Seducing the Billionaire's Brother

by Marquita Valentine

“Did he also say that he’s a dick?”

  She shook her head. “He said he knew what was best for everyone.”

  “Same thing.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m so sorry that he ambushed you like that. I promise that it will never happen again.” Drew had crossed a line and he would be the one to shove him back over. “Is there anything else you need to tell me before I make his wife a widow?”

  Faith shook her head, then closed her eyes. “Actually, there is one more thing.”

  29

  FAITH

  SHE OPENED HER EYES and took a deep breath. There was no way she’d wait a second longer to show Connor exactly how she felt about him.“ I want you to make love to me.”

  A second later, he yanked her against his hard body. “Are you sure?”

  “More than anything.”

  “No holding back.”

  She shook her head. “I haven’t held back from you.”

  “I meant me.” He bared her body to him, his wild eyes missing nothing. “I’ll give you everything I have.”

  “I just want you.”

  “I know.” He sank to his knees and put his mouth her on, licking and feasting on her. She fisted her hands in his hair, lifting her hips to meet his talented tongue. She rocked against his mouth, desperate for the pleasure on he could give her. “Not yet. On my cock this time.”

  He sat on the sofa, undid his pants and pulled out his cock, stroking it while she stared at him hungrily. “Come here, wife.”

  She walked to him, straddling his lap.

  “Your tits are perfection.” He bit her nipples, sucking on them as he kneaded her ass. He smacked it, rubbing away the pain a second later.

  “Please, Connor. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

  “Fuck.” He rubbed his erection against her, dipping the head inside and making her gasp. “I’ll pull out.”

  “You can do whatever you want.” She widened her thighs, lowering herself on his erection. “Oh my... that feels so good.”

  “There you go, sweetness.” He put his hands on her hips, helping her move. “There you go. Look at you taking my cock.”

  It wasn’t easy to take him because it had been so long and he was huge. But he’d gotten her so wet and she was so willing that before long she found a rhythm that made her pant and him growl.

  He breathed harshly in her ear, encouraging her with words so hot that she felt as though she was melting into him. “You feel so damn good. I can barely keep myself from filling you.”

  She ripped at his shirt, the buttons pinging around the room, but she couldn’t get the sleeves over his cufflinks. “I can’t get this off.”

  “Doesn’t matter,” he said, capturing her lips with his, tongue sinfully hot as it plunged inside her mouth. “Just hold on to me and I’ll do the rest.”

  Gripping his wide shoulders, she clung to him. One large hand cupped her neck while the other played with her clit. He thrust his hips up, sending his cock so deep that she cried out, then begged for more.

  He bit down on her ear. “I suggest you come.”

  “What about you?” she asked.

  He laughed darkly. “I’ve been holding back since I got inside of you.”

  She looked at him, at the sweat beaded above his upper lip and the tense line of his jaw. He was holding back...?

  He flicked his thumb against her clit. “Stop worrying about me or them or anything but this. I’ll fuck you again in bed, greedy girl, in any position you want.”

  Her world grew smaller and smaller until she could only focus on the way he felt inside of her, the ripples of pleasure as he played with her clit, and how hard his chest was against hers.

  The man was divine, all steel abs and a light dusting of hair on his perfectly sculpted chest. His golden skin made her think of beaches, of tropical days and nights.

  He surged inside of her and did something with his fingers against her clit that sent her over the edge. She rocked her hips against him, clinging to him as he gritted his teeth and allowed her to ride him until she was nothing more than a limp doll in his arms.

  With a curse, he pulled out of her, rubbing his hand up and down on his erection until hot come splashed on her skin. He sought her mouth, kissing her deeply as her heart calmed.

  “You’re a mess, Mrs. Montgomery, but you’re my mess.” He leaned back, a cocky smile on his face as he surveyed her.

  “You’re mine, too, you know,” she said.

  “I think we can spend another night in Paris, don’t you?” he replied instead of answering her directly.

  “I’ll stay anywhere in the world with you.”

  THAT EVENING, FAITH was covered in water and bubbles as she sat in a clawfoot tub, sipping champagne while Connor fed her bite-sized portions of pineapple and cherries.

  Her view – the best one in Paris because it was of Connor. He sat by the tub, wearing nothing a pair of dark grey sweats. His muscles flexed when he moved, which was often because she kept asking him to do things for her so she could ogle him.

  “I think we should get more matching tattoos. How would you feel about stack of books or a quote from Harry Potter?”

  Connor plucked the glass from hand. “And that’s enough for tonight.”

  She stuck out her lip. “I’m serious.”

  “So am I.” He set the glass on the marble floor and then did the same with the plate of fruit. “Lean forward and I’ll wash your back.”

  She did as he asked and he dipped a small sponge in the hot water, running it over her skin and making her sigh in bliss, even if her tattoo still stung. “Why can’t I?”

  “Because if I were to take you to get it done tonight, you’d regret it in the morning.”

  “You don’t know that.”

  “I do know, however, you don’t make the best decisions when you drink.” His hand replaced the loofah. He settled behind her, rubbing something slick and fragrant into her skin. “Just relax.”

  She leaned back against the tub, forcing his hands to move from her back to her shoulders. He didn’t stop there, his hands went lower, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples.

  Moaning his name, she let her head fall back. His mouth covered hers, one hand dipping between her thighs. His fingers were slick against as they found her, a long finger thrusting inside core while the others pressed against her clit.

  “I still want to get it.”

  “Would you rather have another tattoo or an orgasm?” He thrust two fingers inside of her, his other hand massaging her breast.

  “You don’t play fair.”

  “Never claimed to.” He moved so that he was at her side, letting go of her breast. “Stand up.”

  “I don’t know if I can.”

  “Try to anyway.” Her legs were shaky, but she managed while he kept his fingers deep inside. She clenched her thighs together, moving her hips because he wouldn’t.

  “It’s time,” Connor said as he moved to the French doors and opened them wider. “Don’t blink.”

  Before her eyes, the tower went dark, then put on a show as silver, gold, and pink lights danced. “It’s so pretty.”

  Connor cut the lights and lit candles that had ben strategically placed around the room, then stepped in the tub. She glanced behind her. He was completely nude. She swallowed hard, her eyes on him and not the view.

  “Eye forward.” He lightly slapped her ass, making her squeal.

  She forced her gaze forward. “How long does show last?”

  “Long as you want.”

  The water sloshed against her legs.

  The night air cooled her skin.

  She shivered.

  Connor grabbed her hips, his mouth on her thighs as he kissed her until her knees turned to jelly.

  “Sit.” He kept her steady, his fingers digging into her skin with painful pleasure. She went down on her knees, her legs splayed wide. Her back was to his front as he pulled her against him, his thick erection between her thighs now
.

  She gripped him, stroking him from bottom to tip. His breath was harsh against her neck, his hands gripping the tub instead of her. She rubbed the head against her swollen clit, wanting to come and to make him come as well.

  “I am so fucking close,” he said and bit the side of her neck.

  She closed her eyes, rolling her hips as she stroked him faster and rubbed against the head until she cried out.

  Fireworks lit up the night sky.

  Connor growled her name, his knuckles turning white as hot spurts left him and splashed on her hands and in the water.

  His forehead hit the back of her neck. She still stroked him, her hand moving until he covered it with his. He free hand moved between her legs, rubbing her clit until she screamed his name.

  “How about a shower?” he asked.

  She could only nod.

  He lifted them both, helping her out of the tub. He pressed a button and the shower came to life. She all but ran inside, letting the jets of hot water both clean her off and warm her up.

  Connor was right behind her, pulling her to him. “Bend over and grab the seat.”

  She put her ass in the air, his cock smacking against her skin as he repositioned her. He shoved his fingers inside her first, preparing her for what he wanted and what she needed.

  Another hard thrust and he replaced his fingers with his cock, stretching her to the point of pleasurable pain. He didn’t give her time to adjust to his size or catch her breath.

  Instead, he adjusted his grip, widened his stance, and drove into her, his thighs slapping against her ass cheeks. She braced herself against the shower wall, the seat too slippery now. He bent over her, one hand on her bests, tormenting her nipple while the other kept a firm grip on her waist.

  “You’re not leaving me.”

  She shook her head. “No, never.”

  “Swear it.”

  “I swear, Conner. I will never leave you.”

  He pulled out, turning her around and pushing her against the corner of the shower that the water couldn’t reach. He picked her up, thrusting into her as he lowered her body and made her breasts bounce.

  “Wrap your legs around me.”

  She crossed her legs at the ankles, behind his back and held on for dear life while he fucked her against the wall. He didn’t let up, didn’t stop even when her orgasm made her eyes roll to the back of her head.

  He stepped out of the shower, still deep inside of her, and tossed Faith on the bed. Connor dove after her, eating her out until she clawed at the bed. Then he pulled her up to him.

  “Open.” He slid his cock between her lips and she sucked on him, made him grunt and thread his hands in her hair. “I have to come.”

  She sucked him deeper, but he pulled out. “Spread your legs.”

  Thighs shaking, she moved to obey his dark order. He shoved himself inside of her, bracing his arms on either side of her head while he kissed her savagely.

  She took it all, wanting more and scared that he was giving up on her. Or worse, that he thought she was giving up on him. “I love you,” she whispered in his ear.

  His body shuddered. “Tell me again.”

  “I love you so much, Connor. I’ve loved you forever.” She widened her legs. “I’m yours. I want you at your worst, at your best... I want you forever.”

  “I’m going finish inside of you,” he said. It was a warning, but a vow, a promise. “I could get you pregnant.”

  She licked her lips. “I know.”

  “I want to get you pregnant.” His hazel eyes gleamed with a possessive light in them. “All my money can’t buy that from or for you.”

  “Yes... finish inside of me,” she said, knowing full well what she was agreeing to you.

  “Fuck.” He surged deeply, groaning her name as he came, hot spurts filling her as he raked his teeth against her throat. “You’re mine. I’ve marked you. You’re mine, Faith.”

  30

  CONNOR

  THE NEXT MORNING, HE kissed Faith awake, her slender arms going around him. “Don’t get up. I want you to sleep in, maybe check out the tub, and later order room service so you don’t get hangry. We’ll stay here for as long as you want.”

  Late last night, they’d driven to the airport and flew straight to New York City. There was no way in hell he would wait another day to confront his dad and brother, so he’d called a meeting on the way, ordering them to be there, or he’d hack into the main servers and cause them to crash.

  That had shown them, especially his older brother, just how determined he was to protect his wife.

  Despite the fact that he had to defend her, and the fact that they landed at an ungodly time and arrived at his apartment even later, he’d slept with her in his arms, more content than he’d ever been.

  It was... shocking, but it was also right. They made sense together. His life made sense when he was with her and he didn’t want to give that up.

  She blinked up at him, adorably confused. “What about—?”

  “You let me handle that.” He’d learned that his father and brother were here, at the New York offices. “I swear to you that you won’t have to worry about a thing. You have my word.”

  Her vibrant eyes filled with emotion. He knew she loved him. He could feel it in his soul, but he wanted to hear the words. “Tell me,” he commanded, yet he was the one completely out of control.

  “I love you.” There was no hesitation. No coyness.

  She wanted nothing from him, but him. The man. She shared what she thought were the worst parts of herself with him, without knowing that he’d always believe her above everyone else.

  Still, nothing had ever felt so good as hearing her say that she loved him... except saying it back to her.

  “I love you, too.”

  “Stay with me. Don’t go yet.” She stretched, the covers shifting and baring her breasts to him. She had love bites on them, right at the fullest part. There were two more on her inner thighs. “Please stay, Connor.”

  Desire surged hard. He tore off his clothes, found a condom and rolled it down his cock. “I want you on your hands and knees.”

  She rolled over, pushing at the covers until they no longer concealed her heart-shaped ass.

  He climbed onto the bed, positioning her until he had her perfectly posed in the air and with one smooth movement, he thrust inside her wet, willing pussy.

  “Connor,” she moaned.

  His eyes watered. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes.” She nodded, burying her head into the pillow, but then her thighs shook. She had to be exhausted and it was all his fault. Not that he would apologize for making love to his wife for most of the night.

  Gently, he pulled out and murmured. “On your back, sweetheart. I want to look at you.”

  “But I liked the other position... it was so nice,” she said on a dreamy sigh, now facing him. She was so damn gorgeous, all soft skin and curves to make a pinup model jealous. Best of all, she was confident like this and he’d like to think that he made it possible, or at least he put her at ease while turning her on.

  He stretched out on top of her, careful to keep his weight on his forearms. “I think we can do better than nice.” He repositioned his erection and slowly pushed inside, watching her face intently for any indication of discomfort. “Better?”

  She sighed. “My favorite position.”

  “For now.” He kissed her tenderly, using his body for her pleasure until she tightened around him and orgasmed so hard that it triggered his own.

  He came, growling her name, his hips thrusting endlessly into her tight heat. He could barely breathe, barely knew what time zone he was in, but what he felt at that moment confirmed what he’d known from the first time he saw her when they were kids.

  He loved Faith, loved her so much that it fucking terrified him.

  He brushed strands of dark hair out of her face, her eyes on his. “You look so serious,” she said.

  “I’m seriously goin
g to be late for my meeting.”

  She smiled. “Give them hell for me, then come back and share everything.”

  “Your command is my wish, Buttercup.”

  HIS FATHER AND BROTHER were waiting for him at the office. They weren’t shocked to see him, but they also didn’t look at him like that had in the past.

  As someone they had to humor.

  Or someone they were disappointed in.

  Connor threw the check on the table. “Faith says thanks, but no thanks. Also, who in the hell writes checks anymore?”

  “People who want to see what you throw those checks on a conference table in righteous anger, obviously,” their dad said, an amused smile taking up most his weathered face as he turned his attention to Drew. “I told you she wouldn’t go for it.”

  “I told you she wouldn’t either, but I maintained that she wouldn’t tell Connor that I visited her in order not to cause problems.”

  “While I told you both to stay the fuck out of my personal life,” Connor countered.

  William grinned, sliding his hand inside his jacket. He pulled out a familiar book and held it out to Connor. “I believe your bride is looking for this.”

  Connor’s mouth dropped as did his brother’s. “What. The. Hell.”

  “You had it the whole time?” Drew asked. “Didn’t expect that.”

  Their dad shrugged. “Happened to be here when it came in. I was feeling a little nostalgic, so I took it. Riveting stuff.”

  “Would have been nice if you’d told Faith,” Connor said. “She’s been worried about getting fired for the past week now.”

  “She doesn’t have to worry about that anymore.”

  Connor placed his palms on the edge of the table and leaned in. “Because she’s not fired.”

  “Would have been nice to have gotten an invitation to the wedding,” William said, he held his hand to the side of his face and lowered his voice like he had a secret to share. “I would have given it to her there as a wedding present.”

  Connor looked at his brother. “Did he pull this shit with you when you were dealing with Hannah?”