The Billionaire's Seduction (Billionaire Bodyguards Book 5)

by Avalon,Kristi

  He smiled.

  Just that. A smile. No expectation. No pre-calculation or expectation.

  No nothing.

  Except whatever she wanted to do with him.

  As her eyes glittered with a spark of lust, and she realized he’d allowed her to take control, she became a vixen. She owned her sexuality. She mounted him.

  While his cock waited for her sheath to come down over him in the ultimate claiming, she teased him. She dragged her soft body over his, hard muscle meeting with silky smoothness.

  Unexpected, yes. Welcomed, yes. Did he want her to stop? Hell the fuck no.

  He fought the urge to throw her back to the mattress, thrust inside her, and fuck her until the headboard broke—like he’d promised.

  But this…this sweet torture…was beyond anything he’d ever experienced.

  Goddamn, she had no idea the power she held over him, as her lips and tongue teased the head of his cock. His shaft. His balls.

  Sitting back, adoring everything about her exploration, he was a willing prisoner.

  Until she gave him release, he’d be her enthusiastic captive.

  Forever.

  Except, he wasn’t ready to give up so easily. She’d taken him to new heights, with her mouth, but he wanted to take her further, deeper, to a place even more fulfilled.

  Not his job—his duty. To her.

  Pulling out of her mouth, he rose up and pushed her down to the mattress beneath him. “You’re amazing, baby. You make me feel so good. But this isn’t about me.”

  At his suggestion, she sucked in a breath.

  Arms outstretched above her, his tight muscles gorgeous and bulging, he said, “This is about you.” He nudged his clothed, hard cock against her. “My job is to make you feel good.”

  He lowered his head to hers, and slid his tongue inside her mouth.

  Their tongues curled, before he drove deeper, again and again. As if trying to capture her deepest secrets at the back of her throat.

  She moaned. She couldn’t help it.

  The reverberation contained her vulnerability. She’d just offered him her acceptance. Her sacrifice. Herself.

  “I’ll take care of you,” he whispered, as he slid deep inside her.

  The moment he penetrated her, she felt fulfilled. The further he delved, the more emotion sprang to the surface.

  She turned her face to the side, to hide the teardrop that soaked into the pillow.

  “Look at me,” he said, buried deep inside her.

  “I can’t.” Another tear followed the first, leaking out of the corner of her eyelid, no matter how hard she tried to remain detached, unfeeling.

  “Look. At. Me.”

  When she finally did, he cupped her face in his hands. He kissed the tip of her nose. He kissed the space between her eyebrows. He kissed her temple, where the ridiculous tears had fallen.

  “Your emotion speaks to my heart. I won’t let you down, baby.”

  At his gorgeous words, a steady stream left the corner of her eyes. She didn’t believe him. How could she ever believe words over actions again?

  “I’ll prove myself to you,” he whispered. “Tonight. Let me prove myself.”

  She released a half-laugh. “My hips are around your waist. I don’t know what more invitation you need.”

  “I need you to look into my eyes.”

  She couldn’t. She just couldn’t do it. She hated that her eyes leaked into his hands cupping her face.

  “I’m not him.” His insistence on his separation from her ex was clear.

  Still, she had a hard time believing. Her broken heart hadn’t had enough time to recover. So she retaliated, based on her knowledge of him and her vulnerable state, “Aren’t you?”

  In that moment, Liam changed.

  He sprang up off her, to modify their positions. He shoved her onto the bed on all fours, her knees at the edge, and held her backside against his face.

  With abandon, he ate her out. He didn’t just stop with attention to her clit. Even after she came twice. He held her hips firm against his face, and made his mouth the provider of all exquisite sensation. Beyond anything she’d ever imagined.

  No one before him had ever done this. Made her the object of his sexual goal, his sexual desire. Left her head and her toes tingling.

  After he’d made her quake against his tongue, for the third time, she moved away. She couldn’t take anymore. Too much sensation. She held her hand over her crotch, demanding reprieve.

  “Liam, I can’t. You’re amazing. You’re…” She collapsed against the pillow at her back. “You’re too much.”

  “Then let me make you happy on a deeper level.”

  Confused, she asked, “Deeper level?”

  “Make you come. Internally.” He appeared almost disgusted. “Has no one ever done that for you?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know.”

  The searing look in his eyes told her all she needed to know. He’d provide that elusive knowledge. In a heartbeat.

  “Baby, let me make you feel good. Will you let me do that? Let me take you there?”

  She blushed. “If I knew where there was.”

  A shocking look stole into his eyes. It was the most bold, honest expression she’d ever seen from him.

  It wasn’t about teaching. It was about owning.

  At his look, her stomach swooped. She had the sense of being taken, in that moment.

  To where? To what? No answers.

  But it was powerful enough to let her know she’d never be the same again.

  “Sophia, I think I found the guy.” It wasn’t a lie, he had. The man on the other side of the bar, sipping sodas, had been watching them. Liam offered to buy the dude an alcoholic drink, and he’d refused. Definitely a man to look out for. She didn’t need to know that.

  “Oh, no. Really?”

  “I think the best defense is a good offence. Come here and kiss me.”

  “Are you sure?” She swayed, and he brought her into his arms.

  “Positive.” He held her face still in front of him. “Let me kiss you.”

  Breathless, she nodded.

  Taking her face in his hands, he leaned forward and caught that breath from her, inhaling her essence into him. He exhaled and pushed his tongue into her mouth.

  Where he thought he might meet resistance, she sank into him and complied. She lured him in by welcoming him with her tongue curling around his.

  Oh hell, no. She didn’t.

  She did.

  His body hit high alert.

  There was no backing down from this.

  He explored her mouth, a slow perusal. Like devouring the most extraordinary dessert, before he’d even had a taste. He needed to taste her. All of her.

  “You’re mine,” he growled, as he hauled her back to their shared suite.

  The instant the door locked behind him, he picked her up so she straddled his hips and shoved her against the nearest wall. He held his hand behind her head, to cushion the impact. It did nothing to cushion his intense need.

  Shoving her back against the wall again, he needed her so badly. He pinned her arms above her head. His cock throbbing against her. “Say you’re mine.”

  Between their mouths and tongues entwining, she said on an exhale, “I’m yours, Liam.”

  He lost control.

  Didn’t care. Didn’t heed any consequences.

  The woman who’d twisted him into a knot had just agreed to untie him.

  Against the wall, he dragged her dress up to her hips. He angled his knee upward, so he could slide his middle finger into her. She breathed against his neck, an exhale of encouragement.

  As he fingered her, he found her most intimate place. The one that she hadn’t found with any other guy, judging by how she reacted.

  Yeah, he wanted to fuck her against the wall. But she deserved better.

  “Come here, baby.”

  “Where do you want me?”

  Her words squeezed his c
hest. Is that all any man had offered her? Where he wanted her?

  “Where do you want me, baby?”

  She paused, for too long.

  “How about if I throw you down on this mattress and give you what no man has given you?”

  He did.

  Her breathlessness told him what he needed to know.

  “What is that?” she asked shyly, questioningly.

  “Oh, baby. Let me show you.”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Liam woke up hot—and hard. He tossed the white sheets off his body and reached for the gorgeous woman next to him, ready to pick up where they’d left off last night.

  Only, the space beside him was empty. The sheets were cold.

  A chill shot through him.

  He sat up in bed. “Sophia?”

  The bathroom door stood wide open, so she wasn’t showering. No room service carts perched near the doorway.

  Where the hell had she gone?

  Waking up without her next to him was its own hell. Realizing she wasn’t within shouting distance brought him to a lower level of fire and brimstone that scalded him.

  Worry and fury mingled in his half-awake brain.

  Yesterday, and again last night, he’d told her he suspected they were being watched, tracked. Why would she leave his side, if she knew danger lurked around the corner?

  Leaping out of bed, he shoved on his boxers and headed for the door. He was halfway down the hall before he realized he couldn’t be seen in public dressed like this. With a frustrated grunt, he returned to the room and threw on a pair of jeans, shirt be damned. He didn’t have time. He needed to find her, before their stalker did.

  Barefoot, he made it to the sidewalk before he finally laid eyes on his beauty, her gorgeous form like a mirage in the distance. She held two cups in her hands. She’d gone for coffee.

  The thoughtful action incensed him. No matter how sweet her intentions, she couldn’t just leave his side in a foreign country, with no protection.

  Damn it. While he wasn’t obsessive or controlling, he knew on an intrinsic level he couldn’t let her out of his sight, away from him for too long. She was too damned innocent to go out on her own. Hell, she’d probably given half her money away to street kids who came up begging for spare change. No doubt she gave it to them.

  Money wasn’t the issue. Her lack of recognizing danger, even when it stared her in the face, bothered him. For having grown up in Las Vegas, she still held a naiveté that made him not want to let her out of his presence for one second.

  He willed his muscles to uncoil their tension. His back was still up when she spotted him and sent him a blissfully unware smile.

  How did she not know that her absence would cause him panic? To the point of anger?

  Curling his fingers into his palms, he fought to gain composure. To settle his racing heartbeat.

  When she saw him several yards away, her face lit up with a smile. She was so innocent she didn’t even realize she’d done anything wrong. He checked his temper, checked his protectiveness, as far as that went. She couldn’t just up and leave him, without saying a word.

  As she approached, her copper eyes sparkling in the early morning sunlight, he wanted to be mad but couldn’t. She softened him like no one else.

  “Good morning,” she said cheerfully. She extended a coffee cup to him.

  He accepted it with a grip that could’ve crushed a conch shell.

  “I wanted to surprise you. Last night, one of the women I met talked about this great little coffee shop on the street around the corner from our resort. They use one-hundred-percent locally harvested crops. I thought I’d support the local economy—”

  Before she could finish, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her against him, a little too harshly. Hot coffee spilled from her cup onto her thumb. He instantly wiped it away before it burned her delicate skin. “You can’t leave my side in a foreign country. Someone could’ve spotted you, and sent word to Todd. What were you thinking?”

  Flinching at his harsh words, she twisted free of his grasp. Her eyes flashed. “I thought I was doing something nice, going to get local coffee. With my money, since I have so little of it left, and you’ve funded our entire trip.”

  “I know you think you’re being a sweetheart. And you are,” he added. “But this isn’t the place or the time to venture out alone, honey.” He set their cups on the wooden railing beside them and clasped her in his arms. He said into her ear, “We’re on surveillance. I know you doubt that, but have my instincts ever been wrong, since you’ve known me?”

  “No,” she said against his shoulder, in a small tone. He wasn’t trying to make her feel small. Or stupid, or naïve. Yet she was the last two descriptions, because she was the woman he adored, and it was his job—in emotion and description as her personal bodyguard—to protect her.

  If anything ever happened to her…

  He shuddered. “Just don’t leave me again, okay? No matter how nice your intentions. No matter how much you’re thinking of me…I’m thinking of you more, on a level you’re you aren’t used to. Does that make sense?”

  “I guess.”

  From her tone, he suspected she didn’t get it, didn’t understand the level of concern that haunted him from the moment they stepped off his private jet.

  Someone was out there, watching their every move. A stranger whose motive he hadn’t established, but needed to by the end of the day. He’d find out the man’s identity, and confront him on his shady business.

  Until then, she wasn’t safe unless he was by her side. “I’m not coming down on you, baby.” He shifted her in his embrace, lessening his clutch and enfolding her in his arms. “You were being thoughtful, and I adore that about you. You just have to be more aware of your surroundings, and how that might affect our purpose here, to track down Todd.”

  “Yeah, I get it,” she said, shrugging out of his arms. Which meant she didn’t get it, and saw his protectiveness as possessiveness.

  He recognized she was extremely independent, had been for years, and he needed to work with her on that level. Still, by bringing her with him on this trip, he’d effectively taken an oath to his company, to her, to her boss Alex Atlas, to protect her. He’d abide by that, no matter what she thought, even if he came across as overbearing. He’d take her distain over her getting hurt any day. Every day.

  Because she meant that much to him.

  He couldn’t tell her that now. Couldn’t reveal how much he cared about her, his emotions solidified last night when he’d made love to her. Or she’d pull away. It killed him that the one woman he wanted to give the world to refused to accept everything he wanted to offer—for now. He planned to convince her she could before their time on this island ended.

  For now…she was too-self-reliant, too-naïve Sophia, and keeping her safe was his primary objective. Finding the man tracking them was second. Finding Todd, third.

  Sliding his arm around her waist, he returned to seduction, the one language they shared without complications. “Thank you, baby, for getting us coffee.” He pressed a kiss to her temple and reached for the cup closest to him. He took a sip and pretended it hyped him up. No caffeine in the world compared to the rush when he tasted her lips. “Okay, your friend from last night could be right. This might be the best coffee I’ve ever had.”

  The glitter returned to her eyes, and he’d do or say just about anything to keep it there. “I told you.” She frowned. “I wouldn’t leave you for no reason, Liam. I just wanted to show you appreciation.”

  “I know, baby.” He kissed her other temple. “Now, I need you back in our room. Because I’m not even close to being done with you.”

  She sent him a saucy look. “Then, you plan to be done with me at some point?”

  “Nope. Not even close. You can’t get away from me that easily.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “You’d like to think you can, but I’m not about to let that happen.”

  Then he kissed her lips, plying her
with seduction, sliding his tongue into her mouth, staking his claim all over again. She melted, swayed, and he hugged her against him so tight he could’ve squeezed the life out of her.

  He stopped just short. Because life without her equaled a meaningless existence. Something else he couldn’t tell her, or, with her independent streak, she’d be gone.

  This woman required the most delicate balance he’d ever attempted. And he’d spent his life mastering people.

  Still, she was worth it. Worth all of his effort. Worth everything.

  Part II

  Part III

  On her behalf, Liam veered into professional mode. “Have you documented the locations and times of these photos?”

  Mouth twisting into a severe frown, as though Liam had doubted his professionalism, the PI gave a curt nod.

  Tapping the toes of his flip flops against the floor, Liam paused. “If I add onto the fee we agreed on, can you expend the time and manpower to track this guy’s movements, and report back with the specifics by tomorrow morning?”

  Surprised by Liam’s proposed delay, she blinked and stared at him with apprehension, wondering his reasoning behind this change in course. Weren’t the two of them supposed to do the follow-up leg work, follow Todd’s movements, strategize the best way to corner the master con artist, and then decide together how best to extract the information they needed?

  What had prompted him to go off script? Delegate one of his finest skillsets to a stranger, no matter how talented this investigator had proven?

  “I will do this. Additional payment up front,” the PI added.

  “Done.” Liam confirmed the new arrangement with a handshake, then pulled out his wallet. “My priority is my wife’s safety. I need this guy out of her life, after he gives her what she’s owed. Are we understood?”

  The PI gave a rough grunt. Sophia wrinkled her forehead. Was that a yes?

  Liam extracted two grand in Euros, she quickly calculated in her head, and stacked it on the desk. “Tomorrow morning, I expect full details. The address where he’s living. The places he frequents. The guy’s state of mind—if he’s looking over his shoulder or walking around without a care in the world. So we know how to approach him when we reach that point. You get me?”