The Billionaire Affair

by Parker, Ali

  “That’s the problem,” I mumbled, then attempted a playful grin. “Let me run to the bathroom for a minute. I’ll be so easy tonight because of your silver tongue, I’ll take my own clothes off.”

  His mouth quirked up into a devilish grin and for a second, I thought I was going to get away with it. Until he sat back and reached for the hem of my shirt. “I’ll take you naked any way I can get it, but I prefer getting you there myself. It’s like unwrapping the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

  “What if the wrapping paper is really plain. Practical instead of being say, birthday or Christmas themed?”

  His eyes narrowed, a soft groan escaping from the back of his throat. “Please tell me that’s not what this is about.”

  “I wasn’t planning on giving anyone this gift tonight,” I admitted, wishing he would just kiss me again or let me up so I could go destroy the cotton granny panties and comfortable, faded T-shirt bra I was wearing.

  Why did it never happen like this in books or movies? Except for that one movie, of course. The girl never got caught in anything that wasn’t lacy and sexy. Note to self: From now on, only wear the comfortable stuff to the gym.

  Jeremiah tugged at my shirt, urging me to raise my upper body so he could pull it off. When I hesitated, he brought his lips down to my neck. They traveled down slowly, leisurely as he punctuated his kisses with husky words.

  “Let’s get this straight. You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met, and you would be even if you were wearing a burlap sack.”

  My resolve melted against his words, his hot kisses. Even if color-wise, he wasn’t that far off with the burlap sack thing. Undeterred by my lack of verbal response, he kept kissing a path down between my breasts and pulled down on my shirt to free my flesh.

  His eyes became even hungrier, wilder when he did the same to the other. With both breasts exposed, he trailed two fingers around the curve of each and left goosebumps in his wake. “You are exquisite. You’re literally my fantasy in the flesh. I love lingerie as much as the next guy, but this is real. It’s life. I don’t need you to be wearing silk and lace to want you. I want you all the damn time.” He reached for my hand, and when I gave it to him, he brought it down between us and placed it over his erection. “Feel how much I want you, how much I need you.”

  I squeezed his cock, hard as a steel rod. A whimper tumbled from my lips. Burlap sack aside, I wanted that inside me as much as he did. “I need you too.”

  Raising my tank with his fingers, he silently asked for permission, and I gave it to him by lifting my torso. He pulled the shirt clean off and deftly unhooked my bra next, dropping it without sparing it a second glance.

  My blood heated when I heard him take a sharp breath as soon as I was fully bared to him. Never in my life did I think I would feel so wanted, so brazenly sexual than when I was with him. My back arched, my puckered flesh begging for his attention.

  Jeremiah obliged eagerly, sucking one nipple into his feverishly hot mouth while sliding the pad of his thumb over the other. I cried out in relief and desperation for him to keep touching me. “Please, Jer.”

  “Getting there, angel. I’m not rushing anything tonight.” He spoke against my chest and went back to it, never stopping until I wondered if I would be able to come from just his attention to my nipples.

  My hips thrashed against him, grinding until I was frenzied and hanging on by a thread. I was getting so close I could almost taste the euphoria on the tip of my tongue. Planting my hands on his shoulders as I sought my release, I cried out when he lifted his lower body up and out of my reach. “Jeremiah!”

  “Sshh Steph, I know. I won’t leave you hanging.” It sure as hell felt like he was doing just that. His hands slid down my sides, and soon after, my jeans hit the floor. My soaked granny panties along with them.

  Putting a firm hand on my calf, he lifted it and placed it on the backrest of the couch while my other foot was down on the floor. My legs were wide open with Jeremiah sitting between them, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

  Being in a physically vulnerable position didn’t feel like as big of a deal after the emotional risks I took earlier by telling him how I felt when I had no clue if it was the same for him. Plus, the low growl when he knelt between my legs and the way he was looking at me with almost that same expression of tortured ecstasy I’d seen when he came made every last hint of self-consciousness flee from my mind.

  “So fucking beautiful, and so wet for me,” he mumbled, almost as if to himself. Then he looked up at me as one hand settled on my hip and the other inched its way up my thigh. “Don’t hold anything back, angel. I want it all.”

  He flashed me a tight grin and tucked into me like a toddler devouring candy at a birthday party. First one finger and then another plunged into me while his tongue worked its magic on my slit. Almost instantly, I was back on that edge where I knew bliss was right around the bend.

  I wanted the pleasurable sensations to last longer, but I couldn’t have held back if I tried. Since he’d asked me not to, I didn’t try. Instead, I hooked one arm above my head and gripped the sides of the couch so hard the metal might have my fingerprints melted into it by the time this was done. I opened myself up to enjoy every little thing he was doing instead of getting stuck in my head about how I had to hold out.

  Within seconds, I was rolling my hips against his mouth with wild abandon and screaming out his name. Just at the right moment, he twisted his fingers to rub me deep inside and sucked my aching clit into his mouth.

  Pleasure crashed into me like a freight train, running away with me as Jeremiah licked me through what had to be the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had. When I started coming down, I tried to sit up, but he pushed me back down gently. “I’m not done here.”

  “No, Jeremiah. I can’t, let’s—”

  His hand traveled up the length of my body so he could place his thumb over my mouth. “Yes, you can. Let me show you.”

  As it turned out, Jeremiah was right. I could, and I did. Feeling boneless, I collapsed onto the couch after the second orgasm ripped like lightning through my body.

  “Let’s get you to bed,” Jeremiah said, collecting me in his arms. “You okay with staying over?”

  I nodded, letting my head rest against his chest as he carried me to his bedroom. I felt bad for his back, but he wouldn’t hear anything about it.

  After laying me down on his monstrous bed, Jeremiah tucked me under the sheets and went to get the lights before climbing in next to me. As soon as he lay down, he gathered me in his arms and held me.

  His breathing was labored, his cock still rock hard in the crook of my back. I turned in his arms and reached down, my hand smoothly gliding down his washboard abs and between the delicious lines formed by his hips as I sought out my target.

  Hot and hard as granite in my hand, I squeezed his tip and felt a surge a power running through me when he made a low sound. His hooded eyes burned into mine. “You don’t have to do this, Steph. We can just sleep, ignore it.”

  “Fat chance,” I whispered, rolling his pants off his hips and pushing them away from his feet with mine. “I want this too, Jer. I want your pleasure as much as you wanted mine.”

  In the soft, ambient light in his bedroom, I saw his eyes widen. What felt like less than a heartbeat later, he’d lifted me on top of him and pulled off his shirt. “In that case, I’m all about giving you what you want.”

  I smiled, pushing my knees into the mattress as I rose and hovered with his tip at my entrance. “I’m clean, and I’m on the pill now.”

  Nostrils flaring when he caught on to what I was saying, he nodded. “I get tested with Tanner every season when they go through their panels. I’m clean too.”

  Leaning down to kiss him deeply, I lowered myself onto him. Feeling him inside me with no barrier in the way was exquisite, unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

  He let out a loud, masculine groan and brought his hands to my hips, thrusting in time with m
y movements. After he spoiled me with those two intense orgasms on the couch, I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel.

  I soon realized he had no intentions of leaving me behind and didn’t try to convince him. We moved together, climbed together and finally, came together. Hard.

  I collapsed onto his chest, breathless and boneless and sated beyond belief. My eyes were closed, and I was on the brink of falling asleep. There was one more thing I needed to know before I could call it a day. “Are we going to work tomorrow?”

  “No,” he answered lazily, his voice thick and sleepy. “We’ll go in again on Monday. Sleep now, angel. Don’t worry about a thing.”

  Happy with his answer, I fell asleep with a man still inside me for the first time in my life. And as long as it with Jeremiah, hopefully not for the last.

  Chapter 60

  JEREMIAH

  Enveloped in warmth and softness, I blinked open my eyes to find sunlight streaming in through my bedroom windows. From the looks of things, I guessed it was around eight in the morning.

  Naked in bed with Stephanie though, I couldn’t care less about waking up. We were still tangled together, our limbs entwined and her head resting on my chest. I tightened my grip on her, wondering if it would be possible to stay like this until Monday.

  Ordering in food and taking bathroom breaks aside, I decided it was probably the best idea I’d ever come up with. Sleeping next to Stephanie was the best sleep I’d had in a long time, which begged the question of why I was awake.

  Bending my neck to nuzzle her hair and fall back asleep, I jerked involuntarily when my phone started buzzing on the nightstand. Fuck that was what woke me up.

  Whoever it was could wait. This was my first morning waking up with a girlfriend in my bed, and I was going to savor her. Spoil her. Not wake her up with whatever shit storm was brewing in my life right now.

  The phone wouldn’t stop buzzing though. Stephanie stirred and I silently cursed the caller, realizing I was going to have to extricate myself from her and silence the vibrations if I didn’t want her to wake up.

  My arm shot out, and my hand closed over my phone. I squinted at it with one eye, only to see enough to silence it when Neil’s name appeared on my screen. Along with a notification informing me I had seven missed calls from him already.

  Neil wasn’t a premature caller, nor did he call repeatedly unless something was seriously wrong. Resigning myself to taking just this one call, I silenced the vibrations and slowly slid off the bed, jumping into my pajama pants after making sure Stephanie was still asleep.

  She rolled over on her side but burrowed her head into her pillow with a small smile on her full lips. Thank god, my phone hadn’t woken her up.

  I padded out of the room and went to the kitchen to grab some coffee from my machine, hitting the green button when Neil called. Again. Without so much as giving me time to return his call.

  “What’s got your panties in a bunch?” I asked him, already dreading his answer. Williams Inc., my father, work. None of it was my priority this morning. Dad already thought I was unfocused and immature, so let him be right for once.

  Stephanie was my priority right now. Monday would be back to reality, with the tiny alteration of having my girlfriend in the office next to me, but we would deal with all that soon enough.

  Just today, I wanted this bubble of private happiness we were in. Just one goddamn day.

  Apparently, my silent pleas fell on deaf ears. Neil sounded so stressed I could feel it coming off him in waves even separated by as many miles as we were. “Jeremiah. I was starting to wonder if I should send out another search party.”

  “Haha,” I said dryly. “No such luck, I’m afraid. Just being a selfish, immature class-A idiot blowing off his responsibilities as usual.”

  Neil hesitated. “Have you spoken to your father this morning?”

  “I haven’t. Why?”

  “Just a question,” he snapped, sounding flustered. In as long as I’d known Neil, and he was half the reason either Jack or I made it through high school or college, I knew him well enough to know he didn’t get flustered easily.

  “What’s wrong?” My voice was flat. Unenthusiastic. I really wasn’t in the mood to deal with what was obviously a work-related problem. Neil wasn’t one to call about personal issues, especially not eight times before I’d had my first cup of coffee.

  He ignored my question. “Your father’s in the office, and he’s in a foul mood.”

  “Thanks for the heads up, but why are you calling me to tell me about something that happens pretty much every day?”

  “He’s in a foul mood, Jer. Not a bad mood, not an ‘I lost at golf’ one, a legit terrible mood. I wanted to warn you not to come into the office today.” Sighing, he took a deep breath. “I don’t know if you were planning on it. I know you said you were taking a couple of days off. I just thought I should warn you in case you changed your mind. He’s on the warpath, and you don’t want to be here for it.”

  I poured my coffee and fixed a cup for Steph, sighing as I cocked my hip against the counter and got my first hit of the heavenly caffeine. “Call me if you need anything like, you know, a cleanup crew for the bodies he leaves behind.”

  Neil chuckled humorlessly before I heard a racket in the background. “I have to go, but I’ll call you later to keep you updated on what’s going on.”

  “Thanks, bud. You’re a lifesaver. Maybe literally.” My father could be a terror in the office when he wanted to be or when he felt hard done by, as he obviously did by me. Without a doubt, I knew he would’ve torn into me if I showed up there.

  I would’ve been able to take it though. Much as I hated it, I did know how to deal with him when he started marching down the warpath. Others, however... “If you need anything at all, let me know. He needs to learn he can’t treat people however he damn pleases.”

  “I don’t think today’s the day to have that conversation with him,” Neil said over my father’s voice booming something about incompetence on his end of the line. He lowered his voice to add, “Jer, I don’t have a good feeling about this. That’s why I thought I would warn you.”

  A pit formed in the bottom of my stomach. Neil’s instincts were great. It was one of the reasons he was my father’s right-hand man at such a young age.

  Determination grew like a lit flare inside me. I would take the next few days off as planned, but when I got back to the office things were going to change. I was going to change them. “We’ll go to bat for whatever he pitches. We can take it. I’ll speak to you later.”

  Neil didn’t sound convinced by my plan, but he agreed before we hung up. I sipped my coffee, wondering what was up with the old man now and what havoc he was causing because of it.

  Absently, I started pulling out a pan to make breakfast and chopping up some fruit. I couldn’t cook for shit, but I wanted to make Stephanie breakfast and thought I could manage the basics.

  Cooking was supposed to be therapeutic for some, I’d heard. I was surprised to find that just chopping up fruit and other simple things calmed me after my conversation with Neil, focused my mind. People might be onto something with this cooking thing.

  Stephanie walked into the kitchen when I was almost done, looking edible herself in my T-shirt from the night before and pretty much nothing else. Her nipples strained against the fabric, and since the shirt was white, I could just make out the outline of those buds I couldn’t stop teasing.

  I stalked toward her, pushing Neil and Williams Inc. out of my mind. I wasn’t going to tell Stephanie about the call because she would only be worried and that was the last thing I wanted her to be this morning.

  “Good morning,” I said as I wrapped my arms around her, dipping my head immediately to nuzzle her neck.

  I felt her shiver in my arms, melting against my chest. I loved the way she reacted to me. She brushed a kiss to the side of my jaw. “Good morning.”

  With her in my arms, smelling like sleep an
d lust and me, her nipples hard against my chest and her soft body pressed up against me, I lost my appetite for food and decided I wanted her for breakfast instead.

  She laughed when she felt my hand travel up her side to cup one of her heavy breasts and pushed me away with a hand to my chest, shaking her head. “No can do, Jer. I need to be fed first. I’m not one of those women who pretends she never gets hungry.”

  Taking a deep breath, I stepped away from her and dragged my hand over my face, turning to grab her coffee so I could adjust myself without having her see. “I know, that’s one of the many reasons why you’re my girlfriend.”

  She arched a brow. “Because I eat? Everyone eats, some just don’t like to admit that they do.”

  “Not because you eat, because you’re real. You don’t pretend to be anyone or anything you’re not.”

  “There goes that silver tongue again.” She walked to the island where I chopped the fruit and snagged a strawberry from the pile, popping it into her mouth. “Wow, that’s good. So sweet.”

  “I can’t make anything fancy, but there’s yogurt in the fridge, and I think I can manage eggs,” I said, crossing to the stove.

  She came up behind me, putting her arms around my waist and pressing a soft kiss between my shoulder blades. “Let me make the eggs. I could even make omelets if you want. I’ve learned a thing or two from Tiana.”

  “I’ll get back to the fruit salad.” We fell into an easy routine. Steph pulled ingredients from my fridge I didn’t know were in there and made fluffy, delicious omelets.

  We devoured my fruit salad and had more coffee. When we were done with breakfast, we cleaned up as a team who’d been doing it together for years. Then she told me she wanted to help me with the rest of the apartment.

  She asked about my sound system and put on some god awful pop music to listen to while we cleaned up. I would’ve argued about her choices, but then she started dancing along to tunes she obviously knew, and I let it go. It made her happy, and it had the added bonus of giving me a great view of her moving her hips around. Couldn’t argue with that.