Stealing the Billionaire's Heart

by Melissa Hosack

  She arched up against him, trying to slide him inside her, to stop the desperate longing that practically had her weeping.

  Still, Nick held back, leaving himself just shy of entry. “You want me,” he whispered knowingly in her ear. He slid the head of himself inside her, but nothing more, teasing her with his self-control.

  Nixie nodded frantically, squirming to try to get more of him inside her. “God, yes,” she whimpered, feeling the numb comprehension that he was in total control. She was like putty in his hands, unable to do anything but obey him.

  He lowered his head to watch as he let the tip of his erection glide in and out of her. He glanced up to make sure she was watching as well.

  Nixie couldn’t drag her eyes away from the sight. She watched him disappear inside of her over and over again only to be pulled out before she could get enough.

  “Beg me to do it,” he encouraged. “I want to hear you beg.”

  Nixie would have done nearly anything to have him fully inside of her. Begging, at this point, was not above her. “Please, Nick,” she whimpered. “Please. Please. Just fuck me.”

  Nick chuckled in delight. “Your wish is my command.”

  Nixie held her breath as he unhurriedly slid inside of her, inch after inch slowly forced deeper. She practically saw stars when he slid fully inside of her. He filled her to the brim…firmly, snugly. His size was absolutely perfect. She’d never felt anything like this.

  Before, her lovers had been dramatically over each end of the scale. Some so big and rough that it had been painful, like sleeping with a jackhammer. Others had been so small it was almost not worth the effort put in.

  But Nick? Nick slid along her, making her body tingle and clench around him. The second he entered her, she never wanted to have sex with anyone else ever again. It was that good.

  She easily began raising her hips to meet his thrusts, each one bringing her closer and closer to another orgasm.

  * * *

  Nick felt her getting close, could tell by her adorable little gasps. He picked up his pace, eager to drive her over the edge again. He let out a low groan as her hands gripped his backside, forcing him deeper inside of her. Perhaps she was the one about to bring him to climax. His face took on a look of determination as he picked up speed. He couldn’t finish yet, not until he left her pleasantly numb.

  Nixie’s rhythm quickened once more and he had a moment of concern that he was being too rough, but then she began giving soft, desperate whimpers. They were definitely good sounds.

  With renewed vigor, Nick moved inside of her and a moment later felt her clamp down on him, her muscles giving a spasm. It took ever ounce of self-control he had not to orgasm himself. He gritted his teeth and clenched a fistful of sheets in his hand. Once she was finished, he gave her a second to recoup before leaning down and whispering in her ear, “One more time.”

  Nixie’s eyes widened, in startled surprise. “What?”

  He nuzzled along her neck, leaving a trail of small kisses. “One more time and then I’ll finish.”

  “Impossible!” Nixie cried.

  “Not impossible,” he corrected. Before she could respond, Nick flipped her over, forced her to her knees, and thrust into her from behind.

  Nixie gave a yelp of surprise at the suddenness, but arched her back in reply to his movements.

  He began gliding in and out of her, stroking her hips and butt. “One more time, baby.” She didn’t respond, but the way she moved her hips in sync with his gave him reason to believe that three was a very good possibility. He slid his hand down between her legs, found her clit, and began stroking it.

  She gave a sharp intake of breath and pushed her body back onto him, taking him as deep as possible.

  Nick thrust forcefully, quickly, the whole time his fingers coaxing her body to another wave of pleasure. It didn’t take long until he had her close again. The only problem was he didn’t know how much longer he could last. “You’d better finish soon,” he growled as he rammed in and out of her, “because I’m about to come.”

  That statement seemed to be enough to push her over the edge. As their bodies slammed together, Nixie gave a hoarse cry as another orgasm raced through her body.

  Her holler and the feel of her body clenching around him was enough to do him in. With one last, hard thrust, he emptied himself inside of her.

  * * *

  Nixie felt Nick stiffen behind her and a moment later, he was finished. She reveled in the sensation, taking deep, ragged breaths.

  He stayed there, holding her tightly against him for a minute before collapsing to the bed and pulling her down with him, where they both lay gasping and exhausted.

  Nixie was unbelievably sleepy after the energy used to reach her third orgasm. Her mind boggled at that thought. A third orgasm. Wow. A second orgasm was a rare and treasured thing. Three was unheard of.

  “That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” Nick said softly in her ear.

  “Nothing else even compared,” she agreed. “That was in a different league of sex. That was…”

  “Perfect.” He finished her sentence for her.

  Nixie nodded. As she nodded, she ran her cheek along his chest. “Uh-huh,” she mumbled contently.

  Nick stroked a hand up and down her arm, tickling her skin.

  She couldn’t believe she was here…in Nicholas Morgan’s bed…tingling from multiple orgasms. It was all so unreal. And being with him just felt so right. A girl could get used to this kind of treatment.

  His fingertips trailed along her throat in a gentle pattern, brushing against the gold locket. “Nix,” he asked in concern. “Are you in some kind of trouble?”

  Nixie was so distracted by the cute nickname it took her a moment to hear his question. “What?” she asked in confusion.

  “Do you need money?” he asked, fingering the locket.

  Nixie felt her heart sink to her toes. Surely, he couldn’t think... She felt tears spring to her eyes. He’d slept with her. He’d had his orgasm and now he was asking about money like she was some desperate thief who just happened to get her jollies on the side. She bolted upright, staring angrily down at him though her vision was blurry with tears. “Nick, I didn’t steal from you.”

  His expression turned to one of horror at seeing her tears. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you.” He fumbled over his words after this statement. That meant he didn’t believe her, but he felt bad about hurting her feelings. He still believed she’d come here to rob him. Plain and simple.

  She thought about bolting, but Nick grabbed ahold of her arm as if he could sense it. “Please don’t go.” His voice was pleading. “I’m begging you,” he said, sounding desperate. “Don’t leave.”

  Nixie hesitated, unsure of what to do. Sure, he’d hurt her feelings, but she really, really wanted to stay. She wanted to curl up next to him and forget all about anything else. But…

  Nick leaned forward and kissed her tenderly, making her forget all about any objections. “Say you’ll stay.”

  “All right.” She grumbled even though she was silently thrilled. “I’ll stay.”

  “Good.” He kissed her again then pulled her down to lie next to him.

  Nixie lay against him, listening to the beat of his heart. She felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. She liked Nick. She liked him a lot. Her brain kept telling her this had zero chance of going anywhere, but her heart was going crazy at the way his hand was stroking her back. Internally, she groaned. Shit. Shit. Shit. She could not be having feelings for him just because he was being gentle with her and begging her to stay. Her reaction to his smiles was evidence enough. Shit. She was so about to get her heart trampled on.

  * * *

  Nick was silently cursing his stupidity. What was wrong with him? He was having seriously strong feelings for the girl who just tried to rob him. How demented was that? He couldn’t help it, though. She was adorable. And her scent… His thoughts trailed off as he leaned closer. Slidi
ng his arm around her waist, he buried his face into her hair and inhaled. Damn. He was hooked.

  He lay holding her tightly until he heard her breathing start to slow. “Nix?” he finally asked quietly. “There isn’t some getaway car waiting for you outside, is there?” He made it sound like a joke, but he was curious.

  “No,” she responded with a tired mumble.

  He smiled. He couldn’t help it. “Good,” he whispered, feeling relief flood through him. This felt so perfect, so right. Nick only prayed that she wasn’t playing him.

  Chapter Three

  Nixie woke up alone and naked in a strange bed…in a strange room…in a strange house. It took her half a minute to remember where she was. “Oh, shit,” she breathed in apprehension. Looking around, she panicked when she discovered her clothes were missing. Great. No graceful exit here.

  Sitting up, she followed her ears to the bathroom connected to the bedroom. The door was wide open and she could hear the shower running. If she was going to get her clothing back, Nixie needed to talk to the man of the house. The scrumptious, sex fiendish man of the house. She shook her head to clear it of such thoughts. That wasn’t going to help her.

  She briefly thought about snatching a t-shirt and a pair of sweats from his dresser. She could be gone before he even got out of the shower, but she also scrapped that idea. Stealing the man’s clothes was not a good way to prove she had no intentions of robbing him. Like it or not, she was going to have to face him.

  With a determined look on her face, she climbed out of bed and marched to the bathroom. She rapped on the open door. “Nick?” Her eyes scanned the room and she had to fight to keep her jaw from dropping. It looked like he’d spent more money decorating his bathroom than she had on her entire apartment.

  While she was still gawking at what class he possessed, Nick leaned his head out of the shower. “Oh, good. You’re up.” And with that, he disappeared again.

  When he leaned out, Nixie yelped and jumped to the side. Her hip banged against his dresser and tipped over a photo. She quickly fumbled to straighten it, giving the shower door a dirty look. Cripes. She was naked. What was he thinking, leaning out and looking at her?

  With a groan, she rolled her eyes. Last night, he’d explored every inch of her anatomy. Hiding at this point was just childish. Setting her shoulders, she marched to the shower and knocked on the glass door. “Where are my clothes?” she demanded.

  The shower door opened again and Nick peered out at her. “Get in,” he finally said after silently eyeing her.

  Nixie stared at him as if he’d grown a second head. “What?”

  “I’m having trouble hearing you over the water. If you want to talk, get in instead of freezing that cute little ass off.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “How do you know if I’m freezing?”

  Nick reached out and gently pinched one of her nipples. “Your nipples are hard,” he said with a laugh.

  Nixie slapped his hand away but felt an undeniable tug of excitement in her belly. She stared at him thoughtfully for a moment before asking, “Are you serious?”

  Nick gave a casual shrug. “Why not? You can say what you need to say and we can both get clean in the process.”

  Nixie hesitated for a moment. He made so much sense. Damn it. Finally, she grumbled. “Fuck it. Why not?” With that, she unclipped the necklace, put it on the counter, and climbed into the shower, nudging him out of the spray of the water.

  Nick gave a chuckle as she monopolized the space below the showerhead. “Shares well with others,” he commented teasingly. “And has the vocabulary of a true lady.”

  Nixie couldn’t help but grin. “No shit,” she said with a giggle. After a pause, she added, “Hand me the shampoo.”

  He did as she asked, holding the bottle out.

  Nixie eyed the fancy bottle suspiciously. “You probably spent more on your shampoo than I did my car.”

  Nick gave her a sly grin. “Probably.” He popped the cap and squeezed some into her palm. “Welcome to the life of the privileged.”

  “I better not get too used to it,” Nixie said, lathering it through her hair. “I’ll never want to go back home.”

  “Then don’t,” Nick retorted. After the comment left his mouth, he looked flustered.

  Nixie frowned in puzzlement, rinsing the shampoo from her hair. “Nick…” She looked up at him to find his eyes glued to her breasts as the bubbles from the shampoo slid down them.

  He glanced up, saw her pointed stare, and had the decency to blush.

  With a huff, she snatched up the body wash and began vigorously scrubbing her skin. “Nick, what do you want from me?” She gave him a helpless look. “I just…what do you want?”

  “Honestly?” he whispered huskily.

  Nixie bobbed her head, waiting for him to up and break her heart with some callous comment. She would understand his distrust of her after the circumstances of last night, but it would still sting.

  “I would really, really like for you to suck my dick.”

  Nixie blinked in surprise. The request was so simple, so honest, that it made her laugh. “That,” she said with a crooked grin. “That I can do.”

  * * *

  As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Nick mentally kicked himself. What kind of request was that? What sort of asshole came out and made such a blunt request?

  Then Nixie started laughing, and he thought he would die of mortification.

  To his utter surprise, she then agreed to his off the wall request and dropped to her knees in front of him. So the laughing wasn’t cruel mocking. She genuinely found him amusing.

  Nixie’s mouth closed over him, and he let out a low moan.

  He was still partially soft, so she fit him entirely in her mouth. Within seconds of her sucking, he was extraordinarily hard.

  Nixie went at him with an impatient rhythm, sucking and licking as if she wanted instant gratification. She just might get it if she wasn’t careful.

  “Whoa…Nix…” He had to swallow back a howl of delight. “Babe…slow down. You’re gonna make me…”

  She either wasn’t listening or didn’t care. Instead of slowing down, she added to what she was doing. Her left hand slid up his leg and she squeezed his testicles while her right hand wrapped around his base. She began pumping up and down along what she couldn’t fit comfortably in her mouth.

  This time, he tried shifting away from her. “Nix!” He sucked in a gasp as she flicked her tongue over the head of him, completely ignoring his plea.

  When he tried to pull away, she grabbed his hips and pulled him forward, shoving his erection deep into her throat. She continued to slide her fist around him while her mouth twisted as much of him as she could, her tongue swirling in a pattern that was driving him crazy.

  He could feel his orgasm approaching, but could do nothing to stop it.

  She wouldn’t let him. She had him at her mercy. She attacked him with a vigor that had him seeing spots.

  When he was nearly to the point of insanity, orgasm hit him in a blinding explosion of sensations. Nick buried his hand in her hair and groaned in delight.

  * * *

  Nixie heard his primal growl, felt his hand bury deep in her hair, his fingers pressing against her scalp. A moment later, her mouth was filled with warm, salty liquid. She did her best to swallow it, but was silently grateful to the shower for washing away anything she missed.

  She continued to suck and lick at him until she was sure he was completely finished and every drop of liquid was gone. When she was certain that he was done, she sat back on her heels and stared up at him.

  He had his eyes closed and was working on catching his breath.

  Nixie smiled, feeling satisfied with the job she’d done. A frown touched her lips at that. Sure, she’d done well, but why did she do it? She’d entered the room with the intention of tracking down her clothes and leaving. Instead, she’d once again fallen victim to Nick’s charms.

  Shame
on him. He was corrupting her, turning her into a sex-crazed maniac. Climbing huffily to her feet, Nixie stared daggers at him, waiting for him to open his eyes.

  He slowly peeked them open and jumped in surprise at her expression. “What?” he asked cautiously.

  “Where did my clothes go?” Even she was surprised when her tone came out as practically a snarl. She felt a stab of irritation at the look of relief that crossed his face.

  “I gave them to the maid to have washed.”

  Nixie blinked at him in shock, the aggressive look wiped clean off her face to be replaced with disbelief. “You sent my clothes away?” She quickly recovered and made an agitated huff. “What am I supposed to wear?”

  Nick surveyed her thoughtfully. “Personally, I think you look pretty good as is.”

  Her eyes narrowed even more. “I am not running around naked all morning.”

  He gave a cute, boyish pout as his arms snaked around her waist, pulling her against his slick chest. “It’s quite convenient for sex, though.” He leaned down and kissed behind her ear.

  Nixie almost melted into a puddle but stood her ground. She couldn’t fall victim to him again. Her heart would never survive it. She was doing herself a favor by getting out before she fell too hard for a man she could never be with. “Who said we’re going to have sex again?” Her voice was a challenge and she raised her eyebrows at him.

  “What kind of gentleman would I be if I was to satisfy my own needs and leave you aching with desire?” he whispered into her neck.

  Nixie tried to stop herself, but couldn’t help running her hands along his chest. “Who says I’m aching with desire?” she asked weakly.

  Nick slid his knee between her legs, rubbing his thigh against her.

  She whimpered, leaning into him against her will.

  “That does,” he said with a grin. He grabbed her hips and slid her body further up his thigh. “It would be unfair of me not to pleasure you. Having sex is the only good solution.”