The Billionaire's Kisses: Billionaire Brothers

by Julie Farrell

  “As I said: that you only find me appealing because I’m leaving. As soon as I go back to London, the next woman on your list will appear and I’ll be forgotten.”

  He kissed her affectionately on the lips. “I’ll be coming to London soon with Dylan to clarify the final details. Tomorrow won’t be farewell.”

  “No. But we’ll have a professional relationship in London. It wouldn’t be the done thing for me to be screwing the new owner of the company.”

  “Well, why don’t we wait and see what happens?”

  Amy suppressed the affection in her heart that was quickly growing for Adam. “Because I won’t let you string me along. The truth is, I’m an all-or-nothing girl. You’re not that kind of guy.”

  “I promise I won’t hurt you, Amy. I do like you, okay?” Adam let this confession sizzle in the air between them, then he grinned suggestively. “But we’re still able to enjoy each other now, right?”

  Amy’s lust spoke on her behalf. While she was still in New York, there was no way she was turning down an Adam Quinlan orgasm – even if it ultimately wasn’t leading anywhere else. “Absolutely!”

  Adam leaned forward and suddenly kissed her hard. “Amy, I can’t stop thinking about you, sweetheart. Being in your presence makes my life seem… I don’t know, I’m not good with expressing my feelings. But you make me feel… sunny.”

  Amy chuckled. “Thank you.”

  He wrapped her up in his arms and they kissed passionately. Amy sunk into the moment and relished the feel of his soft lips and strong embrace. Sitting here kissing, harder and harder, was romantic as well as erotic. There was something intimate about kissing that didn’t happen with fucking… Adam’s mouth against hers was a treat to be savoured – it was as if their souls were combining, as their tongues clashed and saliva mixed.

  But then something deep inside Amy flashed, and lust rushed over her body. She reached out and started to hungrily undo Adam’s shirt, revealing his gorgeous, sculpted torso.

  “Yes, babe,” he whispered. “Let’s fuck.”

  He reached out and unbuttoned Amy’s dress, then made his way down to suck her erect nipple, which he gently took between his lips and teased with his tongue in that sensual way that took her to the edge of climax.

  “God, Adam!” she gasped, gripping the bedding and trying to stay in control.

  He glanced up and threw her a grin, which stirred a confidence inside her, making her feel alive and empowered. She kissed him hard, then she gently pushed him backwards, so that he was lying down. His undone shirt was falling off his shoulders, making him look like a semi-clad model. Amy didn’t know how she’d got here, but it felt as if she’d won some sort of erotic gold medal.

  She crawled over him, feeling sexy with her dress undone. He reached up and removed her bra, then she lowered her breasts over his face, inviting him to lick her nipples. Electric lust shuddered over her body and she realised she needed to fuck him properly – to feel that wonderful cock thrusting deep inside her. She reached down to unzip his trousers, then she fished out his rock-hard erection and started to move her hand up and down the shaft. He gasped with delight.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” he said. “When we were dancing, I wanted to bend you over and fuck you hard. Satisfaction for us both.”

  “Well now we can.”

  Amy sat back on her heels and made sure he was watching. Then she reached up and rubbed her breasts, turning herself on and pretending she was in a porn movie just for him. She gazed down at his gorgeous cock and threw him a sensual grin.

  “I’ve never done this before,” she said.

  He frowned. “Done what?”

  She took his erection in her hand, and leaned forward, then she rubbed it between her ample breasts, sliding it in and out of her cleavage. Adam groaned and reached out to run his hand through her hair.

  Amy felt powerful. She noticed a bead of pre-cum escaping from his cock, and she dropped her head down to lick it up.

  She glanced back up and saw his eyes were half-closed with lust.

  “Condom?” she asked.

  Adam grinned. “In my wallet.”

  He pointed over to the vanity table, so Amy padded over to get it. Adam pulled off his trousers and underwear, then laid back down. Amy found the condom and took the liberty of rolling it over his hard-on herself. Then she removed her dress and crawled back over him – still wearing her panties. She straddled her thighs over his toned body, and they shared a lustful smile.

  His hands gripped her hips. “I wanna see you coming hard. Your first orgasm from full penetration, right?”

  Amy gasped at the thought. “Yes!”

  “You’re gonna love this, sweetheart. And me too.”

  Still straddling his thighs, she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. He reached around and rummaged his fingers in her panties, which made her feel naughty and illicit.

  “Leave your panties on,” he said. “It turns me on.”

  Amy could barely talk from arousal. “Okay.”

  It felt like heaven as his fingers circled around the outside of her pussy, gently slipping in and out and making her wet. Amy ground her hips and tried to get his fingers to fully penetrate her.

  “Always so impatient,” he said with a smirk.

  “I want you,” she said. “I want you inside me.”

  Adam reached his hands around the back of her ass and gently lifted her hips, pushing her off balance so her breasts squashed against his toned pecs. From this angle, it felt as if he was waiting for someone to come up behind and fuck her hard. A flash of Joseph or Dylan joining them assaulted Amy, but she shook it away in case she climaxed too soon. Adam gently guided her hips down towards his hard cock, then he pushed her panties out of the way with his gorgeous fingers, and eased the tip of his erection into her pussy.

  Amy gasped, realising that Adam was actually a little too big for her, even though she was dripping wet now. She bit her lip and relished the feel of him inside her, groaning as the pain and pleasure merged into one fantastic sensation between her legs.

  He pushed her hips down and gently eased himself further in. “God, I love your tight pussy.”

  Amy closed her eyes and enjoyed being filled up by him. She paused for a moment to catch her breath, then she shot him a lusty smile. He grabbed her hips strongly and started to move her back and forth, getting them both into the perfect rhythm. The bed below them began to creak, but Amy didn’t care about anything but the bubbling pleasure between her legs.

  She ground herself into his pelvis, relishing the soft material of her panties as it caressed her clit. The pleasure was all-encompassing, as his cock skimmed over her G-spot, and the room began to swirl. Amy was vaguely aware that Adam was watching her as she rode him, but she ignored his fascinated gaze and quickened the pace, desperate to get there now. As the orgasm caught powerfully, her head dropped back and she lost sense of reality – the only thing that existed was the wave of ecstasy swirling through her body, making her groan. She was vaguely aware of Adam shooting his load deep inside her, and pulling her even harder down, enhancing her pleasure even more. The world snapped away and she merged with the universe, feeling bound to Adam by pleasure and delight, as well as by the sounds of her own noisy groans, which probably could be heard throughout the house. But she couldn’t stop it now – she was possessed by joy. She was possessed by him. Another wave took her, and then another, and another. Her mouth grinned as if she was on drugs; her lungs drew in the air, which sparkled with warmth, holding them together. The room slowly started to drift back, but Amy’s body continued to fizz with joy. She stayed there for a moment, floating in her bubble of pleasure, before opening her eyes to find Adam grinning in awe.

  “I like full-penetration orgasms,” she said. “I like nature’s gift to women.”

  He chuckled kindly. “You’re beautiful, Amy. Seriously. Perfect.”

  He glanced away and Amy sensed that he wanted to say something more; to tell her
he liked her more than just for sex. She could see he was holding back, and optimism sparkled inside her. Maybe there was a future in this relationship. But she knew she shouldn’t press him on it now. They’d only known each other two days and she didn’t want to scare him off.

  She collapsed down onto his chest, and his strong arms fell around her.

  “You’re warm,” he said. “And sticky.”

  Amy giggled. “I like being warm and sticky.”

  “Me too.”

  Amy’s ear caught the sound of the music from downstairs. “I guess we’d better go back,” she said. “They’ll be wondering where we are.”

  “I wish we could freeze time. Stay wrapped in each other’s arms.”

  “That would be amazing. It’s like when you don’t want to get out bed on a cold winter’s morning, isn’t it?” she said with a chuckle.

  They stayed like that – in each other’s arms – for a little longer, then Amy forced herself up. She climbed off him and started to dress. Adam watched her through sleepy eyes.

  She threw him his trousers. “Come on.”

  They both chuckled. Amy loved the fact that she could be playful with him. He sat up and dressed, too. Then he delved into his trouser pocket.

  “Babe, there is actually something tangible I want to give you – as well as a mind-blowing orgasm! It wasn’t just a double-entendre.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah.” He pulled out a pendant from his pocket and held it up. It spun on the end of the silver chain, twisting this way and that. It was a long blue stone – the most beautiful thing Amy had ever seen. She was certain that someone had taken a slice of the blue sky and made it into this jewel.

  “Wow,” she said. “It’s lovely.”

  “It’s a family heirloom,” he said. “I want you to take care of it for me. For a little while.”

  “Really? Why?”

  “I just… please, will you wear it? For me?”

  “Of course. But what is this pendant?”

  “It’s… look, we all know there are things money can’t buy – things that are more precious than money. You can’t buy back the lives of your dead loved ones, right?”

  “No.”

  “Well, this pendant is expensive – priceless, in fact – but more than that, it’s got sentimental value. It means a lot to me. And… well, so do you. Please keep it close. Will you do that for me?”

  She nodded. “I will. I’ll wear it always.”

  Adam smiled tenderly into her eyes and fastened the chain around her neck. The stone felt warm against her chest.

  He kissed her on the forehead. “Beautiful – you’re beautiful.”

  “Thank you. Now come on, let’s get back down there before your family think we’ve eloped!”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Amy kissed Adam goodbye on the landing, and told him she’d meet him back downstairs because she needed to freshen up. She stood in the huge bathroom and grinned at the ornate mirror, unable to hide her excitement and affection for Adam. She reached up and fondled the beautiful pendant around her neck, feeling honoured that he’d chosen to give her something of sentimental value, rather than something expensive – which would’ve been far too easy. Her excitement bubbled and she laughed out loud. She didn’t want to allow her heart to unwind into him, but the truth was he was wonderful, his family were adorable… even this bathroom was amazing. The floor was marble, the bathtub was big enough for two, and the general vibe oozed luxury. But none of this mattered, not really. Amy wasn’t particularly impressed by money. She needed it to pay her rent and bills like everyone, but all she really wanted was for this glorious feeling of affection to go on forever.

  No, Amy. You’re going back to London tomorrow night. Enjoy it while it lasts. Don’t get sucked in. You’ll get hurt.

  But why would he give me the pendant, if his heart didn’t like me a little bit?

  Amy inhaled deeply and vowed to get a grip. She took one final glance in the mirror, then she stood up tall and strode in her heels towards the ostentatious staircase. The sound of the party continuing below whooshed excitement into her body, and she couldn’t wait to get back there, dancing and mingling with Adam’s lovely family. She rested her hand on the wooden bannister, feeling like a 1940s movie star, about to descend the staircase in a Hollywood classic. As she lowered her foot onto the first step, she realised she could hear Adam, Dylan, and Joseph chatting boisterously at the bottom. She blushed. The other two had probably just heard her loud orgasm. But she was proud of the fact that she enjoyed sex this much. It was a new experience for her and she suddenly wanted to tell everyone. Maybe she’d go down there now and make a few suggestive remarks.

  She moved her foot to continue her descent, when Adam’s voice said, “Yeah, she sure is special. I’ve never met anyone like her.”

  “She’s pretty,” Dylan said. “And fun. I like her.”

  “She’s wise,” Joseph said. “Reminds me of Ivan.”

  Amy grinned. Her heart soared with pride. She was hidden from sight here, so she decided to stay and listen, desperate to hear what other compliments these gorgeous brothers might bestow upon her. She craned her neck so she could just about see all three men through a gap in the bannister. She felt naughty spying like this, but she was dying to know what Adam might reveal to his brothers about her.

  Dylan frowned at Joseph. “In what way is she like Ivan?”

  “Well,” Joseph said. “She won’t take any shit from either of you two for a start.”

  Adam grinned at his younger brother. “And you’ve got her wrapped around your little finger, I suppose?”

  “No,” Joseph said. “And I didn’t have Ivan wrapped. He just… we just got on.”

  Dylan rested his hand on Joseph’s shoulder. “I know it’s painful, kiddo. I miss him, too.”

  Joseph gazed down at the ground. He snapped himself out of it. “And Amy’s a great dancer.”

  “You sound more taken with Ms Carter than Adam is,” Dylan said. “Shame she’ll be returning to London tomorrow night.”

  “Maybe if you fire her,” Joseph said, “she’ll stick around in New York for a bit longer. You’d like that wouldn’t you, Ad?”

  Adam shrugged. “Sure would.”

  “Well, you won’t need to fire her,” Dylan said. “I’ve been looking at the figures again with Preti and we’ll need to lose the back-office staff in six months from now.”

  Amy’s spine prickled with worry as she continued to listen. Lose the back office staff?

  Adam’s expression dropped to concern. “But we assured her we wouldn’t do that.”

  “I know, but Adam, this is business. It’s what Preti suggests, and I agree.”

  “But what about the contract? We promised Amy we’d honour her requests.”

  “Adam, what’s got into you? We’ll sign the contract as agreed for a guaranteed retainer of six months, but after that, we’ll need to lose all the back-office staff. Including your lovely Amy. Sorry. It’s a shame because I do genuinely like her. And I can see you do, too.”

  Adam’s demeanour stiffened. “Sure I like her. But business is business. I’ve never known Preti to let us down, so if that’s what she thinks, I guess that’s what we’ll need to do.”

  In her hiding place, Amy’s cheeks flushed with humiliation. How dare he pretend to care for her, then plot so casually against her behind her back? What an asshole!

  “We need to keep the shareholders happy,” Dylan said. “They don’t care about our dead brother or our little side projects. This is business.”

  “And it’s for Ivan,” Adam said. “He made a huge sacrifice, and so others will need to be sacrificed, too.”

  The three men started to talk about their plans for a memorial plaque for Ivan, but Amy couldn’t concentrate on what they were saying. Her ears thumped as the blood pumped cruelly through them; her mind blurred with betrayal. She felt like a piece of paper, torn in two. It was like Adam had ripped out her core
and trampled on it. She felt physically sick – as if he’d punched her. How stupid to think he cared for her! This was worse even than finding her ex-boyfriend fucking his assistant, because she’d fallen out of love with him months ago. But this… was she was more upset with herself for believing Adam’s charming bullshit or with him for being such a bastard? But she’d known he’d been a bastard right from the start. Why was she surprised now?

  Amy gripped the bannister for support and realised that she needed to get out of here now. She wanted to go back to her hotel; back to London. But Adam was technically about to become her boss. And apparently he was planning to make her redundant! What a fucking asshole. She wanted to kill him. But she couldn’t make a scene here – not at his parents’ wedding anniversary party. But obviously she couldn’t stay here – how the hell was she going to contain her simmering fury?

  Amy realised she couldn’t hear the brothers talking any longer. She glanced down through the gap in the bannister and saw an empty piece of wooden floor where they’d been standing a moment ago. Plotting her downfall. She assumed they must’ve gone back into the grand hall, so she crept down the stairs into the hallway, feeling her mind swirl with painful embarrassment. She was delicate and flimsy, like a squashed insect.

  When she reached the bottom step, she staggered and rested against the bannister.

  Adam’s mother strolled out of the kitchen carrying a bottle of Champagne, which she almost dropped as she saw Amy’s limp sweat-drenched body. “Amy, what’s the matter, dear? Are you feeling unwell?”

  Amy forced herself to be polite. “Yes. I think I’ll go back to my hotel.”

  “I’ll get Adam.”

  “No, please. I don’t want to see him. Will you please tell him I’ve gone? Tell him I’m feeling very sick and ill.”

  “Of course. Come on, I’ll help you to the car. His driver will take you back to your hotel. Are you sure you don’t want to see Adam?”

  Amy bit back her tears. “I don’t want him to see me like this. I’m sure you understand.”

  “Yes, I understand. Come along, dear; it’s okay. You’ll be okay now.”