“How dare you?” she whispered, her voice trembling with unshed tears.
“Oh, there’s nothing both of us wouldn’t dare,” he said, indicating the watch in his hands.
Her eyes lit on the now-hated piece of jewelry. “You got what you came for. Now take it and get out of here.”
“I also came to find out if you’re as delectable as I remember, Miss Talbot,” he said silkily.
“It’s Tariq,” she corrected unnecessarily. Of course he knew her surname. He wouldn’t have found her otherwise. “How did you find me?”
“The next time you decide to fleece some poor geezer you fucked out of his wits in some foreign country, you might want to remember that there’s such a thing called airport cameras.”
She swore and let fly with her fist again.
This time, he deftly caught her small palm in the air and hauled her against him, pulling her flush against his body.
Her breath whooshed out of her at the first contact of her soft, plaint body against his hard male frame and she stiffened defensively in his arms. His lips came down hard, punishingly, on hers, kissing her so brutally that tears stung her eyes.
Then he relaxed a little and softened his kiss. His tongue penetrated her mouth tenderly and tangled with hers in a wild, exotic dance. Sage moaned under the sensual onslaught he was weaving around her and her arms automatically wound around his neck, her hips already undulating in anticipation.
His large palms caressed around her back, down to stroke her ass, before gliding around to touch her breasts.
Deftly, he guided her back onto the cushions and his palm slowly began to massage her breasts.
Sage shut her eyes in ecstasy, drifting helplessly in the sensual web he had woven. She held onto him, moaning and groaning in his arms.
His hands slipped beneath the loose waistband of her shorts and he slowly inserted one finger into her wet, pulsing pussy. His eyes fastened on her face as his finger began to caress her, making her gasp and pulse in his arms. Sage groaned, her hips rising to meet his caresses as he drove her higher and higher; faster. Her hands clung to him, her eyes flying open in disbelief as she began to soar in a matter of seconds, her legs bucking as she came and came in waves of pulsating pleasure.
He made to rise, but she grabbed his arm and shamelessly pleaded, “No. I want you. I want to feel you inside me. Please.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. His fingers deftly unbuckled his belt and undid his fly. His huge, thrusting penis sprang free immediately, turgid with arousal.
“Are you sure?” he asked her one last time, ever the gentleman despite the roaring in his blood.
“Make love to me!” she ordered, almost wild with need of him.
Raven removed her shorts and panties in one deft move and positioned himself atop her, careful to bear most of his weight on his elbows. He entered her with one sure, swift stroke and Sage cried out with pleasure.
He groaned, pleased with the tight feel of her wet pussy around his hard dick. His hard masculine hands tenderly caressed her soft silken thighs as his moist tip sank to the core of her soft wetness. Then there was no more time for rational thoughts; he was moving, thrusting in and out of her repeatedly, his hips hammering away at her pussy as he drove them both closer and closer to the edge. His hands roughly kneaded her breasts, his dark eyes scanning every inch of her skin as he loved her so thoroughly that every cell in her body vibrated with need.
Sage cried out as pleasure rose higher in her and then she screamed his name, a low keening sound as she shattered in his arms. Raven watched her face, enjoying her pleasure. When she had finished, he increased his tempo, going faster and faster.
His dark eyes met and held hers, as he too began to buck and cum, spilling his seed straight into her waiting pussy.
When he was finished, he rolled away immediately and gasped, “We need to learn to use protection one of these days. There could be consequences.”
Sage shot him a wry look, battling with the urge to tell him that there were already consequences; she would say ‘consequence’, but seeing as the good doctor had confirmed that she was carrying twins, she didn’t think the singular appellation would work.
“Um, Raven? We should talk,” she began shyly, licking her lips as she struggled unselfconsciously to her feet. Somehow, Raven made her feel good about her body; he loved her breasts and he was crazy about her ass and hips and just about every part of her. She blushed anew as she recalled the way he had made wild, sultry love to her in that hotel room in Spain. She absolutely had to tell him about the babies, she decided as she watched him. Whatever else he might be, he would be a good father, she thought.
Raven buckled his pants and did up his zipper before he looked over at her, his eyes cold and lifeless. “There’s nothing to talk about, Sage. You gave me back my watch. Oh and don’t worry, I won’t be pressing charges for the theft,” he said.
“I didn’t” she began, intending to let him know she only took it to remember him by.
But he didn’t let her finish. His dark eyes flicked to the sofa where they had just made love and he said harshly, “I think this was payment enough. I won’t be pressing charges.”
And just like that, he spun on his heels and strode off with the causal unconcern of someone just leaving the beach.
As Sage watched him go, dry-eyed, inside her, what was left of her heart quietly died as all the love she felt for him hardened inexorably into hatred.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Raven flung an arm over his eyes, cursing beneath his breath as the telephone on the bedside table rang repeatedly. Since last night, he had been in a foul temper; he had called himself ten kinds of fool. He didn’t want to admit it to himself but he loved Sage, which was why her betrayal had hurt so much.
But that had been nothing compared to how he’d felt when he had seen the hurt on her pretty face when she had realized he had only made love to her out of vengeance. That was what he told himself, but a part of him knew he had made love to her because he wanted no, he needed to have that memory with him for the rest of his life. She was like a virus in his blood; he only had to shut his eyes and she was laughing gaily up at him in his mind’s eyes, her brown eyes twinkling and sparkling with health and vitality.
She had looked a bit wan, he remembered, with a worried frown; and this was before she had even seen him, so he didn’t think that was from the shock of his appearance. Her taking his watch had made him feel used, which had hurt to no end.
“You really are ten kinds of fool, Raven old boy. She and her friends were just out for fun, flashing strangers in the street for, Pete’s sake! And you had to hand over your heart like a damn idiot.”
The phone rang again and he ignored it; whoever was calling from reception could go straight to hell; he didn’t feel like talking to anyone well anyone apart from a certain brown-eyed, sad-faced blond.
Whatever else she may be, he loved her, he realized. If nothing else, he owed her an apology for last night and he had to make it right. He was a billionaire, with holdings in almost every exotic country in the world, but for the past two months, nothing and no place excited him. If he didn’t want to live the rest of his life in dull monotony, he needed Sage.
With a muttered oath, he shoved to his feet and stalked into the bathroom. In two seconds, he had brushed and shaved and he immediately grabbed his wallet and strode out the door. He was waiting for the lift when it arrived bearing two angry women Sage’s friends!
The redhead took one look at him and aimed a blow straight at his nose. He deftly caught the tiny fist, surprised at the force she had put into the blow. That would have broken his nose and probably knocked him out!
“What the hell?”
“You have a damn nerve!” the petite blond with pretty blue eyes spat.
“I don’t follow!” he said, releasing the redhead’s hand and turning warily to face the other little dynamo.
“You made her cry! Ag
ain!” the woman spat angrily.
No prizes for guessing who ‘she’ was.
“I, um, I know. I was actually on my way to her now”
Both women immediately aligned their bodies in front of the lift, effectively blocking his path.
“Why? So you can torture her some more over some useless piece of trinket?” the redhead asked.
“It’s not useless. My mother gave it to me with her last dying breath,” he protested automatically.
Silence.
“I was actually on my way to see Sage and apologize for behaving so dreadfully,” he said, encouraged by their silence.
The redhead threw her head back and laughed harshly. “Well, good luck finding her. She left last night!”
His heart skipped a beat. “Left? For where?”
“Parts unknown! She wouldn’t talk to anyone, which is all your fault!”
Raven felt every last trace of energy drain out of his body and he slowly sank to the floor, his back against the wall. How was he going to survive losing her? Would she even be back?
As though she had read his mind, the blond said, “And she took a year’s worth of clothing with her when she left, so good luck finding her!”
“And for the record, Sage only took that useless piece of trinket because we dared her to steal all the cash in a stranger’s wallet. She took your watch instead and never sold it!” the redhead flung over her shoulder.
With a shake of their collective heads, both friends disappeared back into the lift, muttering audibly about insensitive men who deserved to be strung up, hung drawn and quartered.
She could be anywhere in the world! How would he find her, he wondered.
Well, how did you find her the last time? his mind wanted to know.
Galvanized into action, he raced for the lift and dashed downstairs to the lobby. He hailed the first cab he saw and headed straight for the airport. He would look at the cameras.
The moment the taxi pulled up at the airport curb, Raven flung a few notes at the cabman and dashed into the terminal, his head swinging around wildly. He grabbed the first security man he saw and shoved a thousand dollars into his palm as he demanded to see the cameras.
“Whatever for? Someone pick your pocket?” the man asked as he hurriedly pocketed the money.
“I need to find someone, my…wife! She left in a huff and headed here and she could be halfway around the world. I just wanna see what flight she boarded.”
“You say she was pissed?” the man asked musingly, staring off into the distance.
“Yes!” Raven affirmed impatiently. If he could just find out what plane she had boarded, he could jet on his private jet and be waiting at her destination airport by the time her plane landed.
“This…wife, she wouldn’t happen to be blond, somewhat chubby, with sad brown eyes would she?” the security man asked.
“That’s her! You saw her! What plane was she on?”
“She’s right over there,” the man said, nodding toward the waiting crowd.
Raven turned slowly and felt his stomach flip upside down; Sage sat a few feet away, weeping openly into her handkerchief as though her heart was broken.
“Now, if you had anything to do with the way that poor girl’s weeping, mate, then it’s a good thing she left you,” the security man informed him huffily before swanning off with his nose in the air.
* * *
Sage was certain this was what it felt like to be a homeless hobo. She had packed up almost her entire belongings and now she just sat at the airport confused. She had wanted to go to Spain, back to where it had all started and just put things in perspective, but now… She missed her flight and she couldn’t think of anywhere else to go.
Someone sank onto the seat beside her, but she kept her eyes focused on her palms, refusing to look up. She didn’t feel like chatting and if this idiot couldn’t tell then
“I’m sorry,” a familiar voice said quietly.
Sage’s shocked eyes flew to his face. Raven! Her stupid heart did a happy jig until she sternly calmed it down and glared at him with all the hatred in her heart.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she spat.
“I never meant to hurt you. I was hurting myself. I felt used and stupid and I lashed out. I was wrong.”
“Go to hell!” she spat and sprang to her feet to leave. He wouldn’t let her.
His hand clamped about her wrist like a manacle and then he dropped to his knees, his eyes trained on her face. Everyone turned to look at the pair of them, the waiting crowd giggling as they obviously waited for some romantic proposal.
“You’re embarrassing me!” she whispered furiously, trying to tug her arm from his grip. It was no use; it might as well be a handcuff for all the give it had.
“Then sit back down. Please, Sage.”
She slowly sank back onto her seat and he released her wrist, but he remained kneeling.
“Sit,” she ordered furiously, her face suffused with embarrassed color.
“I can’t. I don’t deserve to. I have been an ass. I shouldn’t have said what I did, especially because it wasn’t true. I was hurting, so I guess I just wanted to hurt you back.”
Sincerity blazed back at her from his eyes and she relaxed a little against her seat, feeling some of the hurt gradually seeping away just like that. The man had a scary power over her.
“I was wrong, Sage. I I love you,” he admitted quietly. “And I guess I just felt you took that watch to make some money, but you never sold it after two months. That alone told me it was a keepsake for you. My mother gave me that watch before she died and that’s all it was to me; of sentimental value. But now I realize I would cast a thousand of it away before I would lose you. I want to hear you laugh again and hear your soft cries as I ”
The elderly gentleman seating beside them cleared his throat loudly and ruffled his newspaper.
Sage giggled, unable to help herself at the look of exasperation on Raven’s handsome face.
“Why don’t we get out of here?” he suggested.
Sage shook her head, smiling happily at him, “You said you love me?”
“With all my heart.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re you, and because I can’t help myself,” he told her softly.
Tears sprang to her eyes again; this time, tears of such joy that her entire face glowed with it.
Seeing the tears, Raven held her fingers in his and asked quietly, “Will you make me the happiest man on earth, Sage, and be my wife?”
Now the tears were falling down her cheeks unchecked, her heart thumping in her throat as she stared at him in shock.
“Please,” he whispered when he thought she was hesitating.
She wasn’t hesitating; she was speechless.
“There is nothing I want more than to spend the rest of my life with you; to have you in my arms and to have you as the mother of my children. You do want kids, right?”
Sage nodded happily, her hand going protectively to her midriff.
“Say yes, Sage. I don’t have a ring right now, but I swear the minute we get out of here, I’m going to get you the biggest, honking diamond I can find!”
Sage dissolved into laughter and threw her arms around his neck, loving him as he slowly rose to his feet, taking her with him. She leaned back in his arms and grinned at him, “Yes I love you, and yes, I’ll marry you.”
He leaned down and took her lips in a kiss so infinitely tender that it would have melted her into a puddle right there if his powerful hands hadn’t been holding her up.
When he lifted his dark head, she smiled at him, “And about those kids, how do you feel about twins?”
He grinned happily, “Well, if it’s twins you want, I hear we have to make love at least thrice a day to get twins. I’ll be happy to oblige you, ma’am,” he said, leerily.
She laughed. He really was something else. “Slow down tiger. Before you start rotating the mattress in your
mind, I’m already pregnant. Twins!”
His heart skipped a beat against her chest and then he grinned, looking happier than she had ever seen him as he said, “I must be the luckiest man alive.”
No, Sage corrected inwardly as she hugged him tightly. She was the luckiest woman alive, she decided, as her eyes shut.
THE END
Billionaire Yes Please
Katrina Bliss
Copyright ©2016 by Katrina Bliss. All rights reserved.
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Chapter 1
Jasmine knew she wanted more the moment she had finished. She sank back in her seat and pushed the bowl with the last creamy drops of her chocolate chip ice cream away from her, the spoon clattering in the bowl. It slid from her end of the table top until it reached the other end, grazing her mother’s arm.
“Jasmine!” her mother growled at her, while her eyes remained glued to the book she was reading. “Don’t you see? I’m a child pining for attention, Mom,” Jasmine responded and pouted her lips. Her mother turned a page of her cheap paperback and sighed.
“I wonder when you’ll begin to act your age. You’re a twenty-five year old woman. It must be all the kids you surround yourself with all the time,” she said, without lifting her head to look at her daughter.
She could be right, Jasmine thought. The only real conversations she had on a daily basis were with five-year-old tiny humans at the kindergarten where she worked. Her mother, Camilla Kiberd, had made it obvious that she didn’t approve. The unanimous dream of both her parents had been that their only child would grow up to become a doctor or an engineer; a profession that would reel in the money, in any case.
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