Keeper (A Billionaire Romance)

by Belle Roberts

  “Luxurious?” he finished. “I bought this plane with plans to sell my company and travel, but that never happened.”

  “You own this plane?”

  He nodded, unfazed by my fascination.

  “How can you buy a plane like this and not use it?”

  “Time is everything, Kate. I don’t have time to enjoy many things that life has to offer.”

  “Then lets enjoy it together. Sell the company, plan an itinerary and disappear. Let’s do it.”

  “Let’s?”

  I nodded, blushing slightly at my over eagerness, but he smiled slowly and stepped closer until he was looking down at me.

  “You have no idea how much I want that.”

  He slid his fingers through my hair until he had me right where he wanted and pulled me in so our lips met.

  I should have pulled away and sat down, but I couldn’t resist. I’d longed for him to kiss me the moment I’d got back into the car and left his mansion that night. I’d been wanting to feel and taste him again, and as I pressed my body up against his I felt as though I was right back where I wanted to be, in his arms. After all the sleepless nights and days lost wondering who I was, I knew exactly where I wanted to be.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Paris, France

  Kate

  It was the early hours of the morning by the time our car dropped us outside our hotel, and despite being groggy, exhausted, and jetlagged, the awe of the Shangri La Hotel, Paris replaced everything I might have felt.

  “Do you like it?” Jonathan asked, walking around the car to place an arm around my waist.

  “I love it, it’s… it’s beautiful.”

  “One of the best places to stay in Paris,” he whispered into my ear. “And I only want the best for you, Kate. I hope you understand that.”

  “Welcome to the Shangri La!” a man called out as he approached us. He reached his hand out and Jonathan took it. “I’m Sebastian, and it’s a pleasure to have you both, Mr. Davenport.”

  “The pleasure’s ours,” he responded.

  He greeted me warmly and ushered us to follow him inside the magnificent hallway.

  I’d never seen anything like it, and as he led us up to the elevators I snuck a glance at Jonathan to my side to find his eyes on me, watching me experience the world through him.

  “This will be your suite for the duration of your stay,” Sebastian said, unlocking the large dark door and stepping aside so I could enter.

  “All of this is ours?” I asked, surprised by what I saw before me.

  He nodded, smiling proudly as he walked around flicking switches and showing me every mod con it had.

  “Absolutely. When you hire the entire seventh floor, Miss, all suites are joined to make an apartment.”

  “The entire seventh floor?” I glanced around at Jonathan, shocked that he’d gone to so much expense for me, but his attention was fixed on lifting the large shutters. I walked to his side as they rose, and there beyond the terrace was the Eiffel Tower, large and illuminated, so close that I could almost smell the excitement.

  “Wow…” I breathed, resting my fingers on the glass and staring at its beauty. I’d never seen something so magnificent and special in my entire life.

  “Will that be all?” Sebastian asked behind us.

  “For now, yes,” Jonathan answered. “Thank you. In the morning I’d like breakfast served in this room at ten and then a car waiting downstairs for us at eleven thirty.”

  “Very well, Sir. That will be arranged. Should either of you need anything before then, don’t hesitate to call us.”

  Jonathan slipped something into Sebastian’s jacket pocket before walking over and paying the bellboy, and they both left with repeated ‘thank yous’ until we were left alone.

  I turned back to the beautiful view and shook my head.

  “You didn’t have to do all this,” I said quietly.

  He came up beside me, facing the Eiffel Tower, and took a deep breath.

  “Do what?”

  “This.” I gestured around the room and at the view. “On top of everything, this is too much. The entire seventh floor? Really?”

  He opened the terrace doors in silence, reached out for my hand, and once he had it he guided me out into the slightly cool air where we could hear and see the sounds and lights of Paris around us.

  I took a deep breath and he turned me to face him, his hands firmly on my shoulders.

  “I’ve never done anything like this for anyone before, Kate,” he said, his voice low and firm. “I’m fortunate enough to be able to enjoy this luxury whenever I want, and there’s only one person I want to do it with…”

  He leaned in to kiss me, but I pulled back slightly.

  “You can’t buy my love, Jonathan,” I said, irritated slightly. “I’m not like the others. I know once upon a time we had a contract, but things have changed. They’ve changed because I developed real feelings for you and I got hurt. Do you think five star hotels and private jets are going to erase that?”

  He let his hands drop from my arms and turned back to the view.

  “It was never meant to cause you so much hurt and upset. Krista doesn’t mean a thing to me, and the reason I couldn’t tell you was because it was a surprise and things weren’t fully confirmed yet.”

  “So what’s changed?”

  “What’s changed?” he asked, glaring at me slightly. “You’re asking me what’s changed? You don’t have trust in me. You didn’t give me the benefit of the doubt after everything we talked about and been through. You still thought I was capable of breaking your heart. You’re right, I’m many things Kate, and I’ve not been the best lover to a lot of women, but I’m not a liar.” He paused to catch his breath, the first time I’d ever seen him display any kind of deep emotion or feeling. “Everything I said to you the day we went to the beach was true. I feel everything for you.”

  I hung my head, ashamed at how hasty I’d been in ending the one thing that had started to give my life purpose. He was right. I’d jumped to conclusions without giving him the chance to explain, and if he’d gone to such lengths to prove to me that Krista was there to help him with my surprise then I didn’t want to ruin it. I wanted him to do what he’d planned all along because I couldn’t deny it, life was better with him in it.

  I kissed his shoulder and stood behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He remained tense for a moment, but softened as I melted into him.

  We stayed like that for a minute, before he turned in my arms, held my face, and brought his lips down to meet mine.

  We kissed, softly at first, taking our time to taste each other and get accustomed to such intimacy again, and then I felt the twitch of his hardening erection against my leg and he lifted me up against him, carrying me back towards the suite.

  I didn’t take my lips away from his, not wanting our moment to end until he threw me backwards onto the bed, his eyes looking over me beneath him.

  “Don’t ever do that to me again,” he whispered roughly, undoing his shirt buttons and belt. “Don’t ever walk away from me like that when you know I want you like this.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said, my voice a raspy hiss. All I wanted was to feel him inside me and all sense of patience faded instantly.

  I reached out for him, trying to pull him back towards me, but he remained just out of my grasp, sliding his shirt over his solid arms.

  “What do you want?” he asked gruffly.

  “You,” I said almost urgently. “I want you.”

  He climbed onto the bed, straddling me and pinning me beneath his weight while his hands undressed me.

  We didn’t speak, an unspoken desire radiating between us both as we looked at each other, our eyes connecting for the first time in a while. He knew that no matter how mad I’d been with him, my feelings hadn’t disappeared, and I understood that despite his past and previous love of anything female, he was the most dependable person I’d ever had in my life.
/>   He hooked his fingers into the material of my dress and pulled it up over my head, freeing me of it and watching me intently. Then, after he flung it onto the floor, he touched his fingers against my skin and ran them all the way up until he held a nipple between his thumb and finger. I sighed with pleasure, closing my eyes, but he shook them open again.

  “I want you to watch me,” he said, licking his lips. “I want to see you enjoy me.”

  It wouldn’t have been the first time I’d had sex with someone while sneaking a peek at their face, but making love while watching the other person filled me with nerves.

  I reached down to fiddle with his belt, averting my eyes, but he pulled my chin back up to face him, looking at me momentarily before he kissed me.

  I slid his clothes off over his firm ass, and he kicked out of them, pulling away from me.

  I didn’t look at his erection, but I clasped my hands around it, watching his sharp intake of breath as I built up a rhythm.

  He bit on his lip again, and I saw him fighting the urge to close his eyes, but he didn’t, keeping them locked on mine as I drove him crazy.

  “Kate…” he growled at me, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop because I’d developed an addiction to watching him—the look of intense pleasure on his face, his furrowed eyebrows, and the distant, lust-filled look in his light eyes. I wanted to spend an entire lifetime watching him, but he took hold of my wrist and pulled me away, panting, and then without speaking he hooked his fingers into the lace of my panties and ripped them off me. The material tore easily, and he threw them to the floor, grabbing hold of his still hard erection and entering me with a loud groan.

  He watched me as I received all of him, part surprise and the rest ecstasy as my body shuddered with pleasure and arched upwards in response.

  I closed my eyes, but as he held me down and bucked his hips against me, he lowered his lips to my ear.

  “Look at me, Kate.”

  I looked up at him, unable to focus properly on his face, but he took one of my hands and laced his fingers with mine up by my head and kept up his pace, thrusting into me, his rhythm and speed driving me closer and closer to orgasm.

  I felt the buildup of excitement, pleasure, and tension within me, and I knew I couldn’t hold back anymore.

  I wrapped my legs around him and his movements got faster and harder, his moans deeper, and as I threw my head back, shaking with my climax, he came too, crying out into the silent room, his eyes still fixed on mine.

  I felt every tremble of his body as I watched wave after wave of pleasure spread across his face. I looked at his furrowed eyebrows and gritted teeth, and it sent aftershocks through my body until he was completely spent and he collapsed on top of me, sweating, panting, and shuddering. I wrapped my arms around his back, holding him as close as I could against my skin before I turned my head towards the window, the Eiffel Tower casting a glow around the room, and we stayed that way for a few minutes without speaking, our hearts beating together until his slowed and shallowed.

  He climbed off me and I rolled over to face the window away from him, pretending I was asleep because I could barely think straight and because deep down there was still a part of me that was afraid he’d hurt me. I was afraid because I was falling so hard and so fast for him that I wanted a sign or some kind of confirmation that I could trust him with my heart, and that I wouldn’t open up and give him all of me only for him to realize I wasn’t what he wanted or needed. We lay together on the bed for several minutes until I felt him move against me.

  “Kate?” he said out into the night.

  I kept my eyes closed, pretending not to hear him because I needed time to think and get used to letting him back into my life like before.

  I felt his hands stroke over my arm, and he pulled the blanket around my body before kissing my shoulder, his lips lingering against my skin.

  “You’re loved, Kate,” he whispered, assuming I was asleep. “You’re loved more than you’ll ever know, and I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that to you.”

  He kissed me again before he slowly and quietly left the bed and disappeared somewhere in the depths of the suite.

  I heard another door further down close, and then I let the tears that I’d been holding finally fall. Once they did I couldn’t stop them, because he was the first person in my whole life to ever say those words, and I truly believed them.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Jonathan

  I watched the look in Kate’s eyes as we stepped into the Galeries Lafayette, stopping momentarily to scan the hall and the shops around us.

  “Wow…” she breathed turning to face me. “It’s amazing!”

  I nodded and put a protective arm around her waist as people hurried past her.

  “Come with me,” I told her, leading her through the crowds of people, proud to have such a natural beauty on my arm compared to the other overly made up women we passed.

  I took her into a shop and a smartly dressed assistant made a beeline for us.

  “Hello, can I help you?” she asked in her strong French accent, looking only at me and I saw the anticipation in her eyes. I tightened my grip on Kate’s waist so she knew I wasn’t on the prowl.

  “I’m interested in some dresses for my lady here.”

  She glanced at Kate briefly before turning her attention back to me.

  “Our new season is there at the back. If you need help, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

  I nodded in her direction and led Kate to the back of the shop where she lowered her voice and hissed in my ear.

  “Herve Leger, Jonathan? I can’t wear these clothes.”

  “Of course you can.” I pulled a tight black number from the rail and held it up against her. “I think you’d look ravishing in this.”

  Her cheeks flushed pink as she shook her head.

  “Jonathan…”

  I dismissed her protests and picked up another, the trademark figure-hugging material glaringly obvious. She watched me hook it on my fingers and walk further along the line of dresses until I had several in my collection.

  “I want to see you in these,” I said, keeping my voice low so the assistant didn’t hear.

  “You won’t like what you see,” she said, turning away from me slightly, but I held her in place.

  “Who said I wouldn’t? You know what you do to me, Kate.”

  She smiled as I pressed my body against hers.

  “Fine, I’ll try them on.”

  “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” I pressed my lips against her cheek, lingering there to take in the way she smelled before turning and walking towards the assistant.

  She ushered us to the fitting room area, and I sat back on the sofa while she went behind the curtain, the anticipation building up within me as I waited for her to emerge.

  I knew exactly how she’d look, and the fact that she didn’t believe or understand the impact her curves had on me made me want her even more.

  “Ready, Jonathan?” she called from behind the curtain.

  I sat upright, my senses alert.

  “I’m ready,” I said back, my eyes staring at the curtain as they slid open and she stepped out sheepishly.

  I felt myself stiffen the instant that I saw her in front of me, the tight shiny material clinging to every part of her body and showing off her figure.

  “You look… Kate, I think you’re…” She rendered me speechless as she turned around, her curves magnified.

  “Do you like it?” she asked, trying to pull at the material.

  “I love it,” I said, firmly, wanting her to know exactly how I felt.

  She smiled slightly and looked at her reflection again in the mirror.

  “Another one,” I instructed. “I want to see you in more.”

  She closed the curtain and each dress she emerged wearing made me harder and harder until the fourth time she came out, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

  “Jonathan, what are you…?”
she asked with a small laugh, as I left the sofa and approached her, pushing her back into the cubicle and closing the curtain behind her.

  “Do you know what you’re doing to me in that dress?” I asked her.

  She turned to face away from me, looking into the mirror as I ran my fingers over the smooth material clinging to her hips. She took a sharp intake of breath as I ran my hands over her stomach and up to cup her chest.

  “What if the woman comes in?” she sighed, resting her head back on me with her eyes closed.

  “Let her,” I said into her ear. “Seeing you in these dresses is driving me crazy. I’ve tried to contain it, but you know I’m not a patient man.”

  I pressed my now hard erection into her back, watching the sides of her mouth turn up into a smile.

  “Jonathan…” she warned playfully.

  I took hold of the zipper on her back and slowly pulled it down, pressing my lips to each bit of skin that I exposed.

  She sighed with every inch I revealed and I crouched behind her as I got to the end then squeezed her backside with both of my hands.

  “I’ve got one more to try on,” she said, her voice shaking slightly.

  “Don’t,” I decided. “I want you to wear that for me tonight and I want it to be the first time I see it on your body.”

  “What happens tonight?” she asked.

  I stood up, pushing the dress off each of her shoulders and then looked at her in the mirror.

  She turned to face me, her eyes meeting mine.

  “Where are we going?” she pressed again.

  “I’ve got something I want to tell you,” I said vaguely, not wanting to let her know the real reason we were in Paris. “That is, if you agree to be my date…”

  “I’d be delighted.”

  She wrapped her arms around my neck and reached up, touching her lips to mine. We stopped for a moment, looking at each other, our noses touching briefly as she looked into my eyes.

  “Am I making a mistake here, Jonathan?” she asked, doubting my sincerity again. I knew just how much she wanted to believe me, but I also understood the fear that wouldn’t release its grip on her.