The Billionaire's Assistant: An Alpha Billionaire Romance Box Set

by Sarah J. Brooks

  He listened to me and leaned in to kiss me again. I didn’t resist but welcomed him into my lips. His lips were so luscious and perfectly full. I rolled my fingers on his body, gripping his chest and sucking in his lips and tongue. My yearning, my blood pressure, body temperature, everything was rising! Nothing but raw desire for him inside. We were already naked in each other’s arms, at least in spirit, if not in form.

  And yet …

  “I just … don’t want to go inside,” I said in apology.

  “So I guess this is good night?”

  “… I don’t want to say good night.”

  “Well, I don’t either.”

  “I just don’t want to go inside,” I said, moving in for another deep French kiss, which he obliged. He kissed me hard and forcefully, gripping me tight and tonguing the small space in between our lips. He let me tongue him too, and within seconds his tongue was slapping and wiggling its way all over mine, our lips sucking each other’s in like a vacuum, our desire bubbling over like the current of a waterfall. He grabbed my body closer, and I pulled his hair. I breathed into his ear, and he put his strong hand on my stomach, caressing me softly.

  “Then we won’t go inside,” he said, grabbing me into a kissing, hugging, loving vice.

  “But I want you …”

  “I want you too,” he said, kissing that sweet spot where my neck, chest, and throat meet. He necked me tenderly from the top of my cheek to the side of my head and down to the tender curves of my shoulders. I groaned softly as he gave me a trail of hot kisses down my chest and tasted my natural scent—just a whiff of perfume, but mostly body scent. My taste was driving him wild.

  “What—What are you doing?”

  “I told you I want you,” he said, unbuttoning the top of my black dress. “And you said you can’t go inside but that you don’t want this to end. What do you expect to happen?”

  I laughed. “Yeah but … what are you …”

  Suddenly, he tore my blouse open—some of that snapping sound was that of buttons coming undone, but some was also ripping cotton apart.

  My heart began racing. I looked into his eyes and realized I had ignited a fire in him. In us. I didn’t want him to stop … but it turned me on to tell him No.

  “No, we can’t do that!” I said, groaning and looking up to the ceiling as he planted a kiss in my cleavage, taking a whiff of my breasts.

  “Just watch me. You’re talking to an out of control train, baby,” he said, kissing my soft natural breasts with a pirate’s rage. I was out of control—craving him like I’ve never felt before. This wasn’t just sex; this was hunger. The desire to taste someone, to experience all of someone.

  His lips were enflamed, so thick and powerful. I sighed loudly, aching inside as he rubbed his face all over my cleavage. His sharp facial stubble only turned me on more, shooting pangs of excitement in my stomach and shooting up to my throat. The feeling ended in my head, giving me a drunken stupor. I felt tingles all over my body—too turned on to even mutter a sound. I didn’t want him to stop … but it felt so good to resist. All I could do was whimper and pant, sitting there helplessly as he tore more of my blouse open to find my red bra.

  “Uhhhnnn …” I moaned loudly, so loud it was embarrassing. I had never made a sound like that, where the passion was involuntary. My mouth dropped open, and I suddenly felt ashamed. I pushed his face away … but I couldn’t rid myself of my own wicked smile. The look that told him, I won’t stop you. No matter what you do, I can’t say no to you.

  He grabbed both my objecting hands and took me down. He shifted his body over to the passenger side and lay on top of me, pinned my arms down.

  “Huhhhh! What are you doing!” I moaned, helpless to slap him or shoo him away, and looking into his eyes in stuttering outrage. Oh if only I could have said no … but my body was flushed and trembling in orgasmic frenzy. I watched in awe as he put angry kisses all over my bra, putting my breasts in his mouth and hardly giving a damn whether I was signaling him or not.

  It felt raw; it felt dangerous for sure. I mean, hell, it felt almost like rage. Like he was going to make love to me whether the world ended, whether the police knocked on our door, or whether I screamed to high heaven. Any decent man would have asked me a million times if I wanted him to go ahead. Not him. Not this cocky bastard …

  “Is that what you want?” he said, letting my arms go. He turned around and turned off the car, leaving it in park. “You think I wouldn’t take you right now and right here?”

  “You can’t!” I said, finally slapping him on the shoulder but looking at him with burning eyes. “You can’t just take what you want! And park right in the street like this!”

  “I always take what I want,” he said, crawling back on top of me and pulling my bra cups down to find my nipples.

  Oh, my God! I was too excited to even shriek! My stomach fluttered, and my whole body tensed. My nipples were hard with inappropriate, sinful desire. The kind of bad girl shit that no self-respecting woman ever does, that’s what my parents would have told me! Making rough love to a man in his car. Not even the decency to invite me to a bedroom. What was wrong with me? Why was I losing all self-control around him?

  “Gaaahhhh!” was all I managed to say, even though I was trying so hard to say, ‘Maybe we’re taking this too fast!’ But I didn’t want him to stop. My bones were trembling, and my skin was suddenly so sensitive. I shuddered every time I tried to speak because his lips were so hot and wet. Finally, my fear got the best of me, and I just had to ask …

  “We can’t really do this here, can we? What if a cop sees us …”

  I choked on my passion, another orgasmic wave coming over my body and rendering me embarrassed, speechless, and shamefully wet.

  “Let him see us,” he said to me. “He can’t touch me. Can’t do a damned thing. You like being with a big guy who does whatever he wants?”

  I nodded.

  “I can’t hold back. I want you so bad. So you’re just going to spread your legs now and take it hard like a good girl.”

  “Oh God!” I said, my head spinning. I was throbbing so bad I had to hold my head and bite down on my palm. He lifted his shirt off and tossed it in the back seat like nothing mattered to him. He had no fear, no sense of self-awareness, no respect for nobody at all. But oh God, did he love me. He wanted me so bad, and I could feel it with every kiss he gave me.

  His muscles were ripped, and his body had just a few hairy lines. He was physically perfect … big, bulky, and strong as an ox. When he crawled on top of me, his chest crushing mine, grazing my breasts, tickling my nipples, I just about lost it.

  I panted so hard, so unladylike; I felt my heart punching its way out of my chest. I was even more excited when I heard him unbuckling his belt and slipping those pants off, like him unleashing his tool all over me was just another daily function, like he didn’t even think twice. He just knew that I wanted him, that I would let him fuck me. Not a hint of self-consciousness, and from what I could see, looking over at his midsection, he sure did have every reason to be full of himself with that thing!

  I began chanting, not moaning, but chanting, feeling nothing but red hot love over every pore of my skin. I was panting and spitting all over his shoulder as I felt his knees get in between my legs and spread me apart. My thong wasn’t enough to protect me. I wore it tonight for him … in the back of my mind wondering if we would do this … if he would think it was sexy.

  My thong was thin enough for him to enter me. I felt him push it aside and finger me … my eyes rolled back in my head, and I swallowed, sighed in the same breath.

  “I want you,” he said softly but with a deep voice. “Tell me what you want,” he commanded.

  I nodded my head Yes.

  “No, tell me,” he said putting both hands on my face, just a little bit rough, letting me know what’s what.

  “Aaahhhh …” I said, meeting his eyes and spreading my legs just a little farther apart. F-F-fuck me …
”

  “Yeah, say it again.”

  “Fuck me!” I said just as a sting came over my conscience and filled my head with restless, pulsating need.

  Just as I said it, he entered me long and slow. I screamed loud and right in his ear, opening my mouth in squealing delight. I lost all sense of time and place and felt nothing but his body crashing against me, like waves, like a storm. He was so big, so well-endowed, I couldn’t do much but just bear down and take it—take it like a good girl, a bad girl—a woman in submission. All I was, was to be conquered by him. That’s how it felt … at least in that moment we shared.

  And I came hard; like pure insanity, I was spasming and jumping all over the car, screaming bloody murder. I came before he did, and by the time he was ready to give it up, I came again—I came so hard I had to grab hold of the dashboard and the car roof handles just to get it all out of me! Oh Jesus, and I saw myself half-naked in the visor mirror and spasmed again, so hot with forbidden lust, rocked to my very core.

  “Oh my God …” I finally said with a thrill as my heart settled down and I realized that we had just surrendered to the most erratic of desires. Waves of pleasure came over me in the afterglow. And I shuddered in excitement as he pulled his long self out of me and grunted as strong and harsh as a werewolf.

  “That was good,” he rasped, pulling his pants up and sparing me from seeing his oversized member again. No wonder the bastard was arrogant as the Devil himself! He was huge!

  I laughed hard, red-faced and high as a kite. “Oh my God, I can’t believe we just did that.”

  “I got a one track mind, Miss Alicia. Don’t con me and tell me you didn’t enjoy it.”

  “I did enjoy it …” I said quickly, honestly. “It was so good, so good …” I said, my eyes darting around and noticing the scene of devastation he left behind. Clothes out of place, dresses ripped and a wet hot mess down below! Hurricane Dave was harsh and destructive indeed! But dear God, was it good. So good I didn’t quite know what to say.

  “But … I feel so weird right now … I just need to go inside and get to bed. I hope that’s okay.”

  “Understood. Suit yourself.”

  “Sorry,” I said, quickly regarding myself and pulling up my panties and bra. “I just … I never do things like this, you know!”

  What, did I expect him to feel bad about it? I smiled when he smiled. The man had no sense of personal shame that was for sure.

  “Well, hell, that’s just because you’ve never met a man like me before. You may be surprised at what I can make you do, sugar plum.”

  “Get the hell out!” I said, with a mean voice but smiling deliriously. All I knew at that moment was that I hardly knew myself. Whoever this cackling cowboy was, he had a great power over me. And I didn’t want it to stop. I couldn’t tell him to stop. And that was dangerous all right.

  But damned if my first thought—even as I walked back to unlock my front door, still feeling his eyes watching over me—was When am I going to see you again?

  As if reading my mind and just too damned smart-ass for his own good, he answered loud and clear.

  “I’ll call you tomorrow. You be sure and pick up, angel face.”

  ***

  Chapter 5

  “None of Your Family’s Business Part III”

  Well, lo and behold, Robert Jackson, that pillar of family values, decided that I owed Bob another family meeting. I tell you, I was this close to knocking him on his punk ass, especially the way he insulted my girlfriend. Well, she wasn’t my girlfriend yet, but we did, of course, get to know each other in the biblical sense. I’m not going to lie, it was the hottest sex I ever had, and I brag about that passionate night to anyone, from my lips to God’s own ears.

  I know a gentleman doesn’t engage in locker room talk, but suffice it to say, Alicia was the most passionate lover I remember all thirty-something years of my life on this earth. The earth shook, and the clouds covered their eyes, the kind of sex that makes you tingle and want to scream a primal rage.

  I felt powerful when I was with her … completely empty and soulless when I was without her. Felt like I was poor and impoverished when I said goodbye. But when I was in her company, strutting her around town, eating at the finest restaurants and going to plays and musicals … it reminded me that I was one of the richest men in Texas.

  And hell, the only good thing about being well off and lucky as I have been, is that I can show off to a good woman. Well, of course, giving to charity, helping the needy and all that’s good … but damn, doesn’t it feel good to know that a woman gets all hot and bothered by flashing mad cash? That just my simpering face takes a woman’s breath away … that the way I look into her eyes like she’s the queen of my castle and I want to spend all my money on getting her nice and wet … that warms me up like a bubble bath!

  And hell, who cares about where we made love? It was in my car, sure, and God only knows why she didn’t want me in her bedroom, but who really gives a flying fuck? My dick sure didn’t care why!

  And yeah, I didn’t exactly want her in my home either. Some secrets are just best kept for another day. Hell, maybe old-fashioned bedroom sex was going out of style anyway. All I knew for sure was that I was falling hard and fast for Alicia J—she was stronger than pure whiskey dripping into my empty stomach.

  Anyway, that crude Ronald McDonald looking motherfucker Robert Jackson decided that as a member of our family, it was an obligation to meet and discuss pertinent business. Namely, the care of our father Raymond Jackson—the man who just wouldn’t keel over and die.

  Yeah, I know how it sounds, and I heard the same lecturing from my brother.

  “He’s your own flesh and blood, David. I know you and Dad have your differences. But he’s getting old, and you know he doesn’t have much longer to go.”

  I tapped my foot, resenting the obligation and resenting the idea of keeping up appearances.

  “But there’s the matter of his last will and testament.”

  “I don’t give a damn about his money. I’m a self-made man, and you know it. I don’t owe him a damn thing.”

  “That’s not true,” Bob said coldly. “You know he gave you capital. You know he gave you … all of what he had.”

  “Yeah right, and what’s that worth?”

  “And it’s not about the money anyway,” Bob said with an angry look in his eyes. “It’s about being a grown man and living up to your responsibilities. You owe your father basic human respect. You owe him a proper burial and taking care of his obligations when he goes. That’s the least you could do, just like if you ever have an abomination for a son, that’s the least he’s going to do for you.”

  “Fine. I’m on board. Let’s fulfill our obligations! Woohoo! I’m fulfilling my obligations to my parent! Woooo look at me, I feel so Christ-like.”

  “Oh yes, you’re the spitting image of Christ,” he said in bitter reply. “Turning water into wine and then getting drunk in front of your disciples.”

  Well, after bickering for another hour on route to the retirement home, I arrived to see the one and only Raymond Jackson. Fellow looked old, fat, and ugly. If that’s the future me, I damn sure let myself go. White hair, features as cold and cracked as parched ground. He even wore a cowboy hat in the damned clinic of the retirement home, no doubt letting the nurses know he was hot shit.

  Yeah, Dad, like anyone gives a damn about your power now.

  I walked into my father’s room, edgy and already on the defensive. Maybe I am a bit superstitious. Maybe like the doctor said, I hate what my father is because I’m worried about becoming like him. Well, maybe I am like him, but maybe I’m the best of him. Maybe I can keep the worst of him stuffed back in that old, passing generation. And I can be successful like him, without his stubbornness and bad attitude.

  “Well, well, Mister Jackson,” I said, filling the room with my voice.

  “David, long time no see,” Dad said, eying me and nodding but avoiding a smile. Just
like his other son, I swear. Cold as frozen molasses.

  “How’s it hanging?”

  “I’m alive. For the time being.” His eyes clawed into me as if bleeding me of all emotion. He wanted me to hate me. Damn near dared me to show weakness to his face.

  “Listen … I wanted to talk to you, padre. I think there are things we need to discuss.”

  “You have my attention. By all means, discuss.”

  “It’s about the will, Dad. Now we need to go over some legalities about who you’re leaving what, and what you want done with the rest of your belongings. Bob told you some of this, but he wants me involved. Now you know I don’t care about money. As far as I’m concerned, you can give it to charity.”

  “Your astounding humanitarianism is second only to your amazing contributions to feminism,” he said dryly.

  “Hey, no women I know have any complaints! Feminists love me! Because I know how to please a woman.”

  “Well, you certainly know how to run your mouth, that’s for sure.”

  Anyway, Dad and I argued like this for a while; I guess that was just our way. I called him a racist fool, and he called me a sexist pig. Funny thing is, that’s what my mother, Irene, God rest her soul, called both of us when she was still alive.

  Outside Dad’s room waited Alicia and Robert, probably in what you might call an awkward moment. But damned if I was ignorant. See, I know that people talk behind my back, even when they think I don’t listen. I heard every word of what they said to each other because I’m a multi-tasking kind of personality. And besides, any wise man has got to keep an eye on his restless girlfriend and his no-good brother, that’s for damn sure.

  “So …” Alicia said, glaring at Robert who did so insult her honor not but a week ago. “You have any other life coaching for me, Robert? Maybe you should tell me what a whore I am for going to bed with Dave.”

  Robert laughed, even while Alicia was giving him the evil eye.

  “Look, kid; I’m not telling you how to live your life like I’m your father. I’m just telling you to be careful … around HIM.”