REX (The Billionaire Croft Brothers, Book Three)

by Paige North

  “Damien screwed both of us.” Rex says the producer’s name like a curse word. “I had an agreement with the agency for The Wife Experience. I’m looking for a woman to marry. Not hang out with. I’ve done plenty of that,” he adds, muttering.

  I’m completely shocked on a number of levels. That he thought he could call up an agency, who would then send over a woman he could marry is totally ludicrous.

  Why would he even want that?

  “I’m don't get it,” I say. “You’re a rich, really good-looking guy. Why do you need some agency to send you a wife? Why do you even want to get married?”

  “I don’t want to get married. I need to. It’s a business arrangement,” he says. “Nothing more. All marriages are.”

  “No they’re not,” I reply, offended by his statement.

  He tilts his head slightly, looking at me closely. “Addison, this…position pays very well. You’d be crazy not to consider it.”

  “To consider marrying you? For money?” I have to laugh at the absurdity of it.

  Only in L.A., I think. Only in this town would I somehow be the crazy one in the situation.

  “Everyone has a price,” Rex tells me, and his eyes are dead serious.

  He says it like a challenge.

  I find my body responding to him despite my better judgment.

  “I don’t,” I say, and I mean that with every drop of blood in my body. “And especially not when it comes to love.”

  “Who said anything about love?” Rex asks, arching an eyebrow.

  “I did,” I say, not wanting to elaborate.

  Having grown up as an adopted kid with a family that never quite connected to me, and certainly never showed me love, I’ve learned that finding love—a real, true, ride-or-die love—is the most important thing for me. More important, even, than landing a huge movie deal. “When I get married, it’ll be for love,” I tell him. “I want a real marriage, not some farce. I want love and romance and a true life together. It’s the most important thing in the world to me.”

  “More than money?”

  “Way more,” I say. I shrug my shoulders. “I’m sorry about the mix up, but you’ve got the wrong girl.”

  Rex watches me carefully. “Maybe,” he says. The warm light of the room makes his olive skin look perfect, and his sculpted arms are so hard and strong I could clutch them for days.

  “No, definitely,” I say, making sure he knows that there’s no chance I’m changing my mind on this.

  “I suppose I can deal with the fact that you’re not going to be my wife,” he sighs. “And I won’t tell the agency I’m unhappy with you either. Truth be told, I was having a nice time with you before Andrew ruined everything with that contract.”

  I find myself smiling. “Yeah, it was all Andrew’s fault.”

  Rex folds his muscular arms. “You mentioned dinner earlier. How about we salvage the evening? Stay, and we can finish up our little date—just like Damien sent you to do—and then we’ll be even. I’ll even cook for you to prove I’m not a total savage.”

  “You’ll cook, huh?” I say, definitely intrigued by this new turn of events. I wonder if he’ll cook shirtless. If I were braver, I’d negotiate for that.

  “Whatever you want,” Rex says softly, and with a different intensity.

  I swallow, feeling my lower belly do a slow flip and my nipples harden.

  It’s funny how the air can change in an instant, and suddenly I’m dying for him to kiss me.

  He steps closer, and I feel heat rush to my cheeks just from his presence. “Stay, Addison,” he says softly, and I want to melt right then onto the floor.

  “Maybe just a little while,” I breathe out, glad I can still speak.

  “Come on,” he says, taking my hand and leading me toward the kitchen. The feeling of his hand holding mine shoots butterflies through to my core.

  He pulls out a stool at the island and I hop up. A bottle of champagne from is sitting nearby, and Rex pours me a glass, and then one for himself.

  “To a contract-free evening,” he says. “And now, for the main course.”

  I’ve decided to relax into what is most definitely the strangest evening of my life so far. Rex begins moving around the enormous kitchen—worth three of my studio apartments, at least—and takes out pots and pans. I watch the muscles on his smooth back flex and contract as he moves about the kitchen.

  “Cooking’s a hobby of mine,” he says. “Relaxes me.”

  “You haven’t even told me what you do for a living,” I say. I assume that all this is the result of a trust fund.

  “I help run my family business,” he says. “And one day I intend to run it alone.”

  “Okay,” I say, wondering what that means. “What kind of family business?”

  “Started with my father as luxury hotels but we’ve branched out to just about everything from golf courses to real estate to helicopter leasing. I think my brother might be leasing private jets too.”

  “You don’t know?” I ask.

  “I don’t care,” he says, and his tone is suddenly hard, as if this particular avenue of conversation is blocked off permanently.

  We fall silent momentarily.

  Rex begins making burgers and freshly made fries as I sip on the champagne and watch him move around the kitchen with ease.

  I never knew that a man in the kitchen could be so sexy, but Rex is. Unfortunately he managed to find a T-shirt so his outstanding abs are covered, but his arms sure flex nicely as he works the knife over the potatoes.

  “You’re an actor,” he says. “Tell about that.”

  I tell him a little about what I’ve done so far, leaving out the experimental theatre and the mustard squirting bit. My resume is not impressive to say the least. I tell him that extra work is what’s been paying the bills but that it’s painfully dull.

  “Sets are actually kind of boring,” I tell him. “Growing up I thought they’d be magical, you know, this place of make-believe. But it’s tedious, watching the real actors go over their lines again and again and again.”

  “But that’s how you earn your living?” he says. “By acting?”

  “What little living there is to earn, yes.”

  “Well then,” he says, “you’re a real actor too. Not just the ones saying the lines.”

  That small comment makes me feel pretty good. I suppose he’s right. Everyone starts somewhere, right?

  We eat dinner at the kitchen bar. It’s the best burger I’ve ever had in my life, and the fries are perfectly crispy salty too. As we talk he keeps swiveling on his stool, knee bumping mine. I wonder if I should change back into my clothes but am having such a good time with Rex that I don’t worry about it. Instead I swivel my chair and bump into his knee. And then I angle my chair toward his just the slightest so that our knees stay touching.

  He doesn’t move away.

  Tonight is not real. It’s not a real date. Rex isn’t really interested in me, at least not in that kind of way. He’s been flirty but it’s probably just in his nature. I can already tell he’s the kind of guy who always gets what he wants, and that includes the girl.

  And I am clearly not the girl.

  So for the rest of evening I will just enjoy drinking his champagne and looking at his exceptional body, and face, and great head of hair. I’ll enjoy the evening knowing that, come tomorrow, I’ll have my rent money and will live to audition another day.

  “Want to go up on the balcony for a drink? It’s a great view,” he says.

  “Sure,” I say.

  We leave the dishes and I follow him down a long corridor to another staircase. He carries a new bottle of champagne and both our glasses. I follow Rex up the stairs, staring at his ass the whole way.

  REX

  I ’ll admit it: I’ve brought lots of girls up here under the guise that we’re just going to have a drink and gaze at the city glittering below. And all those girls were supermodel gorgeous, stunning women who wouldn’t think tw
ice about giving a blowjob to a rich guy they just met.

  But Addison is different.

  From the moment she walked through the doors to the pool, I was floored. There’s something different about her, and not just the way I’m attracted to her—which I am, and wildly so. I’m still not sure how I managed to restrain myself, being so close to her with so few clothes on.

  What I didn’t expect—and what I don’t get from all those other girls I’ve hung out with—is how easy Addison is to be around. She was definitely freaked out by the contract thing—who wouldn't be?—but she recovered quickly and was game to still hang out with me, which I appreciate.

  I don’t mind being alone—I often prefer it—but once she got here and we started talking, I didn’t want her to leave.

  And she’s still in that goddamn robe, managing to make it look sexy as hell. It doesn’t help knowing exactly what’s underneath. I’ve gotten a good peek, and now I want more.

  It’s driving me fucking nuts, and I’m surprised by just how badly I want her.

  It feels different than how I usually am with women.

  The intensity is beyond the physical—it’s tied up with who she is somehow…

  She’s gazing out at the view and I’m watching her. I reach out to the messy little bun at the back of her neck.

  “May I?” I ask, holding the tie between my fingers.

  “Sure,” she says.

  I pull it gently out and watch as her hair falls in big, long curls down her back.

  “Very pretty,” I say.

  I’m absolutely dying to kiss her. My hand is still on her hair, which is so soft and silky, resting against her back. I gently brush it down, seeing if she pulls away from my touch.

  She doesn’t.

  I move closer to her, leaving almost no space between us, and she shifts her body toward me.

  She looks up at me, catching my eyes only for a moment. I dip my head down and press my lips to hers. Her body immediately moves closer to mine. Holding her face in my hands, I push my tongue gently into her mouth, tasting her, feeling her move back against me.

  She wraps her arms around me, and we kiss deeply without pause.

  I’ve never had a kiss like this before. The way her lips feel against mine makes my head spin. I nip at her bottom lip, already swollen from pressing so hard against mine. Her back’s against the fence that keeps us from plummeting down a forty-foot drop, and when I press my dick against her, so fucking hard and needy in my pants, she tugs at my waist, showing me she wants more.

  God help me, I will give it to her.

  I untie the robe and let it fall open, finally showing me her stunning body up close and without the distortion of rippling water. I let my hands move slowly over her skin, enjoying the curve of her waist and fullness of her ass, tug her forward into my dick that’s just begging for more attention.

  I gently take a handful of her tit, feeling her through the lace of her bra. I break away from our kiss just long enough to kiss her breasts, over the tops of them, licking the valley between them.

  Addison is leaning back against the fence, each hand holding onto a bar down by her thighs. Her breathing is heavy as her eyes scan my body. She reaches for my shirt and I pull it off and toss it aside.

  I stand back and let her stare at me, looking at my body just as I looked at hers. When she looks back into my eyes I crash back into her, my mouth on hers again, seeking relief.

  Addison’s hands are tangled in my hair and I can’t get close enough to this girl’s body.

  Her hand is just at the waistband of my swim trunks—not quite going for it for clearly thinking about it.

  Still kissing her, I take her hand and move it down over the fabric of my shorts, letting her feel how hard she has me, how big my cock is, and how much I want her. Her fingers curl around my dick and her hand starts moving slowly up and down. I pull back from the kiss.

  I hold her face in my hands and run my thumb over her lips, which are red sexy as fuck. I run my fingers over her lips, feeling how soft and eager they are. I kiss her again, deep and fast before pulling away.

  “What else can this mouth do?” I ask. I run my thumb over that lip again. She juts her chin out slightly. “Show me.”

  I take her wrist and tug it downward slightly to make sure she knows what I want. The question is, will she give it to me?

  She’s practically panting, her tits on spectacular display with the robe hanging open. Her eyes don’t leave mine, and I wonder if she’s going to tell me to fuck off. Just when I’m sure she’s going to cover up and leave, she slowly lowers herself down in front of me until she’s on her knees—her eyes on me the whole time.

  Addison runs her hand over my cock through my shorts again, her eyes now seeing what her mouth is in for.

  I want to shove my shorts down for her but instead I put my hand on top of hers again, giving her hand more pressure on my dick as we move up and down. I tuck some of my hair that’s fallen in my face behind my ear, watching her, waiting for her. I can’t tell if she’s going slow to tease me or working up the courage herself. If she keeps rubbing on my dick she’s going to jack me off before she gets me out.

  I take her chin in my fingers and tilt her head up. Her wide eyes look up at me.

  “Take off my shorts,” I say, “and suck my dick.”

  She licks her lips, looking back down at my shorts. I take the tiniest step closer to her. She looks back up at me. I take her chin again, rubbing my thumb over her full bottom lip. “Your mouth is so sexy, Addison. Show me what it can do to my cock.”

  She swallows, and finally moves her hands to the sides of my shorts. She slowly begins lowering them. When my cock springs free, Addison’s breath catches, and she freezes for a moment before taking the shorts off all the way.

  I take my dick in my hand—it’s been straining so fucking hard, so eager since basically the moment I saw Addison—and give it a few tugs to ease the tension. With my other hand I run my fingers through Addison’s gorgeous hair, pushing it back off her face. When I aim my cock toward her face, she opens wide like a good girl, ready to take me in her sweet little mouth.

  Her tongue slips out and licks my head. I watch her as she does it again, this time with more of her tongue sliding over the whole of my cock’s head as if she found the pre-cum there and needs to lick it up. She moves to the base, drops her tongue on me, and licks slow and long, all the way up the length of me, her eyes on me the entire time as if gauging if I'm enjoying this. My hand drops to my side—shit, she’s got this.

  She takes me in her hand, wrapping her fingers around my fat dick to hold me where she wants me.

  When she wraps her soft lips around the top of my cock, I start to get tunnel vision. How the fuck am I going to stay standing with this girl on her knees sucking me off like this? She wraps her lips around me and presses her tongue against the sensitive flesh while my dick slides slowly and deeply into her warm, wet mouth. She pulls her mouth off, licks the head, then dips her head back down and takes me as far as she can go again.

  Without realizing it I’ve got a hunk of her hair in my hands and I’m guiding her head up and down over my cock, although she’s doing a pretty outstanding job on her own. I knew her mouth would work wonders and fuck if it doesn’t. Every time she goes down she takes a little more of me, and I push her head down to try to take even more.

  “God, yes, Addison,” I say. “Open up your throat and take me in.”

  When she moans I want to die, or shoot come down her throat.

  Her hand pulls on my dick while her mouth does its job, and looking down on her, watching her move is beyond hot. She looks so sexy, her head bobbing up and down on my cock, sucking me like that.

  My hand digs tighter into her hair but really I’m just letting her do the work. Her robe has fallen open to reveal her gorgeous body, and even while she blows me I’m thinking about getting all her clothes off—what little is left—and giving her back this mind-blowing pleasure
that she’s giving me.

  Her mouth is so warm, her tongue knows just how to work over my cock, and I know it won’t be long before I finally can’t take it anymore.

  I’ve been watching Addison, seeing her body, kissing her mouth for way too long tonight to hold back now. She’s sucking me so good I don’t want it to end…but it’s so good she’s ensuring that I can’t possibly last much longer.

  I give her fair warning before I come, and when I do I hold her head tight to me, my dick stuffed in her mouth, come exploding down the back of her throat. When I finally finish it takes me a moment to compose myself, my feet planted firmly so that I don’t topple over. I realize Addison’s mouth has left me when I feel the cool breeze back on me, and I unclench my hand from her hair.

  When I look down at her, she’s looking up at me. She’s got this look in her eyes like she’s wondering if that was okay—like she really doesn’t know. I smooth her hair back from her face and tell her, “You are incredible. Jesus, that was incredible.”

  A tiny little grin plays on her lips—lips that I will be jerking off to for the next month, no doubt—and I know she’s glad she pleased me. She reaches to the ground for my shorts, and I think she’s going to help me get dressed again. Instead, she stands up and holds them as well as my T-shirt close to her chest. She’s got the robe pulled tight around her again, and she takes slow steps away from me.

  “Hey, where are you going?” I ask. “I’m naked here.”

  “I know,” she says. “You should stay that way.”

  Gladly. I work hard on my body and have no problem letting her ogle me. I turn to better face her so she can really take me in—and she does, her eyes slowly going all up and down my body like she doesn’t want to miss an inch. I’d let her stay all night and stare at me, but it’s cold out here and if she’s still willing, I have more I want to do to her.

  I walk past her, giving her a good look at my ass. I look over my shoulder and yep, she’s watching me go.

  “Come on,” I say. “I want to return the favor.”