San Antonio's Finest Eligibles

by Tee, Marian

  It was when she heard him unzipping himself that she opened her eyes, and as their gazes met, he said very simply, "Your turn, baby."

  Her heart lurched even as arousal licked her body back into life, and every part inside her that could quiver did so. Her hand shook as she reached for his engorged cock, and moisture began to pool between her legs as its silken weight settled on her palm.

  It was steel encased in satin, and it was so vibrantly alive, almost like it had a mind of its own with the way it twitched and pulsed in reaction to the drift of her fingers.

  Logan could barely get any oxygen inside his lungs as he watched Tilly tentatively play with his cock with such innocent curiosity. That she was a novice to all this was easily revealed by the way she touched him, but her inexperience only served to make him want her more.

  He couldn't help tensing as she slowly bent her head.

  She was killing him, dammit.

  And then she was stroking his cock, its head nudging against her soft, firm lips, and a low, rough growl escaped him.

  So fucking hot.

  Her mouth closed around his cock.

  Nirvana.

  She began to suck. He began to pant.

  He fisted her hair, an unintentional imitation of the way she had gripped his head earlier, and as blood rushed to his head, he found himself directing the movement of her head and the speed in which it bobbed up and down. A part of him was simply waiting for her to complain and protest, but instead she only sucked harder under the commanding motion of his hands, and it had his passion spiraling out of control.

  God, any fucking time now.

  His own hips began to move, Logan practically grinding his cock against her face, and instead of crying out, she responded by reaching up to grip his ass.

  And then she was squeezing his butt before using it to pull him closer, and his cock slid all the way down to her throat.

  FUCK.

  "Let go, baby." Logan tried yanking out before it was too late, but her fingernails only clawed deep into his ass, her mouth sucking harder on his cock—-

  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  A harsh, wordless groan escaped him as he began to come. Harder than he could remember coming in fucking ages. Spilling more than he could ever remember ejaculating.

  So fucking hot.

  His cock twitched and spurted inside the lovely warmth of her mouth, his hips banging against her face, but not once did she let go, her lips still firmly closed around his member as all of his cum streamed down her throat.

  When it was all over, and she had swallowed the last fucking drop from him, Logan saw the way her tongue traced the outline of her mouth, as if wanting to savor the taste, and he could only bite back a groan. Too fucking hot. So much so that he could no longer help himself.

  Tilly had just started to pull back when the billionaire suddenly reached for her, and she was too stunned to react as she suddenly found himself on his lap, the hard wall of his chest against her back, and the scent of his cologne tantalizing her senses.

  As the billionaire's arms closed around her, he nuzzled her neck and murmured to her ear, "You were amazing, babe."

  The words were completely unexpected, and she could feel her entire body responding involuntarily: cheeks flushing, heart racing, toes curling.

  In all honesty, she truly didn't think she had done anything amazing; at the end of the day, she had simply returned the favor, pleasuring him as he had pleasured her, and it wasn't like she was this expert at giving blowjobs.

  And yet...

  He seemed so strangely into her. Even now, the man couldn't seem to help touching her, with the way his fingers gently stroked her hair and how his lips alternated between nipping her neck and licking her ear.

  Almost like he was petting her, Tilly realized, and the thought had her feeling faint. It was just so surreal and insane for this man to want her.

  Her.

  Tilly "Not Particularly Attractive" Wakefield.

  She was that kind of her, and he was that kind of him, and it just didn't make sense—-

  Oh!

  He had suddenly turned her around on his lap, and her startled gaze collided with his.

  "Come to my room tonight." The billionaire's voice was harsh with desire, and it just made her feel even dizzier with the sheer absurdity of it. Why did this man want her—-

  "Tilly." The impatient growl in his name made her realize she had taken too long to answer, and that was then she saw the trace of agitation in his eyes.

  Oh dear Lord.

  How could this beautiful man even think there was the slightest possibility she wouldn't want to have sex with him?

  Logan jerked in surprise when Tilly suddenly looped her arms around his neck, and he couldn't help tensing as she leaned back so she could look straight into his eyes...just as her rosebud lips curved into a mischievous smile.

  "Just try and stop me."

  Chapter Nine

  An earlier call from Devon Montgomery had Logan reluctantly taking a detour at his friend's house, where the rest of their friends had apparently gathered for an impromptu dinner. After taking Tilly's hand, he needed no escort to lead them directly to the dining room, having been a guest at the Montgomery family ranch since he was a kid.

  "Finally!" The cheerful greeting came from Hilary, who had immediately risen from her seat to welcome the couple. Introductions peppered with hugs and kisses were exchanged, and as always, he couldn't help feeling slightly disconcerted at this new picture of domesticity that all of his friends were now a part of.

  Devon and Hilary now had two-year-old Jamie, Sean and Isla had their one-year-old Izzy, Nick and Bee had their eight-month-old twins, and even Charlotte looked quite maternal as she chatted with Danny, Nick's son from a previous relationship.

  A nanny had come in with a sleepy-looking Liam, but the toddler's face immediately brightened as soon as he saw his uncle.

  "Logan!"

  It was Tilly's first time to see the billionaire and his nephew together, and they made an incredibly lovely sight, with the little one chortling as Logan had the toddler riding his shoulders before pretending to lose his balance and turning the whole thing into an exciting roller-coaster-like experience.

  Just one look at them, and it was so obvious that Logan already loved his nephew like a son. And yet in the contract they signed with Heart's Match, the billionaire had made it seem like Liam was nothing but a hindrance to him.

  Self-denial at its finest, Tilly concluded, and who could blame him really? The breakdown of his parents' marriage had understandably scarred the billionaire, but hopefully, someday, she'd be able to break enough walls around his heart, even if it was just to let little Liam in.

  Dinner was served soon after, with Liam seated in a high chair between the two of them. The conversation flowed easily, with the womenfolk determined to make their newest member feel welcomed and comfortable.

  Liam needed to have his nappy changed by the time Devon proposed they move to the balcony for some coffee, and when Tilly excused herself to take Liam back up to the nursery, she could feel the billionaire's gaze following her as she headed up the stairs.

  She was tempted to tease him about missing her too soon, but remembering that they weren't alone made Tilly change her mind.

  What a strange man Logan Hardwall was, Tilly mused while giving Liam a thorough wash. He could have any woman in the world, and yet it was her the billionaire wanted.

  Then again, this could just be a temporary thing, and he only wanted her because he thought of her as a novelty for some reason. The time might still come when he'd realize he no longer desired her, and if that ever happened...

  Just imagining such a scenario made her heart hurt, but Tilly swiftly reminded herself not to be greedy. As long as Billie was safe and healthy, she could and would bear anything and everything.

  Liam, exhausted by the hours of play he enjoyed with the other children, was fast asleep by the time she finished changing him
, and Tilly gently lowered him to the crib before turning around to dispose of the toddler's soiled diaper.

  The door to the nursery opened a moment later, with Logan walking inside without her being aware of it.

  The lifestyle of the rich and famous, Tilly thought absently while washing her hands, was really something ordinary people couldn't ever begin to comprehend until they experienced it for themselves. She had heard about wealthy people having multiple guestrooms in their home, but who would've imagined that they'd also have guest nurseries, too?

  Stepping out of the washroom, Tilly was startled to see Logan standing by the crib and gazing down at the sleeping Liam.

  "Hey," she whispered.

  He turned to her, and she was once again struck by how devastatingly handsome he was. Was this man truly her husband?

  The billionaire crooked a finger at her, and she nearly smiled. Arrogant to a fault, but since he looked so much sexier because of it, she wasn't going to complain. She walked towards him, but as soon as she was close enough for him to reach, the billionaire's fingers curled around her wrist—-

  Oh!

  She was suddenly yanked into his arms, and her startled gasp was lost in the passionate heat of the billionaire's kiss. Her toes curled hard, and she had to struggle not to cry out loud as he sucked on her lower lip hungrily before kissing all the way down to the side of her neck while his hands roamed her body.

  He started kneading her breasts, and her teeth sank into her lower lip in a desperate effort to keep her from making any noise. She could feel her tits swelling and ache, and when he tweaked her nipples, she had to quickly cover her mouth lest her gasps wake his nephew.

  Shaking her head in protest, she tried pushing him away, worried of what would happen if she lost control, but the billionaire only responded by forcing her to move back until he had her trapped between him and the cold, hard wall behind her.

  One hand pinched her nipple hard, and her body buckled. His other hand reached for the hem of her dress, and her eyes widened. He started inching it up, and her eyes widened. Cold air began to tease her bare skin. From her knees, to her thighs, and OH MY GOD, how could she have forgotten she had no panties on?

  Logan reluctantly let go when Tilly's struggles became too insistent to ignore. "What is it?"

  "You can't touch me here," she protested under her breath.

  "Why not?"

  She could only stare at him, unable to believe he was seriously asking such a question, when he hadn't even bothered to lock the door and anyone could've walked in on them. "You're really used to women letting you get away with anything, aren't you?"

  "You really think I'd answer that honestly," he returned blandly, "considering how much I want to fuck you?"

  Tilly pretended to pout. "At least say you've never wanted any girl as much as you want me."

  "It's true."

  The billionaire's tone was disgruntled, and she had to quickly suppress a smile. Smiling up at him, she said gravely, "We can pick up where we left off as soon as we get home—-"

  She had barely finished speaking when the billionaire was already walking out of the nursery, telling her over his shoulder to get Liam ready, and Tilly was seriously torn between laughing and having a doctor check on Logan.

  Why did this man want her so?

  None of Logan's friends batted an eye when he told them that he and Tilly had to leave, and they were equally circumspect when the billionaire, as soon as Tilly joined them in the balcony, took Liam in his arms and then used his other free hand to hold Tilly's.

  In all the years they had known him, not once had Logan displayed such keen interest or attachment to any of the women he dated, and it was only when the couple had left did everyone start talking.

  Did you see that, Harry blurted out.

  He cares for her, doesn't he, Bee asked.

  I'd say he's already halfway in love with her, Sean asserted with a snort.

  And throughout it, Charlotte simply smiled in silent satisfaction. It was nice to know she still hadn't lost her touch, but she also knew she couldn't quite celebrate yet. It was only when Tilly officially became Mrs. Logan Hardwall that the real test would begin, and Logan would inevitably find himself having to choose between the secure future his ambition promised...and all the ups and downs that came with falling in love.

  Chapter Ten

  It was close to ten in the evening by the time they arrived back home, and Logan took hold of Liam before helping her out of the limousine. After, she insisted on carrying the toddler again, and the billionaire had to satisfy himself with an arm curled possessively around her waist.

  Anyone seeing them would've been forgiven for thinking they were a young couple with their firstborn rather than the nanny with her young charge and handsome boss, and it was exactly the case when they found a visibly-confused Billie seated at the top of the stairs.

  "Billie!" Tilly tried not to look guilty even as she self-consciously moved away from the billionaire. "Why are you still up?"

  "I was waiting for you."

  "But I specifically told you not to—-"

  The younger girl only shrugged, her curious gaze still on Logan. "Are you dating my sister?"

  Tilly choked. "Billie, what on earth—-"

  "Yes, I am."

  Her gaze flew to the billionaire in shock. What about the timeline? Weren't they supposed to stick to their timeline?

  "But you've only just met her," the girl pointed out suspiciously.

  "Things like this happen lightning-fast sometimes."

  Billie wrinkled her nose. "You mean like love?"

  "Oh my God, Billie—-" Tilly could've died of embarrassment with the way her sister was keeping the billionaire in the hot seat. "You don't have to answer that, Mr. Hardwall—-"

  "I don't see why I shouldn't," Logan said easily.

  "You don't?"

  But the billionaire's attention had already switched back to Billie.

  "It's not always love right away," Logan was saying carefully, "but I do care for your sister a lot, and I'd like to continue seeing her. It would make me very happy if you and Tilly become a part of my life - if you don't have any objections, that is?"

  A thoughtful expression crossed the girl's face. "Well...I'd be stupid if I did, right? I mean, your house is much bigger than my school."

  Logan nearly smiled.

  "You have more cars than we have shoes, too."

  What a mercenary little thing, the billionaire thought, but somehow he found himself more amused than offended, probably because the child was so being earnestly honest with the whole thing.

  "And you're not all wrinkly like Mr. Hodge—-"

  "Mary Billie Jean!"

  Seeing Tilly look like she was about to murder her on the spot right now, Billie realized it was time to go and said hurriedly, "It was nice talking to you, Mr. Hardwall. I've always wanted a big brother like you—-"

  "Oh, for the love of—-" Scheming little brat! The girl was actually playing the long game, making sure that the billionaire would know he'd end up breaking more than one heart if he ever stopped dating Tilly.

  "But I should really go now," Billie finished. "I still have school tomorrow. Night, Mr. Hardwall. Night, Tilly!" She studiously avoided her sister's gaze as she turned away and dashed back to her room.

  As soon as the younger girl was out of their view, Logan and Tilly turned to each other, speaking at the same time.

  "I'm so sorry—-"

  "I like your sister."

  Tilly's mouth opened and closed.

  "She's smart for her age," Logan commented.

  "Were you able to tell because of all those dollar signs in her eyes?"

  A grin tugged at the billionaire's lips even as he felt duty-bound to defend his sister-in-law, saying, "There's nothing wrong with being practical."

  Tilly wrinkled her nose, thinking it was just like the billionaire to see Billie's talent for manipulation in a positive light. "She's cunning, tha
t's what she is."

  "Perhaps strategic is a better word."

  She shot him a look. "You'd say that, of course. She really is more like your sister than mine in that sense."

  "I'll take that as a compliment."

  "You shouldn't."

  Anyone listening with their ear to the door might've assumed they were arguing, but in truth, Tilly's eyes were filled with mirth while the billionaire's dark gaze gleamed with amusement.

  Logan had never really spent time talking to any of his former mistresses, but even if he had, he doubted talking to them would have been any fun, considering how shallow and materialistic they had all been.

  Tilly, however, was different, and the reminder had Logan's silence turning from pensive to brooding as he watched Tilly move about the room, preparing for Liam's next scheduled feeding, checking the baby monitor, and using the intercom to call for the night nurse.

  All those other women would never have cared for Liam the way Tilly obviously did, and that was yet another way his mail-order bride was in a class all on her own compared to them.

  She was just too damn different, Logan thought tensely, in more ways than one, and that wasn't exactly something to celebrate, was it? At the end of the day, she was just the nanny he had the right to fuck because she was wearing his ring on her finger.

  He must never let himself forget that, and if staying in control meant denying himself the pleasure of having her in his bed...

  "Logan?"

  At the soft, husky murmur of his name, the billionaire turned towards her—-

  Click.

  Her hands were behind her back, and the telltale sound told him she had just locked the door.

  "The night nurse's sick, and I can't leave Liam alone."

  "I see." Logan told himself he wasn't disappointed. He had already decided against fucking her tonight, so this was exactly what he wanted.

  "But since there's a perfectly functional bed right next to you—-"

  Logan's head snapped towards the direction she was looking at, and yes, there was a bed, narrow enough just for one person, but he could make it work—-