Sleeping with a Billionaire - Complete Series (An Alpha Billionaire Romance Love Story)

by Nella Tyler

  “I can’t make you go to the movies by yourself when I’m not even working,” he told me. “If you can give me a few minutes to wash up, I’d love to escort you.”

  We walked back to the house, and Cade went in. I don’t know if Mom said anything, but a few minutes later, he was back out, looking just as gorgeous as ever. No one at the movie theater would even bat an eyelash at the sweat on his clothes or the little bit of dirt on his shoes. There were enough farmers who’d turn up in worse states as it was.

  We had a brief argument about whose car we’d take—at first I argued that it would be easier for us to take my car, since I could bring us back to the house for him to get in his truck and drive home—but Cade pointed out that either way, we’d have to come back to the farm house and it was faster for him to just drop me off when we were through and then head home. I gave in, climbing into the passenger side of his truck tingling all over.

  I was surprised to see that the interior of his truck was actually clean; there weren’t any wrappers or empty cartons or anything like that hanging around. But then, I’d noticed that Cade was basically a clean person: he washed up well whenever he had dinner with us and his house hadn’t been dirty when I’d visited him weeks before, just a little messy.

  We talked about what movie we wanted to see on the drive into town, and I realized how little I knew about what was going on in the world around me.

  “You know, I don’t think I’ve seen a single movie in the theaters since I got pregnant with Addie,” I told Cade, shaking my head. It was impossible for me to believe it; before I’d gotten pregnant I’d managed to go at least once every two weeks.

  “Well, in fairness to you, you’ve been pretty much occupied ever since,” he pointed out. “It’s good of your parents to encourage you to get out, take a break from things.”

  I grinned. “Mom pointed out that when Tuck and I were kids, she’d have my Aunt Genie come over and stay with us while they went out at least once a month. So I think they’ve got a pretty healthy notion of what it should be like for parents.”

  Cade nodded. I licked my lips and thought about a question that I wasn’t quite sure I wanted to know the answer to. “You ever think of having kids?” It flew out of me before I could even fully think about how to phrase it without sounding nosy.

  “Someday, yeah,” he said, nodding. “I like to think I’d make a decent dad, and if I found a woman to settle down with, I’d want to have at least a couple of kids—and help raise ‘em.”

  “How would you help?” I couldn’t suppress the amusement I felt at the idea; but then, I’d had Titan as the father of my child and he clearly didn’t want to have anything to do with Addie’s life.

  “I’d play with them, help them with their homework,” Cade said with a shrug. “I’d make sure that I taught them what I know about discipline. Make sure that they were eating their dinner, those kinds of things.”

  I pressed my lips together, feeling a tight, dry sensation in my throat. It sounded so wonderful. I swallowed and tried to keep my voice light as I spoke.

  “I would sure hope you wouldn’t expect your wife to do all the cooking and cleaning all the time,” I said tartly.

  “Your mom does what—ninety percent?” I shrugged.

  “She likes it, though. That’s her arrangement with my dad. And, he helps.”

  Cade nodded again. “I’ve seen that,” he admitted. “I guess if my wife wanted the occasional night off, without going out even, I’d do my part,” he said. “And, of course I’d expect to be in charge of all the outside cleaning: raking, painting the house, power-washing everything, all that stuff.”

  I smiled, and felt my cheeks heating up. “You’re going to make some woman a real good husband someday,” I told him.

  “I hope so,” Cade said, glancing at me. “Now it’s just a matter of finding ‘some woman’ who’ll put up with me working as hard as I do and deal with me being a stubborn ass.”

  I laughed and shook my head. “You’re a good man. I think maybe your problem is that you’re looking too hard for a specific woman, instead of opening yourself up to the right one.”

  Cade stopped at the light just before the movie theater and looked over at me. “You may be right about that,” he said. He smiled again, and I felt my heart skip in my chest. “I guess I’ll have to open myself up a bit.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Cade

  When we got to the theater, I still wasn’t sure whether or not Autumn was considering it a date. Nothing I tried to say during the car ride into town had given me any clues; and she was dressed the same way I’d seen her dressed more than once when she’d left the farm for something even more mundane than a trip to the movies.

  I parked the truck and hurried out of the seat, closing the door behind me and walking quickly to the other side of the car to help her down. She took my hand in hers and I marveled at how soft her skin was, even though I knew she worked every bit as hard as I did, even if it was at slightly different tasks.

  We walked up to the ticket window and I wanted—more than anything—to get hold of her hand again, to just hold it the rest of the day. But that wasn’t in the cards. I reminded myself that I’d made a promise, and that unless she made a real, concerted, obvious move on me, I wasn’t going to go back on it. “What did we decide we were going to see?” Autumn frowned as she tried to remember.

  “I don’t think we actually decided,” she told me. “I think we got sidetracked.”

  I considered that and nodded. “That sounds about right,” I agreed. “Well, we have the big list right here.” I pointed to the board at the back of the ticket booth, and we both studied it while we waited for the two people in front of us to make up their minds. We settled on a comedy—something light, that neither of us knew too much about but had heard, vaguely, was pretty good, and then came the first moment of truth: who would pay for the tickets?

  “Why don’t we just each pay for our own?” Autumn held my gaze and smiled slightly. “We don’t want to hold anyone up behind us arguing about who’s going to buy.” I didn’t like the idea, but I accepted it, and we each bought one ticket for the next showing.

  We stepped inside the building and the smell of popcorn was almost too much to bear. “Okay,” I told her, my fingers itching to touch her hand again, but staying right where they were. “I am buying us both popcorn. It doesn’t make sense to buy it separately.”

  Autumn pressed her lips together and I knew she was debating it just as harshly as I had been. “Okay,” she said. “But just popcorn.”

  “No drink?” I shook my head. “Total rookie mistake. You’re out of practice. Popcorn to share, a drink for each of us, and you pick one candy.”

  “I said popcorn!” She slapped my upper arm and I saw a quick, admiring look on her face. “Nothing else.”

  “You need a soda and candy, too,” I insisted. “The soda will keep you from choking when the half-popped kernels get stuck in your throat, and the candy cuts all that salt.”

  Autumn pouted, but when we got to the cashier, she gave in. “Fine,” she said. “A coke and a pack of the nonpareils.”

  “Excellent choice,” I told her. I ordered our snacks, and we headed to the theater where our movie was about to start.

  I barely paid attention to the movie at all. It was a comedy that I’d figured we’d both like, and a few times I laughed mostly because I heard everyone else in the theater laughing, but I was too aware of Autumn sitting in the seat next to mine to really take in what the movie was even about beyond what I’d seen in trailers.

  Every so often, her fingers brushed against mine in the popcorn bucket, I felt her shift next to me in the chair, or I caught the scent of her perfume or her shampoo or something. No matter how hard I tried to focus on the movie, my thoughts twisted right back around to her.

  I wanted to actually hold her hand—I wanted to move in my seat so I could just barely feel her body against mine. But nothing that Autumn had
done had indicated that she thought it was really a date between us.

  I told myself I wasn’t falling in love with her. I just liked and respected her, admired her devotion to her daughter and the fact that she was brave enough to raise Addie without Titan. She was a perfectly wonderful woman…exactly the kind of woman a guy could fall for easily.

  I managed to get out of my head towards the end of the movie a little bit, by force of will and nothing else. Autumn’s face lit up from the screen in front of us was beautiful, but I knew she’d want to talk about the movie once it was done, and I couldn’t tell her that I’d spent the whole movie thinking of her, watching her reactions, enjoying her presence. It would be too creepy.

  I barely understood how it ended up on the screen because I didn’t really know what the plot had been other than that there was some misunderstanding between the two main characters—same as just about every comedy that was ever written. We waited for the few people in the theater with us to walk out during the credits, and ate the last of the popcorn and drank the last of our sodas, and I was at a loss. I didn’t want it to end, but I couldn’t think of any way to justify keeping Autumn away from her home and her baby for longer.

  “I just need to duck into the ladies’ room real quick,” she told me as we left the theater.

  “Good idea,” I said, gesturing to the men’s room across the hallway. “I’ll meet you back out here in a minute.”

  I used the facilities and checked myself in the mirror, I didn’t look half bad for a guy who’d been out in a field half the day before coming to the movies. I could have wished that I’d had a chance to change clothes before coming into town, but overall, I thought I wouldn’t shame my mother, being out in public the way I was.

  I washed my hands and left the restroom, looking around for Autumn. I’d started to think of a way to prolong the date—but I’d have to be careful about it. I couldn’t make it too obvious or make it sound too much like a date.

  I spotted her still drying her hands on some paper towels; she tossed them into the trash and looked up, meeting my gaze, and my heart beat faster in my chest almost instantly. “Hey,” she said, closing the distance between us.

  “Do you have to go straight home from here?” I gestured to the theater around us. “I mean, I understand if you want to get back to Addie, but it seems like just the duration of one movie isn’t all that long of a break.”

  Autumn smiled slowly and I saw the color rising up in her cheeks. “Mom said she’d take care of Addie for several hours,” she replied. “If you have something in mind, I’d be game. I do need to be back probably by dinner, but that’s still hours away.”

  “We could go back to my place, grab a beer,” I suggested. “It’s not that far from here, and that’d be cheaper and easier than finding a bar serving right now.” She nodded.

  “Let’s go, then,” she said, smiling again.

  I resisted the urge to take her hand in mine once again—I still didn’t know what she was thinking, how she felt about the situation between us. I remembered that she’d invited me to come by her place, the guest house she lived in back behind her parents’ house, but I’d turned her down then. I didn’t know if she’d really meant it as that kind of invitation in the first place.

  I drove us across town to my place, feeling jittery all the while, talking about the movie I’d barely even taken in. I was sure at any minute, Autumn would ask me about something I hadn’t absorbed, and I’d have to admit that I’d been paying attention to her the whole time. And then, she’d get creeped out and ask me to take her home.

  “I have to admit, I was kind of surprised you invited me over,” Autumn said as we stepped into my house together.

  “Why are you surprised?” I closed the door behind us and started towards the kitchen. “I hope Yeungling is okay?”

  “Fine,” she replied, nodding. “It’s just a little surprising because I invited you to my place a while back and you thought it wouldn’t be appropriate or something.”

  I shrugged, opening the fridge and taking out two beers. “I’ve had a bit of a change of heart. Mostly, I was worried about your parents thinking poorly of me.”

  “So, I’m assuming you don’t want me to tell anyone about hanging out here after the movies,” she said, making it not quite a question. “What should our cover story be?”

  I opened the two beers and handed one over to her. “Hmm, good question,” I said. I led her into the living room and sat down on the couch. Autumn hesitated for just a moment, and then sat down next to me, taking a sip of her beer. “We could say we went for a walk in Sanderson Park,” I suggested.

  “That doesn’t sound like a cover story, not at all,” she said sarcastically. “How about if we went around the mall a bit? Just to kill time.”

  “And didn’t buy anything?” I raised an eyebrow at her.

  “Hey, I can walk through a mall without buying anything at all,” she told me tartly.

  I laughed. “Okay, duly noted,” I said. “So we walked around the mall for a bit to kill time. That sounds decent to me.” I drank a gulp of my beer, and set it down. “Now that we have that out of the way…” I tried to think of something to talk about, but I couldn’t really come up with anything.

  Autumn told me a story about something Addie had done the day before, and that Titan had told her that he had no intention of coming back, even to visit his daughter. She asked me about the other jobs I’d had before becoming her father’s farmhand, and as we drank our beers, I started to relax little by little.

  I could tell she was beginning to relax, too. While we talked, she started moving closer to me on the couch, and I wondered—was she inviting me to make a move or was it just unconscious?

  I finally gave into the temptation I’d been feeling for hours, and reached out, wrapping my fingers around Autumn’s. For a second, she was absolutely still, and then she tightened her hand around mine, and met my gaze.

  “I—I thought…” she licked her lips, and the sight of her pink tongue darting across her lips was almost too much for me to take. I took a deep breath and grabbed my beer again, taking another quick sip.

  “Let’s just see where this goes, okay?” I raised my half-empty bottle in a salute and Autumn smiled slightly, her cheeks bright pink and her eyes almost glowing.

  I knew without asking that she was more than a little interested in doing more, but I didn’t want to push her outside of her comfort zone. She hadn’t been with anyone, at least as far as I knew, since Titan had left her more than a year before. I didn’t want to push anything too hard.

  We kept talking, and getting closer, and after a while, when I could tell that Autumn wasn’t going to push me away, I leaned in and brushed my lips against hers. Just a quick, brief kiss—our first kiss together.

  I pulled back for just a second, and then I kissed her again, harder, deeper. I slid my tongue along her lips, and she opened up her mouth to me. She tasted like beer and popcorn and something sweeter, richer. Something I couldn’t get enough of.

  Autumn let go of my hand, and I felt her arms wrap around my shoulders, her body pressing against mine. I let my hands wander over her curves, exploring her, touching her everywhere—but slowly. I still didn’t want to push her too hard, I still didn’t want to overstep my boundaries.

  In a matter of moments, we were making out like horny teenagers, almost groping each other, kissing deeper and deeper.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Autumn

  As Cade and I made out, more and more hot and heavy, I almost made myself stop. There was a little voice in the back of my head that told me that I should pull back, that I should pull away and tell Cade that I should go home.

  But I could feel the heat surging through my body. I was already getting turned on, in just a matter of moments, just from kissing and a little touching. It had been so long since I’d been with any guy that I couldn’t even remember ever feeling this hot: all over, my body tingling, every nerve aw
ake.

  Cade deepened the kiss and his hands shifted down to my waist, down to my hips, and I moved against him, pressing my body to his. I loved the feeling of him through his clothes: the hard muscles, the heat of him. He was everything that I had ever wanted in a guy, all right there, on the couch, kissing me until I was almost breathless.

  I pulled back—not to tell him to stop, but so that I could breathe for a few moments. “You okay? Do you want me to hold back? I could take you home,” he said quietly. I shook my head, opening my eyes without even quite knowing when I’d closed them, and smiled at him.

  “Could we…do you think…go to the bedroom?” Cade’s eyes widened and he licked his lips, and I wondered if I wasn’t maybe pushing things too far, too fast.

  “If you want to,” he said cautiously. “We can go anywhere you want right now.” He reached out and guided my hand towards the fly of his jeans, and I felt the unmistakable hard ridge of his erection straining at the tough fabric there. I brushed my fingers against the bulge, and looked up at his face.

  “Let’s go,” I said, my mouth dry, my throat tight. I wanted more than anything to see what Cade looked like naked; I wanted to feel him inside of me.

  He stood up and took my hand in his. Pulling me to my feet, he led me across the living room towards the bedroom, and my heart pounded faster and faster in my chest every moment.

  Cade tugged me gently through a door, and we stepped into his bedroom together; it was neater than I would have thought, based on what I’d seen of the rest of the house. The bed wasn’t made, but it wasn’t that messy, either.

  I didn’t have time to take in anything more than that, though, because he tilted my face upward towards his to kiss me hungrily.

  I let my hands trail over his body, exploring the planes of his back, his shoulders, his chest. I felt him tugging my blouse out of my dress slacks, his fingertips brushing against my skin underneath. He began to slowly pull my shirt up along my ribs, barely gazing against my breasts on his way up, and instinctively I lifted my arms over my head to let him take it off of me.