The Billionaire X-MAS Wonder: A Billionaire Christmal Novel

by Sarah J. Brooks

  My mom looked at the small plate in his hand, loaded with six baked goods. She smiled. “All of it looks wonderful.”

  He placed the plate on the table and held his hand out to her.

  “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Hollan.”

  “Please, call me Barb.” They shook hands, and Dean took a seat beside me. “I was disappointed not to meet you the other night when Becca came to the hospital.”

  “I would have loved to be there.” I could feel him staring at me. He hadn’t been pleased to learn that I hadn’t told him to meet me there. “I would have gladly missed work for it, but I am thankful that your daughter was considerate enough to worry about me getting work done.”

  “I’m sure you had a lot to catch up on,” I muttered.

  “I was probably in the middle of hiring a publicist.” My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. Why didn’t I just text him like everyone wanted me to? My brow furrowed as my mother and Dean spoke about work a little bit, and Dean gave her the whole speech about what he did for a living. I poked at the treats in front of us as a waitress came over with our drinks and checked that we didn’t need anything else.

  My mother took a sip of her London fog and looked at me.

  “Becca ...” she put her coffee down. “There is something I need to tell you.”

  My heart skipped a beat. “What’s wrong?” Was she sick? Was Dad getting worse? Did he have cancer or something?

  My mother swallowed as she smiled. “I … I’ve been seeing someone, and I would like you and Dean to meet him.”

  My jaw almost dropped, but I managed to keep it off the floor. My parents had been separated since I was in high school, but my mother had never dated anyone else; hell, my dad hadn’t either. Unlike most couples that got a divorce, my parents got along well after everything happened. There wasn’t a lot of fighting—at least not that I remember. To be honest, I didn’t even know the full story of why they weren’t still together.

  “When did you have in mind?” Dean’s voice snapped me back to reality.

  I felt his hand touch my thigh. I made a mental note to thank Dean for saving my ass there before I turned my attention back to my mother.

  “Well, I know you’re very busy, but I was hoping sometime in the next couple of weeks.”

  Dean nodded. “With the new publicist, I should have a lot more free time. I’m sure we could do that. Let me check my schedule, and I’ll have Becca get back to you about it; is that alright?”

  My mother nodded as a smile spread over her lips. For a split second, I felt like a little kid who had parents making plans for play dates.

  “Wait, how long have you been seeing this guy?”

  “A couple of months.”

  This time my jaw did drop. I stared at her blankly. “A couple months, and you’re just telling me now?”

  “Well, there was a lot going on; I didn’t want you to get distracted.” My mother shrugged it off. I had no clue how she could just sit there and act like this wasn’t a big deal. I opened my mouth to say something but closed it, not bothering. I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact she hadn’t thought it was worth telling me she had a boyfriend, but whatever.

  I took a bite of a cheesecake square to keep myself from saying anything rude. I’d be given hell if I waited that long to tell her, I thought.

  “How are you doing?” My mother’s eyes locked on me.

  “I’m fine.”

  Her eyes narrowed like she thought I was lying. Then I realized what she meant. See, no one except Katie would actually say it out loud; it’s like they thought if they mentioned it I was just going to break down or something.

  “Oh, you mean about the whole ‘traumatic event’ thing.” That’s what everyone called it. No one would actually say some guy held a gun to my head. “Really, I’m fine. I went back to work today. It was fine.”

  Don’t get me wrong, I knew everyone was just trying to do what was best for me, I just wished they would have a little more faith in my mental state than to think I was going to break down if they said it.

  Then again, no one really knew about the panic attacks in Italy except my therapist, Katie, and Dean. But no one else needed to know as far as I was concerned.

  “Are you sure you’re not pushing yourself too much?”

  “Mhm.” Dean piped up. He’d been on me as soon as I started thinking about going back to work.

  I ignored Dean completely; sadly, I couldn’t do that with my mom.

  “I’m sure, Mom; anyways, everyone has been super understanding, and if I need to call it a day before the end of my shift, everyone told me I’m more than welcome to do that. I promise I’m fine. I’m not pushing myself too much. Anyways, Dean’s keeping an eye on me.” This time, I glanced sideways and caught his eye. “Whether he is willing to admit it or not.” I added the last part after a second’s thought.

  “I …” He closed his mouth and gave me a smile. “I’ve been worried about you, that’s all.”

  “And I’ve told you—both of you; I’m fine.” I gave them both a smile. “I know you’re worried, and it means a lot to me, but have a little faith here.”

  “You’re not fine, Rebecca,” my mother spoke up. “Please, don’t lie to us or yourself. If you want to go back to work that’s great, but you can’t just sit there and pretend you’re fine because you’re not. It’s been less than two weeks after everything happened. It doesn’t take less than two weeks to get over everything you went through.”

  “I’m in therapy for it!” I protested. I knew it was a stupid argument, but it came out before thinking about it. “My therapist says I’m doing really well, by the way.”

  “And that’s great.” My mom reached out to touch my hand, but I pulled away. She took her hand back, a blush rising on her cheeks. “I’m glad you’re doing well, but we’re all worried about you for a reason, just remember that. Think about how you would feel if you were in our situation.”

  “Alright,” I muttered, but I wasn’t sure if I was actually going to do it; I just wanted this conversation to end. “So, how’s work?” A change of topic was what we needed. So I just had to hope she would let it drop. Thankfully, she did.

  After another half hour of talking, my mom finally stood. She gave me a smile. “I’d better get going. I told your dad I would bring him some dinner, and I’m sure he’ll want it soon. I wouldn’t want him to think I blew him off or anything.”

  I was sure he would be thrilled if she didn’t show up, but I didn’t say anything. I let her pull me into a tight hug that lasted just a little too long.

  “Call me,” she ordered. “I want to see more of you.”

  “I know, Mom. I’ve just been super busy with work and … and stuff.” I hadn’t told her about working on the hot chocolate business after work, just because I wanted to surprise her with it. I pulled away and gave her a smile. “Come over sometime, and I’ll make us something nice to drink. We’ll catch up, and I’ll meet that boyfriend of yours.”

  “Sounds perfect.” My mother turned her attention to Dean and gave him a quick hug. “Keep her safe, and don’t let her push herself too much.”

  “I try not to, Barb. But, no offense, your daughter is a handful some days.”

  My mother laughed as the three of us made our way towards the door. “Oh, you should have met her when she was a teenager. She was quite the handful!”

  “Hey!” I protested. “I never snuck out or did anything that bad.”

  “True, you were a good daughter.” Her eyes sparkled as she glanced at me before coming to a stop. “Alright, I’ll see you both around.” It sounded like a promise more than anything else. Both Dean and I nodded.

  “See you around, Mom.”

  And with that, we parted ways without another word. Dean’s arm circled around my shoulder as we made our way back to the car. I looked at the shops as we passed them.

  “So, that went really well, actually.”

  “Yo
u thought so too? She seemed to warm up to me pretty quick.”

  I had to admit, I was surprised. But I didn’t say it out loud; instead, I lied. “See, I told you there was nothing to worry about.”

  Dean chuckled softly. “So, now what’s your plan?”

  I glanced down at my phone and blew out a deep breath. We had to work tomorrow, and I had a therapist appointment, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t have a little bit of fun tonight. After all, I mean we were in Las Vegas.

  Dean laughed softly as we made our way back to the casino. “Really? You want to go back to work?”

  “No, we’re going to play.” I grinned as I climbed the steps, holding onto Dean’s arm as reached the door, and he pulled his keys out. Thankfully it was way past closing time, and the only car in the parking lot was ours because I had a couple plans that no one else was allowed to be involved in.

  Dean unlocked the door and let me step into the lobby before him. I strode directly to the card table. “So ...” I looked over my shoulder. “Are you good at cards?” I grinned widely.

  Dean stared at me wide-eyed. “I can play a little. Are you?”

  “We’ll have to find out.” I hadn’t been trained for the card tables yet, so I didn’t know that much about poker—or any other card game really—but I didn’t care if I won or not, all I cared about was making this a night Dean would never forget.

  He joined me at a card table, sitting down across from me. “Well, you already have more than enough money, so why don’t we make this interesting?”

  “What did you have in mind?”

  I leaned towards him. “Winner gets a surprise.” I gave him the best sexy look I could muster, and it must have worked because Dean swallowed, leaning towards me.

  “Sounds fun. I’ll start thinking about what to do to you.”

  My heart skipped a beat as I thought about his words. He grabbed a pair of cards and shuffled them.

  “I’ll get us something to drink.”

  My heart raced as I reached the bar and grabbed us each a beer. I also grabbed a bowl of nuts while heading back to the table.

  Dean had shuffled out cards for each of us, and there were three cards face up. I looked at them carefully as I slid into the seat and grabbed my own cards. I grinned looking at them.

  “So, this is where we bet, right?”

  “Yup.” He grabbed his cards with one hand as I passed him a beer that he took with the other. “So normally, we start with three rounds of better.”

  “Interesting.” I grinned, looking down at my cards. I had a queen of hearts and a three of clubs. No clue what that meant, but okay. “So, I’ll bet …” I bit my lip thinking about it. I didn’t want to bet too much the first round, but I didn’t want to be lame. “A new set of lingerie.”

  “I’ll match your new set of lingerie, and I’ll raise you.” He was quiet for a couple seconds. “Dirty pictures.”

  A blush touched my cheeks. I’d never given anyone dirty pictures, but I really liked the idea of letting Dean have some. I bit my lip and nodded.

  Dean grinned as he turned over a card.

  Five of hearts. Honestly, it didn’t mean anything to me, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t playing to win. I was playing for fun, and an excuse to have sex with Dean. That’s what this was really about, after all. It was about doing something for him to surprise him, something he would never expect.

  *

  I grinned as he packed the cards back up. So I’d lost? Who cared? I was still winning.

  It had been fun, that was all that mattered, and now I had some experience with the cards. Dean had been sure to give me a walkthrough of everything so that I could start learning to handle the card tables; they’d make more money since it was customary to tip your card dealer, and normally everyone was much drunker by the time they gave you a tip.

  “You know, you said something about office sex,” I called as I headed towards the garbage and tossed the bottles.

  “Are you suggesting something?”

  “No, I’m promising it.” Without another word to Dean, I headed towards his office.

  Seconds later, I felt his fingers wrap around my wrist as he grabbed me and pulled me to a stop. His lips crashed against mine as he pulled me close to him. “I fucking love you,” he whispered. “I have no idea how I got lucky enough to have a woman half as amazing as you.”

  My cheeks flushed as I pulled him closer to me, my arms wrapping around his neck. “And I have no idea how I got lucky enough to find someone as amazing as you,” I whispered through kisses.

  My teeth grazed his lower lip, and Dean let out a deep breath, his hand slipping under my shirt. I pulled away a little.

  “This entire place is windows.”

  “So?” He raised an eyebrow but stepped back from me, took my hand and rushed to his office.

  The second we were inside, he closed the door and locked it. His eyes roamed over my body as he watched me pull my shirt over my head.

  “What?”

  “I wish you were in a skirt is all.” He laughed softly.

  “It just means we will have to do it again.”

  I looked him up and down as I reached for his shirt. His eyes sparkled as he reached out and cupped my face, giving me a gentle kiss before backing me up towards his desk. He spun me around and pushed me down gently.

  I caught myself with my hand on his desk as his arms wrapped around my hips and his fingers popped the button on my jeans. My heart skipped a beat as I felt cold air touch my hips and he pulled my jeans down, lower and lower until they reached my ankles. A shiver of arousal ran down my spine, pooling in the pit of my stomach as I bit my lip waiting for whatever he would do to me next.

  His fingers traced up my legs, ever so slowly inching their way up to my thighs. I bit back a moan, closing my eyes.

  Dean’s lips touched my innermost thigh as he pushed my legs wider. His teeth grazed my skin, and I gasped, arching.

  As I looked down at him, his eyes sparkled.

  “I thought you were going to bend me over your desk and fuck my brains out.”

  “Not yet, first I have to have a little fun with you.” His eyes sparkled. My heart skipped a beat, and I didn’t dare mention how much I was looking forward to this. Dean’s fingers grabbed the waist of my panties and pulled them down ever so slowly. He stood up, his finger slipping inside my pussy quickly. I gasped, my eyes rolling back.

  “You’re already wet?” Dean chuckled softly. “I’m glad to know I turn you on that much.” He slipped out of me, and I turned to see him unzip his pants. I swallowed dryly, staring at his hard cock. I wanted him inside me so badly. He stepped towards me, pressing himself between my legs. His hands traced over the curves of my body as he slid into me gently. I moaned, my eyes rolling back.

  “Oh, God, you feel so good,” he whispered, pulling away from me gently and sliding back in.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Soft and slow each time, gently sliding in and out of me as his fingers dug into my skin.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Then he pulled away. I turned to stare at him, opening my mouth to ask him about it, but he grabbed me and spun me around to face him. He backed me up onto the desk; my legs slid down my ankles as I sat on the desk and spread my legs wider.

  I didn’t say a word as I pulled Dean into my arms and placed a kiss on his lips. A gasp passed through my lips as he pushed back into me gently. His fingers tangled in my hair, pushing it back from my face as he thrust into me.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  He thrust faster and faster, and my eyes rolled back. That was what I wanted. I wanted to feel him thrusting faster and harder. I moaned, my teeth grazing his lower lip. “Fuck me hard,” I whispered.

  Dean’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer to him. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Faster and faster he thrust into me, harder and harder.

  I gasped, letting out a louder moan as my nails dug into his chest.


  “Oh, fuck,” Dean whispered. His hands traced down the curves of my body gently as I nibbled his lower lip softly, my tongue slipping through his teeth to explore inside his mouth. Dean pulled me closer to him, thrusting faster and faster. My moan was silenced by his lips, and my hands traced over his muscles, trying to take everything in. His hands rested on my hips, his nails digging into my butt gently. I moaned, my legs wrapping around his hips as my free hand reached between my legs to play with myself.

  Dean pulled away from our kiss; his eyes locked on me.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Faster and faster. His eyes locked on mine as he stared at me. “I fucking love you,” he whispered.

  “I love you too, Dean,” I whispered back as his hands traced up the curves of my body, resting on my breasts for a second as his thumb and forefinger pinched my nipple gently.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Harder and harder. My eyes rolled back as he pinched my nipple.

  “Does it hurt?” he asked softly.

  “Only a little.” Not enough that I wanted him to stop.

  “So, you like a little pain?”

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Harder and harder. I nodded. A gasp passed through my lips as he pinched my nipples harder before he let go and his warm hand traveled further up my body, over my neck, and into my hair. I moaned as his fingers tangled in my hair, pulling gently.

  I moaned louder.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Dean thrust into me harder and harder, slamming into me as my eyes rolled back.

  “Oh, fuck,” I moaned, my nails digging into him. Everything went a hazy white. “I’m so close,” I whispered.

  “Cum for me,” Dean whispered in my ear. His hot breath tickled my neck, and I moaned, my hips bucking as his words sent me over the edge. My nails dug into his and I cried out in pure bliss as my orgasm overwhelmed me. Waves of pleasure rocketed through my body, one after another, just as strong as the last.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Dean slammed into me faster and faster, letting out his own sound of pleasure—something that sounded close to a growl if you asked me.