BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: The Unforgettable Billionaires: The Complete Collection Boxed Set 1-12 (Young Adult Rich Alpha Male Billionaire Romance) (Alpha Bad Boy Billionaire Romance)

by Violet Walker

  Two hours later and Brooke’s devastation and rejection turned into white hot anger. She’d been at a slow boil for the first hour after his door slammed on her heart and her ridiculous crush, but now she was just pissed off. How dare he make her feel like she was one of his discarded lovers, she was his assistant dammit. At times she thought they might even be friends but now she knew. She knew she would always and forever be his trusted assistant. The woman who made reservations for his dates with other women, sent breakup flowers and gifts to the discarded women and intercepted angry post-breakup calls. She was fine with that. She was. Really.

  What she wasn’t fine with, however, was her boss ramming his tasty tongue down her throat and then storming off as if she’d done something wrong. With all her pacing she had worked herself up to a good bit of mad and she knocked on the door adjoining their rooms to confront him.

  Chapter Three

  He heard the quiet yet insistent knocks at his door and went to open it, sure it was one of his brothers wanting to commiserate over Vance’s high handed behavior. It was Brooke. Correction, it was Brooke wearing a pair of impossibly tiny emerald silk shorts with a matching lace top. It covered almost nothing and he was so mesmerized by all the flesh on display that he failed to notice the angry glint in her green eyes or the aggressive stance she took across from him.

  “My eyes are up here.”

  He looked up at the icy tone and the smile died on his face. “Can I help you Brooke?”

  “Not hardly. But you can tell me what the hell you were thinking earlier?”

  His shoulders slumped. He knew kissing her was a bad idea but he hadn’t been able to help himself. He’d swear he had been hypnotized by the sexy swing of her hips and the curve of her ass and when she turned around her mouth was like a magnet to his own. “I don’t know what I was thinking Brooke, but I am,”

  She placed a finger on his lips to quiet the apology she knew was coming. “I don’t want your fucking apology Chase. What I want to know,” she pushed at his chest, “is why you kissed me until I damn near came and then looked at me like it was the worst experience of your life?”

  Chase’s golden brows furrowed in confusion. That’s what she thought? He didn’t know whether to let her believe that nonsense or correct her, so he stood staring with his mouth opening and closing as he searched for the right words. “I didn’t.” Smooth Chase, real smooth.

  Her arms were crossed in frustration but Chase could only notice the way her dark pink nipples pebbled under the transparent top and the way her breasts swelled over the top. “You know what, Chase? Forget it. Just forget it.” She turned and grabbed the handle, done with Chase and this conversation.

  He reached out for her wrist and yanked her back. “I don’t think so. You wanted to talk so we’ll talk. My way.” He spun her in his arms and claimed her mouth once again. This time the kiss went from hot to my panties are on fire in about two seconds and Brooke knew she was lost to her own desire. When his hands came down to cup her ass, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around him. Moments later she was weightless as they fell on the bed, his big body and aching hardness cushioning her fall. She groaned as she took control of the kiss and rocked against his erection.

  “You feel so good Chase,” her voice was husky and breathless as she continued to rock against him.

  Chase looked up at the woman straddling him and he thought she never looked more beautiful than she did at this moment. Her hair was mussed from his hands, lips swollen from his mouth. Pussy wet from kisses. “No sweetie, that’s all you.” He lifted the lace top over her head and swirled his tongue around the sweet nipples calling out to him. Back and forth he licked and laved, he sucked and he blew, he bit her nipples until her shorts were soaked with her desire. He released her nipple with a pop, smiling at the groan she released and nudged her hips forward until her knees rested on either side of his face. “Mm, you smell so damn good Brooke. I’ll bet you taste even better.”

  Before she could respond she felt his hot breath fan over her wet, swollen and sensitive lips. “Chase,” she moaned as her hips begun to move on their own, back and forth, faster and slower, over his face as his mouth worked her body into a heated frenzy. She heard the sensual moans but they couldn’t be coming from her, she’d never made such noise in her life!

  Chase held those silky shorts to one side swiped his tongue over her clit and into her opening, sucking her lips and nipping the clit with her teeth until he felt her thighs tremble and her pussy quiver. She was close and he was about to take her over the edge. “Let go sweetie,” he encouraged and held her hips as the waves of orgasm crashed over her, spilling her sweet honey onto his tongue and all over his face. He drank her up until she began to sag against him and flipped her over until he was on top of her, his heavy weight pressing her sensitive core and causing aftershocks to shake her body.

  Brooke held a hand to cup his stubbled jaw. “Take me now Chase. I need you inside me.”

  He didn’t need to be told twice. He was naked and sheathed before her silk shorts hit the carpet and positioned at her still dripping pussy. “You ready for me baby?” Her nod was all he needed to slowly sink into her tight warmth until he could go no deeper. “Ah shit Brooke. So tight and wet. So. Good.” With her legs wrapped tightly around his waist Chase picked up the pace, thrusting deeper and faster, pushing harder against her body until they were both slick with sweat and short of breathe. Her nails scored his biceps, his teeth worried her nipples, her neck, her earlobes until she was a quivering mass of nerves and feelings beneath him. He pumped and pumped, keeping up a punishing pace until her pussy squeezed tight around him and his balls tightened. They both floated up, up, up until that invisible barrier broke and allowed them to come back down to earth at their own leisurely pace.

  There was a strange, otherworldly feeling that washed over Brooke as her body came down from that magnificent orgasm, never feeling so sated in all her life. Chase was a master and her body the instrument he had mastered. “Wow. Amazing Chase. Just. Amazing. Yeah.” She slowly drifted off, the pleasure too much to do more than close her eyes.

  ***

  The next morning at the breakfast table was…awkward. Vance was already settled at the head of the table when Brooke entered the dining room. Her face flushed at his knowing wink and she turned her attention to the sideboard—an actual sideboard!—to pile eggs and bacon on her plate. She had worked up quite an appetite last night, and again this morning she thought with a smile and she needed to replenish her calories. Her sore muscles screamed when she sat down and sent another blush up her chest, face and ears. How embarrassing to have your boss who is also your lover’s father, witness your soreness from a night of raunchy sex. “Good morning Mr. Silver.”

  He chuckled at her nervousness. Vance was pretty sure she didn’t realize every thought she had was written all over her pretty little face. “Good morning Brooke. Please call me Vance while you’re a guest in my home.”

  This time her smile beamed, lighting up the entire room. “Sure thing Vance.”

  Next into the room came Jackson and Ethan, looking more handsome than any two men should and just as grumpy. They both growled morning greetings to Brooke and Vance before they made a beeline to the sideboard. She wasn’t sure what had the men so irritated this early in the morning so she focused on her breakfast and the strange twist of events from last night. Goodness, sleeping with her boss was the dumbest, greatest most satisfying thing she had ever done. But it was without a doubt dumb. Really, really dumb. She liked her job, dammit she loved it and she was good at it. If things went south, when things went south she would lose her job. It would be best to pretend that last night never happened. Well to at least place it inside the little box inside in her memory and break it out during those long, lonely nights.

  Chase came in later looking devastatingly handsome, if a little tired, in dark grey jeans and a sky blue sweater. He strolled in looking distracted and grumpy and delicious. And h
e barely looked at her. Well that was just fine with her. She didn’t need him to look at her, to acknowledge her or what they did last night. And this morning. She already decided that pursuing anything—physical or romantic—would be a mistake so it was good that he obviously had decided the same thing.

  Good. Great.

  Vance’s loud voice boomed in the silent dining room. “I hope you boys have given some thought to what I said last night.” His gaze landed on each of them, scrutinizing them before laughing aloud.

  “Excuse me,” Brooke mumbled as she pushed back her chair and practically sprinted through the door and around Galina. She turned left instead of right and ended up in the kitchen and directly in front of warm cranberry orange muffins. She grabbed one and slipped out the backdoor and into the early morning sun.

  The property was beautiful with sprawling greens and golds in every direction. She didn’t know which way to start exploring but she spotted the top of a greenhouse and took off in that direction with a muffin in one hand and a blanket cinched around her to protect her from the cold in her other hand. Her steps were slow and deliberate, her eyes glued to the sun as it painted a pink and orange path across the sky. She was lost in her thoughts of Chase, of the upcoming merger with Steele Tech, of the way he’d made her feel last night. She was so lost she didn’t hear the footsteps quickly approaching.

  “Hey, wait up!”

  She turned and saw Chase running towards her, out of breath. “What are you doing out here?” Her arms were crossed, in a defensive posture, and also to keep out the cold.

  “I wanted,” he stopped to catch his breath, “to talk to you.”

  She waved her hand and her muffin, dismissively at him. “There’s no need. We had one night. One fantastic night.” She grinned up at him. “But just one night all the same. No harm, no foul. Okay?” She turned towards the greenhouse without waiting for his response.

  “Dammit Brooke wait up!” He jogged until his stride matched hers. She didn’t slow down or turn to look at him. She walked with her face tilted toward the sky, a serene expression on her face. She was so damned beautiful, especially in her contained anger, he felt an ache in his chest just looking at her. Last night had been unbelievable. It was more intense and passionate than any sexual encounter he’d ever had. Brooke was so giving, so open in her lovemaking that it had blown his mind. The way she looked at him with those drowsy green eyes so full of passion and heat had sent his need for her into the stratosphere. Just thinking of it now was making things uncomfortable. He reached for her upper arm and stopped. “What’s wrong? Do you regret last night?”

  Brooke gave him that long suffering look that all executive and personal assistants eventually perfected. “Nothing is wrong and no I don’t regret last night. It was incredible.” Her expression and words didn’t match up, she knew, but it didn’t matter. Today Brooke had to worry about Brooke.

  “So why won’t you talk to me?”

  “I just did. Twice. What else do you want me to say?”

  Huh? “I don’t want you to say anything if you don’t want to. But I’d like to know what’s going through your mind. I thought last night was fucking amazing. I’ve never come so hard or had such an intense experience. And you. Shit Brooke you were like a goddess come to life under my hands, my mouth. My cock. It was the best damn time I ever had in bed and I’d like, very much, to repeat it as often as possible.”

  Well shit. What was she supposed to say to that? “Oh.” Real smooth, Brooke. Really.

  “That’s all you have to say, Brooke? ‘Oh’?” His hands did a few sweeps of his already mussed hair. “Jeez woman,” he growled deep in his throat, yanking her body flush against his and took her mouth against his own. The kiss was quick and fiery and a little rough, but damn it was hot. He knew she couldn’t fight chemistry and he smiled against her lips when her arms snaked around his neck. The kiss was savage, teeth mashing together, tongues battling for dominion over the kiss, mouths melting into one indistinguishable unit.

  Brooke pulled back, panting, trying to get her breathing back to normal. When Chase moved to recapture her lips she held her hands up to stop him. “No Chase. We can’t.”

  “We already did.”

  Damn that smile with those dimples and twinkling eyes, looking greyer against the burning sun. “Yes we’ve established that. But,” she shivered when his teeth grazed her earlobe.

  “But what?” His wicked tongue swirled around the shell of her ear and down her neck.

  She broke free of his hold and trudged towards the greenhouse but Chase reached for her wrist and pulled her in the opposite direction. “I want to show you something.”

  She looked at that smug smile and thought, I’ll bet. “What, your etchings?”

  His laughed disturbed the birds, causing them to fly out in every direction. “Not quite but maybe later.” He found the door covered by ivy and overgrown grass. “Here we go,” he opened the door and Brooke gasped.

  “A wild English garden! It’s gorgeous!” She ran past him through the doors and soaked up every detail. The rainbow of purples, reds, greens, yellows and oranges were a sight to behold as the sun’s angle cast them in perfect light. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered reverently.

  “No you’re beautiful Brooke,” he whispered in her ear and wrapped his arms around her body from behind. “So fucking beautiful. I ache for you,” his hands roamed up her hips and over her waist, not stopping until they were cupping her perfect breasts.

  “Chase,” she moaned. “Yes.” Brooke knew she should be saying no to him. There was a very good reason to say no. But she couldn’t remember the reason at the moment, could barely remember to breathe as his hands found her nipples and his tongue played that sensitive spot behind her ear. She felt his hardness pressing against her ass and she wished they were somewhere, anywhere else naked so she could bend over feel him thrust into her from behind over and over and over again.

  He twirled her around, his mouth eager for another taste of her. “Come here Brooke. Let me taste you.” He pushed her shirt up and her bra cups down and wrapped his tongue around the perfect pink tip of her breast. Her swift intake of air went straight to his cock and he ground against her.

  “Chase.”

  “I’ve got you sweetheart.”

  His whisper caressed the skin between her breasts, torturing her as he switched to the other. “No. Chase,” she patted his shoulders. “I heard something.”

  He chuckled. “Of course you did, this garden is practically a forest.”

  “No, dammit. Someone is over there,” she pushed him away from her and pointed to the trees beyond the garden. “I saw the glint of a camera or a gun.”

  “A gun Brooke? You watch too many movies.”

  She tucked her shirt back in, glaring at him. “The guy who says that usually ends up shot first.”

  He groaned at the flirty smirk on her kissable mouth and looked closer. He did hear rustling that was too careful to be wildlife and then he saw it. The glare Brooke saw was a camera lens. “Sonofabitch!” He grabbed her arm a little roughly and practically dragged her all the way to the house.

  ***

  “It could have been paparazzi.”

  Ethan shot Jackson a look that said are you kidding me. “If it was a tabloid photog they wouldn’t let something as insignificant as being caught stop them. Hell that would just encourage them.” He turned his gaze from the rolling grey clouds falling over Silver House and looked to his brothers. “This is personal.”

  “Overreact much?” Jackson finished off his drink and stood. “People are always trying to get pictures of us, of Vance and of Silver House so what’s the big deal?”

  They both took in the look on Chase’s face. “Shit Chase, you’re doing Brooke?” Ethan shook his head, disbelief evident.

  He shook his head. “No but we were having a conversation that was…personal in nature. On film it could easily be misconstrued.” Both brothers nodded knowingly. “Besides t
hey were on our property and it could have been Brooke out there alone,” he turned to Jackson, “or Galina. Look this could be some overzealous photographer or it could be a crazed stalker.”

  The tense silence hung in the room as they thought about the stalker who broke into the house when they were children. They had come home from school one day and a wild eyed woman was cooking in the kitchen and telling them ‘mother made cookies’. When they politely reminded her their mothers were dead, she pulled a large kitchen knife and wouldn’t leave until the police showed up.

  “I’ll get Cade on it.” Ethan said, referring to the private investigator retained by SE. He was the best and he would get to the bottom of this soon. Ethan said nothing else and abruptly left the room.

  Chapter Four

  Two days later Brooke and Chase had finished looking over the contract changes recommended by the lawyers. Well she had finished looking them over and Chase was still nibbling her ear, his arms a muscled rope around her middle. She’d tried—in vain—for the last few days to keep her distance. She knew that getting involved with him was bad for her heart and her future, and she tried, she really did, to stay away from him. But Chase was like his billionaire brothers and their billionaire friends. He didn’t just walk away when there was someone or something he wanted. He fought and he was relentless until the easiest course of action was surrender.

  Brooke would not surrender to him. She’d lusted and longed for him for five long, painful, heartbreaking years and nothing. Not one heated glance or sexually tense moment, not even a little light flirtation with Jeanne the seventy year old receptionist even got. So she knew this was convenience. None of his socialites, models or actresses was available while he was at Silver House. She was. That thought made it easier to steel herself against his advances, his sweet masculine scent and that magic mouth. “This isn’t going to work Chase. You’re my boss.”