Billionaire Beast (Billionaires - Book #12)

by Claire Adams

  “You want it?” I whispered the words into her ear. She shuddered, her skin prickling with goosebumps as she ground her warm, wet channel against my hand.

  “Yes.” Her answer was but a breath in my ear, and I nudged her up, still working her core as she took off my shirt. I stood and slipped my hand free so I could tug down my pants until I was standing there naked.

  “God, Lexa. You are the perfect woman for me.” I couldn’t help but think of how much she’d pulled me out of my head and made me feel alive again.

  “Promise me you’ll always remember that.” There she was, talking as if she wasn’t going to be around much longer.

  “I will, but you’re not going anywhere, Lexa. I’m not letting you get away from me. I want you, and I have always had a way of having exactly what I want and taking it the way I’m going to take you.” Her eyes were so focused on mine that I never saw her blink as she nodded.

  “Please.” Her eyes softened, and I decided that her stress was just her longing, and I was more than willing to make the rest of the world go away for her until there was nothing but the two of us left in it.

  “You’re a good girl already, Lexa, taking care of me how you do.” I eased back on the bed, pulling her on top of me. She lay close, stretched out above me and resting her weight on me. She was as light as a feather, and it made me want to pick her up and put her right on my cock. It seemed as though she was listening, too.

  A second later, she rose up and straddled my hips, sandwiching my cock between her already soaked lips. She rocked up and down, spreading her nectar all over my shaft and making me want to come before I’d even gotten inside her. And, she liked the teasing, too. She leaned in and dragged her tongue against my tight nipples, biting and tugging as if they couldn’t possibly be as sensitive as her own.

  The sensation went right to my cock, causing it to twitch against her, and she let out a little giggle. “I felt that. I want to feel it inside me.” She reached down and closed her hand around my cock to pump it a few times. It felt amazing, especially when she added a bit more pressure and cupped my balls.

  I hissed through my teeth and urged her ass up enough to stand my cock against her entrance. Then I gripped her waist and tugged her down, slicing through her sex with my throbbing length.

  I would make sure she never wanted to leave me. That night, she’d become mine.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Lexa

  His cock slid home and spread me with such intense heat, it was like a knife slicing through me — only the pain was pleasure and I wanted more. There was something different about him that night, something that could only be described as determination, like he couldn’t hold me close enough or kiss me hard enough, something that made me need to be a part of him as if I could bury down in his soul and live there.

  I had been so scared that he’d learned something about me that I didn’t think things could be worse, but as his intensity grew, as he became more fevered, more determined, I couldn’t help but fear that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Maybe even more, if that were even possible.

  The idea of me falling in love with him had been scary because no one wants a broken heart. But I’d already accepted the fact that I deserved it. With all my lies, I’d take my lumps and move on somehow when he was done with me. How could it be that he’d fall for me? Had he?

  His eyes were softer tonight, and though we’d had amazing sex many other times, this was different, as if each move was designed to draw me closer and make me fall for him. As if he were desperate to keep me.

  His arm closed around my waist as he brought himself forward and captured my mouth with a slow, languid kiss. I melted against him, cupping his face and stroking his beard as I rode him gently.

  We barely moved, and yet it was all we needed. The pleasure was so intense that I could feel my release building as my walls swelled around his cock.

  His hand brushed my hair back, and his eyes searched across my body as if looking for my soul. It was so subtle, the entire act as if we were making love.

  Fear washed over me making me uneasy. When I trembled, he pulled me closer, and as if I weighed absolutely nothing, he stood, my legs wrapped around him to keep me from falling, but I wasn’t going anywhere. His cock was keeping me in place.

  He stepped over the pile of clothes at his feet and walked upstairs to his room. He took a moment to pull back his covers before placing me on the bed. His cock pulled free, leaving me wanting more. “If you’re cold, we can get under the covers.”

  “I’m okay, but this is nice.” I wanted to reach for him, to claw him back toward me and guide his cock back home, but he wasn’t in any hurry.

  His eyes locked on mine as his thumbs slipped into the elastic of my panties, which he’d left in place, despite his cock slipping in around them. But now he tugged them down to my knees and planted a soft kiss on my mound. A shudder went through me as he climbed on the bed, easing himself down between my legs and pulling the covers up over his shoulders.

  “I’m not cold anymore. I need you back inside me.” I rubbed my legs against him, trying to urge him up, but he slipped two fingers between my lips and dipped them into my soaking entrance. He kept them right on my spot as he worked his mouth against my clit. My body trembled as my first orgasm tumbled forth while I bucked against him. A cry of pleasure bubbled from my throat.

  “That’s right, come for me.” He watched me quake beneath him as he continued his ministrations with a wild look in his eyes. Then he kissed his way up and aimed his cock before easing it into my pulsing, aching, dripping walls.

  “Fuck, you’re soaked, Lexa. You’re going to milk my cock so fucking good with those quakes.” He ground his hips against me, his head diving to the depths of my channel, grazing my most tender spot along the way.

  He was being so tender with me, but I needed him raw. I needed him to take me hard and relentless. I didn’t deserve this slow and tender care. The soft touches that reached right to my heart, they were murdering me inside. The guilt of my lies was making every sweet gesture painful.

  “Fuck me harder, Aiden.” I grabbed hold of his ass and thrust my hips against him hard; he responded by giving me what I asked for.

  “Greedy girl.” He rolled us over, and I straddled his hips. “Take all you want.”

  I rode him fast, grinding myself against him now and then, but never slowing down. He watched me with a grin on his face, cupping my breasts and tweaking my nipples until a delicious wave of pleasure ached. The word greedy had done more to bruise my spirit, but I needed him to know this was all I would take from him.

  But did I deserve it?

  I collapsed against him, and he scooped me up and brought me to the edge of the bed where he held me face down, his hand planted firmly against my back, as he rubbed his cock between my ass cheeks.

  “You can’t run out of energy now, baby girl. I’m only getting started.” The feel of his cock as it brushed against my clit made me ache, and then he slipped it back into my channel, thrusting forward with such force our bodies clapped together. He reached for my hands and pulled my arms back, holding them for leverage as he fucked me just how I’d asked.

  I needed to be taken. I needed the ease of lovemaking to end and for him to give me just what I deserved. He gripped both my wrists with one hand and the other pushed against my star, rubbing the place as I cried out. I wasn’t sure he wouldn’t want that part of me, too, but a second later, he slapped my ass so hard, another release throbbed through me.

  “My girl likes that, don’t you?” I cried out when his hand came down again, this time a little harder.

  “Yes.” His spanking was softer the next time, and he rubbed the tender spot for me.

  “Your little ass is so pink.” He pulled away and kissed the tender spot, urging me over. I covered my face, hoping he wouldn’t see the guilt that was no doubt written there as if carved into stone.

  He parted my knees and centered himself, but th
en stopped suddenly. “What’s the matter?”

  “Nothing, please.” I tugged his hips forward with my feet.

  “Did I hurt you? Tell me if I did.” His finger lifted my chin, and his eyes met mine. “It’s not my intention, Lexa. If I’m ever getting too carried away, you tell me.” He meant every word. His eyes had filled with more care than I deserved.

  “No, it’s amazing.” I gave him a lazy smile and then nudged him again with my heels.

  “You’re amazing, Lexa.” He brought his lips to mine and gave them a peck. “We make a hot team, you and me. Don’t you think?”

  “Yes. I’m just… I don’t know.”

  “I’m freaking you out, aren’t I? I mean, I do want more, but I want you to want it, too. So much I’m determined to get what I want or fight my hardest.” His expression was sincere, and his brows rose like he was offering me a challenge. He had no idea. And when he learned the truth, his rejection would only be magnified by his kindness now.

  I couldn’t find the words to tell him and the last thing I wanted was to end the pleasure for a heavy discussion, so I urged him back inside of me and hissed out in pleasure as his cock pressed its way back into my already tender channel. There was always a readjusting to him, but it was getting easier each time we fucked. We were getting too comfortable, too deep, and I was in over my head.

  I gave in to the pleasure, but I couldn’t stop the nagging at the back of my mind. It was like a movie playing out to the end, when he learned of my lies and who I was.

  It didn’t stop my orgasms, though, which he coaxed forth with precision like a master in control. His orgasm came with a growl, and it was so sexy a sound that I found room for one more of my own before we collapsed in a puddle of our making, spent and fed.

  I expected him to pull me away to the shower, but instead, he curled against me, cradling me in his arms and pulled the covers up around my shoulders after he planted a soft kiss there. “Stay the night.” The words hung in the air a moment as I kept hearing them echo in my mind.

  I contemplated how I could get out of it and if I wanted to get out of it. But I didn’t. I selfishly didn’t want the time to end. He’d know my secret soon enough, and this would be all over. I yawned and snuggled closer, pressing my ass against him. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. Unless you have to be at work early or something?”

  “No, I have the day off.” I wasn’t about to tell him that I’d been sent home or why. No need to explain that head fuck to him. I owed him much more. I lay there thinking of ways to tell him my secret and came up short when I’d consider his reaction. There was no redeeming from this.

  As I lay there, going back and forth on how nice it was to be in his arms and to hear his steady breathing and feel it against my neck, his phone beeped. He pulled away from me, letting a chill slide down my back. I turned over to snuggle against his side and feel the tight bulge of his pecs as he checked it to see what the notification was about.

  He frowned and tossed the phone on the table so hard I wondered if something broke. “There’s nothing I hate more than a bunch of greedy leeches. Well, maybe a liar. I hate liars, too, but this family… God, I’d like to get through one fucking day without having to worry about this stupid lawsuit.”

  He turned and faced me as I lay there frozen and brushed my messy hair from my face. “You’re the only thing that makes this shit better. Thanks for staying with me.” He closed his eyes and buried his face against me as I lay there dying inside.

  Something on the phone must have reminded him of what was going on in life. Perhaps he had seen a text from his lawyer, there was no way to know, but I knew one thing: I’d rather be someone else. I’d rather be Lexa Lively than Alexandra Patterson, so I could be the person he needed me to be for him. The one to make it all go away and stay away, even after it was settled. I hated that as good as I was making things for him, I was going to make them terrible to the same degree.

  Eventually, I was going to hurt him or anger him, and he would hate me. I hate liars. Who didn’t? I hated myself.

  I was a liar. And what scared me most was that I wasn’t lying about how I felt. The feelings I had for him were all too real and intense, but it wouldn’t matter. In the end, he wasn’t in love with me. He didn’t even know who I was, so how could he be?

  As I lay there drifting off to sleep, his words echoed in my head: I hate liars, I hate liars, I hate liars.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Aiden

  Waking up with Lexa in my arms had done something to change my mood, and even though it had been over a day ago and she was gone to work, I’d woke up smiling again. She was monopolizing my thoughts. Considering my problems, that was a good thing.

  I dipped my rag in the suds and brought the dripping thing over the top of my sister’s car. I’d decided it had sat too long looking like no one had driven it since the police had it towed back home from the airport. Ally would want it shining.

  She’d been a regular at the detailing place downtown, and I remember teasing her that those men were interested in her more than the car. She’d winked and let me know she had her eye on one in particular herself. She’d always liked to shock me, and I’d warned her I’d go down there and crack skulls if it ended badly. A few weeks later, she came around with Shawn, and my worries of her slumming were over.

  I’d washed my mom’s car before Ally’s and decided to make a full morning of it and hit the Rolls and Shelby next. I hated to look at the Rolls knowing it would be the first to go if those assholes got their way, and I wasn’t about to let anything bring me down.

  The sun was shining, and the even the birds were singing at The Olde House, which was beginning to look like its old self. The gardener I’d hired, Pete Jr., had gotten the place looking as spectacular as the last time my mother had seen it. It made me feel better knowing she’d be proud, and I vowed all over again that I wouldn’t let anything happen to my home.

  As I was finishing the rinse on the Mustang, my phone rang. Even though I saw it was Layne, I didn’t let that get me down.

  “Hello, Layne. What’s the news?” There could only be one reason he’d call, and it was the lawsuit, so I continued rinsing as we talked.

  “You’re not going to like it, but you’re going to have to go before the judge a week from Monday. The Pattersons are still playing hardball, so this is the way it is. They aren’t interested in any deal.”

  “Okay, I’ll be there.” I didn’t have more to say, and I didn’t think it would do any good to get angry and spoil my mood.

  “Is that it? You’re not going to bite my head off about it and tell me you’re not going?” I could hear the ice rattling in glass through the phone and imagined him sitting on his lanai sipping bourbons with his mistress while his old lady was away visiting her mother. That was the usual way of things with him, and now he’d decided he wanted to get cocky with me?

  “Disappointed? I could fire you if it would make you feel better. But then who would pay for your mistress’ condo?”

  His voice lowered to a whisper and footsteps told me he was seeking privacy. “I’m not seeing Alicia anymore, thank you. I’ve been trying to repair my marriage.” He let out a breath that seemed more like frustration than a need to exhale. “Just be there.” His end of the line went dead, and I couldn’t help but chuckle as I tucked my phone back into my shirt pocket.

  “Good morning, Mr. Walker.” The voice came from behind me, and I turned to find Pete Jr. on the lawn holding a garden hoe.

  “Hey, you got the place looking so good I figured I better clean these cars up and bring them outside.” The place looked as if there were a crowd of people living inside.

  “That’s a mighty nice Mustang. A friend of mine had one he painted canary yellow with black racing stripes. You talk about fast.” He admired the car with a smile before it was back to business. “I’d like your permission to cut back one of the large oaks. It seems the last storm we had did some damage, and
now it’s threatening to land in your mother’s rose garden.”

  The oaks were a big part of our landscape, and I couldn’t bear to lose one, but mother’s roses had been her prize and Pete had finally gotten them back in shape. “Are we going to lose the tree or is this a trim only?”

  “I’ll have to cut a big part out, but I’m trying to keep her standing. I think it’s the best call.” I had to appreciate the man for coming to me with it instead of figuring it out on his own. It meant he knew how important those trees were. It was why I trusted him with the task.

  “Do what you feel is best, Pete. I trust you. Save as much as you can. I appreciate it, man.” I offered my cold, wet hand after wiping it on my jeans and after giving me a look that told me he wasn’t expecting a handshake, he offered his.

  The man’s hands were calloused from hard work, and my father had always taught me to respect that. My father’s hands hadn’t been so rough, but my grandfather’s had. Dad had said that his father told him that his hands were rough so his sons wouldn’t have to be. I looked at my palms as Pete walked away and then I got back to work on the car.

  The lawsuit was going to make sure I went back to work, and with the house looking like it did back in the days when it was magazine perfect, I wondered if I should set up my office right there at home.

  So many people were doing it these days that clients didn’t mind, and considering that the home office was twice the size of Dad’s at the firm, it would be much more comfortable. I hated that I might have to work as a lawyer, but I’d do it to ensure a good life and to keep my home.

  I thought for a moment about providing for a family and imagined Lexa and me living there together. That would be perfection. I could see her Camaro fitting in the garage, especially with the Rolls gone. I could let her use the Mustang, too; Ally’s not the Shelby. No, the Shelby was mine.

  Thinking of her spread across it while I feasted on her sweet pussy made my cock ache. I glanced at the time and wondered when she’d go on break. I needed a moment with her and wondered if she’d be into a little phone sex. All I needed was her sweet voice. Damn. I was messed up over her. She had me good and fallen, and it was a serious crush.