JACKSON (The Billionaire Croft Brothers, Book One)

by Paige North

  “That man is not who you think he is. He’s very good at pretending to be something he’s not.”

  “Funny, he said the same about you,” she replied, arching an eyebrow.

  Cullen’s expression changed. His brow lowered and his eyes became more focused. His nostrils flared. “Did he now?” he murmured, coming that much closer.

  His lips were close enough to almost kiss her. She could see every pore in his face, and those steely eyes were looking right at her, mere inches away.

  “He did,” she replied. Her breath was halting, and her legs trembled. “He said you have skeletons in your closet. Big ones.”

  Cullen’s head tilted to the side. “And what do you think, Ivy? Do you think I have big, terrible skeletons hiding in my closet?”

  She could barely speak, but she nodded and said it, faintly. “Yes.”

  “Good,” he said, his jaw jutting forward. “Then we don’t have to pretend I’m Mister White Picket Fence. Or Prince Charming.”

  “What are you, then?”

  “I’m the big bad wolf,” he growled. And then he kissed her fully on the mouth and she tasted him, her knees weakened and she could hardly contain her overriding excitement.

  Yes, she thought. Yes. Yes. This. Please. Please.

  He kissed her, his tongue tangling with hers, subduing her tongue as his lips tamed hers with sheer soft, moist sensuality. She was melting. He was so soft and so hard all at once.

  How could something feel so powerfully good and be so bad? She wondered.

  Cullen reached out and grabbed her blouse at the neckline and ripped it open. Buttons flew off and spilled across the floor, scattering, they rolled here and there.

  Ivy’s shirt came open, revealing her breasts, and the thin, lacy bra she’d worn.

  Her chest heaved as Cullen’s strong hands grabbed her breasts over the bra and squeezed them hard enough to make her moan.

  He kissed her again, and then broke free. “You had lunch with him instead of me? Are you begging for punishment?”

  “I told you,” she started. And then she remembered her manners as his hand grabbed her ass hard and squeezed her flesh. “Sir,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

  “Get on your fucking knees,” he told her, his nostrils flaring again.

  She nodded, biting her lower lip as she slowly got down on the cold tile floor of the bathroom.

  How long could they be in there before people started pounding?

  What was he going to do next?

  She looked up at him, anxious, but also feeling her adrenaline surge as he stood over her, legs spread.

  A slow grin came across his face. “You were obviously hungry,” Cullen said. “And I interrupted you lunch, so you must still be starving.”

  “A little…Yes, Sir,” she finished.

  “Good, then,” he said, his hands on his hips. “I’ll fill your mouth so you don’t go hungry for the rest of the day.”

  She couldn’t believe what he was saying. Ivy just stared at him, not knowing if he meant what she thought he meant.

  “What do you mean?” she squeaked.

  “Use your imagination,” he smirked tightly.

  “Sir, I’ve…I’ve never done that before.”

  “You mean to tell me that not only are you a virgin—“

  “Not anymore, Mister Cullen,” she reminded him, heat blooming in her cheeks.

  His eyes flashed. “You were a virgin, and you also never took a man in your mouth, Ivy?”

  “Never,” she admitted. She felt ashamed. Would he turn and run again

  Cullen shook his head in disbelief. “You’ll learn from a master, then. Things could be worse.” He nodded at her. “Take out your tits.”

  She caught her breath. Her heart was hammering so hard in her ribcage she thought it might burst.

  She pulled each breast out, spilling over her bra. When she looked up to see if that’s what he wanted, Cullen’s eyes were dialed onto her chest and his nostrils were flaring again.

  “Is that good, Sir?” she asked.

  “Very good,” he whispered. “But that’s just the start. Now I want you to unzip my pants,” he said. His voice was low and throaty.

  Ivy could see the bulge in his pants, and she knew he must be rock hard. Would she be able to handle all of him? His cock was large and she’d never put one in her mouth before.

  What if she was terrible at it?

  “I don’t have all day,” he hissed.

  She sat up on her heels and moved closer to his legs. Her face was at his waist level and she was staring at the bulge. Her hands moved to his zipper and slowly began tugging at it.

  Cullen Sharpe’s cock is right here in front of me. If anyone knew what we were doing right now…anyone from work…they would never believe it.

  I hardly believe it myself.

  And yet here she was, slowly unzipping the CEO’s pants, and then she was unbuttoning the top button of his trousers. Inside his pants, she saw white silk boxers.

  His flat belly had a small trail of hair that snaked down to the waistband. Inside the hole in his boxers, she could already see the engorged, swollen head of his member poking through.

  “Take it out,” he commanded.

  She pushed her fingers slowly through the hole in his boxers and grabbed his stiff dick. It was hot to her touch, and seemed to stiffen further when she wrapped her hand around it. Now it was fully out of his boxers, and she was staring at the head.

  “It’s big, Sir,” she whispered, a little frightened.

  “You took on a very big task when you decided to disobey my orders about Montrose. I told you not to see him. And you decided you knew better, so now you’ll do your best to make it up to me.”

  Ivy gulped. “What if I—hurt you?”

  “Use your lips,” he said. “Keep your teeth away from my cock,” Cullen said. “And use your hands to stroke my shaft while you suck the head.”

  She nodded, taking in his instruction as if he was telling her something about her data entry job. Instructions were instructions and Cullen Sharpe was the boss.

  Here there and everywhere.

  The truth was, she wanted his cock in her mouth, even if she was frightened of its size and nervous that she wasn’t going to prove very good at sucking it.

  But her pussy was already wet just from holding it and looking at it up close. More than anything, she wanted him inside of her again. But this would do. This would do just fine, assuming she could handle him without choking.

  Ivy brought her lips to the tip of his pulsating cock. She could feel the blood coursing through it, and it was so big and round and stiff. She stroked it like he’d said to do, near the base.

  He groaned a little, which she took as a good sign. She bit her lower lip, studying it and then finally, she opened her mouth and licked the tip of his dick.

  Again, there was the low groan from the CEO.

  She looked up at him momentarily.

  “Continue,” he growled.

  She licked again, swirling her tongue across the fleshy top of his head, tasting a salty, but pleasant taste as her tongue swiped over it. He was leaking a little, she realized. He was already coming, just from this.

  But no, he wasn’t climaxing, she realized. He was just excited, and so he was dripping some cum.

  His excitement made her excited.

  She felt her nipples stiffen, her pussy started dripping, and she felt her clit being stimulated, just from thinking about Cullen’s wanting her.

  She put her lips directly in contact with his cock, as she stroked his shaft, her other hand playing with his balls.

  Sucking the tip of his cock, she was getting it wet with her saliva.

  “Yes,” he told her. “I want you to take me as far in as you can now. All the way,” he told her. “This is what you get for disobeying. Now you’re going to get your fill of me until you learn to listen.”

  Ivy took a breath in through her nose. And then she opened her mout
h as wide as she could, and started to allow his huge member to slide into her mouth.

  It got further and further, cramming inside her mouth, pushing into her throat.

  She felt pressure behind her eyes as his enormous cock went into her mouth and stuffed her full.

  “Fuck,” he muttered, breathing heavily. “I should shoot my load down your throat right now for what you did in that restaurant today.”

  She bobbed her head obediently, but she was getting claustrophobic from it all. Finally, she gave up, pulling away. A trail of saliva connected from her mouth to his cock as she removed it entirely.

  Ivy took a deep breath, gasping for air.

  “I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” he asked.

  She shook her head. “No, Sir, but—“

  He pointed at his slick cock. “Again,” he said, his lips tightening. “All the way.”

  She nodded, stroking him a bit as she readied herself. It was enjoyable to an extent, but he was just so big. She was scared of choking on him, or gagging even.

  But Ivy did as she was told, opening her mouth even wider this time, and letting Cullen slide himself into her, and then he was grabbing her by the back of her head and pushing her even closer towards his belly as he drove his hips at her.

  His cock seemed to slide all the way into her throat, but she closed her eyes and just allowed it.

  As he groaned with pleasure and began rotating his hips, Ivy started to relax a little. She could breathe through her nose, and he wasn’t choking her after all.

  Now he was sliding back and forth, fucking her mouth, and she found herself starting to enjoy it.

  Not just a little, but a lot.

  She began stroking his shaft enthusiastically at the base, while he pumped his hips and fucked her mouth.

  His cock was dripping, but then again so was she.

  Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

  Ivy froze in place, but Cullen grabbed her hair and pulled, alerting her that she hadn’t been given permission to stop.

  Her knees were sore and she shifted positions. He pulled her hair again and pumped his hips forward. His cock penetrated deeper into her mouth.

  The person knocked again. “Hello? Is someone in there?” an old woman’s voice filtered through the door.

  Cullen kept fucking Ivy’s mouth, even more intently now.

  The knocking got louder.

  “Touch your pussy,” Cullen whispered. “Pull your skirt up and put your fingers in your cunt,” he said, just loud enough for her to hear.

  The knocker went away, and Ivy continued to suck Cullen’s huge, throbbing cock.

  The salty taste was growing stronger and she was also getting closer to coming herself. Ivy slid her hand up between her thighs, spreading her legs as wide as she could for Cullen to see.

  And then she pressed her own fingers into her wet folds.

  I’m sucking the boss’s cock in a café bathroom while I finger-fuck myself.

  Somehow, this turned her on even more.

  She looked up at him, watching his face, the way his eyes closed and his jaw clenched while his muscular hips clenched and unclenched and he slid in and out of her mouth.

  The sucking, smacking sounds were very loud and sloppy now.

  He was speeding up and so was she.

  “I’m close,” he murmured. “I’m going to cum on your ass you bad little girl. Get up, quickly and stand against the wall.”

  She stood up, almost falling. Her leg was asleep.

  He helped her to the wall, and she could tell he was so close he could barely hold it in.

  Her palms slapped the wall and her cheek drove into the tile as Cullen pushed her skirt up to her waist and then began slapping the head of his cock all over her ass cheeks and between them.

  He was jerking off.

  “You listen. To. Me. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m so—so sorry, Sir,” she cried, as she played with herself while he jerked off.

  And then she felt his head pushing between her cheeks and a hot spurt of liquid splattered her ass, again and then again. It was dripping down her buttocks and between her legs.

  “Fuck,” he breathed, scraping his hand up her fleshy hips and onto her lower back. And then he was pushing his cock between her legs and into her wet pussy from behind.

  She cried out. “Oh, shit,” she breathed as his cock entered her wet hole.

  She was so wet.

  He’d already come, but somehow he was still hard enough—and besides, she was ready to go.

  As soon as he entered her, she climaxed, and he fucked her hard from behind, pushing into her as she came.

  Her pussy contracted over and over, clutching Cullen’s huge dick, and she moaned loudly, despite trying to be quiet.

  Cullen grabbed her breasts as he pushed his entire body against her, while she was still pressed flat against the bathroom wall. His lips sucked her earlobe, his breath hot against her ear canal as he spoke. “You’re mine, Ivy. Do you understand?”

  She nodded her head, gritting her teeth as the final throws of her tremendous orgasm subsided.

  “Tell me you understand,” Cullen whispered in her ear.

  “I understand, Sir,” she replied, trying to catch her breath.

  “Good,” he said, and then he withdrew from her.

  She quickly fixed her bra and buttoned her blouse the best she could. There were a few buttons hanging on for dear life, and if she held onto her shirt she was able to keep her shirt mostly closed.

  His cum was drying on her ass and legs and her pussy was soaked.

  The bathroom smelled of sex.

  “I’m in no condition to go back to work,” Ivy told him, as Cullen fixed his shirt and tie in the bathroom mirror.

  He, on the other hand, now looked perfect once again—like nothing had even happened between them.

  “I’ll handle it,” he said, pulling out his phone and texting. “Come with me.”

  “Everyone’s going to know we were having sex in here if we go out together.”

  He chuckled. “The cat’s already out of the bag.” And then he opened the door and strode confidently out into the café.

  Ivy put her head down and tried not to watch anybody’s reaction as she followed Cullen out of the bathroom, but she couldn’t help but catch the glances and disgusted reactions of the employees and some patrons who were clearly aware of what was going on.

  “Hope it was worth it,” someone yelled out, as they were exiting.

  “Looks like it was,” a woman’s voice replied, and then there were titters of laughter following them into the street.

  Cullen waved his hand and whistled, as the familiar limousine pulled up next to the curb. “Get in,” he told her.

  “You had your limo ready and waiting again?” she said, shaking her head.

  “Would you rather walk around with your blouse hanging open?”

  “If you hadn’t ripped all the buttons off I wouldn’t have to worry about that,” she said, getting into the limousine, as Cullen got in after her.

  “And if you hadn’t met with Xavier behind my back, I wouldn’t have needed to rip those buttons off. But here we are. For every action, there’s an equal and opposite reaction.” Cullen smiled as he slid next to her in the backseat.

  “Where to, Mister Sharpe?” the driver asked.

  “La Belle Vie, please,” Cullen told him.

  As the car pulled out into the street, Ivy turned to Cullen. “Where are we going now? What is La…Belle…?”

  “La Belle Vie,” Cullen repeated, in what sounded like an authentic French accent.

  “Okay. What is it?”

  “You’ll find out soon enough,” he said, patting her leg. His hand remained on her upper thigh and Ivy found herself getting turned on again.

  Just the feel of his fingertips on her leg, warming her skin, sent tingles up and down her thigh. “I can’t relax when I don’t know what’s going on,” she said trying to gat
her her wits. “I need to get back to work. Emma’s going to kill me.”

  “I’ll handle Emma,” Cullen said, keeping his hand on her leg. He looked at her, his eyes glimmering. “You’re so concerned with getting in trouble at work, when you should be concerned about getting in trouble with me.”

  His hand squeezed the fleshy upper part of her thigh, and then slid below her skirt.

  She pushed his hand away and crossed her legs. “And you should be concerned about us getting caught. Do you want everyone on Earth to know?”

  “Maybe I do,” he smiled.

  He was showing a playful side that Ivy was befuddled by. Why was he behaving this way? As usual, she had no idea why Cullen did anything in particular.

  “I don’t think you mean that,” Ivy sighed. “I think this is just one big game to you.”

  “I take everything seriously that I do. Even games.”

  “So it is a game. You admit it.”

  He smiled wider. “I never said that. You merely inferred it.”

  She rolled her eyes. “It is a game. If you took me seriously, you’d include me in things. You’d tell me one or two details about your life.”

  Cullen’s eyes turned colder. “That’s your opinion, and you’re entitled to it.”

  “Oh, thanks.”

  “But you’re still wrong,” he said. He leaned closer to her, and now his lips were on hers and his hands were on her legs, pushing them apart.

  At first, she resisted, but then she allowed him to push between them, forcing his hips against her. His chest pressed against hers as his tongue dove into her mouth, as if trying to claim it for his own.

  She moaned softly in her throat.

  And then he pulled away, sitting back and straightening his tie, as the car slowed outside a storefront with the name La Belle Vie on the sign overhead. “Here we are,” Cullen said, raising an eyebrow.

  Ivy saw mannequins with various items of clothing displayed in the large windows.

  It was a fine French boutique.

  “What’s this for? For me to get a new blouse?”

  Cullen sighed. “Ivy, for once you might try following my lead without asking questions. I promise all will be made clear to you.” He grabbed her hand and opened the door, dragging her out and onto the sidewalk.