Billionaire Biker (Billionaires - #23)

by Claire Adams

  I tromped inside the darkened lobby and made my way to the elevator. Daniella had mentioned talking to Cat about work, but she hadn’t told me anything else. Didn’t she have some family loyalty? She should have been giving me info I could use so I had some chance of trying to salvage my relationship with Cat.

  I’d tried calling and texting Cat a few times, but she’d never responded. She’d made her position clear. We were done, and she didn’t want to talk to me.

  Eventually, she’d have to at least speak to me at work, but it’d be pretty easy for her to avoid being alone with me, and in the end, she didn’t work directly for me, but my sister.

  Also, the last thing I wanted to do was make her uncomfortable at work. No matter what had happened between us, I understood how much she needed a stable and good paying job for Jack’s sake.

  I grunted to myself. I was screwed, and not in the good way.

  The elevator door dinged, and a few steps brought me into the office area. I glanced to the side at Cat’s desk. She wasn’t there, not that I expected her to be here so early in the morning when she was still trying to avoid me. But that didn’t stop me from hoping.

  At this point, my only chance was bumping into her alone by accident. That would require her to actually come to the building, though.

  I gritted my teeth, desperation filling me. I wondered if I should drive over to her house and knock on the door until she answered. At least we’d be alone, then, and I could plead my case, even by shouting through her door if necessary?

  Shouting through her door? Yeah, that would go well. I needed a better plan.

  Everything thing has two edges, even something as sweet as love. The sweeter than love, the sharper the edge on the other side.

  Yeah, I’d been a dumbass who let myself fall in love with a woman who hated bikes. I also had no one to blame but myself. It wasn’t some big secret I’d just found out. Sure, she’d kept it from me when she first started working the modeling job, but it didn’t take that long for me to find out the truth.

  She’d given me all the warning signs, told me how much she didn’t like them, but I’d blown it off like it wasn’t a big deal. Wishful thinking. I thought she’d come around eventually. I never imagined it could be something so important she would end our relationship over it.

  Once I knew the truth, I should have never pursued a relationship with her.

  Damn it. A grunt escaped my mouth. Love. I’d finally found it, and I lost it. If only I’d been more careful and thought things through more. Shit, I shouldn’t have even taken them to a movie scene featuring stunt bikes. What the hell had I been thinking? Talk about arrogance.

  I narrowed my eyes. The blinds were closed, but the lights were on in my office. It was a rare day that Daniella got to work earlier than I did, but it had to be her, she was the only one who had the keys.

  Good. Maybe I could force some answers out of her about Cat. I wasn’t ready to give up, and I wasn’t willing to take silence from my sister about the woman I loved.

  I stomped over to the office door and threw it open.

  “We need to ta—”

  My sister wasn’t in my office. Instead, I found the last person I expected to see.

  Cat sat in my chair, closer to the wall than my desk. Her toned legs were crossed, and she watched me, a smile on her face, not a smirk, but an actual happy smile.

  What the fuck?

  My mouth hung open as I tried to process her being in my office. She’d told me she was done with me, even avoided coming in to the office, yet now here she was.

  Not only that, there was just something about her, something extra alluring. After a few seconds of looking at her, I realized what it was.

  Her damn skirt. It was the same one she’d worn when we’d sex in my office the very first time. It had to be a sign. I was pretty sure she hadn’t worn it since that day. And I did spend a lot of time paying close attention to her body when I saw her.

  Hell, her just being in my office smiling had to be some sort of sign. If she were done with me, she wouldn’t show up in my office smiling in that fucking skirt.

  I frowned. Cat couldn’t have gotten into my office without Daniella’s help. If this was some sort of weird revenge thing, I would need to have more than few words with my sister.

  “Are we through?” I said. It was time to make sure things were crystal damn clear. “You said we were, but now you’re here.”

  Cat shook her head. “No. I was wrong to say that and wrong to push you away.” She gestured toward the door. “You might want to lock that.”

  I quickly locked the door. That was definitely a good sign.

  Even if she was sitting in front of me in a sexy skirt and ready for some passion, I needed to make sure we were on the same page. Things had been rough since Sunday, and I’d already made enough mistakes because of my stupid assumptions.

  “How is Jack?” I asked.

  “He’s good. No thanks to me.”

  “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have—”

  “No. It’s mine.” Cat looked down and sighed. “I really am sorry. You were right. I overreacted. I’m not going to say I suddenly like bikes, but I realized the other day that I’m letting my hatred of bikes poison too many good things around me, including my relationships with my son and my boyfriend.” She looked back up at me and stood, walking toward me. “And I don’t want that to happen. I don’t want to lose everything I care about because of feelings I need to learn to control.”

  My heart thundered in my chest. Everything she said gave me hope. We could be together. We could have a future together. The only woman I had ever loved wasn’t done with me.

  I waited until she got nearer, then pulled her close against me. “I’ve got something important to say, and I want to say it before things get screwed up again.”

  Cat sighed and nestled her head against my chest. “Go ahead. I deserve whatever it is you have to say. I’ll take it and not get mad.”

  I laughed. “Mad? I love you, Cat. That’s what I wanted to say.”

  She gasped and looked up at me. “What?”

  “You heard me. I love you.” I shrugged and grinned. “I’m tired of pretending. Don’t get me wrong, I love fucking you, too, but it’s more than that. I love you, and the idea of not being with you crushed me.”

  Cat returned her head to my chest. “I love you, too,” she said softly. “I’d forgotten what it’s like, this feeling. It scares me a little, to be honest.”

  “At least you know what it is; this is the first time for me.”

  “Really? You seriously are telling me you’ve never been in love before?”

  “Sleeping with chicks isn’t the same as loving them. Love is about a commitment, about roots. And commitments and roots are two things I didn’t want when I lived on the road.”

  “I—don’t know what to say.”

  I stroked her hair. “I need to say sorry, too. You had your one boundary, and I blew past it. I should have never have put him on that bike. I kind of knew in the back of my mind that you wouldn’t like it, but I knew Jack would, so I ignored it. That was a dick move.”

  “No,” Cat said. “I’ve let my fear and grief eat me up for years, and I’ve put it where it doesn’t belong. I keep telling myself my husband died because he was on a motorcycle, but he was in a traffic accident. Maybe he would have survived in a car; maybe he wouldn’t have. I don’t know, but I need to move on, both for my sake and Jack’s. Otherwise, I’m never going to heal, and my son is going to grow up with a weird complex that I’ve unfairly given him.”

  Silence stretched between us for a long moment.

  “So, where do we go from here?” I said, quietly.

  “The same place we already were. We have something together. Something special, and I won’t let my fear and insecurity destroy it. I’m willing to fight for it.”

  I kissed her lightly on the forehead. “So am I.”

  My cock stirred, and I almost laugh
ed. The last few days, it’d been like the little guy was dead. I guess on some level I hadn’t cared about sex if I couldn’t have Cat, and now that she’d come back to me, everything was back to the way it should have been.

  I inhaled deeply, the fruity scent of her shampoo filling my nostrils. I wanted to nibble on her ears and suck on her neck. For that matter, I wanted to rip that skirt off and plant my cock right into her pussy.

  “You had me lock the door,” I murmured. “Why?”

  “You know why,” she whispered back.

  “Tell me. Make it crystal clear.”

  “Do you see what I’m wearing?”

  “The skirt—the skirt from that day.”

  Cat looked up at me, her gray eyes filled with mischief. “We could both fit on the desk, you know.”

  I laughed. “You want me to fuck you on the desk?”

  Her cheeks reddened.

  “Say it, then.”

  “I want you to fuck me on the desk.”

  “Your wish is my command,” he grinned. “And we better hurry up. We’ve got a time limit before people start showing up.”

  My mouth crashed against hers.

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Catherine

  Being back in his arms felt like home. Perfect, so perfect. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected when I’d come up with this plan, but now I didn’t care as his tongue wrestled with mine.

  My skirt choice had worked just like I’d hoped. I wasn’t sure if it was right, picking something that was more about our sexual compatibility than our relationship, but it had obviously worked way better than I could have hoped.

  Warmth already pooled in my center, and my nipples hardened. Whatever turmoil my heart had been experiencing, my body didn’t care. It craved Drew and had missed his touch. It just wanted his mouth and hands on it as soon as possible.

  I enjoyed the taste of his mouth as my tongue slid over his, jockeying for position. His hands skimmed lightly down my sides until they reached my ass, which he squeezed through my skirt.

  I sighed into his mouth, sad that his rough hands weren’t on my bare skin. I’d missed this, even though it had only been days. It felt like we hadn’t been together in months. Was this withdrawal?

  Drew pulled away from me. My lips were puffy and swollen from our kissing. I stood there for a moment just staring at him as he looked down at me, his eyes clouded with lust. I wondered if I looked the same to him.

  It wasn’t until the cool office air hit my ass that I realized my skirt lay pooled at my feet. He’d taken it off me while we were kissing. I took a deep breath and dropped my panties, licking my lips.

  “Now to try this desk the proper way,” I murmured.

  I stepped out of my heels, panties, and skirt, and then climbed onto the desk, pushing his keyboard aside and lying on my back, the cool material making me shiver slightly.

  A sudden thought hit me, and I shook my head.

  “No,” I said, hopping off the desk.

  Disappointment spread over his face. “You don’t want to?”

  “Oh, hell yes, I want to.” My hands moved to his belt. “But I also want you in my mouth first. I want to taste you, and I want to make you cum.”

  A grin pushed the disappointment off his face. I let my own expression mirror his.

  “I like the sound of that,” Drew said, his voice low.

  I worked his belt off and dropped his pants to his ankles. His cock already tented his boxers, straining against them.

  I wondered about taking my blouse off but decided against it. I’d just have to make sure I swallowed when he came so I didn’t have any strange stains to explain to anyone. I almost giggled at the thought.

  My tongue ran along his shaft, lathering my saliva on him. This time, I didn’t use my hand at all. Instead I licked, probed, sucked only with my lips and tongue, loving the little grunts of pleasure that he let escape.

  It was like a challenge. I wanted to see if I could make him cum without using my hand at all.

  I moved my mouth to his tip and his slit, flicking my tongue across it to lap up the salty liquid already there. He let out a little groan of appreciation.

  “You taste so good,” I said, smiling.

  “I’m glad you approve. Because I certainly do.”

  I opened my mouth wide and brought his whole cock inside until it hit the back of my throat. I bobbed back and forth, pulling off with a loud pop only to swirl my tongue over his tip before bringing him in again. Drew’s breath hitched, and I knew I was doing a good job of pleasing him.

  Each time he bumped against the back of my throat, he grunted or groaned, and the sounds sent a jolt to my center. I loved that I could make him feel so good, loved how hard he was, just from seeing me in an office skirt. It was almost like he found me sexier fully dressed than when I’d been in a bikini or some other skimpy outfit during the photo shoot.

  Drew grabbed the side of my head to hold me in place and shoved forward. Despite my surprise, I relaxed my throat to let him fuck my mouth and throat without gagging. A few moments later, his cock swelled, and his hot cum shot down my throat, coating it.

  He pulled out his eyes hooded with lust, his cock weeping.

  I wiped off my mouth and swallowed his salty seed with an audible gulp.

  “Get on the desk,” Drew commanded, walking around to the other side. “You made me cum, and now it’s my turn.”

  I climbed on the desk again, eager for more and savoring his taste in my mouth. “You make me feel so good.”

  “Good.” Drew grabbed my legs and turned me until my pussy faced him behind the desk. “And I’m going to keep making you feel good.”

  He knelt and brought his mouth to my hot center. My insides clenched in anticipation of his attention. He swiped at my hard clit with his tongue. I moaned at the spark of pleasure.

  “How soundproof is your office?” I asked, after the moan. “Won’t someone hear us?”

  “Don’t know. Don’t care. This is my fucking company, and they can just fucking deal.” Another swipe of his tongue had my toes curling in ecstasy. His tongue stabbed into my wet folds, licking, probing, and occasionally swiping back up over my clit. He was so good with his tongue, he must have been a lesbian in his past life.

  Drew lowered his head and started sucking and licking me like I was an ice cream cone. The pleasure shot through me, and my moans only grew louder. A part of me still worried about being heard, but the part wanting more pleasure pushed those concerns aside.

  Drew lifted his mouth and brought his hand over to my warm center. I swallowed, knowing what was coming next. Soon, his mouth was focused on my clit while fingers pierced my tight, wet, hot channel.

  I cried out, my muscles tightening around his fingers. Too. Damn. Good.

  If I weren’t already so warm, I’m sure my face would have heated. Drew didn’t stop though. Instead, he continued to pump his fingers in and out of me, his rogue tongue lapping at my clit, pushing me closer and closer to the brink.

  My moaning turned into quick pants, my body still afire. Drew lifted his mouth away from my clit and instead angled his thumb so it hit my clit with each thrust of his hand. Every time I thought he was pleasuring me more than I could take, he managed to up his game even more.

  Drew hooked his fingers so that each thrust stroked my most secret of spots inside my pussy. It’s like the guy knew exactly where and when to touch me. I cried out, an orgasm already threatening to erupt.

  His skill was too much, and I didn’t last long before I cried out, arching my back as the orgasm blasted through me, making my entire body shake. I lay there for a moment, my eyes closed, still shaking with my release and panting before I heard the desk creak and felt Drew straddle me.

  I looked up at him as he hooked my legs over his shoulders. His pants were around his ankles, his glorious steel-rod cock ready for me despite him having come not all that long ago. My center ached for him inside me. More, I needed more.

  D
rew probed my sopping pussy with his tip, a grin on his face. I gasped at his touch.

  “Don’t tease me,” I said. “It’s not nice.”

  He grinned. “You’re so greedy. You’ve already come, and you want more?”

  “So have you,” I said, making a pouty face. “I do want more.”

  “Tell me exactly what you want. If you’re exact, then I’ll give it to you.”

  “I want you to shut your mouth and fuck me. I want your cock inside me.”

  Drew shoved his dick into me. I was so wet, there was little pain. I gasped from the pleasure as he pushed into me until fully seated.

  “Guess you were right,” he said with a grin.

  “Right about what?” I managed to get out. My pussy throbbed with pleasure. A haze of pleasure clouded my brain.

  “About us being able to fit on this desk.”

  Drew pulled back slowly and pushed forward just as slowly, the friction against my channel making me moan. Then he repeated the motion slightly faster. Then again.

  Soon, Drew was hammering into me, the slaps of our bodies colliding filling the air and mingling with my loud moans.

  I was sure that anyone standing right outside the door knew exactly what we were doing, but for the first time, I realized I didn’t care. I loved Drew, and he loved me. Let the entire damn company hear us screwing for all I cared.

  My only concern was the man fucking me, the man who said he loved me, the man who completed me.

  Drew pounded into me like a merciless machine now, each thrust providing just a bit more pleasure and pressure. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take before I came again.

  Lust and love. Man and woman. We’d become one, inseparable from one another as he pushed into me again and again and again. Perfect. Overwhelming. Glorious.

  Drew’s face became a mask of determination. I could tell he was holding back, waiting for me before he gave into his own pleasure. Even now, even as we fucked like rabbits, he still made sure that I was taken care of.

  The thought sent me over the edge, and I cried out another release, my entire body shaking from one of the strongest orgasms I’d felt yet. My cries became a scream, and I wondered how long it would be before security kicked open the door.