Keeper (A Billionaire Romance)

by Belle Roberts

  I sat back down in the chair and sighed.

  “No, just have her come up. I’d rather hear the abuse than someone else down there from the press.”

  I waited for her to come up, wondering which scorned woman it could possibly be.

  Unusually, I hadn’t had sex in a while, so I knew for certain that it had to be someone pre-Kate, though it annoyed me that as two consenting adults you couldn’t sleep with a woman and then not see her again. Why did emotions and feelings and everything else in between have to get in the way? Why did women feel the need to claim me as their boyfriend after letting me have a taste of them?

  The door knocked and Helen walked in and smirked at me, her eyes trying to tell me something. I looked behind her at the woman who’d followed her in and my heart dropped. It was Kate.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked, surprised and shocked to see her. “I thought you were going to call?”

  She dropped her large suitcase onto the floor, and I saw Helen’s eyes follow it.

  “I’ll leave you both to it,” she said both confused and amused, closing the door behind her.

  “I had to see you to say it,” Kate said, her voice low.

  She watched me as I walked towards her, her uncontrollable thick light brown hair hanging loosely around her shoulders.

  “You couldn’t keep away?” I asked, feeling my anticipation building. “You believe in what I said.”

  She nodded, keeping her eyes focused on mine as I snaked my arm around her waist. Why did I love to touch her so much? What was it about this woman that made me addicted to feel her?

  She licked her lips, biting the corner of them, teasing me more than she knew.

  My fingers moved downwards and found the hem of her short summer dress and I moved my hand up the outside of her thigh.

  “Jonathan…” she whispered. “Anyone could come in here and…”

  “What did you have to say to me?” I asked, interrupting her and continuing my exploration of her skin.

  “Y…yes.”

  “Say it again.”

  “Yes! Yes I want to marry you! Yes I’ll do it!”

  I moved the strap of her dress out of the way and kissed her shoulder, the smooth skin igniting the fire inside me, and my other hand glided over her hip, the feel of it beneath my fingers making my manhood jump to life.

  “And you’ve thought about it?” I asked, my teeth grazing her collarbone on my journey to her lips.

  “Nothing but…”

  “So you’re absolutely certain?”

  She nodded as I guided her towards the couch, allowing me to take control of her and the moment.

  “Jonathan, I…”

  “Then let’s celebrate.”

  My lips found hers and I kissed her hungrily, arousal filling every part of my body. I knew I wanted her. I’d done nothing but think about having sex with her since I first saw her at the bar, but now, even as I tried to tell myself to hold back, I couldn’t. I couldn’t take my hands off her perfect body.

  She dropped to the couch and I pulled her panties down, letting my fingers touch her. She moaned against me, her eyes closed and head thrown back with pleasure.

  I kissed her neck, unsure how long I could hold off from entering her as all I wanted was to be inside her and feel her heat on me.

  Her fingers reached down to try and undo my belt, so I moved away and took it off, pulling my pants and underwear down.

  Her hands instinctively went to my erection, holding and massaging it, almost sending me over the edge.

  I buried my face against her skin and groaned, inhaling the smell of her perfume that only made me harder and want her more.

  “Do you want me inside you?” I breathed against her ear.

  She nodded.

  “Do you?” I pressed. I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted her to tell me.

  “Yes! Yes, I want you.”

  I reached for my pants and pulled out my wallet, removing a condom from it and ripping it open with my teeth. She stared up at me, her eyes full of lust as I slid it over my length. It gave me great satisfaction to know I was about to give her what she wanted.

  I watched her eyes as I thrust into her and she half sat up with the pleasure. I did it again, watching as I filled her with my length, watching the way her lips parted when she moaned.

  Her fingers ran up my back under my shirt and pulled at my skin.

  “Ah, Jonathan…” she whispered, as again my lips found hers and we kissed. I swallowed every sound she made until I pulled away, my rhythm building up.

  I reached down and held one of her full, natural breasts through the material of her dress, the touch sending instant shockwaves through my body.

  “Oh, God!” I called out, not caring that just beyond the wall and the door, my staff were. They most probably couldn’t hear me… us, but I didn’t want to stop and think about it. I didn’t want to lose momentum, and I felt the tension building up in my stomach, ready for release, only this time it was more powerful. I felt as though my body was on the verge of exploding with pleasure. I tried to slow it down, but my member spoke for itself, speeding up as I got closer and closer to climax.

  She must have sensed it and pulled me down so my face was inches from hers, nestled in the curve of her neck as I came hard, my body rocking uncontrollably, igniting the tremors in hers. I felt her close around me, her legs tightening over my back, and we shook and cried out together.

  I collapsed onto her, trying to catch my breath. We’d barely had a chance to finish when the intercom on my desk phone sounded.

  “Shit!”

  I pushed myself off her and grabbed around for my clothes.

  She sat up and reached for her panties, sliding them on quickly as the buzzer sounded again.

  I answered it as I pulled my underwear and pants up.

  “Hi, Helen! Hi! yes?”

  “Everything okay?”

  “Um, yes. Yeah, it’s fine.” I exchanged a glance with Kate who smiled back hazily, and even though I’d just had the best office sex of my life with her, she looked amazing, radiant and goddamn sexy.

  “Okay, good.” Helen paused. “I have Evan Jackson here?”

  In all my haste with Kate, I’d forgotten about the meeting.

  “Fine, I’m ready.” I lied, hoping I would have enough time to sort myself out before they got to my office, but the door opened just as I dropped the condom into the bin.

  Evan and Helen took one look at the normally immaculate couch, my un-tucked shirt and Kate fixing the straps of her dress with swollen red lips and awkwardly stepped backwards.

  “Bad timing?” Evan asked looking at me. “Sorry, Helen said to…”

  “No, perfect timing actually!”

  I went over to Kate, whose cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, and I put my arm around her waist.

  Helen eyed me suspiciously.

  “Have you got something to say Jonathan?” she asked, confused slightly.

  I took a deep breath, knowing that deep down I was doing the right thing. Once this news got out, there’d be no going back. The press would eat it up and every article would be about our nuptials. If we were going to announce it, now was a better time than ever.

  “Well, yes. Evan, Helen. There’s someone I want you to meet. This is Kate. She’s my fiancé.

  Kate

  I knew what they were thinking when he said it. I could see the way their eyes looked over my body and then back up to my face. They were confused and unsure if Jonathan was playing games with them because I wasn’t normally the type of women he would buy a drink for, let alone marry.

  “Hang on, let me get this straight,” the woman, Helen, said pointing at each of us in turn. “You mean you’re getting married?”

  “Correct.” Jonathan smiled beside me, his arm still around my waist protectively, and I envied his cool and calm manner.

  “As in, walking down the aisle, ‘I vow to be with you for the rest of my life,’ marrie
d?” she continued.

  Evan walked forwards and shook his hand.

  “Well, congrats man. That’s awesome! I’m happy for you. It’s great news!”

  Helen, on the other hand, wasn’t so easily impressed and she looked skeptically at me.

  “Jonathan, sorry, can I talk to you for minute?” she asked.

  “No time,” he said, leaving my side and seemingly oblivious to her bemused tone. “We’ve got a lot to get through. I’m getting married in four months.”

  Four months?

  I looked at him, shocked and he winked.

  “Helen, I need you to provide me with a list of the best wedding venues by the middle of next week, and can you book a hotel for Kate to stay whilst we have everything sorted. I also need some house movers for this afternoon to collect all of her belongings and move them to my place.”

  She scribbled the notes down on her pad furiously.

  “Which place?” she asked.

  He thought for a moment.

  “The house in the Hamptons—I think she’ll be happy there—and can you send for Carlton from the legal department?”

  I watched as he gave orders, his business side attracting me to him even more.

  I walked over to the window and waited while Helen went to get ‘Carlton’ and Jonathan exchanged words with Evan. I couldn’t help but feel a large weight lifted off my shoulders. If what he said was correct, in four months’ time I would be Mrs. Davenport. I’d finally belong to someone, somewhere, without all the drama and the headaches that a normal relationship would produce. I wanted security and a roof over my head and he wanted—I realized that I didn’t know what the hell he wanted—but I knew being married to a man whom you found sexually attractive and who woke parts of you up that had lain dormant for years didn’t seem too hard of a deal.

  The office door opened and an older gentleman walked through with a briefcase.

  “”Carlton, hi!” Jonathan walked towards him and they shook hands firmly. “Please, sit.”

  “Glad I can be of assistance to you both.”

  He walked over to the desk and sat down.

  “Right,” Evan said walking over towards me. Like Jonathan, he had an air of confidence about him and I knew that he couldn’t be short of female attention either. “I think it’s time I made an exit. Great to meet you and congratulations again.”

  “Thanks, I really appreciate it.”

  He kissed me on both cheeks and squeezed my shoulder.

  “Jonathan!” he called, pointing back at me. “You look after this one, okay? She’s a gem.”

  “Keep your hands off. I’m afraid she’s spoken for now!”

  They both laughed before Evan said his goodbyes and left the room and it was just the three of us left.

  My future husband, our lawyer, and me.

  “Just read this and then sign there. Both of you.”

  It had taken almost an hour to go through the pages of Jonathan’s marriage contract. There was a lot at stake for him, and we went through everything with a fine-toothed comb.

  My eyes skimmed the next section, reading over the words of what our marriage would entail, and it was all relevantly straightforward. Our marriage was exclusive, no outside relationships so to keep up the appearance of legitimacy, no revealing intimate or private details of married life to the press, and no prolonged, unexplained absences without the other’s knowledge or permission. It stated that throughout the marriage I would have access to my own current account with an allowance and a secondary black Amex card to which he will pay the balance each month. The contract was valid for a minimum of five years, and then I would have the option of leaving him and everything else behind with a parting payment of his choice or the option of renewing the contract.

  “As per your request, I didn’t add the section regarding intimacy, Mr. Davenport.”

  “Intimacy?” I asked, turning to him.

  Jonathan nodded.

  “It isn’t a requirement to satisfy my needs, it’s down to us and our connection.”

  He said the last part looking into my eyes, speaking to me, telling me that he already knew the sexual bond we had spoke volumes.

  Carlton handed us another page, breaking our gaze and I looked down at it.

  “What’s this part? The Wedding Clause?”

  He tilted his head to look at it.

  “This is just to say that at the start of the contract, well now, you acknowledge that this wedding and marriage is purely a business deal and there’s no intention or promise of love, emotional availability, or passion.”

  I paused, wondering if it was something that I really wanted to sign away—my right to real, heart-wrenching, over the top, warm, fuzzy love. The love that I had never been able to feel in my life. The kind of love that radiated from the books Erin filled the lounge with.

  I picked the pen up and looked at Jonathan. He’d already signed his name and his eyes were watching me expectantly.

  “I have one minor request.”

  Carlton nodded.

  “Depending on the type, it will take another day to add to the agreement.”

  “There’s no need to have it in writing, but I just want…”

  “Anything,” Jonathan whispered, his hand on my shoulder. “Just say it and I’ll give you anything you need, anything you want.”

  “I want to start and run my own not-for-profit foundation with your financial help.”

  I watched the large smile spread across his face and he kissed my shoulder, sending shivers across my body.

  “This is the reason why I knew you’d make an amazing wife for me. I’ll give you that and I’ll give you everything.”

  I picked the pen back up, sure of my decision, and signed the end of the contract.

  That was it. Jonathan and I were engaged, and even though I’d sworn off love, I couldn’t have been happier because in a few months, even though it was only a business deal, I’d finally have somewhere to call home and people to call my family. I was no longer going to be on my own and that filled me with a sense of hope and belonging that no one around me would ever understand.

  Jonathan’s lawyer took the contract from the table in front of me, and I watched as they both shook hands and spoke. The happiness on Jonathan’s face radiated around the room making me question for the first time if I was strong enough to do it.

  Was I really capable of marrying and having sex with a man that most women on the face of the earth found completely irresistible and not develop feelings for him? I knew I didn’t want a real relationship, but that was before we’d met, and if I really was so adamant that love was one hundred percent off limits with me then why did I suddenly feel sick to my stomach at the thought of our marriage one day ending and watching him walk away from me forever, or worse yet see him fall hopelessly in real love with someone else? Why did I suddenly feel as though I might have just made the biggest mistake of my life?

  Chapter Four

  Kate

  The ‘house’ in the Hamptons that Jonathan had me relocating to was anything but that, and I felt a small tingle of excitement in my stomach as James drove through the wrought iron gates that held his initials and onto the estate.

  “Wow,” I breathed, my face pressed against the window in awe, gazing out at the spectacular views of the sea to my side.

  “There’s the house just ahead,” James said, and I turned to look the other way, my breath catching instantly.

  It was beautiful—a large four-story mansion in white with pillars surrounding the large black door.

  We pulled up outside amongst a number of other cars, and James hurried around to my side to get the door before I forgot again.

  Jonathan was already there to greet me and he pulled my body close to his in such a winning performance that anyone watching us would really have believed we were in love.

  “Welcome to your new home,” he said, standing back from me so I could look inside. I followed him through the hall, and
I was in awe of my surroundings. I’d never in my whole entire life been in a house so grand, and now I lived in one.

  “I just… I’m…”

  He laughed and took my hand, guiding me through the rooms and pointing out certain things about each one, but I could barely concentrate. All I could think about was how my life was about to change more than I expected, and the fact that Jonathan’s hand had slowly made its way down from my back until it rested firmly against my backside.

  “How do you like it?” he asked, turning to me.

  “I love it!” I exclaimed, still lost for a better way to exclaim my feelings.

  He led me into his study and closed the door behind us, his face inches from mine.

  Two days had passed since our encounter on the couch in his office, and I could see from the look in his eyes and on his face that he’d been counting down the hours until we were alone again, waiting for a chance to have me all to himself. The thought of how much he wanted me filled me with excitement.

  “Did you miss me?” he asked, looking down from his towering height above me.

  I nodded. Not because I felt compelled to, but because it was true. Since we’d signed the contract, he’d been whisked away in a flurry of meetings and events and we hadn’t had a chance to talk about the sex we’d shared. I hadn’t had the chance to tell him that I wanted more.

  “Then I think you should take off your jeans,” he said huskily, his voice low.

  I thought about the busy hall we’d just left and how anyone could have walk in on us.

  “Jonathan…”

  “Your jeans,” he repeated. “Take them off.”

  His firm and direct approach sent a shock of excitement through me and I undid the buttons; my fingers shaking with the zipper as I pulled it down. My damn panties clung to the thick material leaving me naked on the bottom. I stepped out of them and stood up again to look at him.

  We both heard the footsteps of someone walking past on the other side of the door and heard their voice asking where he was, but he ignored it— he only had eyes for me.