S*x and Secrets: Alpha Billionaire Forbidden Romance

by Jani Kay

  “Um, let me think.” He paused for a moment. “My number-one gem?” I could practically hear the gears change in his brain. “What I know for a fact is that women like to be treated well. Do something special for her that you’ve never done for anyone else before. Something so unique that she’ll know you put time and effort into it.”

  “What you’re saying is to treat her like a queen?” Hell, this was too easy. If that was all there was to it, I was on a winning streak.

  “Exactly. Every queen needs a king. If you treat her like she’s important to you, she’ll pay you back one-hundred-fold. Not to mention blowjobs, hand jobs—basically anything you want, she’ll give willingly just because you made her feel special.”

  I was awestruck. Tyler was a fucking genius. “No wonder they call you Mr. Debonair. You should do a masterclass for guys like me who eventually wanna put a ring on the finger of a special woman.”

  “Fuck, I didn’t realize you were that serious. She must be quite a babe for you to fall that fucking hard.”

  “She is. And she has brains, too. She’s an eleven on a scale of one to ten.”

  “You’ve got it pretty serious, cousin. You better get to work and snatch her up before someone else does.” He paused for a moment. “Do I know her?”

  “Maybe,” I growled, “but she’s mine, and I’m not telling you her name until you get an invitation to our engagement in the mail.”

  “Jesus, Levi. Lighten up, buddy. I didn’t mean it like that. I’ve got my hands full with my own woman driving me crazy. I just thought if I knew her, I could somehow put in a good word for you.”

  I laughed sheepishly, but I had to admit I was relieved as fuck. Tyler Sinclair wasn’t named Mr. Debonair for nothing. Women loved the bastard, and he usually had a bevy of beauties vying for his attention. But he was like me—a workaholic—so I knew he was picky as fuck when it came to dating.

  “She must be some woman to keep your attention,” I said dryly.

  To my surprise, he didn’t argue. “You know what, Levi? When you meet the right woman, it’s as if your cock wants only her. I never thought it would happen to me. Shit, I used sex more than anything to get where I am today. But this woman . . . she has me by the balls, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

  “Are you telling me that you’ll be giving up your well-earned title then?”

  He chuckled, long and hard. “With her, the only titles I want are married and taken.”

  “How did you meet her?” This woman had to be something extra special to snare my cousin.

  “She’s an intern at our firm. You know I always get what I want—much the same as you—so on that score we’re pretty much the same. It must run in our bloodline.”

  “Hmm,” I hummed, agreeing with that assessment. “Well good luck, and thanks for the pointers. I’ll be racking my brain. It’s Mon . . . um, her birthday soon. I have an idea that I think will blow her mind, and I’ll have to get to work immediately.”

  “Sounds like you’ve worked it out already. Have fun and send me an invitation to the wedding.”

  “Sure, if you don’t beat me to it.”

  We both fell silent for a moment. I bet neither of us were as confident as we made out that we’d actually achieve our plans of getting the girls of our dreams.

  Chapter 10 — Levi

  Montana’s birthday was something I was really looking forward to. Since she didn’t have any family in the city to spend time with, I’d convinced her to swap our Friday-night session for Saturday instead. At first she’d protested, but I’d noticed a glint of sadness in her eyes, which made me think that she wouldn’t enjoy being alone anyway.

  With a few surprises still up my sleeve, I’d planned a night she’d remember for a long time. Tyler would be proud of me.

  Arriving early at the loft, I checked that Montana’s special gift was in place before I showered and changed into the black satin leisure pants I wore sitting low on my hips, fully aware that Montana couldn’t take her eyes off the deep V that cut into my groin. I was fucking proud of my toned body—I’d worked hard to get it into this shape, and even harder to stay fit and maintain it.

  It was my job to please people, and I excelled at it. Call it a natural gift, but I usually managed to put most people—young and old, male and female—at ease in my presence. My fuck buddy was no different. I loved pleasing Montana, and seeing the admiration shine in her gorgeous blue eyes was my biggest reward.

  Thrilled by a knock on the door precisely thirty minutes before Montana was due to arrive, I let the caterers in and led them upstairs to the rooftop terrace, watching as they quickly laid the table with the gourmet food I had ordered.

  The open space was already filled with pink and white peonies in dozens of large glass vases scattered around the perimeter of the deck. I inhaled deeply, enjoying their sweet fragrance that filled the warm summer air. Soft lighting from the paper lanterns dangling overhead and the fairy lights wound around the trees in huge pots I had planted only a week ago added a whimsical touch.

  I leaned against the wall, arms folded over my chest, and watched as a tall redhead who was in charge of the catering team lit the candles in the hurricane vases. She kept glancing at me, her curiosity clearly getting the better of her.

  I made a mental note to thank my personal assistant for doing such an excellent job of organizing most of the decor. Wilson was the only other person on the planet who knew about my arrangement with Montana, and for the hefty salary I paid him, I expected him to carry my secret to the grave. I trusted him, but I was no fool; I’d made sure he was tied up with a watertight confidentiality agreement that if ever breached meant the man would pretty much never find another job in the USA. Yeah, maybe it was extreme, but I wasn’t taking chances.

  “Thank you,” I said to the busty redhead as she gathered her team and sent them away to the van. “Your service has been excellent.”

  She held out a business card, and as I took it, she laid a hand on my arm and smiled up at me, her dark brown eyes filled with lust and an invitation. “If your lucky date doesn’t arrive, that card has my personal number on it. Call me—I guarantee I can be of even better service.” She leaned in closer, brushing her tits against my chest, and spoke into my ear while her fingers ran down my chest. “Call me anyway. I’d love to play with your cock.”

  I chuckled softly and read her card. Red Lancaster. Catering Manager.

  Ballsy. Smoking hot. Definitely not shy.

  If I didn’t already have a fuck buddy, she’d be great. But there was only one woman on my mind tonight, and I had to get rid of Red in the next five minutes or risk her bumping into Montana.

  I removed her hand from where it had rested on my chest and was moving down toward my package. “Sorry, but my cock already has plans for tonight. You gotta get out of here. Now.”

  Disappointment flitted across her face. She lifted her chin and met my gaze.

  “There aren’t many men who turn my services down, you know. I hope she’s a good fuck and that she’s worth missing out on me.”

  Wow. Talk about direct. I’d had many women flirt with me on a daily basis, but this one meant business. “Listen, sweetheart, this woman is worth every fucking second of my time, and she’ll be here any minute. You’ve done a great catering job, but I need you to leave now. I won’t be calling you any time soon.” I shrugged and handed the card back to her. “Just the way it is.”

  “Your loss,” she hissed, crumpling the card in her fist before disappearing down the stairs, huffing.

  Fuck. That was exactly the reason I liked the arrangement with Montana. No fucking drama.

  Chapter 11 — Montana

  If there was one thing I hated with a passion, it was running late. But that evening, everything seemed to conspire to delay me. First it was choosing the right dress; I changed three times until I was happy with what I was wearing. Ironically, I was fully aware that I’d most likely be out of the dress in the first ten m
inutes after arriving. Levi had a voracious appetite for sex, and sometimes when we’d missed a night because one of us was away on a business trip, we’d practically rip one another’s clothes off and fuck like wild animals the first time we met up again.

  Thankfully, I’d been to the beauty salon a day earlier and been waxed, plucked, and pampered from head to toe already. The things women go through to be beautiful. But it was totally worth it. I loved how silky soft my skin was and I knew that Levi appreciated when my pussy was smooth.

  I had no doubt that tonight would be a fuckfest of epic proportions, and I could honestly not wait to see him. For some strange reason, lately my mind kept drifting to him more than usual, and I found myself missing him so much the night before that I nearly rang him for a quick get-together. In the end, I just rang to hear his voice. Even he was surprised because I never called if it wasn’t strictly about business. It was just too dangerous, and frankly, something I’d never had the need to do before.

  I’d splurged on new underwear—a black satin and lace bra and matching panties and suspender belt. I twirled in front of the mirror, pleased that I’d done the seven-day cleansing diet everyone in the office raved about. Not that I had extra weight to get rid of; I just wanted to feel healthier and more energized, and I noticed that my hair and skin were glowing, too.

  Carefully applying liquid eyeliner with an upward sweep at the outer corners, I waited for it to dry before I applied lashings of mascara to accentuate the blue of my eyes. Running my fingers over the row of lipsticks in the top drawer, I selected a dark crimson red. I was going all out tonight to look my best. I leaned in closer to the mirror as I outlined my lips, then filled it in with the vibrant color. Pleased, I smacked my lips together and smiled at my reflection.

  Thirty-three.

  Damn, I wasn’t getting younger. Narrowing my eyes, I studied my features critically for a few moments under the harsh bathroom lights. Thankfully I’d stayed out of the sun most of my life, and I could only spot a few creases at the corners of my eyes. Nothing to get paranoid about. It showed that I was real, that I’d lived a good life. It hadn’t always been like that, so to me, laughter lines were a blessing.

  These years were supposed to be the prime of my life, and I intended to squeeze every bit of joy and fun out of them. I had a fantastic career, a few awesome friends, and I’d just purchased my own apartment. I had money in the bank, and on top of it all, a gorgeous man to take care of my carnal needs.

  Yeah, as I said before—I was a lucky, lucky girl.

  I was on track to meet and exceed my goals. I’d ticked every single item off my ambitious five-year plan two years early. How many people could boast such an achievement?

  A small frown sat between my brows.

  Tick tock.

  Tick tock.

  My biological clock was ticking away, and although I’d decided years ago that I never wanted kids, I couldn’t help the panic that pushed up into my throat at the thought of getting older. The tiniest fraction of doubt entered my mind as images of mini Levi’s ran through my mind. God, the man would make beautiful babies.

  No, Montana. You’re losing your shit, girl.

  It’s not an option. It never was.

  He’s just a fuck buddy, remember? Levi wouldn’t want babies with me either. Our setup worked for us, so why change anything? What we had was exactly what I’d always wanted.

  Then why did I have this empty hole in the deepest part of my heart? What the hell did it mean?

  I shook my head and walked to the closet filled with designer clothes I could afford because of my great career. This. This is real.

  I took a deep breath and let my rational mind take over. Pulling myself together, I ignored the uneasy feeling in my gut and slipped the red dress I’d saved for a special occasion over my head.

  Money. Pretty things. Being a rising star in the business world. What the fuck more could a girl want, right?

  Some people would call me shallow, and maybe I was to some extent. But things didn’t make demands like people did and they were a hell of a lot safer to manage. I’d always believed that was what would make me happy, yet I couldn’t pretend that they were.

  Those very same things, while lovely to own, left me feeling hollow and unfulfilled and I couldn’t place my finger on the reason.

  Maybe because I was afraid of the truth?

  Chapter 12 – Levi

  Back in the loft, I paced the spacious room in bare feet. Where the hell was Montana? It was seventeen minutes passed the time she was supposed to be there already.

  Hell, she was never late.

  Maybe something had happened. I checked my phone for messages.

  Nothing.

  Maybe she’d changed her mind. But no, she wouldn’t just ditch me, would she?

  Grabbing hold of the remote, I turned the music down a notch and listened for a moment. I couldn’t believe how rattled and unhinged I felt just because Montana hadn’t arrived. I’d become so accustomed to her always being there that for a moment, panic rose in my chest at the thought of her not showing up.

  Were those her heels clicking on the concrete floor? I glanced up at the clock. Twenty-six minutes late. Damn. I might give her a spanking just for making me worry.

  A sharp rap on the wooden door surprised me. Why wasn’t Montana using her key? Since I was in fact lurking close to the door, I pulled it open with a jerk.

  Standing in front of me was the redhead, her hair loosened and falling over her shoulders, the top three buttons of her shirt undone so that I couldn’t miss her ample cleavage. Red wasn’t fucking around; she’d already worked out that tits were my thing.

  “Hey, handsome.” She pushed past me into the entrance, blowing a bubble with her gum and letting it pop. “I decided to take my chances. Seems your lady friend isn’t coming after all, and I’d hate to see all that great food go to waste. Sorry I’m still in my working clothes, but I have a feeling I won’t need them for much longer anyway.”

  “Um . . . what?” I said, looking back toward the elevator and stairwell for signs of Montana.

  Red reached out and grabbed hold of my hand and placed it on her chest. “I’m pretty sure these babies won’t disappoint. And looking at you, I know for a fact your cock is to die for, so why not have fun with me tonight, baby?”

  “Whoa! Mon . . . um, my girlfriend is just running late.” I withdrew my hand and shoved it along with the other one into my pockets just to be safe.

  The redhead wrinkled her nose at me. “Bullshit. According to Wilson, she’s never late; that’s why I had to guarantee him that we could be in and out within twenty minutes. I had to put on an extra person just for you, baby, so we could get it all done in time. Well, I guess it’s her loss, after all.” Red placed her arms around my neck and sniffed. “Jesus, you smell good. Like sex. Lucky for you I’m here, baby, or you’d have blue balls. Can’t wait for you to fuck me on that gigantic bed.”

  “Hey, cut it out. Are you fucking crazy?”

  She leaned backward so that she could look up at me with wide eyes. “What? No, I’m not crazy. Just horny.” She licked her lips. “Very horny and ready to be fucked blind by a hunk like you.”

  “Red, I already told you I’m not interested.” I grabbed hold of her wrists and pulled her arms off me, then shoved her toward the door. “I want you to leave right now. Be a good girl and go before I call security.”

  She looked up at me with her mouth half open as if I were the crazy person. “You’re really saying no to pussy? What, did I miss something?” Her brow knitted. “Are you gay? Jesus, I can’t believe it. All the best guys in New York are fucking gay!”

  “Yes, that’s right. I’m gay. Wilson just told you this setup is for a woman because my lover is quite a sensitive type of man.” I held my palms up and shrugged. “New-age and all that stuff.”

  It didn’t take Red long to recalculate. “Fuck me. How about a threesome then? I love sucking cock, and two would be amazi
ng. I can be the meat in the sandwich . . . it’s always been a fantasy of mine.”

  Christ. This bitch had no filter. She just didn’t get the message. I was about to throttle her and throw her out the window.

  The clicking of heels coming toward us caught my attention. I jerked my head in the direction of the sound. All the breath in my lungs left my body.

  Montana.

  Looking sexy as fuck.

  A red dress that left very little to the imagination. Killer heels. All for me.

  Fuck.

  I was mesmerized by the way her hips swayed as she walked. My cock throbbed with appreciation. How the hell does she do that to me?

  She stopped in her tracks, her mouth gaping when she spotted Red clinging to my arm. Without a word, she pivoted on her heels and stormed back toward the open elevator. Even though we’d discussed it before that if we ever were in a situation that was risky or just plain off, we’d get the hell out as fast as we could, I didn’t like it one bit now that it was happening. Damn the horny redhead.

  “No, wait!” I called after Montana, afraid to use her name out loud. “Don’t go. I can explain.”

  Jesus. That sounded like the oldest cliché in the book. If I weren’t so afraid she’d get away without giving me a chance to exonerate myself, I’d laugh.

  “That’s your girlfriend? Montana? I thought you were gay.”

  I didn’t hang around to answer. The elevator doors closed and Montana was gone. Fuck.

  I bolted down the stairwell, taking two steps at a time. I had to stop her. If I didn’t get to her straight away, my chances would be blown. Montana didn’t give second chances. She’d made that very clear from the beginning. No way did I want this fucked up by a stupid misunderstanding.

  As I reached the bottom of the stairs before the elevator opened, my brain caught up with me.

  Does Red know Montana? She’d said her name, which meant she recognized her. Christ, this was getting more fucked up by the second.

  The elevator doors opened and a flustered Montana stood against the back wall of the car, a deep frown on her face while she bit into her lower lip.