JACKSON (The Billionaire Croft Brothers, Book One)

by Paige North

  “Tell me you’re mine,” he said.

  “I’m yours,” she agreed breathlessly.

  “You’re always be mine,” he continued.

  “Always. I don’t want anybody else to fuck me. Ever.”

  He grunted. “Like that little shit I saw you eating hotdogs with? Lucas whatever?”

  The mention of Lucas’s name sent her into a near panic. She sat up straight in the bed. “Why would you talk about him at a time like this?” Ivy said.

  Cullen was still kneeling between her legs. “Lie down,” he commanded firmly.

  She did as she was told, lying down again. “Don’t talk about Lucas when you and I are together like this,” she told him. “I don’t want to think about him.”

  “I’ll talk about whatever I like,” Cullen replied brusquely.

  Cullen forced her legs even further apart and then pushed her nightgown up even further, exposing her hips and stomach. He leaned forward and this time his hot mouth was sucking and kissing her lower belly.

  Ivy cried out. Cullen pressed his lips to her stomach, torturing her so exquisitely that Ivy didn’t know if she could take another second of it.

  He growled as she tried to fight him, her legs kicking, arms thrashing, belly rippling with excitement and pleasure while Cullen kissed and sucked.

  She could feel the brush of his five o’clock shadow, those sexy whiskers caressing her soft skin.

  “Oh God,” she moaned, practically convulsing.

  “You want to feel my tongue on your clit,” he announced. “Don’t you?”

  “Please. Please,” she begged. “I need you so badly.”

  “Then act like it,” he replied. “And don’t ever disobey me again.”

  She nodded fervently. Anything to get him to do what he was about to do. “Yes,” she said. “Yes.”

  “And anything I want from you, you’ll do. You’ll let me tie you up, spank your butt until it’s red, fuck your tight pussy, fuck your asshole, put my cock in your mouth and cum down your throat.”

  “All of it and more.”

  “Anything I want. And if I want to ask you questions about a man, or a woman, or what you ate last week at 3 p.m. on a Tuesday, you’ll answer me. Won’t you, Ivy?”

  She nodded desperately. “Yes. I will.”

  “Good,” he said, and then his lips hovered over her mound. It shivered, pulsating and ready for him. He stared down at her sex, and he spoke, his breath hot against her dripping folds. “Look at you,” he said. “You’re so hot and ready, and nobody’s ever had you before. I’m the one to possess you,” he told her. “I’m the one who will show you what your body is capable of.”

  “Thank you,” she said, and meant it. She wanted to cry for needing him so badly.

  And then his broad shoulders were working and his head was dipping and his mouth finally made contact with her wet pussy, and his amazing tongue was doing things to her she never could’ve imagined.

  Ivy cried out again and again as his lips and tongue did their work, opening her, making her wet, flicking her clit, taking her to places she never knew existed.

  Everything was forgotten.

  All she knew was him.

  All she wanted was this, forever and ever.

  “I’m coming,” she said, her voice guttural, like an animal talking. She’d lost all sense of decorum. This man was ravishing her body and she didn’t care about it.

  Didn’t care about right and wrong.

  She let the climax rip through her every fiber as Cullen Sharpe continued to suck her pussy, drink her gushing juices, slathering her mound with his kisses and licks until she could hardly think in English.

  Her body was bathed in sweat. Every part of her was dripping.

  “Oh,” she moaned, as he lifted his head. He started rubbing her mound with his long, sultry fingers.

  “Oh, shit,” she said. She threw her head back. “I’m—I’m going to come again, Cullen.”

  “Come for me,” he told her. “Do it right now.”

  He thrust his fingers knuckle deep into her hole and she wrapped her legs over his strong shoulders, sucking his fingers into her center place and wrapping herself around him like a glove.

  She came again, intensely, her eyes rolling back in her head.

  When she was done climaxing, she was breathless, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

  Cullen moved away from her, then stood up and began disrobing, slowly, blatantly encouraging her to watch.

  “Your body,” she sighed, as he took off his shirt and bared his chiseled arms and chest, then took off his silk boxers and showed off his perfectly hard dick.

  His legs were smooth and muscular, his thighs looked like those of an Olympic cyclist. He had no tattoos, but he did have a large white scar across his lower abdomen, reaching all the way to his hipbone.

  “Take off your nightgown,” he said softly.

  Ivy did as he requested, pulling the soft, sheer gown over her head and allowing it to fall off the side of the bed. She was completely nude, just like him. Her body was slick with sweat, her pussy wet from his licking and her multiple orgasms.

  Cullen slowly lowered himself onto the bed, crawling on top of her, his warm, hard body enveloping her in a cocoon of sexual ecstasy. His cock was already sliding lightly on the outside of her wet slit as his legs pressed directly onto her legs, stomach to stomach, his chest on hers, his mouth sucking her mouth.

  He was heat. Everything about him was warm now—even those icy eyes had somehow melted, and they’d become pools of gorgeous aquamarine water, staring into her and telling her this was all real.

  Her entire body shivered as a wave of excitement rolled through her, and the head of his cock slowly plunged into her open mound. She accepted his shaft, suctioning around his throbbing dick as he insistently pushed, clenching his buttocks and thrusting his hips.

  “So tight,” he muttered into her mouth, grabbing her hair with one hand and squeezing her breast with his other hand. “So tight and wet,” he continued, his tongue sliding in between her parted lips.

  “Fuck me, Cullen,” she moaned back at him.

  “You want me to fuck you just right?”

  “God, yes.”

  His hips swiveled first one way and then the other, and she felt a shock of pleasure bursting inside her center. She gushed, moaning, as she drenched his dick with her juices.

  “I’m going to make you come again and again,” he said, watching her with his liquid eyes. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

  She nodded, her body greedy for his attention. She wrapped her arms around him, grabbing his strong back, feeling his muscles working as he fucked her so perfectly that she could hardly stand it.

  His cock slid in and out, in and out, and she got another burst of pleasure, another, and another. It was becoming more rapid now, as he stroked deeper and faster.

  He watched her the entire time as he fucked and fucked and fucked—making her pussy throb with painful excitement.

  How could he just keeping going like this? He was like a machine, perfect in that he knew everything her body wanted and was able to deliver it effortlessly.

  Ivy threw her head back, biting her lip as another moan escaped her lips.

  She was so drenched, and he was as well.

  “Ivy,” he said softly.

  She looked into his eyes. “Cullen,” she whispered, and a powerful wave of emotion rolled through her as she saw the pain in his eyes. “I see you,” she said, and he nodded as if acknowledging that she did see him, and then his lips met hers and his need was palpable.

  His hips pressed, and his cock went somehow deeper.

  He’s making love to me.

  Oh God, Cullen Sharpe is making love to me.

  Her hips lifted in time with his, and now they were in perfect synchronicity together, meeting and parting, meeting and parting, flesh on flesh, bodies in time, perfectly attuned.

  “I’m going to come,” Cullen announced, as
his hips slapped into hers more furiously, speeding up.

  “Come inside me,” she told him, knowing it was wrong.

  But then again, everything they’d done tonight had been wrong. Everything.

  “I’m going to shoot everything into your tight little cunt,” he told her, pulling his enormous cock out, holding it at its base and slapping it quickly against her pussy lips.

  “Oh, fuck, I’m coming too!” she cried out, surprised at what he was doing to her.

  She saw a spurt of his semen shoot against her bare mound. And he groaned, shooting yet another rope of cum across her lower belly before plunging the engorged head of his cock just beneath the surface of her folds, stimulating her clit as she climaxed.

  Her legs spread as if she’d relieved a jolt of electricity, and she yelled out in pleasure, but it could’ve passed for pain.

  Cullen’s member gushed again, as he pushed it deeper into her now.

  He went deeper and then withdrew completely, then crammed it back in again. “Damn, look at that,” he murmured. He did this again and again, while Ivy climaxed, crying out each time as he forced his way into her opening.

  Finally, Cullen seemed to collapse. His entire body weight landed on her and he was kissing her again, slow and long.

  She wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles and holding him so tightly against her, keeping him inside her.

  They lay that way for a long, long time.

  Drifting in and out.

  Cullen Sharpe is in my bed.

  Cullen Sharpe is in my head.

  I can feel his breath on my cheek. His hand on my belly. One of his legs is wrapped across my body. I feel his cock pressed behind me. I remember what it did to me just hours ago.

  Please let us be like this forever.

  Drifting out.

  Drifting in again.

  Ivy turned over and looked at Cullen. He was sleeping soundly, a little square of moonlight reflected from the window onto his face. He looked so peaceful, so beautiful, like an angel king.

  Too beautiful for this world. How can a man like this ever exist here on Earth with us mere mortals?

  She wanted to stroke him, to touch his skin, but didn’t want to wake him and ruin the peaceful sleep he seemed to be experiencing. His chest was slowly rising and falling, and he looked like he might even smile in his slumber.

  Which made her smile in turn.

  Is it possible we’re falling in love? He claims he isn’t capable, but the way he touched me tonight…the way we looked at each other…

  She didn’t know anything. She only knew that this felt right and she wanted to prolong it forever.

  Eventually, she grew drowsy and drifted back to sleep once more.

  The next time her eyes opened, early morning light was filtering into her window and Cullen was no longer beside her in bed.

  She sat up, feeling almost panicky. Had he left without so much as a word? Sitting up, she clambered out of bed and slid on her nightgown quickly, then strode to the bedroom door and opened it.

  The moment she opened her door, her senses were greeted with the familiar smells and sounds of breakfast being prepared.

  She could hear the frying of a pan, and smell bacon and fresh toast. Ivy couldn’t believe it. She walked down the hallway and found Cullen Sharpe in her kitchen, making bacon and eggs on her tiny little stove.

  He turned around as she came into the room.

  He was wearing just his baggy pants and no shirt. He looked relaxed, casual and sexy. “Morning, beautiful,” he said, giving her a wry smile.

  “Who are you?” she said, and then laughed, putting a hand to her mouth in awe of what she was seeing.

  “I’m the guy making you breakfast. Coffee’s up,” he said, nodding to the coffee pot, which was full of dark coffee.

  “I didn’t even know I had any good coffee left. Or eggs for that matter,” she said, frowning slightly.

  “I might have borrowed your keys and ran to the corner store,” Cullen said. He moved the pan to a back burner, clapped his hands and turned to face her. “You left them on the bowl by the counter so I thought it was okay.”

  She nodded, totally flabbergasted. “I’m just—“

  Cullen walked towards her, smiling. “Don’t overthink it,” he said, and then he took her around the waist with one hand, his other hand moving to cup her face. He leaned in and kissed her.

  His mouth tasted like mint and coffee.

  When he let her go, her knees were weak.

  “I assumed you like the usual,” he said. “Eggs, scrambled. Bacon, crispy. Toast, buttered liberally.”

  “Of course, I love all of it. I’m just going to run to the bathroom and then I’ll be right back,” she said, shaking her head as she turned and left the kitchen.

  “Don’t be gone too long. The timing on this is essential,” Cullen called after her.

  She laughed, still in disbelief as she went to the bathroom and peed and then washed her face quickly and brushed her teeth.

  How did things continuously turn so quickly with him?

  Was his change of heart real or was this just another game he was playing to confuse her?

  Whatever he was doing, it was working.

  Ivy went back to her room and got on a fresh pair of sweat pants and t-shirt. She almost left the room but then remembered her phone.

  As she bent to grab her cell from the nightstand, she saw a text had come through and was sitting there on the screen.

  The text was a photo someone had sent to her.

  Ivy picked up the phone and stared at the image, her heartbeat accelerating.

  The photo showed Cullen standing outside her apartment at night. The quality was perfect, as if the photographer had been standing mere feet away.

  Ivy swiped her screen and navigated to her text messages. There were two more texts waiting, unread, from the same number.

  They were both photos that had been texted just minutes ago.

  One picture was Ivy standing in her bedroom. You could only see her, wearing her nightgown. She was somewhat blurry but you could definitely make out that it was her.

  The final picture sent from the unknown number was the worst. It was Cullen, standing there, clearly naked and visible from the same window.

  Whoever had taken these pictures was a professional. The images were amazingly clear, especially given the time of night they’d been taken. Probably with a telephoto lens or something. Whoever had managed to snap that photo knew everything. They’d followed Cullen and now they had pictures of him in her apartment—pictures that could clearly show the intimacies that had taken place between them.

  Was it the FBI? Was it someone else?

  She was frightened and humiliated all at once.

  “Ivy?” she heard Cullen call from the kitchen. “Food’s getting cold.”

  “Be right there!” she called back, as beads of sweat broke out on her forehead. She felt sick and slightly faint.

  The final text came through as she was still staring at the phone.

  Did u like the pics? There are more where those came from. Keep ur mouth shut and your eyes open. We will get what we need from you…one way or another.

  You will give us Cullen Sharpe on a silver platter.

  That was the last thing she saw before she fainted.

  As Ivy fell, she vaguely heard the sound of her cell phone shattering to pieces as it dropped to the floor next to her, just before everything went dark.

  END OF BOOK 5

  Expose (The Billionaire’s Rules, Book 6) by Kelly Favor

  At first, Ivy didn’t even realize what had happened.

  There was a buzzing sound in her head and everything was dark, like she was swimming in a lake, trying to get to the surface. It was a struggle to swim to reach the open air, to get above the water line. But then, suddenly, Ivy opened her eyes and reality flooded back in.

  She wasn’t swimming. She’d just been asleep…

  No, uncon
scious.

  She’d fainted.

  Cullen was kneeling on the floor next to her, terrible concern written all over his face. “Ivy,” he said, taking her hand and checking the pulse on her wrist. “Ivy, are you all right? Talk to me.”

  Ivy lay on the floor, trying to gather herself and remember what exactly had happened. “I’m…I’m okay, I think.”

  But she didn’t feel okay.

  She felt frightened. She turned her head and saw pieces of her cell phone scattered across the hardwood floor. Vaguely, Ivy could recall the sound of it smashing as she’d fainted.

  Just thinking about her phone, and those horrible pictures and messages that someone had texted her…she didn’t want to remember any of it. She wished her memory had been wiped out so she could forget that Lucas was with the FBI and he was trying to force her to betray Cullen.

  Cullen was kneeling patiently next to her, checking her vitals, his hand stroking her forehead softly. “Lift your head,” he said. “I want to make sure you don’t have any trauma from when you fell.”

  “I think I’m all right,” she said, lifting herself onto an elbow and allowing Cullen to examine the back of her head.

  His gentle, long fingers probed through her hair, touching her scalp. “Ouch,” she hissed, as he happened upon a painful spot.

  “You’ve got a decent sized knot,” he said. “So you did hit your head when you fell. We’re lucky. It could’ve been a lot worse if you’d fallen the wrong way.” His fingers withdrew.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, looking at him.

  “Why are you apologizing?” he asked, his brow wrinkling.

  She hesitated. Of course, she was apologizing because she blamed herself. If she hadn’t lied to him, hadn’t kept him in the dark about Lucas and his threats, then Cullen might not even be in her apartment right now.

  And if he hadn’t been in her apartment, then nobody would have been able to get those photographs of him and text them to her.

  I’m putting him at risk and he has no idea. It’s not right that I’m keeping this a secret.

  However, the idea of going against the FBI was too overwhelming to contemplate.

  So she simply shrugged. “I just don’t want you to worry. I got a little light headed and…lost my balance for a minute.”