The Billionaire and the Assistant: Eli's story (The Billionaires Book 3)

by Gisele St. Claire

  The minute we were through her door, we were pulling the clothes off one another. It had been so many weeks since I’d been inside her and I needed to fuck her hard. The predator inside me wanted to mark her and let her know she was mine. Stripped down to her underwear I grabbed hold of her panties and ripped them clean off her body. Then I threw her on the couch and placed my own naked body over hers. She placed her hands under her back and unclasped her bra. I helped her out of it and threw it to the floor. Her body was illuminated by the light from the street coming in through the window, bathing her in a warm glow. I sucked a breast into my mouth before biting on her nipple.

  “Oh, I missed this.” She said. “I need you inside me.”

  I had no intention of disappointing her and anyway my cock was straining at the leash. Settling myself between her thighs, I pushed inside her. She was wet for me and as I eased my dick in slowly, her pussy accepted it all.

  “Greedy girl.” I whispered in her ear and I saw her shiver as my cold breath tickled against her flesh.

  “Fuck me,” she said.

  I slid almost all the way back out of her and then I slammed back in. Alex screamed with delight.

  “Harder. Fuck me hard.”

  I increased the pressure and repeated my motions, pulling almost all the way back out, teasing her as if I wouldn’t enter her again and then plunging back within her soaking wet depths. Soft mewls came from her mouth and then I was done for, increasing my speed and thrusting for all I was worth until I felt the tremors of her climaxing pussy pulse around my cock and bring with it my own orgasm, my cum spurting inside her.

  I collapsed against her chest. Our pants audible in the otherwise quiet room.

  “So, I don’t stay over on a third date.” I told her. “That would be moving a little fast for me.”

  “Okay, I’d hate to scare you off.” Alex laughed. “But before you go, can we do it again?”

  Chapter 13

  18 December – one year after the first wedding

  Alex

  Eli had stuck to his word and we had dated slowly. It was so much better than the franticness that had accompanied our rash travel to Vegas. We were lucky that news of our wedding had not been shared by our friends to the outside world and they’d respected our decision to keep it that way.

  But today, back to Vegas we went, because it was our anniversary of that first eventful wedding and Eli wanted us to visit there again.

  “This is the same suite.” I told him. “I hope you don’t plan on us getting married and annulled again. It’s not an annual event.”

  “That’s not why we’re here. Don’t worry.” He said.

  We were in the Lago restaurant at the Bellagio.

  “Wow the view is amazing from up here.” I told Eli.

  He gazed at me, “Yes, I’m in total agreement.” A bottle of champagne was brought to our table and Eli thanked them.

  “Are you happy, Alex?” He asked me. A look of vulnerability crossing his face. “With me, with us?”

  “I’m very happy.” I told him.

  “Well, you’ve made me the happiest man in the world,” he replied. “You’ve taught me so much about myself, about relationships. You make me a better man, Miss Cross.”

  Tears filled my eyes. “I love you, Mr. King. I can’t imagine a life without you in it.”

  He moved out of his chair, dropping to his knees and removing a box from his pocket. He opened the box revealing a diamond solitaire.

  It went unspoken that the first time around we’d not had time to get an engagement ring before we’d rushed headlong into the marriage.

  “Will you marry me, Alex.” He said. “Exactly twelve months from today?”

  I nodded. “Yes. Yes, I will.”

  As he slipped the ring onto my finger, fireworks exploded from outside the window and what I’d not noticed to be a curtain backdrop at the back of the restaurant, fell to reveal family and friends.

  “Oh my God, you flew everyone out here?”

  “I’m a billionaire, baby. I do these things.” He laughed. “And of course, my daughter is excellent at organizing a fantastic party.”

  Brianna, who had rushed over to hug me in congratulations, turned to her father. “You got it, Daddy. Waiting list a mile long for my magic touch.”

  She whispered in my ear. “I’m so pleased you guys worked things out. You were meant for each other.”

  “Thank you.” I said. “Now do you have time in that busy schedule to arrange our wedding?”

  “Honey, I’m already on it.” She laughed. “My assistant will be in touch with your assistant when we get back.”

  “In other words you’ll ring me at work?”

  “You betcha.” She winked and moved aside for other people to congratulate us.

  18 December – two years after the first wedding

  Eli

  The first time we’d tried this I didn’t have a single nerve. This time around it was fair to say that I was scared half to death. What if she changed her mind and didn’t show? Then the music started playing and she appeared. She walked up towards me on her father’s arm and he gave her to me with a nod and a wink. A reassurance that everything was going to be okay.

  Alex’s dress floated around her body in shimmering waves. Her short blonde hair was topped with a veil and a tiara. She looked a vision.

  She stood at the side of me and we said our vows and I knew deep inside that this was the woman I’d spend the rest of my life with.

  Alex

  Second time around our wedding was everything I’d ever dreamed of and I knew for sure Eli was the love of my life. Some people can enjoy whirlwind romances but for us that just hadn’t worked. We’d spent a long time in a working relationship and we needed the patience to learn what we were like as people, not as colleagues.

  I’d become firm friends with Aidan’s girlfriend Lori, who was our official wedding photographer. I made her put her camera down and then I threw my bouquet, making sure it landed in her arms. Aidan winked at her and she smiled, placing the flowers near him and picking her camera back up to get to work. Little did she know that tomorrow Aidan was going to propose.

  I walked out onto the terrace of the hotel to catch a little fresh air and soon heard my husband’s voice from behind me. “Everything okay?”

  “Everything’s fantastic. I’m just a little tired.” I told him.

  “It’s been a long day.” He replied. “Now, Mrs. King, “Would you like to know where I’m taking you on honeymoon?”

  I opened the envelope to discover we were going to the Caribbean. “Just you, me and relaxation, baby.”

  “Yeah.” I took his arm. “About that sentence. You need to change it to ‘just you, me, baby, and relaxation.”

  He stared at me.

  “You mean?” I took his hand and placed it on my stomach. “It’s very early. I’m a week late but I’ve done a few tests. We’re pregnant.”

  He lifted me off my feet and then I slowly slipped back down in his embrace, sliding right next to his body.

  “I won’t fuck this up, I promise.” He told me.

  “I know.”

  He kissed me hard and passionately and the presence of the other guests melted away.

  15 August the following year

  Eli:Alex gave birth at 3:45 am. Son, Damian Alexander, 7lb 8oz. Mom and baby doing well. Father besotted. Big sister enthralled.

  Aidan: Hey dude. Congrats on the birth of Damian. You know this is all down to me, don’t you? You’d still be dithering around the office if it wasn’t for our bet. You’re welcome.

  Eli:You’re such a smartass…and no doubt, correct.

  “You can put that phone away now, Elias King, your son’s nappy wants changing.” I informed him. He hung up and went off to the nursery, our son firmly in his arms.

  “How are you feeling about all this?” I asked Brianna.

  “I’m okay. Dad said he did all this kind of thing with me. It was when I w
as around eight the shit show started. I’ll book a therapy session in for when Damian’s eight and dad still likes him.”

  I stroked her arm. Thank you for being here, you were a great help at the birth.

  “It was my pleasure. What an amazing thing to watch my baby brother being born. I’m planning on moving to Manhattan. Work is bringing me here most of the time now and I want to see as much as I can of my brother.”

  “Well, you’re more than welcome to stay here.”

  “No, I’ll leave you lovebirds to it. I’m going to look for a place of my own.”

  “You’ll never look back.” I told her. “I don’t intend to.” She replied. “It’s time to look to the future and my own happiness.”

  I embraced my stepdaughter.

  “So, once you’re feeling better are we going to have a night on the town?” She asked me.

  “You bet. Your dad can babysit.” I told her, watching him return from the nursery, cooing at Damian. “I don’t think it’ll be a problem.”

  THE END

  Alex

  Chapter 1

  Alex

  I stepped out of my house that morning, breathing in the crisp air that blew across the rolling hills of this part of Kentucky and closed my eyes, savoring the moment for just a second more. There was plenty to do around the ranch today, but I wanted to take a minute more to revel in the stillness of this most remote part of the ranch.

  My father knew what he was doing when he gave me land in this area of the ranch. It was no secret that I was the most hermit like of all the Killarny brothers. I just had my own way of doing things and my preference for how I lived out here. Even though I was close to each of my brothers in one way or another, I was the one who tended to prefer retiring to my own house for the evening or any time that I wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle that followed them all around. It seemed like wherever you found more than one of us gathered together it either turned into a friendly argument or a wrestling match.

  It was simply that we liked to poke fun at one another. My mother had been very patient with us all, but I knew that while she was alive, we had caused her an awful lot of grief. She had tried tirelessly to keep us all out of trouble and aside from a few drunken nights spent in county lockup we had stayed out of any kind of major drama for the length of our adult lives. We had all been a worry to her, and I thought about that on occasion, how she wanted us all to be happy and how many times I had heard her pray for that.

  Now my mother was gone, and things on the ranch hadn't been the same since her death. We were all moving on in our own ways, and things had changed even further when my father had decided to pick up his things and move to Puerto Rico. It hadn't been too much of a shock to me. I knew my father was struggling to get past my mother's death, and the best way for him to do it would be to get as far away from the thing that most reminded him of her -- the ranch that the two of them had made their own after the death of my grandfather.

  Killarny Estate spread out across the vast expanse of green hills in this part of the state. Perfect for raising horses, my family had carved out their place in the industry over a hundred years ago and continued to raise some of the fastest and most sought after thoroughbreds in the country and all over the world. You never knew who might call the office to inquire about a Killarny horse. We had seen some princes and sheiks visiting our estate in the years when we had our most distinguished horses breeding new foals every year.

  The breeding had been what my father was most passionate about and in the years when my mother was battling cancer it had taken a backseat to her health. Now that we were back to our normal state of things, at least as normal as things could be without my father and mother overseeing the operation, we were expecting more foals, and we had reached the time of the year when we would need to start checking our mares for possible pregnancy. And that was the thing on my to do list for this particular day.

  I closed the door behind me and headed up the road. It was about a half mile to the main barn from my house, and I enjoyed the walk. Even though I preferred being on a horse, I didn't really see any need in building my own stables like some of my brothers had at their own homes. To me, it was nice to maintain the sense of being out away from the rest of the world. I had a lot of pasture lands around me where some of our wild horses from the Dakotas were kept, and out the back of my house was where the woods started and things became a deep, dark thicket the further in you went. That was all Killarny land as well, a portion of it that had been set aside and would never be cleared, at least as far as any of us were concerned because it provided a nice buffer between our estate and the other ranch that was the nearest to us.

  Walking up the road to the barn I caught sight of my niece Emma on her horse Saoirse. It was clear that she had not seen me there when I saw what she was about to do. Emma leaned in and urged her horse on, and together they bounded over a fence -- a fence that was absolutely not intended for jumping. I knew better than to shout out because it would spook the horse, and at that point, there was no need. The two of them had already cleared the fence and Emma was patting her horse on the head, telling her what a good job she had done. I was up behind the two of them before she noticed me there.

  "So, Emma. Does your dad know you're practicing your jumps back here?"

  Startled, my young niece turned around to face me, her cheeks burning red and her eyes going wide.

  "Uncle Alex! Oh...please don't tell dad. He'll ground me if he knows I was back here jumping."

  The girl looked legitimately afraid of being told she couldn't ride her horse for a week, the same as I would have been if I had been grounded at her age. Riding horses had been life for me just like it was for Emma and I had done much wilder things than jumping fences. There was a memory of crossing a ravine that stuck out to me in particular.

  "Promise me you aren't going to do it again?" I asked, trying to make my tone sound as serious as possible, but I didn't really have the paternal sternness that her dad, my oldest brother Pete, always managed to use.

  "Promise. I'll wait until my lessons." She answered affirmatively.

  I nodded. "Good. But if I catch you again you know I'll have to tell your dad about it." I hoped that she wouldn't take that word of caution the same way I would have at her age. That sort of thing would have meant, "Don't get caught."

  She smiled and nodded at me. "Deal." Emma led her horse back around and through the pasture and I headed on my way to the barn, making a mental checklist of the things I needed to accomplish on this particular day.

  I needed to give the vet a call and see when they could come out to do pregnancy checks on the mares. It was a task that we sometimes handled ourselves, but was best left to the professionals. Doc Halloran had always been the one to service our horses and check up on the wild herd out back, but he had recently retired, and there was a new vet setting up shop at his practice. He had assured everyone that the new vet was going to be able to take care of us all just the same and I took his word for it. The man had been in the business of caring for race horses longer than I had been alive...and possibly even longer than my father. He was in his 80s, and it was well past time for him to hang up his hat. I trusted that the man knew what he was up to hiring the new vet that would take over for him and continue working with all of the nearby ranches, but I knew that some of the older generation would have an issue with it. They always took issue with something new changing up what they were used to as the norm.

  The barn door squeaked as I opened it and I made a note to grab some WD-40 the next time I was in town. Otherwise, it wouldn't get done. It was the sort of thing I could assign to one of the hired hands to make sure it happened, but if I left it up to one of my brothers to notice it, then it would be forever before it was taken care of. Pete was too busy with the business side of things, and I couldn't really blame the man for that. Taking care of his daughter and maintaining his new relationship was enough work for any one man. I didn't cut my young
er brothers as much slack, but everyone knew that Jake was up to his own thing and the twins were always off doing as they pleased as soon as their work was done. Stephen and Sam were living up to their reputations as the youngest, and while I knew I could ask them to do something, they'd rather be off chasing tail than running errands for me. I was always the one who noticed the details and paid attention to the smallest changes around the ranch. I wasn't sure if it was a good thing or if I was slipping into my father's OCD ways since he was no longer around to monitor the day to day running of the ranch.

  I grabbed the small notebook from the breast pocket of my shirt and started tallying the mares that we needed to have checked. They were spread out across the three barns, and it was going to take me a while to count which ones had been with a stallion in the past few weeks. We kept meticulous records on which mares had been with which stallions, but there had been an incident about a month ago with Nevada Rebel, one of our more cantankerous stallions, jumping a fence and getting into a group of mares before anyone could stop him. I tried to keep a close watch on that, and most of our breeding was intentional given the nature of what we did. Accidents happen though, and if any of the mares that had been in the group that Nevada Rebel had infiltrated turned out to be pregnant, then we were going to have to spring for the DNA testing once they foaled. It was pricey but a requirement for breeding purposes. No one would be willing to purchase a horse whose lineage couldn't be confirmed.

  As I made my way to the second barn, my brother Jake caught up with me; saddle slung over his shoulder. He wiped the sweat from his brow, and I could see that he had already been up to some work that morning.