The Taming of the Billionaire

by Jessica Clare

  Edie gave a small sigh. “You feel so good. So deep.” Her muscles twitched, and when he pulled back and pushed deep again, she gave another one of those lovely little sighs and tightened her legs around him. That was definitely a “keep going” signal, so Magnus began to pump into her slowly. Too fast, and she’d expect him to be done right away. Slow told her that he was going to take his time at this next part, and to settle in and enjoy the ride.

  As he shuttled his cock in and out of her, he watched her closely, waiting for the hint of another building orgasm. Edie was languid at first, running her hands all over the front of his uniform as he thrust into her and whispered filthy things. But as his thrusts grew with intensity, so did her reactions. Her fingers dug into his clothing, and her sighs turned into those frenzied whispers he enjoyed so much. By the time he got to ball-slapping, pounding thrusts, she was writhing underneath him, her whimpers a constant stream of noise from her throat. “Please,” she panted with each thrust. “Please. Magnus. Please.”

  His release was building, his sac tightening and drawing up against his body. Every instinct in his mind screamed to bury deep inside her, but he forced himself to slide out of her with his last thrust, lest he lose control.

  “No,” Edie whimpered, clinging to him. “Nooo, I’m so close.”

  That drove him over the edge. Hand gripping his cock, he rubbed the head of it against her sex and came, mind blazing with orgasm. Semen painted lines across her skirt, her thighs, her pussy. All the while, she was making those little gasping noises that were arousal mixed with disappointment.

  Her hand pounded on his chest. “Don’t forget about me!”

  He laughed, the sound breathless with his own orgasm. “Never.” Magnus dragged his fingers through his cum and then rubbed her clit with his slick fingers until she was shrieking her next orgasm in his ear, bellowing his name.

  They remained there, panting and breathless, for a few moments. He shoved his cock back into his pants, grimacing at the stickiness of it, and re-laced himself up. “Maybe I shouldn’t have thrown away your panties,” he told her. “We could probably use them right about now to clean you up.”

  She propped up on her elbows again, a rat’s nest of tangled hair on the back of her head, and gazed down at her spread thighs, still painted with his semen, her skirts hiked up. Then, she mock-scowled at him. “You, sir, are a very messy man.”

  “You liked it,” he said with a wink.

  “That’s beside the point,” she told him, her voice all prim again. “Find me some grass to clean off with.”

  Several handfuls of grass later, they found Edie’s panties again and managed to clean up her costume as much as possible. He helped Edie down from the stone, feeling a masculine burst of pleasure when she clung to him for support, weak-kneed. “You okay?” he asked her.

  “Just a little wobbly.”

  He could practically hear the blush in her voice. Damn. That was sexy. As he watched her try to finger-comb her hair into a semblance of decency and straightened her eyepatch, he pulled her against him, feeling her soft breasts press against his chest—and his damn shoulder pads. He wanted to be out of this costume and naked in bed with her, making her produce all those sexy whimpers again. “Come home with me tonight, Edie. I’ve got condoms back at my place.”

  “I can’t.”

  He stiffened, surprised at her refusal. He’d thought she wanted what they’d just done as much as he had. Was she embarrassed now? Had she not come? He was pretty sure neither of her orgasms were faked, but—

  As if she could read his thoughts, Edie patted his arm. “It’s not you, Magnus. It’s Sneezy. And Chunk,” she added after a moment. “And actually, it’s all my cats. I need to give two of them their medicine, and feed the others. I can’t leave them on their own and Bianca won’t give them their meds because she’s afraid to get scratched.”

  Magnus relaxed. If that was the only problem, it was easy to solve. “Can I come to your place, then?”

  “Hell yes,” she said, and grabbed a fistful of his jersey and pulled him down for another fierce kiss. “We can get condoms on the way home.”

  “What about your sister? Did she drive you tonight or did you come alone?” He dragged his hand through her hair, mentally picturing grabbing a handful of it as he fucked her from behind.

  She grimaced. “Ugh. Yeah, I’m with Bianca. Let me text her an excuse of some kind. She probably won’t check her phone for forever anyhow, but at least she won’t worry.” She patted her skirts and then blanched. “Shit. My phone was in my peg leg.”

  “Your what?”

  “Just come with me,” Edie said, and grabbed him by the hand. “I think I left it on the porch.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Next time, Edie decided, she’d go with a princess costume like Bianca had demanded, if it included a purse. Finding her missing peg leg was a chore, but with Magnus’s help, it wasn’t so bad. A short time later, Edie found her peg leg, still intact and still with her phone inside. Time to text Bianca. She decided that a headache was the best excuse. Got migraine. Gretchen got me a cab. Heading home. Stay out as long as you like. Enjoy yourself! I’m going home to sleep. XO.

  It was the perfect excuse, really—Bianca was too afraid of Gretchen to double check on things, so her alibi was ironclad. She put her phone away and turned to Magnus, who was texting as well. “Ready to go?” she asked, feeling a little uncertain at the sight of him with his phone in his hand. Maybe he’d changed his mind and was sending out an SOS so he wouldn’t have to go home with her?

  But then he put his phone away and pulled her against him. She suspected he’d have kissed her, but he was wearing his dumb helmet again. “Just ditching my brother. I’m all yours for the evening.”

  “Then let’s blow this joint,” she teased, feeling lighthearted and, okay, a little giddy. She didn’t even care that her knee ached. Fuck the knee. She’d just had incredible sex on top of a sundial (or at least its rocky stand) and with a gorgeous, sexy man.

  And they were going home to have sex again. This had definitely turned out to be her night. Edie put her hand in his and they cut through a few back rooms at the party, avoiding conversations, and made their way out the front to where the valets were waiting.

  “Leaving already, Mr. Sullivan?” one asked as he approached with Edie.

  “Already,” Magnus agreed, not expanding on the subject. “Got my car nearby?”

  “We were very careful with it,” the valet agreed enthusiastically, and Edie wondered about it until she saw the damn car.

  A Maserati. Jeez. She eyed it with a bit of trepidation. At least there wouldn’t be a driver to sit in the front seat and judge them as they went back to her tiny townhouse full of cats. “I sure hope the interior’s roomy,” she commented to Magnus.

  For a moment, the look on his face was stricken. “Shit.”

  “It’s fine,” Edie said quickly. “Just drive fast.”

  He laughed. “Now that, I can do.”

  They made it back to Edie’s place in record time, zooming down the highways at high speed. The interior of the Maserati was actually pretty comfortable, but she was in a hurry to get home with Magnus, just in case he changed his mind about wanting to be with her at the last minute. All of this felt surreal. Like if she blinked her eyes or snapped her fingers, she’d wake up and this gorgeous guy who had an incredible dick and wanted to be with her would disappear and she’d be Cat Lady Edie again.

  Which was not such a bad person to be, of course, but it was lonely.

  They’d stopped at a corner store and Edie had waited in the car while Magnus bought condoms, and then went to Edie’s little townhouse she shared with Bianca. As they pulled up at the front, Magnus frowned at the sight of it. “Stairs? With your knee?”

  “I lived here before I hurt my knee. After I did, I had Bianca move in with me,” s
he explained. “It helps cut back on rent expenses. She has the upstairs and I take the downstairs.”

  “You should have gotten someplace more suited for your leg,” he told her as they got out of the car.

  “Well, I kept checking my wallet, and a ton of money never appeared, so I made due with what I had,” Edie snapped at him. “Can we just go inside already or did you want to judge my parking space and how far it is from the door, too?”

  Magnus chuckled and moved to her side, pulling her stiff body against him. “Sorry if I’m being all alpha male on you. I just don’t like the thought of you being shut off from part of your own house.” He leaned in and kissed her nose. “It makes me feel protective of you.”

  It was hard to stay mad at a man when he kissed your nose and told you he wanted to take care of you. Edie gave him another grumpy look and wriggled out of his arms. “Come on. I’ll let you meet my cats.”

  Edie was a little embarrassed to let Magnus into her house. The place was neat enough, but it showed signs of age, with worn carpets and popcorn ceilings. Edie’s portion of the townhouse was tiny, too, with a small entryway that led right to the small corridor off the stairs that served as a living room and kitchen. Tucked under the stairs was Edie’s small bathroom, and her bedroom—originally meant to be an office—was in the back of the townhouse. Her furniture was clearly cat-loved, from the sofa that was clawed up on both arms and the scratching posts dotting the tiny living room. There was cat hair on the throw blankets, and her poor, sweet cats were curled up on every available comfortable surface. There were also covered litterboxes in several strategic corners of the room, and even though she scooped them out twice a day, she still cringed to see Magnus’s gaze scan her small townhouse. His gaze landed on the stairs, though, and the gate at the base that kept the cats from going to Bianca’s part of the house. “I take it that’s Bianca’s section?”

  She nodded and moved forward, her hands fluffing a pillow on the couch and shooing away Tripod, one of her three-legged adoptees. “That’s hers, yeah. I know this is a little cramped and crazy-cat-lady-ish but I didn’t have much of a choice. Each of these cats came to me when there were no other options for them. I took them in and loved them when no one else would.” She picked up Chunk and rubbed one of her missing ears. “They’re all here because they have medical issues, or they’re old, or they’re ugly and they wouldn’t get adopted because there’s always a cute kitten instead. So they come to me.”

  He said nothing, only studied her face. “How many do you have?”

  “Seven.” So she was a bit defensive about the number. So what.

  “In this tiny townhouse?” He glanced around, frowning.

  “Well, I keep asking the cats to work but they’re terrible at holding down a job,” she said sarcastically.

  His mouth tugged into a smile. “I’m not judging you, just the size of your living quarters. You need more room.”

  “It’s on the list,” she said, keeping her voice light. “Right after ‘making a lot more money,’ I’ll get right on that second part.”

  “You’re upset,” he said, pulling her against him and rubbing her arms gently. “Don’t be. I just wish you had more room because I imagine this is hard on you.”

  She shrugged. “It’d be harder for me to see one of my cats put down, so I make do.” Even as she spoke, Tripod leapt back up on the couch and head-butted her, asking to be petted. She obliged, and to her surprise, Magnus petted the cat, too. “I should feed them and give them their medicine before we move on to other things or they’re going to sit outside the door and meow at us.” She felt awkward bringing up sex. What if he wasn’t interested in more?

  He chuckled. “I don’t know if I’d like that much of an audience for our performance.”

  A blush crept over her face. “Probably not.” Okay, so maybe he was interested in more after all. Of course he was. He was a man. Weren’t they always interested in sex?

  She went to the pantry and got out the cat meds, then cans of food. First up was medicine, and like an assembly line, she gave out diabetes medication, gave Sneezy her inhaler, and Tripod her infection meds. Edie then doled out wet food according to cats. The diet food went to Chunk, the elderly cat chow went to Tripod, and so on it went. Magnus said nothing as she fed the cats, just watched her as she moved through the furry little bodies and gave a petting here and there. When everyone was fed, she put spoons in the sink and turned to Magnus. “Well, can I get you a drink? Or a snack? While I’m feeding everyone?”

  That predatory grin spread over his face, one that made her heart flutter. He’d been sitting at her dining room table while she fed the cats, but he got up and approached her. “Are you adopting me to take care of, Edie? I thought you only went after the old and infirm.”

  “Don’t forget, I go after the ones that are too unpleasant for anyone else to adopt,” she said, brushing her fingers over a grass stain on the front of his jersey. It gave her a scorching memory of just a few hours earlier, him rubbing his cum off of her thighs with a handful of grass as she lay spread before him as if on an altar.

  Tonight definitely had been one of her more memorable nights.

  “Do you think I’m unpleasant?” Magnus asked, moving forward and bracing his hands on the kitchen counter on either side of her, pinning her in.

  Her heart fluttered at how near his face was to hers, that kissable grin just begging for her mouth on it. “You forget,” she teased. “I have a soft spot in my heart for surly creatures. I find that most of them can be tamed with the right amount of petting.”

  His eyebrows waggled at her. “So you’re taking me home to . . . pet me?”

  “Maybe a little bit of stroking,” she said breathlessly. “It would depend on what you responded to.”

  “I’d definitely respond to stroking,” he told her, moving in so close that his lips brushed against hers. “Most definitely.”

  “Then you’ve come to the right place,” Edie said, and kissed him.

  His mouth was just as heavenly as she remembered, his lips soft and his tongue possessive. He kissed her as if he wanted to devour her. There were no soft, gentle kisses from Magnus. He kissed as if she were something to be conquered, and his open-mouth, tongue-sweeping kisses made her weak in the knees. She sagged against the counter as his mouth claimed hers, stroke after stroke of his tongue reminding her that she still had no panties and oh, god, she was so damn wet for him still. Her hands went to his shoulders—and banged into the ridiculously huge shoulder pads.

  Magnus made a small growl in his throat. “Bedroom? I need to get out of this uniform before I kill someone.”

  Giggling, she pointed at the door to her room.

  “Hold on,” he told her, and swept her up into his arms.

  She clung to his neck as he opened the door to her room and pushed inside. At his growl of frustration, she knew what he was thinking. Her room had a slanted ceiling, as it was tucked under the staircase, and was barely tall enough for him. In addition, her room was so tiny that her full-sized bed barely fit between the two walls.

  “Please tell me that Bianca’s room is as small as yours?” Magnus asked, irritation in his voice.

  “The bigger room does me no good if it’s upstairs, does it?” Edie told him as he set her down on the bed.

  “You’re letting your sister take advantage of you—”

  “And how is that any different than you and your brother?” she asked, indignant. “He farts around all day and won’t work while you’re tearing your hair out. Now go on and tell me that I need to be sterner to my sister.”

  “Farts around, huh?” Magnus’s lips twitched. “I suppose you’re going to tell me that Bianca works hard all day long?”

  “At least she works!” Edie retorted.

  He leaned in, teeth bared. “Are you trying to piss me off so I’ll lose my temper and fuck yo
u hard and dirty?”

  “Well, no,” Edie said in a shaky voice, pinned by those gorgeous eyes. “But now that you mention it, that sounds pretty damn good.”

  Magnus pressed his mouth to hers and gave her another searing kiss, then pulled back. His gaze hot on her, he straightened and began to pull his jersey off. She watched in fascination as he tore his clothing off his body, his arms hitting her slanted ceiling when he raised them over his head. Gone went the jersey, onto her floor. Next went the shoulder pads, and then his undershirt. Then Magnus was topless in front of her, and he rubbed a hand across his chest, as if bringing attention to the fact that his pectorals were utterly perfect.

  “You sure don’t look like a computer nerd,” Edie murmured, her mouth practically watering at the sight.

  He gave her one of those cocky grins. “I like to work out when I’m stumped. I’ve been working out a lot lately.”

  “I can tell,” she murmured appreciatively, then gestured at the pants. “Take it all off. I want to see everything.”

  “Bossy woman,” he said, but his hands went to his laces and he began to undo them with quick, decisive movements. When he stripped down to nothing but pads, underwear, and an athletic supporter that could barely hold his erection, her mouth definitely watered. He kicked his shoes off and pulled the rest of the clothing off in quick motions. Clearly the time for fucking around had passed; it was time to just fuck.