The Billionaire's Game: The Billionaire's Obsession ~ Kade

by J. S. Scott

  She’d started working out with him every morning, always in awe when he continued to pump weights after he was done with his cardio. Although she did a lot of walking, she was a wimp next to him, doing her time on the treadmill and the bike, completely exhausted when she was done. She finished, huffing and puffing, before Kade had even broken a sweat.

  Stopping to stretch her back, Asha sighed as she stared at Kade’s bedroom wall. After finishing the painting of a leopard in a rain forest on his den wall, she’d moved up to the master bedroom, still contemplating exactly what would fit here. There was nothing really intimate about his bedroom. It was a minimalist type of room, just like the rest of the house, and it lacked color.

  She smiled as she remembered Kade telling her to paint every wall in the house, and his grimace as she’d told him that doing every wall was overkill. He could use some accent and color, maybe one wall in most rooms, but he didn’t need every wall painted. Unhappy with her answer, he’d grumbled, but he hadn’t mentioned it again.

  He lets me be free to use my talent. He trusts me with his home.

  Kade valued her opinion and he listened to her when she had an idea. He made her feel…important, and she carried that emotion close to her heart. No one had ever made her feel appreciated or valued, and Kade was slowly showing her that she had worth, that she was worthy of far more than she’d experienced in the past.

  “Asha?” A deep baritone sounded near the door, startling her, and pulling her abruptly from her wandering thoughts.

  Her eyes flew to him, and her breath caught as she saw Kade standing in the doorway with an amused grin.

  Her hand to her chest, she said, “Sorry. I was thinking.”

  Looking incredibly handsome in the suit and tie he’d worn to the office, her heart lifted at the sight of him, still managing to be uniquely Kade by wearing a colorful maroon shirt and a tie with very ornate cornucopia for the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday. On Kade, it looked nothing less than masculine and splendid, an image that always made her heart smile. He had his own style, and he was completely comfortable with it. It was one of the sexiest things she’d ever seen.

  “What were you thinking about?” he asked curiously, shedding the jacket of his suit and tossing it on the chair.

  You. What else do I seem to always be thinking about these days?

  “Your wall,” she answered hastily, turning her eyes back to the wall she had been contemplating. She was way too preoccupied with Kade, and she needed to get him out of her brain. He was a client, and maybe a friend. But she couldn’t think of him as anything more than that. “Did Travis like your new image?” she asked curiously, wondering what his twin had thought of Kade’s bright shirt and tie.

  Kade let out a bark of laughter as he undid the knot on the tie around his neck. “No. He said the tie and shirt weren’t really a step up from my shirt with the dancing hotdogs that I wear to the office occasionally.” He yanked the tie from around his neck and tossed it on top of his suit jacket. “How did I end up with a brother with no sense of style?” Kade asked mournfully. “Nothing but dark suits and ties. He looks like a funeral director. The only one who saves him from being completely morbid is his secretary, Ally, who he still insists on calling Alison even though she hates it. Or if she’s really annoying him, she’s Ms. Caldwell.”

  Asha laughed. “And what is she mostly?” She’d met Travis just the day before, and although he was cordial, he was rather intimidating. It was almost difficult to believe he and Kade were brothers, much less twins. The two of them were incredibly different.

  “Ms. Caldwell. She’s almost always in trouble with Travis,” Kade answered wickedly. “But she challenges him. She’s good for him. I think she’s one of the few people in the office who isn’t terrified of him.”

  “I’m surprised he hasn’t fired her.” Asha picked up Kade’s tie and jacket, ready to put them in the dry-cleaning pile in the laundry room.

  “I think he secretly likes her, in an antagonistic kind of way. And she’s damn good at her job. Travis knows things at the office would descend into total chaos without her,” Kade mused, sitting down on the bed to pull off his shoes. “Put those back or I’ll put you over my knee,” Kade growled. “You aren’t my servant. I’ll take care of them…eventually.”

  Asha’s eyes shot to Kade’s face. He was completely serious, and he wasn’t happy. Flustered, she tried to think of how to explain that sometimes she liked to do things for him. “I was just—”

  “I’ll give you three seconds to put them back,” he said with deadly calm.

  “Kade, I don’t mind—”

  “One.” His voice was serene, but laced with warning.

  Oh, how Asha wanted to argue. She didn’t fear Kade, and she wanted to help him once in a while. He’d done so much for her. She didn’t feel like she had to clean up after him. It was so different when she actually was doing something for someone who appreciated her. She wanted to help him, and she liked touching and smelling anything that belonged to him. His scent was so intoxicating, so masculine.

  “Two.” The warning note in his voice was more pronounced. He dropped the other shoe and his eyes roved over her bare legs, exposed in a pair of old jeans that she had cut off to wear to work around the house. His eyes slowly moved upward, his gaze caressing her breasts and the nipples that were beginning to pebble with excitement beneath her old red tank top.

  “What if I want to do it? What if I do it just because I love to handle your clothes because they smell like you?” she answered in a breathless rush, knowing they were in a struggle that was about so much more than just her waiting on him. She was actually calling his bluff, daring him to touch her. He’d been remote, careful…and she wanted to see his eyes torrid with passion again, the way they had been when he’d taken her to paradise in the kitchen with his mouth and fingers. The hand holding his jacket and tie were trembling, but she didn’t move. Heat pooled between her thighs, and her nipples were as hard as diamonds. She stood there, waiting.

  “Three,” he growled, springing off the bed and wrapping a corded, muscular arm around her waist. Plucking the jacket and tie out of her hands, he tossed them on the floor and pulled her down on the bed, where she lay sprawled on top of his brawny, ripped body.

  Asha struggled to breathe, the feel of his hot, taut, hard muscle beneath her making her heart stutter and rendering her completely breathless. Pushing back the curtain of hair that had tumbled down from its confining clip and into her face, she looked at him, shocked. His arm was still clamped around her waist, holding her prisoner on top of him. And his eyes were like pools of deep blue fire.

  “I’m sorry. You don’t understand,” she said tremulously.

  Kade removed the clip that was now hanging from her hair carefully and tossed it to the floor. “You can’t say shit like that and not expect me to respond,” Kade said huskily, spearing his fingers into her hair. “If you like the way I smell, handle the real thing,” he demanded. “Touch me, Asha, before I lose my mind. Fuck the clothes; I need your hands on me more.”

  It was a command she didn’t want to and couldn’t resist. Her trembling fingers started working the buttons on his shirt, desperate to find his warm, bare skin. She fumbled, unable to look away from his intent expression. Having him need her, if only for a little while, was intoxicating and potent. No man had ever looked at her the way Kade was, and her body was answering his beckoning pheromones, the need to have him inside her almost painful.

  “I’m not sure how you want to be touched,” she said nervously, her fingers itching to feel his hot skin.

  Kade groaned as she pulled his shirt open and tentatively placed her palms on his muscled chest. “It doesn’t matter. Any way you want.”

  Asha moved to straddle his body and wriggled down further, her smoldering core cradling his engorged cock. His skin was fiery and smooth beneath her fingertips, and s
he feathered her hands over his chest, hesitantly at first, sighing at the feel of all his leashed strength and power beneath her.

  Suddenly, it didn’t matter that she shouldn’t be doing this or that she was only here for a job. It might be a mistake to get too attached to Kade, but the fiery need that seethed between them couldn’t be denied any longer. Just once, Asha wanted to feel what it would be like to be needed, desired in the way she knew Kade wanted her.

  “These are beautiful.” Her fingers stroked over the tattoo of a colorful phoenix rising from fire on the right side of his chest. After she finished tracing the fierce phoenix, she moved to the other side of his chest to stroke over the rendering of a dragon, predominantly black, but with red, orange, and dark blue intermingled in the scales. There was a fiery football gripped in his ragged teeth. “I suppose this one was a reminder to win your games?”

  “The guys all called me ‘The Dragon’ because I always wore my lucky dragon shirt on game days,” he replied raggedly. “Some bastard stole it from the locker room, so I got a permanent tat because I didn’t have my shirt anymore.”

  Asha moved her fingers back over the phoenix. It reminded of her of her butterfly, only his creature was soaring with its wings fully spread, straight out of the fire licking at its long, feathered tail. “And this one?”

  “Travis has it, too. We were together and drinking one night and decided to get it during the scandal of the death of our parents. It’s the only time I’ve actually seen Travis drunk. We swore we’d rise above being the crazy Harrison family.”

  “You did,” Asha answered quietly, admiring Kade’s ferocity to overcome his past. It made her all the more determined to become independent and strong. Mia, Kade, and Travis might still have some remnants that haunted them from their childhood, but they’d all risen like the fiery phoenix on Kade’s chest.

  Kade groaned as Asha started to move lower, tracing the happy trail of light hair that ran from his navel to the top of his pants. His body was sculpted so beautifully, and the tattoos just added to his masculine aura.

  Fire licked at her entire body, demanding that she have this man, and she was tired of denying herself.

  Her mind made up, she rolled to his side and pulled the tank top over her head. She was braless and it only took her a moment to wriggle out of her shorts and panties, dropping them to the floor. Finally, she turned to look at Kade, meeting his eyes with a courage she didn’t know she had. “I want you inside me. Will you do it?”

  Kade gaped at her, his gaze skimming over her nude body before his eyes collided with hers. “You just got naked, and now you’re asking me that question?”

  “Well…will you?” she asked, a little more uncomfortable now with her assumption that he would.

  “Sweetheart, being inside you is the subject of most of my fantasies,” Kade answered hoarsely, rising to his feet by the side of the bed, his hungry eyes never leaving hers.

  “Only most of them?” she asked nervously as he yanked off his shirt and let it fall on top of the growing pile of discarded clothing.

  He shot her a wicked grin as he shed his pants. “It’s one of the highlights, but it’s not the only thing I’ve dreamed about doing.”

  “What else is there?” Asha asked, confused, laying down on her back and parting her legs. “I’m ready,” she told him anxiously, her breath catching as Kade kicked off his boxers and stood next to the bed completely nude. “Oh, God. You’re hotter than I ever imagined,” she blurted out as her gaze caressed every sculpted muscle, every perfect curve of his body. Her pussy flooded with heat as she saw his enormous cock bouncing off rock-hard abs. “And you’re…big.”

  He put one knee on the bed. “What are you doing?” he asked huskily.

  “I said I was ready,” she answered, her body pulsating with need as she looked at him. “I’m ready for you to be inside me.”

  “No you aren’t,” he answered in a slow drawl. “But you will be.”

  “I’m ready,” she insisted, wondering what he was waiting for, and wishing he’d get on with it. She was beyond ready to be joined to him, and she’d never felt this need for any man before.

  Kade let out a strangled sound, a cross between a groan and laugh, and pulled her up on her knees, one powerful arm around her waist. “You’re so innocent,” he growled, spearing his hands in her hair and pulling her upper body flush with his. “Baby, you don’t need to just assume the position and have it over with in moments.”

  Asha trembled as his powerful body made complete contact with her smaller form, engulfing her in heat. “I’m not that innocent. I was married for seven years,” she huffed.

  “Yeah. And I need you to forget whatever it is you did when you were married and just feel. Can you do that?” His hot mouth trailed down the sensitive skin at the side of her neck, making her shiver.

  “Yes,” she whispered longingly. Obviously, there was so much more to learn about being with a man than she had discovered in her marriage. “Tell me what you want, Kade.” She wasn’t sure how to please him, but she wanted to so very much.

  “I just want you,” Kade answered hotly, his hand stroking down her back and cupping her ass. He brought her needy core against his cock with a groan.

  Asha couldn’t wait any longer. She threaded her fingers through his hair and greedily pulled his mouth to hers, letting instinct and the strange connection she felt with him take over completely. Kade responded immediately, his lips fusing with hers, his hands moving to hold her head in place while he ravaged her mouth, taking charge immediately. He didn’t stop with one kiss. The first impassioned embrace lead to another, and then another, neither one being able to get enough of the other. The banked flames between them had finally been fanned, and they were caught in a raging inferno that neither one of them could subdue.

  She ended up sprawled on her back again. Their limbs tangled as their mouths stayed fused together. Kade cupped her breasts, teasing the hard, sensitive nipples, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her pussy.

  Pulling his lips from hers, he rasped, “Tell me that you want this as much as I do, Asha.”

  “I do,” she moaned, her body writhing beneath his, her hips rising in a silent plea. “I need you.”

  His mouth came down on one of her nipples, his teeth nipping, his tongue stroking. Asha panted, her body completely unused to this kind or this level of arousal. “I didn’t know it could feel like this,” she whispered to herself.

  Kade heard her. Lifting his head, he laved his tongue in the valley between her breasts before he said harshly, “We’re just starting, so you’ll be feeling a whole lot more before long.” His fingers pinched her nipples lightly, his tongue following the sting of pain. “Your breasts are perfect.”

  “Small,” Asha answered in a breathless voice.

  “Just right,” Kade argued, cupping them in his hands. “Your nipples remind me of rich, milk chocolate. Did I ever tell you how addicted I am to chocolate?”

  It was a question that wasn’t meant to be answered, and Asha wasn’t able to speak as Kade drew each nipple into his mouth, one after the other, sucking and stroking with his mouth and tongue. He seemed to know just how to touch them, how to make her absolutely crazy. No one had ever worshipped her breasts, and that was exactly what Kade was doing, making her lose every insecurity she’d ever had about her not being particularly abundant. Obviously, he found them alluring, and that was all that mattered to her at the moment.

  She whimpered as Kade moved lower, his mouth and tongue tasting the skin of her belly. His hands caressed her legs before gripping them securely and opening her to him. Asha felt the air hit the sensitive flesh between her thighs as Kade moved, going lower, one of his large hands sliding up her thigh and using his fingers to penetrate the already saturated folds of her pussy.

  Asha knew she should have been mortified. Kade’s head was directly betw
een her thighs, his fingers delving into her pussy, but she felt nothing but a clenching in her gut, a need so volatile that she raised her hips, begging for something more. “Please, Kade.” Her voice was desperate, tortured. She’d never felt this way before, never had a man pleasure her in this way, and it was akin to both torture and ecstasy. How was it that she was twenty-seven years old and had never felt this kind of arousal? Asha felt as if this was her sexual awakening. What had once been a duty was now a pleasure beyond her comprehension.

  This is what I missed. This is what I always yearned for, but never knew exactly what was missing.

  “Please what?” Kade asked in a low, aroused voice. “Voice it out loud. Tell me what you need.”

  “Touch me harder. Touch me there,” Asha told him desperately, surprised that she could actually ask for what she wanted. But with Kade, she knew she could. It wasn’t dark, there was no shame, and he was making her feel wanted, needed and so very feminine.

  His fingers moved, one tip flicking across her clit. “Like that?” he asked in a muffled voice, his tongue stroking the crease between her thigh and her pussy.

  “Yes. But harder,” she begged, not recognizing her own needy voice.

  “I’m going down on you, Asha. I have to taste your orgasm when you come,” Kade said harshly, right before his tongue and mouth started to devour her.

  Asha’s ass came completely off the bed, and Kade slipped his hands beneath it, cupping it to draw her harder against his mouth, groaning into her pussy as he used his lips and mouth to make her completely lose control. “Kade. I can’t—” She wanted to tell him she couldn’t breathe, but it wasn’t true. She was panting, a moan escaping as she stopped fighting the ecstasy of what he was doing to her and let herself just…feel, exactly the way he had asked her to do. Her hands gripped his head, desperate for release. “Please,” she pleaded.