Nathan The Billionaire: The Complete Series (A Navy SEAL Bad Boy Alpha Billionaire Romance)

by Claire Adams

  “Your fingers seem to be doing something else that isn’t allowed,” Jackson said as he grunted with the pleasure of my hand around his throbbing cock.

  “I don’t follow rules very well,” I told him as I leaned in and kissed him.

  His lips were hungry for me and our mouths moved together in unison as we passionately kissed. It felt good to kiss a man like Jackson. His firm muscles wrapped around me, and I felt the desire in every move of our bodies. He wrapped his hands around my back and pressed me down onto him. I was only inches away from having his cock inside of me. The decision to take him on was running back and forth through my head. My body certainly wanted Jackson badly. I could feel the wetness of my desire. But my brain kept telling me it was a bad idea and we shouldn’t take things any further.

  His tongue dove into my mouth and took it as his own as he grabbed my hair. His hands were firm with me, yet gentle enough to bring desire out. Jackson alternated between sweet and soft kisses, before he kissed rough and hard. It was the perfect combination.

  I pressed my hips up against him and could feel his hard cock through my wet G-string. There was only a tiny piece of fabric separating the two of us from being together. It was up to me and I knew that. Jackson wasn’t going to make the next move. He wasn’t going to force things to move further along. If I wanted to feel him inside of me, I would have to take the necessary steps to make it happen.

  I agonized over what to do. My body wanted to feel him inside of me so desperately that I almost didn’t care that we were at the club. But deep down, I knew I wouldn’t want to make love to any man in the scuzzy hell hole that was the strip club. It wasn’t my type of thing. If I did decide to make love to Jackson, it was going to be in a bed. A wonderful, fluffy hotel bed.

  Slowly, I stopped kissing Jackson and slid up off of his lap. I gave him time to put his throbbing cock back into his pants as I danced in front of the camera to prevent him from being too exposed. He had by far been the best lap dance I had ever given in that club.

  “Meet me out back in thirty minutes. I’ll wrap things up here and then we can go.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he said with a mischievous smile.

  I turned and left the room and walked toward the back dressing area. I couldn’t believe what had just happened between us. Had it all been a show for the cameras? I didn’t think so. I felt a passion between us. I felt his desire for me.

  Jackson was so reserved outside of the club, but in that room he had been passionate. In that room, he had wanted me and I felt that. I was giddy with excitement as I made my way into the back room. I couldn’t wait to get changed and go back to the hotel with Jackson. I wondered if we would continue our make out session or if we would both go back to pretending like we weren’t getting along.

  “Get the fuck into my office!” screamed Stephano as I walked into the dressing room. “Who the fuck do you think you are?

  My heart pounded as I tried to think of a reason for Stephano to be angry with me. He couldn’t have known that I met with Chase and Jackson, or maybe he did? He could have found a totally unrelated reason to be pissed off with me. I had no idea, but what I did know was that I needed to just follow his directions and do whatever he asked of me.

  Then I remembered that I was supposed to give Stephano half of the money I got from having a John at my house. I had totally forgotten about that. I had some cash from my tips that night, though, and it would cover the $500 I had told Stephano I would give him.

  I walked into his office and sat down in the chair across from his desk.

  “Stephano, I’ve got your money,” I said as I tried to calm him down.

  “I don’t want you fucking money, what were you doing with that guy? Was that the John from the other night? Did he pay you to fuck him in the back room? I don’t know what’s come over you lately. You use to be one of my best girls.”

  “I’m sorry, Stephano.”

  I learned a long time before that arguing with Stephano was never a good idea. The best possible way to get him to calm down was to admit that I had done something wrong and then promise to never do it again.

  He continued to rage on about the importance of a woman’s virtue and how I didn’t have any. He talked for nearly a twenty minutes before he asked one of his goons to take me out of the building.

  “You need to think about what you’re doing. A guy like that is only using you. He doesn’t want to marry you. If you’re going to start turning tricks that’s fine. But you are the one who told me you were above all of that.”

  “You’re right, I’m sorry,” I said as his goon walked me out the back door of the club.

  PART 2

  Chapter 7

  JACKSON

  Roxanne was a smart woman. I could tell it had pissed her off that I didn’t trust her to get the information we needed. But did she really expect me to leave Ana’s fate in her hands? I was the trained professional. I was the one who Chase and Jordan had hired to get the job done. If we didn’t come back to Atlanta with Ana, it was going to be my fault.

  Roxanne knew how to use her body to get what she wanted, but our interaction seemed much more than just a ploy. She wanted me. There was no way she could pretend as well as she had. But I had to admit, I wanted her, too.

  If she had started to fuck me right there in the lap dance room, I wouldn’t have argued. The moment was hot, it was primal, and it left me wanting to bring Roxanne back to the hotel and fuck her until she couldn’t take any more. It was weird how she drove me absolutely crazy, and yet I wanted to have her naked in bed. I had never been around a woman who had such an effect on me.

  I did as Roxanne had instructed me to and I waited thirty minutes and then drove around to the back of the club. But she wasn’t there. I pulled off to the side of the building and walked up to the back entrance to see if I could get a look inside.

  My gut said that something was wrong. I didn’t know what it was just yet, but my senses were on high alert. I looked back and forth around the area to see what was going on. I didn’t want to get jumped by some security guard of Stephano’s or anything like that. I wasn’t going to go inside, and I wasn’t going to confront anyone. Part of being a good investigator was staying out of the eyesight of people so you could take note of what was going on.

  Then, I saw something that made my blood go cold. A man had his hand around Roxanne’s throat and she was pinned up against the building. It must have been Stephano. He probably figured out that she was feeding information to someone and he flipped out. I didn’t have time to figure out who it was for sure or what was going on. I needed to neutralize the situation.

  I came up behind the man and wrapped my arm tight around his throat. I held onto him as tight as I could as I pried his fingers away from Roxanne’s throat. She crumbled to the ground and gasped for air, but at least, she was trying to breathe. The man I held onto was about 30 seconds away from passing out because I had his oxygen supply totally cut off.

  Although I currently worked as a private investigator, I had many years of experience in a special forces unit. My training had taught me how to deal with men like that in a hand to hand combat arena. There was nothing he could do at that point, my grip was perfect and he didn’t have the skills necessary to free himself.

  “Are you alright?” I asked Roxanne as she stood up and started to punch the man I was holding.

  “You fucker! You goddamn motherfucker! You tried to kill me,” she screamed at the man.

  But within seconds, his body went limp and I let him slide down to the ground. For a second, I saw a look of concern in Roxanne’s eyes. I assumed she thought I had killed the man. If you hadn’t seen a man pass out before, it was quiet concerning. But I wasn’t about to get in trouble for killing a man. I just wanted him to sleep it off until we were long gone.

  “He’s just unconscious,” I said as I grabbed her to bring her to the car.

  She pulled away from me and started to kick him in the stomach befo
re I was finally able to pull her away. There appeared to be a lot of pent up anger toward that man and as much as I didn’t mind her kicking him, we really did need to get out of there.

  “You should have killed him,” Roxanne said as we climbed into the car.

  “Who was he?”

  “One of Stephano’s goons. He’s a lowlife. Stephano was pissed that I had brought a John back to my house and that the same guy had been in my private room with me. He thought I was whoring myself out.”

  “Oh, he saw us?”

  “Yeah, he saw that you didn’t pay me anything when we were done, and he was pissed. But I think he was more concerned that I had said I wouldn’t do anything like that and now he thinks I’m doing it. Or at the very least, he thought I was making very poor decisions. Stephano didn’t make it sound like his goon was supposed to hurt me, though. He just told him to escort me out.”

  “Well, that’s good.”

  “What are you talking about, Jackson? That is not good. He had that goon strangling me out back to teach me a lesson. I don’t see how any of this is good.”

  “It’s good that he didn’t tell the guy to strangle you. That means the goon took it upon himself and that never works out well for guys like him when Stephano finds out.”

  Roxanne was worked up and I didn’t want to argue, but it was good that Stephano just thought I was a John trying to get some free time with Roxanne. It was much better than thinking I was an investigator looking for Ana.

  We rode back to the hotel in silence because I didn’t know what else to say to Roxanne. She had had a long and difficult night, and I assumed she was exhausted. I could see the red welts on her neck and was just happy that she didn’t appear to have any problems breathing. It was easier than most people thought to fracture a windpipe and that could make breathing very difficult.

  At the hotel, we walked together into the lobby and then into the elevator. The sexual tension between us seemed to grow with each step toward our hotel rooms. But I didn’t think it was my place to make any moves on her. She had to be in charge of that end of things; I didn’t want to be perceived as the jerk who tried to take advantage of her.

  “Thank you,” Roxanne said as we both stood in front of our hotel rooms and unlocked the doors.

  “No problem. I’m glad you’re alright.”

  I moved slowly into my room in the hope that she might stop me and ask for me to come eat with her again. But there was nothing else she had to say. We both went to our respective rooms.

  I left the door between our rooms open, but Roxanne left hers closed and locked. She didn’t need me that night, I figured.

  Our time in the back room had been so intense, I genuinely couldn’t wait to get her back to the room and continue things. But after the strangling incident, I knew she was going to need her space. I wanted to reach out to her and see how she was doing, but I didn’t want to seem pushy. A traumatic event like the one she had just been through wasn’t something I could help her much with. She just needed to not think about it and move on.

  Luckily, I knew that Roxanne wasn’t the type of girl who had a lot of emotions to show. She was hiding almost every emotion she had and I wasn’t interested in trying to break her of that habit. I had met women like her before; they had hard lives so they hide behind this lack of emotion. Sooner or later, though, that emotion was going to break through, and I didn’t want to be the person that was around when that happened.

  I ordered food for myself and watched television as I tried to wind down so I could sleep. Unfortunately, the scene from the private lap dance room just kept replaying in my mind. I felt myself get hard just thinking about her tits in my face.

  Roxanne was a beautiful woman, that was for damn sure. But her complicated situation and emotions weren’t anything I wanted to deal with. A woman like her was certainly more than I could handle and I wasn’t going to get myself all mixed up in her life. I was there to do a job and that’s exactly what I was going to do. Nothing more and nothing less.

  More than once, I wanted to knock on the door between us to see if she was awake. Out of kindness, I wanted to make sure she was still breathing well and not having any problems. Strangulation was a dangerous injury and a person could stop breathing very easily if they didn’t pay close attention to the warning signs and aftermath of the injury.

  It wasn’t just her health that I was thinking of, though. My mind swirled with the thought of having Roxanne in my bed. The idea of having her naked lying next to me was an enticing one, and I couldn’t wait until it happened. I felt like it would sooner or later. She could only resist my charms for so long before she finally gave in.

  Stop thinking about her.

  Every time I thought that I would never give in to my desire for Roxanne, I had the exact opposite thought only a few minutes later. She was occupying a lot of time in my thoughts and the naughty thoughts seemed to be coming more frequently than before. I just couldn’t keep her off of my mind.

  Then, I realized that Roxanne hadn’t really gotten to experience many of my good charms yet. We had been working since we met each other. She probably thought I was just some muscle-bound oaf who didn’t care at all about women. But that was as far from the truth as possible.

  I loved women, especially strong, independent women. I still wasn’t sure if Roxanne was really my type or not, but she was the only woman I’d had my hard cock up against in several months, so she was starting to look more and more like my type every day.

  I knocked on the door between our rooms to see if she was doing alright. It was just to check on her health, I told myself. I wanted to make sure she wasn’t feeling any pain when she took a breath, and I wanted to know if she had any pressure in her chest while breathing. As soon as I found out how she was feeling, I was going to go right back to my bed.

  “How are you feeling?” I said through the door.

  There was no answer at first, but then I heard the door unlock and saw Roxanne standing there in front of me. She looked like she had been crying and her eyes were puffy and red. Her black mascara seeped down her face in a waterfall of emotions.

  It surprised me. Roxanne hadn’t struck me as the kind of girl that cried and I stood there and looked at her as the scene sunk in. Then, I realized she must have actually been really scared when that guy was strangling her. She probably thought he was going to kill her.

  Emotions and women were not my thing. I didn’t know what to do or what to say. Give me a disaster that I could fix any day of the week over the emotions of a woman. Women were so hard to predict. I liked my life and my ability to predict what would happen next for me.

  “I’m alright,” she said. It was clearly a lie.

  Why did strong women always do that? The second a man asked them if they were alright, their answer was always that they were just fine. It drove me nuts when women didn’t say what was really going on. Just tell me you aren’t doing well. Tell me you had a horrible night and just want to cry. Tell me something real, I just don’t want to hear a lie.

  “Do you want me to stay with you tonight?” I asked.

  I genuinely didn’t mean it in any type of sexual way and I would have been perfectly fine with staying above the covers. I hated seeing the pain in her eyes. Even if she said she was fine, I could tell she was hurting.

  “No, I think it’s best if we stay in our own rooms tonight,” Roxanne smiled slightly.

  “Alright, but maybe we should leave the doors unlocked, just in case you need something. I’m a pretty light sleeper. I can come in and help out again if you need me to.”

  “Okay. Thanks. I’m going to sleep now. I’m exhausted.”

  Roxanne shut the door, and I saw the lights turn off under the door. She seemed distant and sad, not at all like her regular feisty self. Although I had only known her for a couple days, so maybe I really didn’t know what her regular self was like.

  I climbed back into bed and pulled my laptop out to email Chase and Jordan.
I gave them an update on what we had found out so far and told them that Roxanne and I were getting along great.

  I lied and said that we hadn’t run into any problems yet. There was no reason to get them worried by telling them about Roxanne being strangled outside the club.

  Chase had a tendency to want to handle things when he felt like he could help. I didn’t want him rushing back down to Miami just because of the incident that had just happened. Roxanne and I could handle things. I was confident we were on the right path.

  ***

  I always had dreams where I fought people off. It was a danger of my profession and past in the military. On that night, I replayed the scene of Roxanne being strangled. I found myself there again and fighting with her attacker. Kicking him, punching him, and nothing would get him to let go of her throat.

  In my dream, as it turned to a nightmare, Roxanne slumped down limply as I stood there unable to save her. The assailant and I were in the midst of an all-out battle as I had to fight to save my own life and couldn’t come to Roxanne’s rescue. It was a nightmare to me because I always tried to protect the people I was around. If someone actually was able to hurt one of my loved ones or partners, I felt like that was the ultimate defeat.

  I felt the helplessness as it overwhelmed me, that feeling of not being able to save someone I loved. The feelings of losing Rose in Qatar flooded over me throughout my dream. It was like Roxanne was Rose and I had lost her. Rose had been my sweet girlfriend and I felt the pain like it was real again.

  My body wanted to wake up from the nightmare and I felt myself struggling to come out of it, but I just couldn’t. The sadness of losing Rose, or Roxanne, was too much and I stayed in the dream in hopes of getting a different outcome. I wanted to wake up and have everything be alright. I wanted to wake up and learn that the reality wasn’t the truth and Rose was still alive.