CLAIMED (By the Alpha Billionaire #2)

by St. James, Rossi

  CLAIMED

  by the Alpha

  Billionaire

  Part 2 of the Alpha

  Billionaire Series

  ROSSI ST JAMES

  COPYRIGHT 2015 ROSSI ST JAMES

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or, if an actual place, are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The publisher does not have any control and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party websites or their content.

  DEDICATION

  To my dogs, Sunny and Cloudy, for letting me bounce ideas off you when I write myself into a corner.

  Rossi

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  DESCRIPTION

  Maisie James has done the unthinkable. She’s boarded a plane with a handsome billionaire stranger. The agreement? Four days of uninhibited passion, and when it’s all over, they’ll go on their own ways, pretending like it never happened.

  But when secrets are revealed and motives are discovered, can they really pretend like it never happened?

  AUTHOR’S NOTE: Part 2 of 3 in a new mini romance serial. Contains cliffhanger. Approx 40 pages. Intended for adults only due to sexual content.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  ONE – MAISIE

  TWO - SAWYER

  THREE - MAISIE

  FOUR - SAWYER

  FIVE – MAISIE

  SIX - SAWYER

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  THANK YOU

  ONE

  MAISIE

  “Make yourself at home,” he said as I boarded his plane.

  Against all logic, I’d decided to go to New York with him. Four days. That’s all I was giving him, and in exchange, he was going to make the hurt disappear for a little while. When the weekend came back around, he promised to ship me home, saying we’d both go on our merry ways, like it never happened.

  I’d put up every single argument I could think of, and he quashed them all. He was going to buy me a new wardrobe. Any and all toiletries or makeup items I needed. Any singular item I needed would be fully provided for me. All I had to do was show up. Be there. Let him have his way with me and enjoy it.

  I took a seat as the pilot secured the cabin. The engines fired up a short time later, and Sawyer threw me a devilish grin, as if he were thinking of all the things he wanted to do to me later. One look from him caused a flurry of anxious butterflies in my stomach.

  Goddamn he was fine.

  My heart galloped in my chest. “You know I’ve never flown before.”

  “I didn’t know that about you,” he said. He stood up and walked over to where I was sitting, reaching his hands down around my hips and digging behind the seat until two halves of a seatbelt emerged. He buckled me in. “There. You’re safe now.”

  He returned to his seat and crossed his legs, pulling his phone out.

  “So what are we doing tonight?” I asked, nervously making idle chit chat. “I’m sure you’ve got big plans for me in that big, beautiful businessman head of yours.”

  “I don’t mean to be rude, Mouthy Maisie, but I’ve got a very important business call to take,” he said. “Once we reach our cruising altitude, you’re more than welcome to head back to the bedroom and take a nap. I’d like you good and rested for tonight.”

  Damn. No mile high club?

  My stomach dipped as he turned away from me, and the loud engines prevented me from earing a word he was saying on his call. The pilot mumbled something over the speakers like “prepare for takeoff” and soon the plane was rolling toward the runway.

  Deep breaths, Maisie.

  I wasn’t afraid of much. In fact, I was pretty fearless for the most part, but flying on a plane for the first time and going home with some sexy stranger were two things I never thought I’d be doing at the same time.

  ***

  His penthouse was incredible. Like something out of a movie scene. Thick, velvet curtains flanked floor to ceiling windows. Carefully placed lighting shone on priceless works of art. Enormous fireplace. Marble sculptures. Chef’s dream kitchen. Leather and reclaimed wood. Private elevator. Sweeping city views. Not a spec of dust to be found.

  “What is it you do again?” I asked.

  His lips curled into an amused smile, as if he got that question a lot. “I own a jet company. We make luxury jets for the world’s most elite jetsetters.”

  “I’m pretty sure I could fit my entire apartment into your living room.” I walked over to the window, glancing below at the city. The cars were so tiny from where I stood. They looked like toys. And the people walking on the sidewalk were small as ants. “What does a guy like you need with all this space? Or do you just like to look down on the rest of the world?”

  I was mostly teasing, but I liked to razz him up. It was fun getting a reaction out of him.

  He said nothing, but I felt his presence come up from behind me, and it sent a shock of anticipation down to my core. A hint of his warm breath on my neck forced me to close my eyes as I awaited his move.

  “This view. It’s beautiful,” I said. “I’m really surprised you don’t have anyone to share it with. What a shame…”

  His hands gripped my hips as he spun me around to face him. “Mouthy Maisie, I really need you to stop talking right now.”

  My lips parted to protest, but my words were stopped when his mouth claimed mine. Tension seemed to melt away as he pressed me against the cool glass of the window that separated us from the city below.

  He tasted like mint, and he smelled like a dream. His hands gripped the flesh of my hips and pulled them into him, our clothes separating our most intimate parts. As his mouth left mine, he trailed soft kisses down my neck and then worked his way to my collarbone, stopping just above my heaving breasts.

  Sawyer scooped me up, and I wrapped my legs around his hips. With his face buried in my cleavage, he carried me down a hallway to a dark bedroom, where he gently laid me in the center of an enormous bed.

  The room was dark. I couldn’t see to save my life. I could only feel his movements as he crawled onto the bed, and I could only smell his clean musk as his body brushed against mine. My fingers searched his body in the darkness until I found his face, and my lips found his. I wanted to taste him again. I couldn’t get enough. I was beginning to crave him, this stranger who’d shown me more intimacy in the first 24 hours of knowing me than I’d shown my ex-boyfriend in months.

  Sometimes it was more intimate not to speak. We were two intimate souls who barely knew a thing about each other, giving ourselves away for a few days in order to escape our pasts. Did he have a past? He had to. He had to be escaping something just like me or why else would he want to lose himself in me, in this cocoon of passion, for four days?

  The bed shifted, and the gentle rum of a wooden side table drawer being pulled and closed directed my attention to the space behind me.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, breathless.

 
Sawyer’s arms hooked under mine as he pulled me toward the head of the bed, adjusting a pillow beneath me. He said nothing as he wrapped my wrists in soft silk straps, which felt like ties, and then secured them to the posts of his bed.

  “Maisie,” he whispered into my ear. “Are you prepared to give yourself to me?”

  I nodded.

  “Do you trust me?” he asked.

  I nodded again. “Yes, but now you’re making me nervous, Sawyer. I really need to know what you’re doing here.”

  “Sh.” He silenced my words with a hungry kiss. “Don’t speak. Feel. I want you to feel everything. Be present with me. Be here.”

  A silk scarf wrapped around my mouth. I’d never been tied up or gagged before, and in any other context it would’ve been slightly unnerving, but Sawyer made it sexy and adventurous. He was so strong and take-charge, yet so gentle with me at the same time. An anomaly.

  I loved every second of it.

  His fingertips trailed down my chest, stopping to unbutton my blouse and to unhook my bra. His hands worked at the button of my jeans until he slid them off me once again, throwing them aside.

  Clinking of metal hinted that he was working on his belt, and within seconds, he was completely naked, lying over top of me. His weight over mine grounded me in a way. Calmed me. Told me he wasn’t going anywhere. In the dark, stillness of the room, it was just me and him. No thoughts. No bullshit. No outside world.

  His mouth took my nipple, and his tongue swirled and sucked, bringing it taut with his teeth before letting it go. His hands traveled the length of my side, taking a detour at my hips and finding my mound. He slipped a finger inside me, curling it up against my g-spot as his lips pressed into the flesh of my neck. His generous cock began to harden against my thigh, sending a rush of electricity from that part of my body up through my stomach as I tried to imagine how it would feel pressing inside of me.

  “You’re intoxicating, Maisie,” he whispered. “I’m drawn to you, and I have absolutely no control over any of it and that drives me wild.”

  My heart raced as he pulled his finger from me and leaned across me, grabbing a foil packet from his side table drawer. I heard him tear it, and felt the bed shift as he sheathed his cock.

  I wanted to ask him just how big he was, if it was going to hurt, if he slept with many women, or if he habitually fucked strangers.

  “Maisie,” he said. “I don’t know what it is you’re thinking right now, but stop.”

  I scrunched my brows. How did he know?

  “Your breathing,” he said. “It’s very rapid. I need you to relax. Calm down. Stop asking questions and enjoy this.”

  He positioned himself between my thighs, pressing them outward and stretching them as far as they would go. With one hand gripping his throbbing cock, he placed his head at my entrance, pushing himself into me one painstakingly slow inch at a time.

  Intense pleasure mixed with an arousing ache burned below as my body accepted him. He was being sincere at the hotel when he said he was huge. Under the silk scarf, I bit my bottom lip, breathing deep and slow through my nose as he plunged deep inside me.

  “God, you’re so tight,” he sighed. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair. I wanted to dig my nails into his back. I wanted to run my hands along the length of his bare torso. But I couldn’t. I was restrained. My hands gripped the silk fabric that kept me tied to his bed posts. There was something so erotic about being restrained, as if my body was only there to serve his pleasure, and yet it was also immensely pleasurable to be on the receiving end.

  My hips began to buck in response, meeting him trust for thrust. His hot lips found my flesh in the dark, and he kissed me with an intense sort of yearning or a hunger. Not the way most strangers kissed. He needed me. He needed this just as much as I did.

  Sawyer sat up on his knees, his cock still buried deep inside me. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me harder onto him. From there he proceeded to pump himself into me with great vigor as his thumb massaged my clit. Soft sighs escaped my lips as he brought me to the brink, giving me the longest, most earth-shattering orgasm I’d ever had in my entire adult life, and when he was finished, he collapsed on top of me.

  His fingers worked in the dark to untie me, and I pulled the scarf from around my mouth as I attempted to catch my breath. “Sawyer…I never knew it could feel like that.”

  Sawyer rolled onto his back, and I could smell the musk of his sweat as it evaporated from his hot skin. “Mouthy Maisie’s got a comment for everything.”

  I playfully shoved him. “I’m trying to pay you a compliment and you have to ruin it like that?”

  He rolled to his side, propping his head on his elbow. I could barely see him in the dark of his bedroom, but I could feel his eyes on me, following the curves of my body in what little light seeped in from the crack in the curtains.

  “That’s just a preview of what’s to come,” he said. “I had to get that out of my system first. I’ve been wanting to do that to you since I first laid eyes on you at that little bar.”

  “I knew it!”

  “Don’t give yourself too much credit, Maisie,” he said. “You just happen to be my type. And the more you resisted me, the more I had to have you.”

  “So what’s your type, Sawyer?”

  “Blonde. Curvy. Fierce. Independent.” His hand ran across my pert nipple. “But it’s that mouth of yours. That’s what did me in.”

  His hand glided towards my face, resting on the side of my cheek as he ran his thumb across my bottom lip. He leaned in, claiming my lips once again.

  Sawyer pulled himself away from me, leaning behind him and clicking on the bedside lamp. I suddenly felt naked, exposed, and vulnerable, which was ironic considering all we’d done that day. I drew my legs up and inward.

  “Don’t.” He pushed my legs down, running his fingers against my bare flesh. “You’re fucking hot, Mouthy. Don’t do that. Don’t hide from me.”

  He climbed out of bed, his back toward me as he pulled the condom off. I watched his muscled ass as he strutted to the bathroom, and within minutes, I heard the water of the shower.

  “You going to join me or what?” he called out.

  TWO

  Sawyer

  Maisie stood in the doorway of the bathroom as she toweled off, her wet hair dripping down her curved shoulders. It’d been a long time since I showered with anyone, and I’d forgotten how fun it could be.

  I stepped into the walk in closet and pulled a plain, white button down shirt for her. “Here, wear this for now. I’ll send my assistant out to get you some new clothes for the rest of the week.”

  She let the towel drop to the floor, and I couldn’t remove my eyes from her sexy, curve-filled body. Maisie was all woman. My dick throbbed just thinking about how good it felt to be inside her earlier.

  “I have to run into the office,” I said. “I need to finish up a few things, and I’ve got a conference call.”

  “Sawyer,” she said as she buttoned up my shirt. She looked so damn sexy wearing my shirt. “It’s fine. I’ll be fine. Go do what you need to do.”

  “Just text me a list of everything you need. When I come back tonight, I’ll bring it with me,” I said.

  She bit her lip and nodded, stifling a smile.

  “Help yourself to whatever’s in the kitchen. Watch TV. Relax. Make yourself at home.” I stepped toward her, leaning in to kiss her. I breathed her in, and even though she smelled like me, like my soap, I still found her utterly intoxicating. “Get lots of rest, Mouthy. I’ve got big plans for you tonight.”

  ***

  I returned that evening, bags in hand. My assistant had run out and gathered as many makeup and toiletry and clothing items as she possibly could.

  “Maisie?” I called out, dropping the bags in the foyer as soon as I stepped off the elevator.

  She came from around the corner, a wild look in her eyes I’d never seen before. She looked like she wanted to kill me. This was not the
woman I’d fucked earlier that day nor was she the broken little feisty bird I’d met at the bar the night before.

  “Everything okay?” I asked, confused.

  “We need to talk,” she said, one hand on her curved hip as her eyes shot daggers my way.

  THREE

  Maisie

  Everything was going well. The second Sawyer left, I threw myself onto the middle of his enormous bed and replayed our little fuck session in my mind a few times, getting myself all worked up again, but not allowing myself to release it in any way. I wanted to save all my sexual energy for that night.

  And then I got bored.

  That’s when I decided to roam his house. Look around a little…

  Which was when I found the woman’s clothes in his closet and the makeup collection in the bathroom drawer and the pictures of the blonde woman who looked almost identical to me.

  Okay, I told myself. So he has a type. No big deal. Lots of people have types.

  But it was the jewelry collection. A wide assortment of emeralds and rubies and topaz and diamond jewelry, locked up in their closet and displayed like the pieces of art they were. No woman would ever leave a man and not take her jewelry or leave the vast majority of her crazy expensive wardrobe hanging in his closet.

  I was a lot of things, but I wasn’t a home wrecker. I’d never have sex with a taken man, and I’d never be the other woman, even if only for a few days.

  I stewed all afternoon, trying to piece everything together, but none of it made sense. That’s when I finally Googled him. I hadn’t wanted to know much about him. The mystery was sexy. But now I had to know exactly what I’d gotten myself into.

  I typed “Sawyer Thomas” into the search engine, and on the right hand side popped up a little box with his picture. The picture seemed to be a little outdated, but it was still undeniably him.