An I.O.U. from a Billionaire

by Olivia B. Dannon

  But Joan was taking charge, something he’d never allowed a woman to do with him before. The feel of her on top of him, watching her breasts pucker through the thin nightshirt, taunting him as she moved closer and then away from his mouth. Joan appeared almost oblivious to what she was doing to him as she continued to fight with the removal of his shirt.

  She has me nearly ready to come and she’s not even trying.

  Liam yanked his shirt off over his head unable to wait any longer.

  Joan ran her hands up his stomach and over his pecks. Her blue eyes admiring him, something else he didn’t think he’d ever experienced. Everything she was doing was making him harder. Closing his eyes, he fought to keep control of his body, and his patience. He wanted her to do to him whatever she wanted.

  Leaning forward as her fingers traced the definition of his stomach, she kissed him, tasting him on a moan that was like the sound she made eating the chocolate in Florida. The feel of her on him as she made small lustful sounds was almost his undoing.

  He wasn’t inexperienced. The fact that she had him already struggling for control scared him. His desire for Joan was stronger than he’d dared to acknowledge even to himself.

  Liam framed her face with one hand as he released her hair from the pins and bands. Joan drew back rocking against him again as she pulled out the last hairpin. Her golden brown hair fell in soft curls around her face and shoulders.

  God she’s so beautiful.

  When she grabbed the bottom of her shirt, he held his breath as she began to peel it up her stomach. Liam gripped her hips, pulling her down so she’d know what she was doing to him, how rock hard he was for her.

  As soon as the hem climbed high enough that he could see the swell from the undersides of her breasts she paused, rocking her hips as he pressed up against her again. The heat in her eyes as she looked down at him was so raw he struggled to think, his body just reacting without his consent.

  Liam released her hips to peel her shirt up higher, his eyes craving more of her – all of her.

  His erection jumped and pressed hard against the restraint of his shorts, seeking her warmth. His exhaling breath a guttural sound of need. Liam watched her breasts bounce free. Her pink frosting buds tight and begging to be touched.

  Cupping her breasts with greedy hands, Liam stroked her again with his cock, her breasts filling his hands. Enjoying the weight of them, he ran his thumbs over her pink silky firm nubs and circled her areolas. As long as he lived, he knew he’d never forget seeing her like this, astride him reveling in his touch.

  Meeting her eyes, he kissed the sensitive tip, licking her before drawing her deep into his mouth. Joan whimpered as her head fell back, her nails dragging up his back and into his hair. “Liam.” She panted. The urgency in her voice dissolving his will to slow down.

  He slid his hands under her shorts cupping her bare ass. She was so smooth and firm. Liam wanted to feel her skin against his. Finding the strip of thin lace that ran up the side of the shorts, he ripped it into two pieces. Joan cried out, arching against his mouth.

  Joan’s eyes were wide as she watched him move to her right hip and rip open the other side. The material fell loose between them as she rocked her hips over him. “You’re making me so wet.” She confessed as she continued to massage him with the sway of her hips.

  Liam tossed aside what was now a scrap of pink and lace material. His eyes were greedy to see all of her.

  The warmth from his mouth gone, she watched him leaning back as he slid away her last stitch of clothing. Completely bare for him while he still had his shorts seemed unfair. She still wasn’t used to the lack of coverage since she’d been waxed. “Come back up here,” she said wanting him close so he wouldn’t see so much of her.

  “Not yet.” His voice a rasping sound that caressed her naked skin with hot desire. “You’re more beautiful than any fantasy I’ve had.” Joan tugged on his shoulders, and he allowed her to guide him back up to a sitting position.

  He kissed her mouth as his fingers slipped between her slick folds. Liam’s kiss was demanding and swallowing up her moans of pleasure as he explored her most sensitive skin with his very talented fingers.

  His dark blue eyes were like sapphires watching her as he explored her pussy. Liam wasn’t closing his eyes. He was in this moment with her. Changing direction with his fingers and learning what made her lose her breath, what made her moan, and what felt so good she rocked against his hand to get more.

  Liam opened his mouth, exhaling and thrusting forward with both his hand and his hips as she moved against his hand. They were just beginning and she was already so close. Liam withdrew his fingers, rolling her beneath him. He licked his wet fingers, tasting her as he stared straight into her eyes with savage, raw hunger.

  “Liam.” She breathed his name as a spasm of need burned through her, his name a plea for more.

  “Mmm.” He groaned while dipping his fingers again into the wet heat between her legs. “I’ve been wanting to taste you like this since you first opened your smart mouth.” His finger slid inside her as his thumb circled and stroked her pulsing center. “You’re so tight.” He groaned as he sank his finger to his knuckles.

  He added a second finger to join the first pumping them into her and stretching her opening. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I want to see you,” she told him catching his wrist. If he kept going with what he was doing she was going to come and she wasn’t ready yet.

  Liam stood up, pushed his shorts down and kicked them off his ankle.

  Holy shit.

  “Damn, Liam.”

  He grinned running his hand up and down his shaft coating himself with Joan’s slick wetness. “We can go slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Joan knew she should be scared seeing the size of him. Her common sense must have checked out because watching him stroking himself was making her hot and envious of his hand. She scooted to the edge of the bed and removed his hand from his cock. “Damn.” She breathed taking in his size again.

  “If you keep looking at me like that I’m going to forget to take it slow.” He warned.

  Joan smiled up at him as she ran her tongue from the base of his shaft to the head, where she circled his sensitive tip and kissed him before opening her mouth to him.

  “Fuck.” He groaned through clenched teeth. “Joan….”

  She stroked her hand up and down the shaft as she sucked on him. His salty wet tip empowered her, reassuring her that she was getting to him as much as Liam was getting to her. He gathered up her hair in one hand watching her taking him into her mouth.

  “I need to put on a condom,” Liam said, his voice strained.

  Joan took him deeper into her mouth braver now. “Mmm.”

  Liam’s hand tightened in her hair. “Fuck.” His hips thrust three deeper strokes into her mouth. The look on his face and the pearl of salty cream on her tongue before he pulled out were evidence of his struggle to hold back.

  He opened the drawer next to his bed and when he turned back to her his straining shaft stretched the tight clear condom. Liam bent and licked the seam of her legs, his hot tongue ravishing every nerve ending.

  Liam lifted her legs tipping Joan onto her back, his face still buried between her legs. Nothing about him was uncertain as he explored her with his mouth and tongue. His hands gripped her thighs opening her wider to his hungry mouth.

  When his eyes cut to hers, he drove his tongue inside of her. The predatory, demanding glint to his eyes was wild as he delved into her. Her back arched up off the bed as her orgasm stole her breath. She cried out as his finger joined his tongue filling her. “Mmm.” He groaned against her. Her hips rolled against his mouth as she gripped the sheets at her sides. Joan was trembling while every cell in her body exploded with euphoria.

  Every stroke of his tongue prolonging and intensifying what was the strongest orgasm she’d ever experienced. Liam drilled his tongue into her as she finally seemed to b
e floating back down to earth.

  “Liam.” She gasped feeling herself building again. Her body was still trembling from her last orgasm. He slowly withdrew his tongue. Liam stood between her legs hanging off the end of the bed. His cock stroked against her opening. “I want you so bad, Joan.” She could feel his hard shaft probing and circling her clit as he spoke.

  His teeth clenched as he pressed slowly an inch or so into her entrance. The burning stretching sensation surprised Joan. Liam didn’t push further allowing her time to adjust to his size. Liam began to circle and stroke her clit with his thumb as he bent forward to lick and suck on her beckoning pink buds.

  Joan arched her back, loving the feel of his mouth on her breasts. He moved his hips, pumping them in a shallow motion. “Let me in, baby.” Liam groaned, thrusting in a little deeper. Joan felt her muscles squeezing around him as she waited for her body to adjust, his thumb still circling and strumming her clit.

  The orgasm was building in her core, heating fast as he thrust in a bit more. She was scooting back. He was so big, he wasn’t going to fit. Liam caught her hips and sank in another two inches. Joan cried out surprised by the heated, dazzling sensations he caused.

  Looking down her body where they were joined, another hot shiver rocked through her. He had a cock that would make a wild stallion jealous. The sweat and strain on his face were evidence that he was trying not to hurt her.

  He put gentle pressure at the inside of her knees and she opened up as far as she could open for him. Liam hooked his hands under her knees. Pulling back, he drove his shaft back in, impaling her even deeper.

  “You feel so fucking good,” he said, sinking in another half inch. Joan rocked her hips suddenly needing more of him. Sweat dripped down his chest as he pulled back and pressed in again slowly. She wanted him to lose control, wanted him filling her to capacity.

  She met his small thrust surprising him. His hands slid up her legs to her hips, squeezing them as he fought the need to pound his cock deeper into her wet pussy.

  “Joan, don’t move.”

  Like always, she wasn’t going to let him tell her what to do, he realized as she gripped his shaft with her inner muscles, the electric sensation too good to stop. His grip on her hips tightening as he fought to keep in control of his body.

  Joan ran her hands up over her stomach catching his eyes. He followed their path to her swollen breasts, still wet from his mouth. She cupped her breasts as he watched and she squeezed his cock with her pussy.

  She could see it in his eyes the moment he could no longer go slow. His hips bucked, he thrust deeper and deeper, slamming into her in a frenzy. His hips clapped wildly against her ass as he claimed her even deeper.

  His hands gripped her shoulders. The dark sapphires of his eyes burned hot, telling her he was going to take all of her. Liam drove his huge rod deep, impaling her fully on his cock. Joan nearly came up off the bed as a white hot orgasm exploded in her core.

  Liam held on as his shaft pounded wildly into Joan’s tight pussy. All of his sense and reason gone. He just couldn’t slow down or get enough of her. Her muscles squeezed him as she started coming on his hard dick.

  Her pussy milked his cock as he impaled her again and again. Grinding against her, he thrust deeper. His hot come shooting into the condom as her nails bit into his back, his hips thrust in a frenzy as his greedy cock continued to spill his seed.

  Joan’s legs were still wrapped around him as he thrust one last time. He should pull out and make sure he didn’t hurt her. But his traitor hips were still grinding into her.

  They were both breathing hard, her inner muscles still reacting to his pulsing dick. The whimpering sound she made as her body shook beneath him was the only thing that cut through to him. He slowly withdrew from her. Holding his weight above her, Liam tried to catch his breath. “Are you okay?” She looked pale beneath him. Her eyes were closed and her body trembling. “Joan? I hurt you, didn’t I? I’m so sorry.”

  Her eyes opened, her mouth smiling with her deep dimples. “It still feels so good.” Relief coursed through him.

  She’s okay.

  Joan wiggled her hips still smiling as he shifted his weight and lay down beside her. “I’ve never lost control like that.” He confessed kissing her temple. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  Her smile was contagious with her dimples peeking at him. “Yes, you’re bigger than most guys, but it’s not like you’re carrying around a flag pole.” She giggled, smoothing his wet hair away from his face.

  “Give me a half hour to recoup and I bet you’ll change your mind about that.”

  Laughing she rolled onto her stomach. “You’ll be asleep in two minutes.” Her blue eyes bounced between his shoulder and his face. “Um, I’m sorry about that.”

  “About what?”

  Joan bit her lower lip. “I vaguely remember biting you at one point.” Again her gaze strayed to his shoulder.

  He felt it now but didn’t bother to look at it. Watching Joan nervously chew at her bottom lip was too adorable to miss. “What’s a little love bite between fiancé’s?”

  “I’m glad you feel that way because I may have also left a scratch or two on your back.”

  “One or two, huh?” Liam rolled out of bed remembering that he needed to clean up, especially if he could talk Joan into round two. He enjoyed feeling her gaze on his naked body as he crossed to the bathroom. Liam hoped this meant she would be willing to extend their one-time thing to at least a three-time thing.

  He disposed of the condom and rinsed himself off in the shower. The love bite left a mark, along with the red streaks across his back from her nails.

  Trophies, as far as he was concerned, proof that she’d been just as out of her mind crazy for him as he was for her. It was all physical of course but still. Liam had never had a night like that with any woman before. He brushed his teeth and freshened up, the whole time thinking of Joan and hoping she wouldn’t be too sore to go again.

  He opened the bathroom door.

  The morning light was coming in through the window with the shadows of the leaves making a pattern on her smooth back. Her hair was a mess of wild curls and her lashes fluttered as she peeked up at him.

  Liam sat down next to her on the bed, a smile tugging at his lips as her brows lowered at him. “Quit looking at me while I’m sleeping.”

  “You’re talking to me. That means you’re not asleep.”

  A firm knock on the door interrupted them. “Master Liam? Your executive assistant is waiting for you downstairs.”

  What the hell is Evelyn doing here? She wasn’t supposed to be here until seven.

  Liam’s gaze shot to the clock, his mouth already open to tell Evelyn to come back at a decent hour. But it was already half past seven.

  “What should I tell her?” Hansen asked.

  Joan sat up with the sheet wrapped around her. With only one eye fully open she yawned.

  “I have some things I need to take care of today.” He began. “You can stay in and sleep. I’ll be back by eleven.”

  “Don’t worry about me.” Joan yawned again rubbing her eyes.

  Facing the door, he called out to Hansen. “Tell her I’ll be right down.” Standing, he dashed into the adjoining dressing room. Selecting his navy suit, he dressed in a hurry. When he emerged from the dressing room, he was still in his socks and carrying his shoes.

  Joan had the sheet wrapped around her like a dress. As he tied his shoes, he noticed her lips were still slightly swollen from their night together. Remembering the feel of her lips, he approached her ready to kiss her, taste her, and if he did it right, make her knees weak.

  She turned toward him as he drew close, her hands catching the loose tie hanging around his neck. With adept, quick fingers she began to fix his ice blue silk tie.

  Joan smiled up at him as he watched her work. “Thank you for last night. I won’t forget it.”

  “I think I enjoyed it even more than you.” He leaned toward
her.

  “At least now you won’t be so distracted, right? I mean in less than a few days we’ll be out of each other’s hair, and I think I would have regretted it if I’d turned down your one time deal last night.”

  “A few days?”

  “Yes. It’s Wednesday. If our fake wedding is Saturday, then it’s only a few days.”

  Liam watched her take a step back from him, holding the sheet tightly around herself. “Actually, it’ll have to be Friday so we can push the contracts through.”

  Joan nodded once, her lips pressed together. “Of course.”

  She’s finished with me.

  Liam stood a little taller. “I’ll get that money to the hospital today.” He crossed the room to the door in three long strides. Liam grabbed the handle and opened the door where Hanson stood about to knock.

  “Apologies, Master Liam. Evelyn wanted me to tell you she believes she’s found Alise.”

  Liam pulled the door shut before he turned back and did something stupid. Like rip that damn sheet off Joan and keep her in bed until she understood the one-time deal was not what she wanted.

  “Are you quite all right?” Hansen asked him, the wrinkles around his eyes deepening as he studied Liam.

  No. I’m not quite the fuck all right. She’s going to leave and there’s nothing I can offer her to make her stay.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  A huge smile broke out over Joan’s face as she looked up at the high ceiling of Liam’s room. “Wow,” she said her mind wrapped around the amazing sex she had with Liam. She was completely content to go back to sleep and dream about her night with Liam.

  Yawning she closed her eyes. She immediately remembered Liam over her, slamming into her, the feel of him, the sound of them coming together, and that look in his eyes. Damn he’s so hot.

  Just the thought of him was making her wet. The muscles in her core that should be sated from all the lovemaking from the night before tingled with heat, feeding her desire.

  A high-pitched squealing ring pierced the air. The sound was coming from somewhere in her luggage. “Really?” She glared at her luggage. With a sigh, she climbed off the luxurious mattress and took small quick steps to the luggage.