The Billionaire's Family Jewels: Flesh and Stone

by Spice Pendleton

  There. That should be enough to intimidate him into checking out my story, thus affording me the opportunity of escape. I’d come back for the opal, later.

  Another light flipped on, brightening the office significantly, and I blinked, surprised, to find myself staring not a mere security guard, but Nathan Carr himself.

  I’d thought him handsome in the photo…but the real-life version kicked ass. He stood there all mysterious, gorgeous, blond, gray-eyed, and sexy, his clothes hugging his lean, muscular frame in a way that put those Abercrombie & Fitch designer clothing catalog models to shame. The Stud-Scale? Well, he went off the end of that with his masculine, square jaw alone. And that sexy five o’clock shadow? My heart melted. The dude was lethally attractive, just standing there looking down at me, his tie loose around his neck and his white shirt with the top three buttons undone, exposing skin warmed by a honey glow. Even through his dark gray suit, I could see his biceps bulging like footballs, not to mention the pretty nice-sized bulge in his crotch area as well. Talk about hung. Whoa!

  Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and I almost licked my lips. “Where were we?” I asked with a lopsided grin.

  A flash of amusement crossed the billionaire’s piercing gray eyes as he stepped closer and reaching past me, pulled out the opal from the safe. “I believe we were discussing this,” he murmured through sensual, chiseled lips.

  He held the stone up, turning it in the light and examining its rainbow-colored surface. It was astonishingly gorgeous, entirely in a dazzling class of its own.

  And then, Nathan Carr, billionaire, plucked my fake id right out of my hand. “Crystal Holtz, is it?” he asked, reading the name printed on the plastic card. “If you’ll excuse me, Ms. Holtz, I’ll have a quick background check run, just to be on the safe side. Surely, you’d expect nothing less.”

  “Absolutely,” I bluffed. Damn. I had to get out of there, fast. Assuming a brisk, businesslike tone, I added, “We can’t keep our end of the bargain if you don’t keep yours. That opal has to be kept safe. I’ll have you know, I’m timing your security team’s response to this situation.”

  He smiled. Whoa, mama. That smile. He could kill with that thing.

  As I watched, he fished his phone out of an inner jacket pocket and thumbed numbers into his cell. Putting the phone to his ear, his sexy lips formed the words, “I’ve got a Crystal Holtz up here. Virtuoso Insurance. Check it out, will you?”

  Hmmm. Check it out. Why, certainly, sir, if you insist. I dropped my gaze over his body. He was such a yummy distraction. A real sex god, pure and simple, really owning that wickedly sensual, playboy billionaire look. When my gaze finally wandered back up to his face, it was to find he’d stopped talking and his carved lips had crooked into a secret smile of his own.

  I just grinned. I wasn’t ashamed of gawking—not with the quality of the specimen standing in front of me.

  With a cool gleam in his eye, Nathan took off his jacket and draped it over the back of his million-dollar desk chair. “The Osiris Opal has been in my family for generations, a most cherished, most precious heirloom,” he said. “I’ve gone to great lengths to ensure its safety. I’m sure your company informed you of our protocol in matters such as these? I’ll have to pat you down for weapons, purely as a precaution.”

  Pat me down? He was going to search me? The thought of his strong hands on my body made me shiver with anticipation. I freaking couldn’t wait.

  “Be my guest,” I replied, unable to hide the eagerness of my response. Yeah, I knew I should focus on getting out of there, but a little pat down first couldn’t hurt. I held my arms out and let my lips curl how they wanted, into a seductive smile.

  He liked that. I could tell. It was in the subtle shifting of his body and in the crinkling of his gorgeous gray eyes. “Turn around,” he ordered.

  I did so, stepping around the metal safe to place my palms flat on his rare wood-paneled wall.

  He moved in behind me, close, smelling of soap from a recent shower.

  “So, working out, this time of night?” I asked.

  He chuckled. “Working out? You could say that, I suppose.”

  The way he said it, I knew just what kind of workout it’d been. Yeah, he had that just-fucked look. I expelled an envious sigh through my nose. I really needed to get laid. Lack of sex was clearly affecting my judgment and ability to concentrate.

  His hands were on me then, but not the way I wanted them to be. He started with my neck and shoulders, gliding his fingers over my body in smooth, sweeping strokes. I couldn’t resist a sigh. If only those hands would slow down and deepen their exploration a tad—maybe even penetratingly deep. At the soft escape of breath leaving my parted lips, his hands did miraculously slow.

  “Spread your feet apart, if you will,” he said in my ear, his hot breath on my neck

  My pulse leapt. An inner thigh check? “Go for it,” I murmured, grinning wider.

  If I could keep things heading down this path, I might have a little fun, at least. Yeah, yeah, I needed to run, but a little body action couldn’t hurt. Besides, I was curious. I could feel his package so very close to my butt. Judging by the bulge I’d seen earlier, he had to be freaking huge—but just how huge? A girl needs to know these kinds of things.

  Closing my eyes, I followed his orders and spreading my legs, used the maneuver as an excuse to stick my butt out for a light, quick brush of his groin area along the way. Wow. Apparently, he was bigger than I’d at first thought—and I’d thought big to begin with.

  Nathan took a deep breath, taking his time to inhale, and then, to my utter surprise and delight, moved his hot body even closer to mine. His muscular chest initiated contact with my back as his strong, masculine fingers dropped to skim my hips and outline my curves.

  I couldn’t stop myself. I shivered. His hands felt hot. Heavy. Sexual. My back arched, curving my butt back further into his crotch. Oh, I felt him then. Monstrous. And even though we had my spandex leggings and his suit between us, I could tell he was already…half erect.

  My lashes flew open in shocked excitement.

  “Wider,” he half growled his demand in my ear.

  Yes, I spread my legs. Wider. Hella wider.

  But it clearly wasn’t enough for him. He took control, and pushing me against the wall, inserted his knee between my thighs to pry them apart even more, leaving me practically sitting on his upper thigh. This position brought my butt in full contact with his cock. He’d hardened. Considerably. And he was still growing.

  My mouth dropped open, astonished at the sheer size of his shaft, a length and girth far longer and wider than any guy I’d had before. Yeah, I’d had long and I’d had wide, but never both in the same love-stick. The man was hung like a horse. Just the thought of that rod powering into my channel made me wet and my pussy clenched, begging for a taste.

  A moan escaped my mouth.

  He took the sound for the permission it was. Pinning my upper body harder against the wall with his chest, he leaned over to pull my hips a few inches further away from the wall. With a quick jerk, he seated me closer against his erection, enough to easily slide his palms over my stomach in a slow, lazy inspection.

  Keep going, dude. Keep going.

  He either heard my silent command or we were on the same wavelength—maybe both. His fingers ventured upwards, smoothing over my ribs and then pulling me back yet again, he pressed my cheek against the wall and guided me into an almost dog-style position. As my breasts swung downwards, he cupped them in his hands and began to squeeze and massage my flesh. Oh, those glorious hands. I nearly collapsed, weak-kneed as he kneaded my globes, his fingers pure magic, so hot and so heavy. I couldn’t stop myself from pushing harder against him, almost desperately, my hardening nipples turning from tight little buds to long, hard peaks as he began to scissor them with his fingers. I pushed back even more. Again, I heard his long-drawn breath as I began to grind against his hard dick.

  “Find any weapons?” I a
sked.

  He answered by dropping his right hand from my breast to cup my pussy with a hard, claiming jerk that made my clit throb.

  “I’m not done searching yet,” he grated harshly in reply.

  He pinched my pussy through my leggings. Hard. I’m pretty sure my spine disappeared then, leaving me limp and needy. Even through the layers of clothing between us, his hands felt wonderful, making me pant for more. I continued to rock my butt against his cock, now as hard and as stiff as a steel rod.

  After a moment, his hands left me and he stepped back, but before the wave of disappointment had finished washing over me, he ordered, “Grab your ankles.”

  Yeah, baby. The ankle position certainly had potential to go where I wanted. I moved back from the wall and bent, as ordered, sticking my ass straight up in the air.

  His wicked fingers returned, caressing my ass before sliding up to hook around my waistband. With one smooth move, he yanked my spandex leggings down, underwear and all, and exposed my naked ass to the night air.

  I blinked, surprised, and grinned with excitement.

  “Strip your leggings off,” he commanded. “Completely. And then resume position.”

  Grinning even wider, I followed his demands, kicking my leggings away to grab my ankles once again.

  “Open your legs. Wider.”

  I adjusted my legs as ordered and waited, my anticipation growing with each passing second.

  Oh, he certainly knew how to torture. It felt like hours later before his hands returned, at last, dropping onto my ass in a kind of half-slap of a spank before sliding over my butt cheeks, leaving a blazing trail of sensation.

  I couldn’t help it. I began writhing like a snake.

  He teased me then. Brushing my hips with his fingers in long, sweeping strokes, swirling closer and closer to the apex of my thighs, before finally inserting his hands between my legs. Briefly playing with my pubic curls, he palmed my labia, just once, before moving away again.

  “More,” I moaned, wiggling my ass in disappointment.

  He chuckled.

  I frowned. I didn’t find it at all funny. I arched up, wanting his fingers on my throbbing clit and his cock buried deep inside me, but he insisted on touching me everywhere but inside my wet folds where he belonged. I moaned again, pushing my ass against him, harder, trying to find a source of friction to ease the need building inside me. I really was drooling now.

  And then, without warning, he penetrated my pussy with two long, incredibly hard fingers. I gasped in pure pleasure and bore down, attempting to spear myself deeper on his digits. While I really wanted that awesome cock instead, his fingers were better than nothing.

  He rammed them inside me a few times before dropping his hands onto my ass again, and pulling my ass cheeks wide apart, began to rub his still clothed cock into the crack.

  Yeah, now we were talking. My pussy tingled, demanding more. “Fuck me,” I moaned.

  “Oh?” he growled, thrusting against me. “You want something in that dripping pussy of yours?”

  “Yes,” I gasped. “Please.”

  He massaged his cock against my ass a few more times. Ordering a firm “Don’t move”, he left me standing there, ass in the air, legs spread wide, and my channel creaming like never before. Mere seconds later, he penetrated me with his fingers a second time, shoving three this time, deep into my eager, moist hole.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” he observed.

  Hell, what did he expect? Who wouldn’t be sopping with a hunk of man meat like himself playing with your privates and thrusting his monstrous member against your naked flesh?

  He moved his fingers in and out, just twice, before withdrawing completely, but this time, he replaced them immediately with something cold, hard, and incredibly smooth.

  “What the heck?” I gasped, trying to stand up in a knee-jerk reaction.

  “Don’t move,” he ordered, dropping a strong hand on my back to guide me down again.

  The object at my entrance wasn’t a cock, but it was hard. Intrigued, I grabbed my ankles once again and resumed my wide stance.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured.

  The pressure returned. My pussy lips opened against the object’s insistence and my vagina expanded, my cream allowing me to take whatever it was inside. It was large, much fatter than a cock—or at least the ones I’d had before, certainly not the one belonging to the man behind me. And while I liked this cold hardness burrowing into my vagina—no, loved it, honestly—I wanted to know more. “What is it?” I finally managed to ask.

  The billionaire behind me took a deep breath, almost as if I’d awoken him from a trance of some kind. “Just mixing business with a little pleasure,” he offered as a gruff explanation, his voice thick with lust.

  Whatever he was stuffing into me really turned him on, that much was clear. Satisfied he’d stretched me as far as he could, he left the object embedded inside me and dropped his hands to my hips to pull my ass firmly against his crotch. He began to move then, each thrust causing the object to penetrate me even deeper. My eyes closed in pure bliss. I wasn’t going to last long like this. Whatever he’d stuffed inside me felt incredible. I rocked with his rhythm, whimpering in a desperate pleasure.

  I was right. I didn’t last long. Not under that pleasurable assault.

  A strong climax struck out of the blue, but no sooner had the first spasm possessed me then I heard a sudden knock on the door.

  The billionaire stopped thrusting against my ass and responded at once, lifting his head to call over his shoulder, “Come in.”

  I blinked, shocked he’d just invite anyone inside the office when I stood there, ass in the air and a rock-hard something jammed straight up my pussy? It struck me then, just what that rock-hard something actually was.

  He’d been fucking me with the Osiris Opal.

  Pure and Simple Lust

  The office door opened and a security guard entered. My orgasm died right on the spot. Whoa there, Gia. What are you doing? Why aren’t you running? But then, how could I? I wasn’t going anywhere. Nathan had me trapped from all sides—even the pussy angle as well.

  “Report,” Nathan ordered the man.

  “There’s no record of a Crystal Holtz, sir,” the man replied.

  The billionaire behind me took a deep breath. Glancing over his shoulder, he ordered, “Dig deeper. I’ll do the same. Send me the results. Now, go. You’re done here.”

  As the guard saluted and left, Nathan reached between my legs and pulled the opal right out of my pussy.

  Well, that couldn’t be a good sign.

  I tried to stand up, but he grabbed me by the waist and lifting me onto his desk, dropped me down to push me flat on my back. Separating my legs with his knee, he stepped between them and gripped my hips to pull me down the desk’s polished wood surface until my crotch nestled against his still very rock-hard dick. All other thoughts flew out the window then. Instead of worrying about such little pesky things as making an escape, I found myself wondering if the seams of his pants would burst under the strain of his growing cock. He was huge—and only getting huger. He’d been standing behind me up until now. While I’d enjoyed his fingers, I’d been missing out on the view.

  Nathan’s bold gaze locked with mine. “So, you’re not Crystal Holtz,” he said in a soft voice.

  Was that a statement? A question? With such a heavy haze of lust in the air, did he really expect me to think—I mean, about anything besides his cock? He had me splayed on his desk, naked from the waist down, legs spread wide, and my weeping, frustrated pussy pressed right up against his hard and still—unfortunately—clothed dick. I moaned and arched my hips, wanting a little—no, a lot of—gratification.

  “Damn it,” I grunted. “Does it matter what my name is?” My unfulfilled pussy twitched and clenched like some erotic sonar detecting a real live cock in its vicinity. “I need you inside me,” I whimpered, sliding the palms of my hands over the polished surface of his massive desk.<
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  He thrust against me once, my drenched pussy dampening the front of his trousers. The sight sent a jolt of arousal straight through me.

  He laughed and leaning over me, asked, “Shall we dig deeper, Crystal Holtz?” Amusement flickered in his eyes.

  Deeper? “Yes.” I moaned like a thing possessed.

  Yeah, I knew if I stayed much longer that I’d be spending the rest of the night in a jail cell. Come on, Gia. Run. Go before the guard sends that report. But I didn’t want to run. Not really. This Nathan Carr was like a cobra, mesmerizing me with its deadly, lustful gaze. I could only think about how much I wanted—no, needed—him inside me.

  The billionaire stood between my legs, studying my face, and then the dark line of his luscious lashes lowered as his gaze dropped to inspect my body. “Where were we?” he asked in a low, seductive rumble.

  Before I could answer, he dropped his hand between my legs and slowly slid his fingers up my inner thigh, leisurely making his way to my needy hole. I held my breath, waiting. He took me by surprise, moving quickly to jam two fingers straight between my folds, right up to the knuckles. I pounded his desk with my fists and arched my hips higher.

  He responded with a chuckle. “You’re a hot little minx, aren’t you?” he murmured, swirling the pad of his thumb over my clit.

  I didn’t answer. I couldn’t think about anything other than the magical mix of his fingers on my body. Suddenly, my pussy remembered it had been on the verge of climax and began to twitch once again.

  Nathan must have felt it. “No,” he commanded, pulling out his fingers. “Not yet.”

  Yeah, I was disappointed, but I got off on the alpha-flavored line he walked, a strong, yet somehow sensitive style. I lifted my lashes and grinned at the reprimand. He was so beautiful to watch. I needed to see more of him. Sitting up, I grabbed his shirt and ripped it open, exposing his rock-hard abs.