

  As if she knew he was thinking about her, Violet padded out of the kitchen, dressed in one of his old T-shirts and a pair of his baggy sleep pants that clung tightly to her generous curves. Her dark hair was rumpled and her eyes looked sleepy, but she held a spatula and beamed at him. “You made it home! I was worried about you.” Her gaze went to Cade and warmed. “And you brought a friend. Hi, Cade! It’s so good to see you.”

  “Violet,” Cade said, striding forward to give her a quick hug. “You’re looking lovely.”

  They hugged briefly and as soon as Cade released her, Jonathan dragged his beautiful woman into his arms, kissing her passionately. She returned his kisses breathlessly, then pulled away. “You’re going to make me burn the food.”

  “You didn’t have to cook,” he told her in a low voice.

  “I’m glad she did. It smells amazing,” Cade said, leaning against one of the nearby counters.

  Violet pulled away from Jonathan’s arms with a blush and a quick look of longing, and then she turned back to the wok on the gas stove. “I needed to do something to stay awake while I waited for you. Coffee?” She gestured at the half-full coffeepot on the counter.

  “I’m good,” Cade said. “Can I look around while we wait for food?”

  “Of course,” Violet said, and winced. “Just . . . excuse the mess. I haven’t picked up.”

  “I won’t say a word,” Cade said with a grin, and disappeared into the living room.

  Immediately, Jonathan grabbed Violet and began to kiss her again, pressing her against a nearby counter and grinding his erection against the cradle of her hips. “God, I missed you.”

  Her return kisses were equally frantic, her hands clawing at his shirt. “Not half as much as I missed you.”