by Ashlee Price
“Yes, Jerold, I’m going to come!”
He stopped abruptly. So abruptly that I wasn’t able to do what I said I was going to. I whimpered and whined a little. I even begged. Anything for him to finish me off. Jerold just looked at me, his face a little wet from my juices and his eyes on my writhing body.
“Please, Jerold. I need you.”
“You didn’t need me for two months. Why now?”
I closed my eyes. I was starting to regret the whole trust thing. How long was he going to keep me like this? Now I couldn’t touch myself, and that was going to drive me even crazier. “Because I need you and I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t have you inside of me again.”
I could tell that my words got to him. His eyes narrowed and the grey was hard to see. He didn’t answer me. His lips were poised to, but nothing came out. Instead he moved in between my legs and rubbed his hard head against my clit a few times, tapping it and then moving to where I needed him most. I did feel like I was going to explode one way or another.
There was no time to care. The choice was made for me as he drove in. My thighs gripped his sides as he pushed in one time, quickly and hard enough to move my whole body. It was too much, and I couldn’t stop myself from screaming out his name. It had been too long, and he was all that I had needed.
Jerold stayed like that for some time, letting me shake and tremble, clenching him hard enough that his own jaw was rock solid.
“God, I love to hear your little moans.”
I couldn’t think. His penetration began moving back and surging forward again. When I opened my eyes, he was watching my face. Our eyes met and he pushed in slowly, as far as he could go, until he hit bottom, pushing deep, forcing my eyes shut. It was just too intense. I could feel the next orgasm pushing through me, and I was ready. He kissed me at my first moan. It was surprising because it took me off guard. I had never felt so good in all of my life. I wanted to touch him, cling to him, but I was left to just take what he gave me. As he moved faster, it became harder to deal with his hard thrusting.
“Please, Jerold. I want to feel all of you.”
I didn’t really know what I needed, but I wanted his hot seed inside of me. I couldn’t come anymore. My insides collapsed around his length, urging him to give me what I wanted. I knew that he was close, and the tighter I clenched, the more erratic the pushing was. Finally he was as lost as I was, and I heard my name as a broken whisper. “I love you, Nicola. God, I love you.”
Chapter 6 – Jerold
I watched her sleep. I had taken away the bindings and I had held her for a long time before I went to sleep. Nicola was still sleeping, and I was tempted to wake her up and take her again, but I didn’t know if she had something to do that would pull her away from me. I didn’t know what her day was like. I didn’t like that fact. I should know. I should know everything about her. I had meant what I had said yesterday. All I had thought about was how I was going to make her mine. It was not a question of when or why, but mainly how. How was I to convince her to submit to me for life?
Her brown eyes opened, and I felt a smile spread across my face. She was perfect and I wanted her to be mine forever. Once or twice wasn’t enough. I wondered sometimes if it would ever be enough. I really wasn’t sure that it would be.
“Good morning, Nicola. I’m glad to see that you’re finally up.”
She smiled back at me and I was lost in the moment. I couldn’t speak, and all of the wonderful things that I was going to tell her slipped away. Before I knew it, I was on top of her, sliding into the hot, wet center that always seemed ready for me. It took me some time to satisfy myself with her enough to even get out of bed. I had never stayed down there overnight and I found it strange in a way.
“Do you have anything that you want to do today?”
Nicola shrugged and told me that she had a couple of meetings with bankers. She was still trying to get funding. I knew that she didn’t really want to talk about it. I was probably the last person that she could talk to about money. I knew that she was independent, and I imagined that the independence went to all aspects of her life. But she was mine now, so she was going to have to get used to the way things were going to be. I was going to be there for her in all ways, and her business was going to be no different.
I didn’t suggest that I go with her. I knew that it would not be what she wanted, but I planned to talk to the bank as soon as she left. I wanted her to have everything that she needed, and I was willing to sign for her. Not that she would ever know. It would just be a guarantee that I would cover her if anything happened. Nicola was trustworthy and she was going to great. I just didn’t want her to know I was helping.
“Well, let me take you back home so you don’t miss your appointments.”
“Thanks, Jerold. I would appreciate that. I don’t want to miss the chance.”
“So I’ll pick you up about eight o’clock tonight.”
It wasn’t a question, and she just kind of nodded her head. She was back under my spell, and I was going to use a firm hand to keep her in line. I was so worried about everything else that I had forgotten who I was and who she was.
Pulling her to me, I kissed her hard on the mouth to remind both of us. I wanted to be reminded that she was in fact mine and I wasn’t going to lose her again. And I wanted to remind her of what I could do to her body and to her mind.
***
“I can’t believe that you went behind my back and talked to the banks! I was going in to sign the final contract and Marshall let it slip. How could you do that?”
“I have no say in your business. That is yours. I have no stake in anything. I just wanted to make sure that you were given the chance. You deserve it.”
I could tell that she wasn’t at all pleased about it. I had gone down to the bank weeks ago, and this was the first time that she’d raised her voice to me since we’d gotten back together. Everything was going perfectly, and I wasn’t going to let a misunderstanding ruin what we had now.
“I don’t care how much money you have, Jerold, you can’t buy me.”
“I don’t want to buy you. You are already mine, Nicola. I just want you to be happy. I will never interfere. I have no rights. It’s really just a guarantee to the bank.” Why couldn’t she see that it wasn’t a bad thing? It was me putting my reputation and everything else on the line because I needed her so badly.
“I don’t like the idea of you going behind my back. You knew that I wouldn’t have agreed to it if I’d known.”
I acknowledged that fact. It was of course the reason that I had done it the way I had. If I could have told her, I would have. “It’s too late now. The restaurant is getting its first stock shipped in tomorrow, and I know that you are going to do great.”
“I can’t let you do this.”
She was stubborn. I kissed her, watching her eyes close and feeling her body melt against me. I would have to do this often if I was going to have her as mine, but I was okay with that. I was okay with using my lips to change her mind. She would learn one way or another that I was going to be there for her always.
“You don’t have a choice, Nicola. I have already done it.”
“I told you that I didn’t want you as my boss.”
“You are mine, Nicola. I don’t care what you call it, but you are mine. I want you to call me your husband. You are carrying my child, and I love you more than I could ever admit. That is what I want from you Nicola. Not anything else. I don’t want your business, I just want you happy. Why can’t you see that?”
I hated the way my voice sounded. It sounded like I was desperate. Then I realized that I most likely was. She kind of made me feel a little crazy and it was coming out. I had just let it slip that I loved her again. Now I had to wait and see what she said. It was the longest moment of my life. It was like I couldn’t breathe at all.
“You love me?”
Her voice was tiny. It made me look down at her, finally meeting her eye
s and no longer afraid of what I was going to find.
“Of course I love you.”
“What do you mean that I’m carrying your child?”
I kind of chuckled and watched her mind try to do the math.
“I can tell, baby. Your breasts are getting larger and more sensitive. You moan louder when I suck on them, and there is a slight rounding to your stomach. When you are ready you can go to the doctor, but I will tell you now that you are with child, my child. So will you marry me, Nicola?”
I had been expecting to ask her for a while. Ever since I had gotten her back, I knew that I was going to have to ask her the right way. I pulled out the ring that had been in my jacket pocket next to the bed. Her eyes started to water and I knew then that she was mine. She was not going to leave me. She was going to be mine forever.
She nodded her head yes. I pulled her in for a kiss. It was the first time that I knew that she was finally mine for good. Her body molded against mine, and I wished we could stay in that moment forever. It was perfect. It was more than I could have asked for.
“I knew you would be mine the first time I met you, Nicola.”
“Now that I’m yours, what are you going to do to me?”
I gave her a devilish look. So many things ran through my head, but for now, I just wanted to take my prize.
~The End~
Designer For The Billionaire
A Billionaire Romance Novel
(Contemporary Romance Novels)
Book 1
PROPOSITIONED
By
Ashlee Price
Description
When Grazia Fabiola comes to the attention of billionaire Marshall Levitt, she doesn’t realize her life is about to change.
Marshall is used to getting what he wants, and if he has to fight for it, then all the better. A self-made man, he appreciates that not everything in this life comes easily—and Grazia is the epitome of unapproachable.
But the fight makes it so much sweeter, and when Marshall wants something, or someone, failure isn’t an option.
Grazia’s life is complicated, and where there are complications, Marshall knows there’s an in.
He’ll do whatever he has to do get Grazia into his bed; and with billions of dollars at his fingertips, he can do anything to get what he wants.
Being at the center of a silken web, Grazia has to come to terms with this whole new world, because when a billionaire wants you and will do anything to have you, suddenly nothing makes sense, and a trip down the rabbit hole seems like a vacation…
Chapter One – Grazia
“He’s watching you again.”
I can’t help but roll my eyes at my assistant. I can’t tell whether she’s jealous, encouraging, or out-and-out disgusted by the attention I’m getting from one of the charity ball’s most lauded and wealthiest attendees.
It’s not that I don’t appreciate the attention, because I do. I am a woman, after all. But after a while, running around in these circles, you start to realize the attention isn’t all that flattering. The guys roaming around these events think the staff are good for one thing and one thing only… The day I become a man’s toy is the day pigs fly over a frozen hell—simply put, it ain’t gonna happen.
My voice is dismissive. “Well, there’s not much for him to see. It’s nearly pitch black around here.”
She snorts. “Then he has great night vision, because I swear to God, his head moves when you bend down.”
Hard pressed not to snicker, I have to bite my bottom lip to contain my amusement. Jessie needs no encouragement as it is. She’s five years younger than me, granted, but her immaturity still astounds me. If her skills at organizing weren’t as impressive as they are, I doubt I’d have kept her on. Sometimes that immaturity has consequences, and with her, that manifests itself in an inability to hold her tongue. I usually keep her on a leash when we’re at events, have her trailing behind me where I can keep an eye on her, but there always seems to be that one time when my back is turned and I somehow hear her managing to insult someone. It’s inadvertent, but tell that to the many pissed off New York denizens left in Jessie’s wake.
To be fair, if she insults them, they usually deserve it. And I figure if those insults make me laugh, then hell, how can I fire her?
“Whether he’s studying my ass or wondering where I bought my shoes from, there’s nothing either of us can do about it, so let’s just get on with it. We have too much shit to do and not enough time to do it in,” I tell her, peering down at my clipboard and trying to see where we are in the schedule. I would love to switch on the flashlight on my cell phone instead of straining my eyes, but that would only draw attention to myself, and apparently I’m already on Marshall Levitt’s radar.
My team and I are supposed to be ghosts at events like these. If the main benefactor knows where we’re at, then we’re not doing our jobs properly. Although if his eyes are on my butt, like I told Jessie, my hands are tied. Not like I can do much to hide it. “Goddammit, what’s the next lot?” I snap under my breath when squinting gets me nowhere.
“The helicopter ride over the city.” Apparently Jessie has outstanding night vision too, because how she can see the list in the dark is beyond me. When I stare up at her in astonishment, she grunts and waves her tablet in front of me. In the dim back light, I can see the list of lots for the charity auction. “I swear to God, Grazia, you need to start using technology.” She draws out the syllables in the last word, obviously trying to make a point.
Though the point hits home, I just sniff. “We’re incompatible.” And it’s the truth.
“How can you be incompatible? My eighty-nine-year-old great-grandmother has a newer cell phone than you do, and my four-year-old cousin knows how to switch on her tablet without asking someone to do it for her.”
“You’re talking yourself out of a job, Jessie. If I wanted to use technology, I wouldn’t hire you.” I cock a brow at her, amused when she just shakes her head at me, totally bypassing my pointed warning.
I prefer to hire her to keep my diary in order rather than use a cell phone.
Shuddering at the notion of storing all my day-to-day info on a motherboard, or whatever the hell they call it, I reach for my walkie-talkie when the auctioneer starts to call out for final bids and whisper, “Dave, I need you to start the projector in five, four…” As I let the countdown reach its pinnacle, the projection hits the back wall at the perfect moment: the banging down of the gavel.
A sharp gasp rises from the crowd as the thirty-foot video footage overtakes the back wall. The flight over Manhattan, around the Hudson, and over the city skyline looks even more impressive than usual on such a large scale. And the picture quality is close to HD. Considering it’s the star lot, the grandeur is definitely necessary.
“Looks good, doesn’t it?” Jessie asks, envy in her tone. “Imagine being able to use that as a taxi for the day.”
Sniggering, I tell her, “I wouldn’t phrase it like that. I doubt you can use it to go and do your grocery shopping.”
“No? You’re telling me that any of the bidders aren’t going to take advantage of having wings at their disposal?” It was her turn to chuckle. “You’re so naive sometimes, Grazia.”
Amused at her lofty tone, I nudge her with my elbow and watch as the auctioneer starts to list the key features of the lot. Scanning the crowd to ascertain the interest, I can’t help but notice Marshall Levitt’s seat is currently empty.
Considering it’s his donation, I suppose he’s not exactly interested. However, despite my words to Jessie, I have been keeping an eye on him.
The last event I organized where he attended, a small dinner party for the new CEO of a tech startup that had just gone global, he cornered me in the dining room before the meal started.
I say cornered, but I didn’t feel threatened. But he definitely singled me out with the notion of asking me something. I wouldn’t be curious as to his location now if he’d managed to discl
ose just what he wanted to ask, but Deirdre, the CEO’s wife, popped in desperate to ask me a question about the party.
I haven’t seen Marshall since. Which means a talk is long overdue, whether I want it or not.
Looking a little deeper into the crowd, and still seeing nothing, I carry on with my tasks. Jessie bustles along beside me, throwing in sarcastic comments here and there about some of the patrons, but I’m used to the background noise, and though most of her remarks are amusing, I’m too busy to take much notice.
By the end of the evening, I’ve still failed to see Marshall in the crowd after that last time. The auction, though, can be considered a great success, and as an events organizer, there is no better music to my ear than praise from the rich and wealthy patrons of high society. They’re my bread and butter, after all. One good event leads to a handful of smaller ones and usually another of a similar size. Though this isn’t my calling, I have bills to pay, so more accounts is exactly what I need to stay out of the red.
Packing up seems to take as long as setting out has, and when Jessie starts yawning, I can’t blame her. “Late start tomorrow,” I tell her when, with another yawn, she picks up a box loaded with paraphernalia that we’re taking back to the minivan.
“How late?” she asks eagerly, dumping the box in the back of the trunk to stare up at me with hopeful eyes.
It’s like looking at a puppy, dammit. Sometimes, saying no to her is incredibly hard.
I wrinkle my nose as I concentrate on tomorrow’s diary. “There’s that party at nine. We don’t need to be there until five. Get to the office for three.”
She gawks at me. “Seriously?”
“Christ, Jessie, anyone would think I’m a slave driver.”
It’s her turn to wrinkle her nose at me. “I never said that.”
“No, but you’re not denying it, either.”
A chuckle escapes her. “We’re just very busy, that’s all. When there’s work, there’s work, which is all for the good.” She shrugs. “But I certainly won’t complain about an afternoon start.”