Mr. Always & Forever

by Ashlee Price

  “I knew you would be perfect, Desiree. Your name really should be Desire.”

  His words didn’t help, but they were quickly forgotten when he unclasped my bra and pulled it off slowly. I tried to watch his face and expressions, but I was unable to. It was too hard to look at him when he was so ready to devour me. For the first time, I questioned if I was going to be able to handle his full attention.

  Greg’s lips and tongue latched on to one of the bare tips and I couldn’t hold in the gasp of pleasure. His teeth were not gentle, but just when I thought to say something like ‘stop’ he would slacken off and lap at a reddened nipple. It left me going from a high, tense peak to a blissful valley that made me sink deeper into the blanket.

  I started to squirm as his mouth moved lower. My eyes were looking up at the stars and I felt the brush of air on my legs as my skirt rose from his actions. I knew what came next, and if his mouth was anything like it had been on my nipples, I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to take it.

  His hair tickled my inner thigh and I could feel heat on my core. Before he could even touch me, I was moving underneath him, urging him to me and inside of me. I was as ready as I was ever going to be, and the very idea of him down there sent my body into overtime.

  “Please, Greg. Now.”

  I could hear the desperation in my voice. I was caught unawares by how much I suddenly needed him. It wasn’t just that I was throbbing and ready to lose myself for the chance of an orgasm, but that I didn’t care about what happened on Monday. All I could think about was him inside of me, and I needed him right then.

  Greg seemed to hear me and was quick to fumble with his pants. Sitting up, I opened his jacket and started to pull it off of his shoulders. Greg helped me until it became hard for him to focus on what he was doing. My fingers worked on his shirt and then touched the hard chest underneath sprinkled with short, springy brown hairs. I flicked my nail over his hard nipple and he gasped in front of me.

  I made my own sound of shock and surprise when I saw how ready he was for me. Forgetting about the shirt that hung open on his broad shoulders, I reached out to take him into my palm. The skin was smooth and the rod so hard. Squeezing gently, I stroked him slowly, watching the pleasure pull on his lips as he shut his eyes. Greg wasn’t very loud, but his noises were like an aphrodisiac nonetheless.

  He didn’t let me do more than stroke him for a few moments before pushing me back down and wedging his body between my legs. I felt the heaviness on my panties and then the heat as he moved them to the side. My hands gripped his shoulders and I cried out into his ear. He was too hard and too big for me. I was ready, but I hadn’t been as ready for him as I had thought.

  My insides clenched down on the intrusion while my mind shattered. The culmination of the wait and finally having him was nothing to the feel of him inside of me. It was perfect. He felt perfect and I was lost. My arms moved around his neck and I pulled him down for a kiss while his hips started to rock back and forth into me. It didn’t take much to send me over the edge, and all I could do was hold on for dear life.

  ***

  I was lying with my head on his chest, our bodies slick with sweat. My heart was just finally slowing down when his phone started to ring in his pants. The tone was off a little, and he finally roused me up to check it.

  “I got to take this. It’s Tommy, and he wouldn’t be calling if it wasn’t important.”

  Nodding, I fumbled for my shirt to cover myself up. The glow of sex was still upon me, but the idea of the real world coming back was enough to get me ready to get dressed. Our moment was gone and our bubble had burst.

  Watching the look on his face, it was clear that it wasn’t good news. I was ready to leave when he got off the phone. “Thanks, Desiree. I hate to do this, but I really need to drop you off and take care of some things.”

  “Is something wrong?”

  His eyes, paired with the tightness in his jaw, told me that there was something wrong, but I didn’t press further. It was something that he didn’t want to tell me about, and I had to remember that he was just my boss, not my boyfriend.

  To be continued…

  BILLIONAIRE DESIRETH

  An Alpha Billionaire Romance

  Book 3

  Billionaire Giveth

  By :Ashlee Price

  Description

  One night with Greg was enough to get Desiree thinking about him all of the time. She waited for his call, and when it didn’t come, her hopes were dashed. After losing her job at the firm because of a takeover and then not hearing from Greg for a few months, Desiree is finally moving on with her life. She’s put the dream job and the dream man to the back of her mind.

  Greg hasn’t forgotten the moments they shared under the dying sun, but just then she was a distraction that he didn’t need. He had a business to save and he knew that if he got her back in his arms, nothing else would matter. There were a lot of people depending on him and he just wanted to do the right thing.

  When he finally calls her, she won’t talk. When he goes to find her, Desiree resists his advances. But Greg is determined to have her and willing to concede everything for one more night. He will give her anything to have her in his arms once more.

  Chapter 1 – Greg

  “Do you have any idea what I was doing when you called? This better be damn important, Tommy. I am not playing.”

  I was trying to hold my anger in, but I was doing a horrible job of it. All I could think about was seconds with Desiree. Once would never be enough, and only Tommy’s statement that there was an emergency had gotten me here. If it was anything less, I was liable to lose it before I even got started.

  “I wouldn’t have called if I didn’t have to, sir.”

  He was sounding wounded. I didn’t have to look at him to know that he was upset. Tommy was a little too emotional for my liking, but I knew that he wouldn’t have called unless it was important. It was the whole reason that I had left Desiree at her house instead of taking her over and over again in the meadow. I didn’t have to like it, though.

  “Of course not, Tommy,” I sighed. “What’s going on?”

  “It’s Don.”

  “Did he finally leave?”

  Tommy shook his head. I was starting to get a little worried about what my idiot partner had done now. It wasn’t like Tommy to keep me in suspense, but he didn’t work well under pressure, so I tried to be patient and wait for him to collect himself.

  I couldn’t.

  “Just tell me, dammit, Tommy! I don’t want to sit here wondering. You pulled me out here, so what’s going on?” Well, so much for no pressure.

  “They voted you out.”

  I asked him what he meant. He said it again, a little softer. I think Tommy was really afraid that I was going to freak out. If I’d had the time to let it all sink in, I most likely would have done just that.

  “What do you mean?”

  “He called an emergency session and invited only a select few, just enough to gain a majority. I don’t know what all happened in there. I wasn’t allowed in the conference room.”

  “Why are you even still here at this hour?”

  “I never leave early. How do you think I have time to get everything done for you?”

  I wasn’t sure. I hadn’t ever really thought about it. I just thought of him as a little magical. He could get so much done. Pretty much everything I needed, Tommy had already thought about.

  “So Don is now the CEO?”

  Tommy shook his head, again looking at me like I was ready to spring on him.

  “What does he even know about the business? He’s never even here these days, and everything is so different from when he was. What were the grounds for getting rid of me?”

  “Your decision-making came into question.”

  I knew where this was going, and I just kind of shook my head in disgust. It was because of what Desiree had done. Her turning him down had caused all this. We had fought over girls befo
re, but he’d never been so underhanded. It was a shock that he would actually do something like that to me.

  “I can’t believe this.”

  “Neither can I. That’s why I called you. They’re still upstairs.”

  I smiled. I knew then why I kept Tommy around. He might be a lot of things, but he was always good at giving me what I really needed. Right now, I needed to see my old friend and partner. I knew that it wasn’t going to be good, but it had to be done. Here I was thinking about buying him out and he’d gone and voted me out. It didn’t take any money from me, but it certainly was going to make it hard to run my own company.

  The whole way to the elevator, all I could think about was what I was going to say to him. What do you say to a friend who’s betrayed you? I started to wonder if the push to go public the year before was somehow related to what he was doing now. I had argued against the decision; we were making enough money that we didn’t really need to. Now I wondered if there had been an ulterior motive. Had he been planning this the whole time?

  I was livid by the time I got to the top floor. Changes were already being made, and I could feel the temperature rising in my face. Who the hell did he think he was?

  “Greg, good to see you. I wasn’t expecting you until morning, but no bother, it’s as good of a time as any to tell you.”

  He was gloating. God was he gloating. His eyes were alight with pleasure, and I knew that he was enjoying himself. I almost wanted to ask why he was being this way, but I knew it wasn’t something I was going to get a straight answer on.

  “I already know. Do you really think it will work?”

  Donald did think it would work. His dark brown eyes were sure of it, and so was the set of his mouth. I wanted to hit him. The urge was strong, and I think he saw the change in my eyes, because he stepped back rather cautiously, like I was a rattlesnake. And indeed, I felt like I could strike at any moment. I also knew it wasn’t a good idea.

  “It has already gone through. I took the liberty of putting all of your things in boxes, and I will have them sent over to your house in the morning. Nothing is really open around here at this time of night.”

  “How did you get them to agree?”

  He shrugged and smiled, not moving from the other side of the desk. My desk. I watched him sitting in my chair and I really wanted to wipe that smile right off his face. “You think that everyone likes you, but people like money better, old friend. A lot of the shareholders think we could have done better in the merger with Gary. You let him get it too easy because he was your friend, and that cost us all a lot of money.”

  My teeth were gritting. There were a couple of people over by my library taking the books and packing them into boxes as we spoke. I could tell we were getting most of their attention. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I had given Gary a discount and a better deal because he was a friend and because he had done business with me for years. Me, not Don.

  “You’re going to regret this, Don. I was going to buy you out, but now we’ll just have to see.”

  I didn’t take much out of the boxes that I could get to. I didn’t need most of it, and if he was willing to take care of it, I was going to let him. I did take the Rolodex, though. Then I walked away. Violence wasn’t going to solve anything. I knew that I was going to have to be smart about this. It wouldn’t help if I lost my cool. I wasn’t going to be able to take care of this situation tonight, anyway. I had to get my company back, and I knew that the only way to do it was to do it smart and patient.

  Chapter 2 – Desiree

  I woke up alone and missed the hard body against me from the night before. Being with Greg had been everything I had thought it would be and more. I had told Fran that I was going to be able to forget about him after I was with him once. I knew then as I lay there in my bed that it wasn’t true. I was never going to be able to forget our sunset picnic and my few moments in his arms.

  Wondering what his phone call had been about, I got ready for work. I tried to pull my mind from the soreness in my body. Every part of me was screaming from the night before, and it was hard to ignore it. Getting in the shower gave me time to think about his hands on me, and by the end of it, I was ready to go to work and see him again. I knew that I would finally have the courage to go see him in his office.

  When I was dressed, I realized that it was the weekend and sat back down on my bed. I had never been as impatient as I was then. The fact that I was going to have two whole days before I saw him did not sit well with me, and it was becoming clear that I had already fallen.

  Getting up, I changed into some shorts and a tank top for a run. If I wasn’t going to see Greg, I was going to need something to keep my mind busy and get rid of all of the pent-up energy that I had at the moment. I wanted Greg, but that wasn’t possible, so I’d have to settle for the open road instead.

  When I got back from my run, Fran was up. She watched me check my phone again. I kept hoping that I would get a call from Greg, but there were no missed calls.

  “Who are you expecting a call from?”

  I shrugged and wiped the sweat from my face. I didn’t want to see the disapproval in her eyes when I told her about what happened the night before. I was bursting at the seams, so happy with it all, but I knew that she was not going to see it the same way. She would talk about how he had taken advantage of me, and it just wasn’t so. I had wanted him bad enough to take the chance, and it had been worth it.

  “Just checking it. You’re up early. What are your plans for the day?”

  “I have to go to work later. You want to go get some lunch at the café?”

  I told her maybe. I wasn’t going to say that I was waiting on a call from Greg and would ditch her in a heartbeat if there was a choice. Of course I wasn’t going to say that, even though it was the gospel truth.

  “Maybe. I don’t know if I’ll have to do something for work today.”

  “You work weekends now?” Her eyebrows were scrunching and I knew that she was wondering what I was talking about. I was starting to get nervous that she knew. How did Fran always know everything?

  “Sometimes. If they ask me to. I really like the job, so I will work this weekend if they need me.”

  “If Greg needs you, you mean.”

  I wasn’t going to argue. Instead of trying to hold it close to my chest, I burst out with what had happened the night before. I avoided her eyes so I wouldn’t see the judgment in them. I knew that what I had done wasn’t exactly right, but how could it feel so good if it wasn’t what was supposed to happen?

  “I can’t believe you slept with him, Desiree. After everything that happened there with the rumors and you quitting. How could you do that?”

  She didn’t get it, and I wondered for a moment if Fran had ever been in love. I felt like if she had, she would see the sweetness in the midst of the madness, but she sure didn’t seem to. I knew I shouldn’t have told her, and I silently admonished myself.

  “He is single, I am single, and I really like him.”

  “So now that you did it, are you over him?”

  Fran knew the answer, but she was going to make me say it out loud. How could I be over him after last night? I was falling hard and fast, and there was no turning back for me anymore. I had to have Greg. I just had to.

  ***

  The weekend was long, made longer by the fact that Greg never called. At the end of Saturday I was starting to get nervous, but when I hadn’t heard from him all day Sunday, I wondered if I was feeling something that he hadn’t. I couldn’t wait to have my hands on him again, but I knew that I wasn’t supposed to. If he didn’t want me, I was going to be crushed.

  I dressed carefully on Monday, with Greg in mind. I was determined to have him again. Maybe even in his own office, I thought to myself. There was only one thought on my mind, and it was the handsome man with the fathomless green eyes.

  As I arrived at work, there was a sinking feeling in my stomach. All I could think about was F
riday night and the fact that Greg had rushed off and I hadn’t seen him since. The building looked benign as I walked up to it, but the feeling was not something that I could shake.

  As I walked in, I saw that there was definitely something going on. There were several people standing around and even more were packing up their things in small white boxes. The feeling of dread followed me into the elevator. I felt a few eyes on me, but I didn’t know anyone well enough to ask anything. That meant I had to make my way up to the fourth floor still wondering what was going on. Surely all of those people hadn’t been fired? Right?

  The upset followed me to the accounting floor. I felt more looks and I didn’t say much of anything. Looking for Paul, I was not relieved to see that he seemed to be one of the ones that were going out the door.

  “Paul, what is going on?”

  Paul had a look of anger and sadness on his face. I don’t think even he knew which feeling was the dominant one.

  “Half of the staff is getting sacked. New cost-saving initiative.”

  “What?” I was afraid to ask if I was one of them. I figured if Paul was getting let go, as well as most of the senior staff, there was no way that I was going to make the cut to stay.

  “Donald took over on Friday. He convinced a majority of the stockholders that Greg was taking the place down. So now Donald runs the company and he’s getting rid of anyone loyal to Greg and anyone who’s been here so long they make more than he’s willing to pay.”

  I didn’t know what to say. I was sad to lose my job. The realization that it was gone was immediate. There was no way that Don was going to keep me around. Of course, there was no way that I wanted to work for him, either. I felt worse for the people like Paul who’d been working there for years. I had only been there a few weeks, and although I was going to miss it, I knew deep down that I was going to have to make peace with it all.

  “I am so sorry, Paul. I guess I better take after you and get my things together.”

  Paul nodded his head. We both knew that I was going to be on the chopping block, but because it was Donald, I knew that it wasn’t going to be that hard for me to leave. I never wanted to work for a man like that.