Obsession and Surrender (The Billionaire's Temptation Book 7)

by Cali MacKay

  Fucking hell…the man was smoking hot. His ink extended up his arms, over his broad shoulders, and down his muscular back, like some tattooed god that most certainly could be the lead man in any of her books—as if he wasn’t already. “Put your shirt back on, Keane.”

  But he didn’t. Instead, he took her laptop from her and set it aside, before grabbing her hand and reeling her in. And she went, damn it, straddling him as he took control, lifting her onto his lap. It was as if she couldn’t resist him, like he was some Pied Piper of sex and orgasms, and she couldn’t help but fall under his spell.

  “Babe…” He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh with a delicious flicker of pain as he pulled her to him so her pussy rode up the length of his cock, teasing her swollen clit as her hands rested on his muscular chest, his skin hot under the palm of her hand. “I swear, I won’t ever get my fill of you. I could have you a million times over and it’d never be enough. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

  “And you’re good at telling a girl what she wants to hear.” Lilly slipped her arms around his neck, rocking her hips against him out of sheer need and desperation, his bare skin hot to the touch as she resisted the urge to run her fingers over his tattoos and ripped muscles. “I’m not a fool, Keane.”

  “You are if you think those are words I’ve ever spoken to anyone but you—just like I’ve never told anyone but you that I love them.” When he caught her mouth in a hungry kiss, she knew she was in trouble. If she didn’t climb off his lap, he’d be fucking her again in no time at all.

  She broke away from their kiss, determined to put some distance between them, even as he tightened his hold on her. “This is not happening again, Keane.”

  “Are you sure about that?” He nipped at her jaw and her neck even as he spoke, his words dancing over her skin. “Because from where I’m sitting, you want me just as much as I want you.”

  All she could do was try to bite back her moans, her hips riding along his rock-hard length as if of their own volition. His hands skimmed up her waist to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples to spur her on, and leaving her head spinning. “Why do you do this to me?”

  “Is it wrong that I want to give you pleasure? That I want to make you come so hard you can’t help but scream out my name?” He leaned in and bit her nipple through the fabric of her shirt, forcing her to swallow her cries. Already, he had her on the verge of coming, and she was still fully clothed. “You’re mine, Lilly…you always have been—just like I’ve always been yours. No matter how much time passes, that will always be the truth between us.”

  “Except that there’s another layer of truth that you’re choosing to ignore—which is the whole reason we split up to begin with.” Coming to her senses, she pulled free of him and hopped off his lap, so she stood there, doing her best to ignore his hard abs, inked body, and how desperately she wanted him to just fuck her, to bend her over and ride her hard, to have her screaming out his name.

  Getting to his feet, he stalked toward her, looking at her like he was a wild animal and she was his prey. “I’m not ignoring it, Lil—but that was a long time ago, and I’m not going to let it keep me from being happy. Not when we finally have a chance to move past it. Because this thing between us is far from over, and right now, I can’t think past wanting you. And I do want you, baby girl…desperately.”

  He shifted his jeans and briefs down over his hips, and kicked them off so she could do nothing but stare at his huge erection. With a sultry smile on his lips, he stood before her naked, in all his glory, wrapping his fist around his cock and stroking himself, all while his gaze roamed over her body, taking her in, head to toe.

  “Are you jerking off to me?” He was unbelievable.

  He gave her a cocky shrug. “Well, if you’d rather come over here and suck me off, that’d work too, babe.”

  Chapter 8

  Keane knew he was being an ass, but he just couldn’t resist riling Lilly. And turned on as she’d gotten him, there was no way he wasn’t going to go in search of some relief.

  “You have got to be kidding me, Keane. Really? You’re just going to jerk off with me watching you?” Lilly stood there with her hands on her hips, her long auburn hair tossed over her shoulder, and an irresistible fire in her eyes, even as he stroked himself, his hips thrusting his cock through his fist, while he slowly closed the distance between them.

  “If either one of us has any hope of getting any work done, then it’s not going to happen if I’m sporting the raging hard-on you’ve left me with. So you can either come over here and not let a good erection go to waste, or I’ll literally take matters into my own hands. Up to you, sweetness.” At least he was being honest with her, though if she didn’t hurry up and figure out what she wanted, the decision would be made for them.

  “And what if I just want to watch as you get yourself off?” She licked her lips as if unable to help herself, and it made him want to put that pretty little mouth of hers to good use.

  “Then sit back and enjoy the show, babe.” Gripping her hip, he backed her up against the sofa, sitting her down with a gentle push, before kicking her knees apart so he could stand between them, trying to keep his pace steady. “And by all means, if you want to get yourself off while you watch, then all the better.”

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Though she glared at him, he swore she was thinking about it.

  “What I’d like is to fuck you again—and again, and again…” His pace was quickening, and he swore it took all he had to hold back his orgasm. Somehow, he wasn’t sure that coming all over Lilly would endear him to her. “What do you say, babe? Don’t suppose you’d like to oblige me?”

  She was all but squirming in her seat, and he knew that she was likely wet for him, and aching to be taken. “You’re too used to getting your way, Keane.”

  “If that were the case, then you’d have your lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me off as I fist your hair. You were always so fucking amazing, Lil…I’ve missed you…and I’m not just talking about the amazing sex…that amazing mouth of yours.” Though, fuck…she was always his only thought: his memories of her, of their time together, the only things that had sustained him over their years apart.

  “You know…I write crazy, sexy, over-the-top sex scenes for a living, and never in a million years would I have written this.” She was clearly aiming for a stern and scolding look, but her skin was so flushed, and her nipples were so hard against her tee that he couldn’t help but lean in and kiss her.

  “Then maybe we need to push the limits of your imagination.” When he caught her mouth once more, her fingers wrapped around his cock, their kiss deepening as she stroked him.

  Fuck…he wasn’t going to last. Needing her naked, he yanked her tee over her head, pulling away from her only as long as necessary, not wanting to give her any time to overthink things. A flick of the clasp, and he added her bra to the growing pile of discarded clothing, before moving on to her jeans as he wrapped his lips around her pert nipple and sucked on it. A hard yank had them slipping off past her hips, her panties needing a little more help, so she was finally naked before him.

  He had to take a moment just to look at her, to catch his breath and slow his racing heart. She was so fucking perfect, with her creamy white skin and long dark hair, her full red lips and intelligent green eyes. “You’re such a vision, Lilly.”

  And then, he couldn’t wait a moment longer. Grabbing her hips, he flipped her onto her knees, her elbows propped against the back of the sofa, knowing she often liked it when he’d take her like this, riding her rough from behind so she could think of nothing but their bodies coming together, their coupling all-consuming.

  He thought about a condom, but he’d already taken her bare earlier, knowing he was clean since he’d never gone bare with anyone but her, and trusting that she was also. She could get pregnant, but he doubted she’d leave that to chance, and frankly, he was fine with that. He meant it when he said he lov
ed her. He wanted a life with her, wanted to marry her, wanted a family.

  Grabbing his cock, he brushed it against her opening, and then buried it inside her, her body tight around his as he forced her to take all of him, thrust after thrust. He lowered his chest to her back, wrapping her in his arms so she was pinned to him as he took her, nuzzling her with his mouth at her ear. “This is what you want…isn’t it, love?”

  “Fuck…yes…” The need in her voice was nearly his undoing.

  He drove into her, as one hand closed around her throat, gently squeezing as the other hand slipped down between her legs, her clit slick and swollen as he teased her, already so close to coming. He knew her as if she were his very soul…knew what she liked, knew what turned her on, what did her in…and he would happily lay the moon and stars at her feet. “That’s my good girl. I know you’ve missed me…missed me fucking you, claiming you…because you’re mine, Lilly. You always have been.”

  “I hate you, Keane…even if I still fucking love you.” His heart soared as he bit her neck, his pace punishing as she came undone in his arms and cried out his name, her body quivering, held tight in his embrace. And then he was coming along with her, his orgasm like a raging storm as he finally stilled but for his cock pulsing his hot cum deep inside her, marking her as his once more.

  Slowly pulling out of her, he sat down on the sofa next to her, and gathered her up in his arms, cradling her in his lap, desperate to keep her close. “I love you, Lilly…”

  “Why do you do this to me?” Her emotions were riding so close to the surface, and it killed him that he was the one who’d caused such damage, caused her so much pain.

  He ran his hands over her hair and kissed the top of her head as she nestled in his arms. “It’s because I can’t fucking bear another day without you in my life. So I’ll do whatever it takes to get you back—even if it means coming across as a jerk. And I get that you need more time to come around, which is fine—as long as you finally do.”

  “And if I don’t?” She pulled away just enough to look at him.

  “I’ll give you whatever time you need—but I’m not letting you walk away from me, from us. I get that you still don’t trust me, that it’ll take time, and that’s fine too.” He stole a sweet and tender kiss, needing to reinforce the connection between them. “Take all the time you need. And in the meantime, I promise to make you come so hard and so often, your body will crave me every time we part, crave my touch, crave all the things I do to you.”

  She let out a laugh, shaking her head. “So you expect us to just keep sleeping together until I learn to trust you.”

  “Sleep?” He gave her a shrug and a teasing smile, knowing she’d murder him someday. “I suppose we can do that too.”

  ***

  Keane couldn’t help but glance over at Lilly as she sat there curled up on the sofa working, her fingers flying over the keyboard of her laptop as she wrote her next novel. Wrapping up with his own work, curiosity had gotten the better of him, and before he knew it, he’d downloaded every book Lilly had up for sale—and there were a lot of them. Over twenty-five titles, that went from racy to erotic, if the covers, titles, and descriptions were anything to go by. The Billionaire’s Feisty Submissive. Claimed by Her Werewolf Lover. The Dom Meets His Match. Seducing His Secretary. The titles went on and on.

  He picked her most recent series, which had five books already available, with the sixth book up for her readers to pre-order. And she wasn’t kidding about her deadlines. Her latest book—the one she was writing on his sofa—was coming out in just a few months’ time.

  She’d probably murder him if she found out he was reading her novels—not that it was going to stop him. And just a few sentences in, he could see why her novels were so popular. Though it wasn’t the sort of books he normally read, her writing had its own voice and style, and the pace was quick, not getting too bogged down with over-describing things or giving readers too much information they didn’t really need. She was drawing him in with a smart and feisty heroine, and a guy who…sounded a lot like him, except for the small fact that her hero was a motorcycle-riding werewolf.

  He read on, enjoying how she didn’t just give the woman’s viewpoint, but also the guy’s. Although some things were clearly a bit far-fetched, given that it was fiction and a bit of escapism, she had weaved herself a pretty exciting tale.

  And then he got to the first sex scene…

  Chapter 9

  It took Lilly a little while to get back into her novel, but before long, the voices in her head were chatting away, and the story was flowing onto the pages. She loved it when the story took off like this, one scene slipping into the next as her characters seduced and teased, flirted and fell in love. Her hero and heroine got to have amazing sex, and got to overcome the odds to find happiness. Through them, she got to live vicariously, so she could have her Happily Ever After.

  She wasn’t sure when she first felt Keane’s eyes on her as she worked, but each time she looked up, his gaze had drifted back to whatever he was working on. Truth was, she was just as guilty, since she couldn’t help but steal glances of him. It’d been far too long since she’d been with anyone, and Keane was one hell of an incredible lover. The soreness between her legs only made her want him all the more, like a drug she’d never get enough of.

  He’d mentioned keeping things physical until she could learn to trust him, but as tempting as that was, she knew just how dangerous that could be. She’d already fallen for him all over again, and it’d be so easy for him to break her heart once more. So in the meantime, she’d best channel all the sexual energy he’d stirred up into her novel. It was hands down the safer bet.

  The words were flying, and for the next couple of hours, she’d barely looked up from her computer screen—until she felt Keane’s eyes on her again. This time, when she looked up, he didn’t look away. “What?”

  His lips tugged up into a crooked smile that spelled trouble. “Nothing, baby girl…nothing at all.”

  Her eyes narrowed at him as she tried to figure out what the hell he was up to. “Then why are you grinning like a fool?”

  “How’s your writing going?” He flicked his eyebrows up at her, looking sexy, obnoxious, and clearly up to no good, while absent-mindedly scratching Juno’s head as she lay next to him.

  “It’s fine. Why?” Something was up…that cocky look…the shit-eating grin… “What have you been doing, Keane?”

  “Just catching up on a bit of reading.” When his lips twitched and his smile widened, she knew exactly the sort of reading he’d been doing.

  “I can’t believe you. You’re such a shit.” She was furious—and couldn’t help the fierce blush and heat that crept across her cheeks. Maybe it wasn’t so bad—except that she knew he was a crazy fast reader. Taking deep breaths, she tried not to hyperventilate and panic.

  He bit his lip, looking all cocky as he took her in. “I’m the hero in your books—you’ve based them on me.”

  “What you are is delusional and a royal pain in my ass.” If he got to the sex scenes, she was doomed. “And I’d appreciate you not reading my books.”

  “Why not, love?” He set aside his laptop, and turned his laser gaze on her so there’d be no hiding or masking any thought or emotion from him. “They’re available for purchase to the public. I mean…it’s not like these are private journals.”

  Except that they sort of were—with a good dose of fiction thrown in. But her heart, her needs, her wants, were all there at the core of her novels—how she wanted to find love and be happy, how she wanted someone in her life who’d complete her, someone she could trust and who’d have her back. And then there was the sex. Her heroines might be far more adventurous and experienced than she was, but Keane had certainly inspired the majority of the sex scenes in her books.

  When she didn’t say anything, he continued, still looking far too mischievous for it to bode well for her. “Is it because of the amazingly hot sex scenes? Becau
se I’ve got to say…I recognize some of these moves, babe—and they’re all mine.”

  “I’ve had other lovers, Keane—and they’ve been amazing, in case you’re wondering.” Okay, the reality was that she’d been with two other guys since Keane, and she’d been woefully disappointed. And then there was the third guy…the guy who haunted her nightmares.

  Keane might be a bit of a jerk, but he was nothing like any other man she’d known. And though she’d been through a lot since their breakup, she couldn’t deny what was between them, and that she still loved that he took control of her pleasure—and his.

  When it came to sex, not only was Keane dominant, which was something she loved and craved, he also was mind-blowingly, earth-shatteringly amazing. He was surprisingly sweet and considerate, while still taking charge. He had just enough of an edge to him, and he wasn’t scared of pushing her to her limits. She wanted someone to tear the clothing from her body and ravish her, someone who’d fist her hair and slap her ass, someone who’d fuck her until she couldn’t stand straight—all the while knowing that she was safe and loved. Knowing that he’d also hold her in his arms and cradle her to him while sweetly kissing the top of her head.

  In other words, she wanted the sort of guy she put in her romance novels—and Keane was all that and then some.

  “How many other men, Lilly?” Keane’s jaw tightened, the tension in him visible in every muscle of his body.

  Pushing away the darkness that always lingered in the corners of her mind, she decided to make light of the situation. It was her turn to get Keane riled up. “How is that any of your business? And who’s to say my lovers were just men?”

  He sat forward, closing the distance between them. “It’s my business because I fucking love you, Lilly—and you’re mine. You always have been, as far as I’m concerned.”

  “Please…it’s not like you haven’t been with dozens of other women. And I stopped being yours when you cheated on me.” She hated to constantly bring it up, but it was like he was ignoring that little fact, even though it was the source of all their problems—and so much more.