Billionaire's Secret: Exposing Jay: A Chicago Suits Romance (Loving Jay Book 2)

by Simone Sowood

  “Beautiful, come on, let me see them.”

  I thought for a moment, knowing there was no way my legs could be the way he wanted them to. I pushed on his chest.

  “I know a way, get off me.”

  Jay pulled his cock away, my pussy pulsing in anger at its departure.

  “Bend you over the bed?”

  “What? No. You go on bottom.”

  “You want me, on the bottom?”

  “Yeah, then you can see the shoes.” I wished he’d shut up and fuck me.

  “I don’t go on the bottom.”

  “Do you want to see the shoes?”

  “Of course.”

  “Then go on the bottom. Or don’t and don’t see the shoes. It doesn’t matter which, just get your cock back in my pussy.”

  Jay hesitated, as if thinking it over. I’d never seen him like that, unsure of his next move.

  “Okay fine.” He laid flat on his back, his head nearly touching the headboard.

  I stroked his cock with my fingers as I climbed onto him. Jay put his hands down and grabbed his cock, trying to guide it into me.

  “Stop it, let me do it. Put your hands by your head.” The whole situation hit me and I started laughing.

  He moved his hands out of the way. I sat onto his cock, using my hand to guide it in. I gasped as its full length filled me. Jay started moving his hips, rocking and thrusting them up and my body bounced along, my pussy screaming out in bliss.

  “Hey, I’m supposed to be on top here.”

  I lifted off of him and leaned down to kiss him. Our tongues twirled, his getting more and more frantic as he tried to coax me back to his cock.

  “Where’s the shoes?”

  “I’m going to hit you with them in a minute.”

  I sat back onto his cock. My poor pussy didn’t know what was going on, but it clamped onto him, unwilling to let him go again. I put all my weight on it and dragged my feet up alongside Jay’s torso.

  It felt a little awkward at first but it sent his cock so deep inside nothing else seemed to matter.

  I circled my hips, rubbing my clit against his pubic bone. He grabbed onto the heel of each shoe and started bouncing me again, the motion taking away the rubbing of my clit.

  “Stop it,” I said, slapping his chest. In all the excitement, I almost forgot to notice his sculptured chest.

  “No. I like to see your tits jiggle.”

  I started to pull my pussy away, off his cock but he stilled.

  “I’m on top tonight.” I couldn’t say it with a straight face and we both laughed.

  I resumed the circling of my hips, the grinding against my clit until my pussy spasmed in climax, great waves of orgasm pulsed over my body. There was no way I could stop moving, I wanted more and more of them. I kept rocking and grinding him against my clit.

  “Ah,” Jay let go of my heels and gripped my feet. Squeezed them hard as he pushed his hips up into me.

  I orgasmed again at the sound of his groan, my muscles physically rippled, leaving me unable to move. I couldn’t flop forward because my feet were beside his torso. He still gripped my feet and between the spasming of my muscles and the strength of his grip, I couldn’t pull my feet away.

  All my strength had drained and it was a struggle to stay upright. I flopped over to the side, leaving his cock behind and twisting my leg in the process.

  Jay let go of my feet and I managed to wiggle up alongside him. He lay motionless while I pushed my body into him, into my husband, nestling myself in his body.

  “I can’t believe we just got married,” I said.

  “I can’t believe I let you do that to me.” He was still on his back, looking up at the ceiling.

  “Huh? What did I do to you?”

  “That you made me cum in you like that.”

  “Like what?” I propped my head on his shoulder, trying to understand.

  “Like you just did.”

  “You’re not making any sense.”

  “Beautiful, do you have any idea of how you’ve changed me? Of the things you can get me to do?”

  I laughed. “Not really, or is this another blow job thing of yours?” Jay rolled onto his side and embraced me, my belly to his.

  “You’re the only person who has any control over me. Ever.”

  “And what control do I have over you?” Judging from today, he has a pretty good hold on me. I mean, I did go out in public and marry him in a see through dress.

  Jay shook his head, with a mix of disbelief and almost, I thought, embarrassment.

  “I just let you do that to me. To go on top on your terms, not mine. There’s no way anyone else has ever been able to take over on me, I’ve never let them, but…”

  “But you let me,” I finished his sentence.

  He laughed, “I did. And it wasn’t so bad.”

  “Wasn’t so bad? You weren’t complaining a few minutes ago,” I said poking his shoulder. Jay kissed my cheek, his lips catching the corner of my mouth.

  His kisses continued, light presses on my cheek, my neck, my jaw.

  “Enough Mrs McAllister,” He said with his lips at my ear, his voice low.

  I turned my head to get his mouth on mine and sucked him into a deep kiss, our tongues almost reaching our throats.

  Jay pushed me onto my back and laid on top of me without breaking our kiss. I encircled him with my arms, wanting him as close as possible. He laid his weight on me, shoving apart my legs.

  He pushed his body up, forcing me to loosen my arms. He pulled my arms the rest of the way from him and took one of my hands in each of his and pinning them above my head. His dick twitched between my legs, awakening once more.

  My pussy spasmed with excitement. But Jay pinned my arms to the bed and moved his head down, sucking my tit hard into his mouth. He moved across to the other and bit down with his teeth, causing a moan to erupt from my throat.

  Jay bit all around my tits. I gulped several times as his teeth pressed into me. But each time he bit me, I got wetter and my body trembled with need.

  At last he moved back up. His hands took hold of mine and he pushed them into the bed on either side of my head.

  Without warning, he drove his cock into me. I squealed out at its force, slamming it into me over and over.

  I tried to free my arms, to hold him as I braced myself from his pounding, but couldn’t budge them. Each time I tried he tightened his grip more.

  His strength, his hold over me excited as much as his cock. My body was a foaming pot of boiling water and I screamed. And squealed. And moaned.

  He crashed into me, and sent the boiling water over the edge, spilling me into a crazy wave of ecstasy. I stopped resisting him and let my writhing body wriggle on the bed. Jay continued to slam into me, into my now tender pussy, until he grunted and released himself.

  Jay kissed my cheek and released my arms. He moved off me, and walked away to the bathroom.

  I lie gasping, my ribs moving in and out trying to refill my lungs and calm my pounding heart. My body was emotionally and physically exhausted and it was all I could do to squirm and get myself under the duvet.

  Jay returned and climbed into bed beside me, moving his body close against mine and draping his arm over me.

  “Good night Mrs McAllister.” The words caused a smile to spread across my face.

  “Good night Mr McAllister.”

  22

  The smell of coffee roused me from my sleep. Jay wasn’t in bed. I climbed out of bed to go find him and the coffee.

  “Morning,” I said, tying the belt of my robe.

  “Good morning Beautiful.” Jay jumped out of his dining chair and rushed to my side. He put his hand on the small of my back and kissed my cheek.

  My body warmed all over again at his attention. Jay could do nothing but make me feel amazing.

  “I need coffee,” I said, moving to the dining table. Room service had brought another huge spread of food with coffee and orange juice.

 
I busied myself stuffing my face with pastries and exotic fruits while Jay tapped away on his computer.

  “We’ll fly home around five,” he said. I pulled the Danish away from my mouth.

  “Will I have time to see Jenny tonight?”

  “No, we’ll arrive too late.”

  “I’m going to have them to our house for dinner next weekend, is that okay with you?” Why am I asking his permission?

  “Sure. Just tell the cook what you want him to make.”

  “Does this cook have a name?” Jay looked up at me, his eyebrow raised. “It’s just, I’ve never met him, and you’ve never told me his name or anything.”

  “It’s Cole.”

  “Cole the cook?” I giggled.

  “He’ll do whatever you want.” I was more likely to do whatever Cole the cook wants, otherwise I’d only be able to tell him lasagna or chicken parmesan.

  Jay’s computer chimed and he turned his attention to it. I chewed on my Danish, watching him. His eyes flicked over the screen, like he was reading the same thing again and again.

  “What’s wrong, you look worried?” His eyes flicked up to mine then back down to the screen.

  “Nothing.” His voice didn’t sound like nothing. I chewed my pastry, keeping watch on his face. I thought back over the past few weeks, my mind immediately springing to the boat.

  I swallowed and cleared my throat. “It doesn’t look like nothing. You look upset.”

  He pushed his eyes into mine, glaring. “I said it’s nothing.”

  “And I said I don’t believe you. I know you. I’m your wife, remember. Stop keeping stuff from me, maybe I can help you.” His eyes shifted back to the screen.

  “No.”

  “Why Jay? What are you hiding from me?” I’d meant it as a joke. A half joke.

  “I’d never hide anything from you.”

  “Then what are you holding back? I can tell, you know.”

  “Okay, you want to know? I’ll tell you.” He hadn’t looked back up, didn’t look towards me.

  He still didn’t move, so I went around the table and stood behind him. Jay shut his laptop. I hugged him, draping my body over his back. I rubbed his arms, trying to comfort him. To make him understand that he could tell me anything.

  I could feel his heart thumping through the back of his ribcage and into mine. He ruffled his hair. This was unlike Jay.

  “Is it the boat?” I asked, thinking of the severed fuel line.

  “Yeah.”

  “You can tell me anything. Stop keeping it bundled up inside. You’ll feel better to get it off your chest.”

  He straightened and pulled me around to the front of his body. He studied my face, as if I were the one who couldn’t be trusted.

  I smooth his hair from where his hands had messed it up. He looked so vulnerable, a heartbreaking sight that made a tear well in my eye.

  “I love you.” I said, my voice dripping with emotion.

  Jay closed his eyes and swallowed. “Beautiful, I love you.”

  “You can tell me.” My eyes pleaded with him.

  “I’m being blackmailed.” My brow furrowed as my mind raced. I hadn’t expected that.

  “Blackmailed? By Calvin?”

  “Yeah. He’d been embezzling money into off-shore accounts, and used bad reporting to cover it up.”

  “But how is he blackmailing you?”

  “When he was fired, he lost access to the accounts. Now he wants the money, and more.”

  “What do the police say?” This was far more serious than I’d expected. I sat down on the chair next to him.

  “I haven’t told them.”

  “But why?”

  “Because they set it up in a way that implicates me. If I go to the police, they will investigate me for it.” They?

  “Who’s they? It’s more than just Calvin?” It had to be, Calvin is too stupid to set up that on his own. I think. That’s probably why he hated me, because I might have uncovered his little scam.

  “A friend of his.”

  “Another colleague?”

  “Ex-colleague.”

  “Jay, you’ve got to go to the police.”

  His head shot up, his eyes looked onto mine. “That’s not an option.”

  “Okay. Then what are you going to do?”

  “I’m negotiating that. But in the meantime, don’t let him anywhere near you.”

  I leaned into my chair back and rested my head along top of it. I stared blankly at the ceiling, working through the new information in my head. Calvin. Evil Calvin. Is that why he sent the email of the sex photo at the lake? Because Jay didn’t pay enough? If he’d never sent the email, would I ever have found out who Jay is? The idea sent a shiver down my spine.

  Did he have anything else on me? I hated being included in this whole thing.

  But Jay had confided in me and that warmed my heart. It felt like a new level of understanding in our relationship. A new level of trust to start our married life with.

  “You must be able to close the off-shore accounts.”

  “I’ve already done that. But they’re still demanding the money.”

  “How much money are we talking about?” Jay looked at me as if to say mind your own business. “I’m your wife now, remember.” He let out a long, slow exhale.

  “Several hundred million.”

  I coughed. “Excuse me?”

  “Yes, it’s that much.”

  “You have to stop them, you can’t let them get away with it!”

  “Beautiful, I’m doing what I can.”

  “Is it only the two of them?”

  “As far as I know.”

  “Who’s the other guy?” He retracted his head, looking at me sideways.

  “I told you, it’s an ex-worker at Force McAllister.”

  “Did I ever work with him?”

  “No, he left before you joined.” Jay knew when I joined? He must have read through all my employee files. I wonder what he thought of Calvin’s nasty comments about me?

  “How senior was he?”

  “Pretty senior. He had a unique role, more like an in-house consultant.”

  “An in-house consultant?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you’re sure there’s no way you can go to the police? Have you spoken with a lawyer?”

  “No. I don’t need their advice.”

  “But it’s so much money, how do you not want all the advice you can get?”

  “Abbie, I don’t care about the money.” My brow creased, this wasn’t making sense.

  “Then why were you so upset at the email?”

  Jay didn’t say anything, instead stood and left the room. He strode down the hall and I heard the bathroom door shut. My hands trembled at his reaction. Why didn’t he answer? What is he hiding? How many more of those envelopes does Calvin have for me?

  The noise of the shower flooded down the hall. I looked over my shoulder and pulled the laptop in front of me. Should I be doing this? I had to know. I opened the lid. The chance to find out more about this ‘consultant’ was too big to pass up.

  Enter Password

  Damn. I tried AbbieWhite. AbigailWhite. Beautiful. AbbieWhite1. AbigailWhite1. What could it be? My index finger tapped on the J key. Out of desperation, I tried JamesMcAllisterlovesAbbieWhite. I rolled my eyes at it being too silly to be the actual password but I hit enter anyway.

  Locked out due to failed password attempts. You have tried to log in six times. Contact the IT department.

  My heart froze. What do I do now? I slammed shut the lid and ran into the bedroom. After pulling on the second thing I saw, I ran out the door.

  I didn’t even wait for the elevator, instead ran down the hall until I found a stairwell. I skipped down the stairs, taking two steps at a time until I’d gone down about four floors from our own. My heart pounding, I ran down the hall to the elevators and pushed the button, my chest heaving from running so fast.

  As I waited, I tried to tame my me
ssy bed head hair in the mirror opposite the elevators. What if Jay was on the elevator when the doors opened? I can only hope I got here before he realized I’d left. And that I’d locked him out of the computer.

  The door opened, revealing an empty interior. I hit one and tried to calm myself. Where was I going? What was I doing? I didn’t even bring my purse.

  How was Jay going to react when he saw the computer message? And what was he going to think about my absence? I had to think up a plausible excuse.

  I stepped out onto the casino level. Maybe I could hide amongst the slot machines and pretend I have a secret gambling addiction.

  This was stupid. Was I going to hide from him forever? He’s my husband, it’s not like I’m never going to see him again. I have to go back before it’s time to leave for our flight. Am I making it better or worse by not being there when he opens the computer?

  I sat on a padded stool in front of a slot machine, letting the blinking lights mesmerize me while I thought over the problem.

  It all came down to one question. How angry was Jay going to be with me for trying to access his computer?

  23

  I headed the only place I knew I could hide for a few hours while giving myself time to mull the problem over.

  “Hi, back again already?”

  “Yes, I can’t stay away.”

  “What would you like?”

  “Um, same as yesterday?”

  “Let me check.” The spa receptionist tapped away at her computer. She smiled at me and rushed from the room. She returned with another woman, and the two messed around on the computer. My pulse was racing the entire time, half expecting Jay to appear in the doorway.

  “I don’t need the hair, mani and pedi, only the massage, body wrap and facial.”

  “Okay, that helps. We can start the wrap now, if you’d like to come with me.”

  I laid on my back, smeared in honey and hemp and wrapped in what seemed like tin foil and Saran wrap.

  “I’ll be back in twenty minutes,” Tina, the beautician said.

  In the peaceful quiet of the room, I considered my next step.