Stood Up (Billionaire Up #1)

by Ryan Michele

  “I’ve needed this since you walked in my house,” he rumbles low, one hand squeezing my ass hard. The pain from the touch turning into sexy pleasure.

  My arousal spikes, and I pull away ripping my shirt off my body and throwing it to the floor. Scrambling from him, I strip my jeans, and when I look up he has a sexy smile on his face but hunger in his eyes.

  “What?” I ask, placing my hand on my naked hip and cocking it. “I need you.”

  The light in his eyes sparks bright as if what I said is the key to his pleasure, and I love it. He reaches down, unbuttons his jeans, and pulls them down just enough to get his cock out.

  “Ride me hard, baby.” His words have the hair on the back of my neck standing on end and wetness pooling in my core.

  I waste no time. Instead of slowly inserting him into my body, I lay my ass down hard, and he impales me. Screams echo through the room as he stretches me in agonizing pleasure.

  “Damn, Aiden,” he moans, and I love hearing him say my name like that. Love that I do that to this man. After adjusting I waste no time, and I ride him hard, deep, and without a pause. Up and down. In and out. It doesn’t take long before we both cry out our releases.

  My forehead crashes to his shoulder as I suck in oxygen.

  Without a word, Mason picks me up, my legs wrapping around his hips as he carries me to his room. He lays me on the bed and strips off his clothes before climbing into bed with me. Pulling me close to his body, the warmth surrounds me.

  “Sleep,” he says softly. “Don’t think of leaving, Aiden.”

  A smile tips my lips just as I fall asleep.

  You know that place between consciousness and unconscious, I’m drifting there, just hovering, wondering which way my body is going to go. Personally, I say go back to sleep because Mason woke me up several times during the night and even though sated, my body needs rest. But something doesn’t feel right, and I wake up.

  First thing I notice is I’m cold, very cold. Turning, Mason isn’t in the bed and the clock says ten am.

  Holy shit! I haven’t slept this late in forever, no wonder he’s up. He’s probably gone to the office. Thank God I don’t have any meetings scheduled. The covers fly off in one swoop, and I remember my clothes are still in the living room along with my bag that has my extras. Seeing the polo shirt Mason had on last night, I grab it and pull it over my body. I listen and don’t hear much.

  Turning to the door, I practically run into Mason, my hands going up to prevent the impact.

  “Morning.” His low gravelly voice is sexy as all hell, but if he’s here then I’m sure he has to get to the office, and I need to leave.

  “Morning. I’m going to get my things and head out,” I tell him trying to go around him, but he stops me.

  “Head where?”

  “Home and to the office.”

  “First, I fuck you then you can go.”

  I flip my hair to the side needing a distraction. “You think so.”

  “I know so, but first,” he lifts his hand which holds my purse, “your phone has been ringing. You may want to see who it is.”

  It could be a number of people, and with Mason looking like he could eat me for breakfast, I really don’t want to talk to any of them.

  But as I have my thoughts, the damn thing goes off again. “Thanks,” I mutter then turn to my purse, digging out the obnoxious sounding machine reading the display, Mr. James Calling. Shit. I have no doubt that he’s done waiting for the computer program to help with his inventory.

  “I have to take this.”

  Mason leans down and kisses my forehead. “Okay.” He steps away and it’s then that I notice he’s naked as the day he was born. Not only that, his thick cock is straining and hard.

  “Go take a shower or get ready for work or something,” I mumble, but he doesn’t listen. Instead, he climbs on the bed and lays there like a model, his gaze not leaving me for a second.

  The phone vibrates and rings again, snapping me away from ogling him. I turn away and answer, “Mr. James. Good morning. What can I do for you?”

  “I’ve called you several times. What? Taking the day off, Ms. Porter?”

  “I’m sorry I missed your call. What can I do for you?” I say, ignoring the taking the day off jab. I’ve learned to brush off some of those things and roll with the punches.

  “The computer program. I need it by the end of the week.” Considering today is Wednesday that meant by tomorrow.

  “Let me call and see if it is ready, and I’ll get back with you.”

  “Today, Ms. Porter.” He disconnects. Over the years, I’ve gotten used to my clients. Each has something different, and it’s finding what works for the both of us. It’s another reason I’m great at my job. Part of me wants to turn and see Mason’s expression, but I fight it.

  I dial the number of my tech guy, and he answers on the first ring. Luckily, he has only a couple more tweaks and the program will be done. He should have it for me by this afternoon. This works out well. Instead of calling Mr. James right away, I toss my phone in my purse. I’d rather wait to have the program in my possession before contacting him.

  Turning to Mason, he lay stroking his cock up and down from base to tip. I lick my lips, wanting to taste him.

  “Come put your lips on me,” he orders as I toss my purse to the floor and crawl onto the bed using my hands and knees. His cock is thick, veined, and so damn long; there’s no way I’ll be able to fit it all in my mouth. But I’ve never been a quitter. I refuse to be one now.

  Chapter 12

  Mason

  Aiden’s tongue darts out and licks the underside of my cock, and I jerk at the touch. Her lips are hot, wet, and so damn sexy. She takes me in her mouth, and I’m pretty sure I’ve found heaven. I thought being inside of her was, and don’t get me wrong it’s right up there, but this—this is my undoing.

  Her head bobs up and down as my balls tighten. I’m not going to last to fuck her, and she needs to come. Quickly, I pull her hips around, sticking her pussy right in my face as she gives out a yelp. She smells divine, and I eat. Feast. Devour. Remembering yesterday, I slap her ass hard and she jolts, the warmth leaving my cock.

  “Suck,” I demand.

  “You just spanked me!” she cries out, but her eyes tell me she loves it.

  “Told you I would.” I attach my mouth to her pussy, and she lets out a moan of ecstasy. She wraps her mouth around me again.

  Smack. Smack. “Oh!” We both come long and hard. I learn my girl here has a naughty side, and I love it.

  We shower and dress, unable to keep our hands off each other. It’s not until we get ready to leave do I ask, “You work with Brantley James?”

  I’ve known Brantley for years. He’s an impeccably smart business man, and we’ve come together on a few deals in the past. I also know he’s a smooth talker, and quite angry about something. My guess is a woman because he doesn’t have many in his life. But if he were to lay a hand on Aiden, I’m liable to make sure that hand falls off his body.

  “Yes, he’s one of my clients, but I can’t tell you any more. The only reason I confirmed it was because you heard me on the phone.”

  I admire her professionalism, but I can’t help myself. “You’re making a computer program?”

  “I can’t talk about that, Mason.” She heaves out a breath. “There is a confidentiality that I can’t break. If you were one of my clients, I’d do the same for you.”

  My arm wraps around her waist and I pull her to my body, slamming my lips to hers. Damn this woman is one of a fucking kind, and I need to lay this out for her.

  Pulling away and looking into her dazed eyes, pleasure fills me. When she focuses, I start, “Last night sealed this.” Her brow quirks adorably. “I want this. You and me.”

  Her lips tips and her hand grazes my arm. “Do ya now? Guess you’ll need to take me on a second date then.”

  “Tonight,” I answer automatically. “I’ll pick you up at six-thirty.�
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  “Okay,” she whispers.

  She rises on her tiptoes and kisses me soundly. Damn this woman lights a fire like no other.

  The day drags on. Even at only a little after noon, all I can think about is Aiden. Her smile, laugh, the way she brushes her hair behind her ear when she’s thinking, the noises she makes while she’s sleeping, the screams when she comes. All of it. Every single moment.

  My father was right. This is the explosion I’ve been waiting for and not really knowing it. I dial my father’s number, and he picks up on the second ring.

  “Mason, how’s my boy?”

  “I found her.”

  A rustling comes on the other end. “You found who?”

  “Her. Dad. The one.”

  He whistles into the line. “Really, son?”

  “Yeah, really, Dad. I’m not letting this one go.”

  “I’m happy for you. Surprised, but happy.”

  “Why surprised?”

  “You’ve always marched to your own drum, Mason. I thought out of all of my kids, you’d be the one who wouldn’t believe it. You’d be the one to challenge it more. You’ve surprised me.”

  “Not sure if I should take that as a good thing or bad.”

  He laughs. “Good, son. Good. I’m happy for you. Now just don’t let her get away.”

  “No way.”

  We hang up, and I text Aiden.

  What’s your favorite dessert? I figure I can play off the game she started last night.

  A few moments later she texts: Chocolate Cream Pie. You?

  A giddy joy hits me as I type: You, tonight.

  She replies with her address, and I can’t wait to have her within reaching distance again.

  My phone rings and I answer. “Yes?”

  “Mr. Dean is Eli from security.” This makes me sit up in my seat.

  “Yes.”

  “Visited Drake Hamilton. He suddenly decided that he needs to move out of state to be close to his parents. He’ll be gone within the week.”

  “Excellent. No trouble.”

  “Nothing we couldn’t handle. Our guys are on him until he leaves.”

  “Perfect. Thank you Eli.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Guilt doesn’t hit one bit at running Drake out of town. Hell no. The fucker is lucky he’s leaving all in one piece. My guys can do damage. Serious damage, but luckily, he saw reason. Now to make sure he’s gone and out of Aiden’s life forever. Mine too. If he’s not, then I’ll deal with it. I’m hoping he’s not that stupid, but only time will tell.

  I’ll have to cancel. Have to work late.

  The text came fifteen minutes ago, and working late or not, I’m having dinner with my girl. I pick up Italian and head to her office. I’ve never been so GPS directs me. The building is quaint. Made of brick, the building houses three small shop areas. One has Berkshire Offices written in fine font, and the light is on.

  The only car in the lot is Aiden’s so she must be alone. I don’t like her being here by herself after night falls one bit. I pull in, get out, and make my way to the door.

  Giving a hefty knock, Aiden peeks around one of the corners. Her eyes visibly relax and soften when she sees it’s me. I stupidly hold up the bag as she walks to me, a wide smile on her face.

  “I told you I had to work late,” she says, stepping back, letting me in and locking the door.

  “And I need a dinner date.”

  “Lucky me,” she says in a joking tone, but her eyes are alight. Damn, she’s beautiful.

  “Very lucky and get used to it. I’m going to make you see what I do in us.”

  “Who’s to say I don’t,” she whispers, getting up on tiptoes and kissing me. With food in hand, I’m unable to wrap myself in her nor stop her as she pulls away.

  “Thank you,” she whispers, her lips so close to mine they barely touch.

  “You’re welcome.” I lift the food in my hands. “Where can I lay this out?”

  “Follow me.” The office is very sleek and put together. There are a few colorful paintings on the walls, but other than that everything else is a cream color. Aiden opens a door and ushers me through. A large, round table with chairs around it sits in the center of the room while a small kitchen is off to the side.

  “What do you need me to get?”

  I smile. “Nothing. Have a seat and let me.” I made sure to have the restaurant give me place settings, and I pull everything out setting it on the table.

  “God, that smells so good.” The aroma hits my nostrils, and I have to agree with her.

  “Not as good as you smell, and I know for damn sure not as good as you taste.” That beautiful blush creeps up as I dish out her food and slide her plate in front of her.

  “Thank you,” she says again as I make my plate then sit down next to her. She begins to eat, and I do the same.

  “So, what’s got you so late?” I ask, wiping my mouth.

  “Client problems.” She laughs at her own joke, and it’s endearing. “I can’t tell you. It’s just one of those things. I have it almost together but not quite there. So, I’ll be late getting it all worked out by the morning.”

  I really don’t like that she’s here by herself so late, and taming the protective beast inside me is difficult. But I will be calling the guys and making sure security is on this place, tight.

  “How was your day otherwise?”

  “Great. You?” she asks.

  “My day was shit. A proposal went horribly wrong, and I cleaned up the legalities all afternoon.” Which is why I wanted to see Aiden, hoping she could help me wash away the day. I just needed her in a way I’ve never needed anyone before.

  “Sorry. Those kind of days suck.” She reaches out and touches my arm in comfort and all within me relaxes.

  “Yeah,” I say right before taking another bite. “Do you have people that work for you?”

  “Yes. I have two, one is part time; she does the books. The other is my secretary slash assistant who helps me keep everything in line. Sometimes things can get a little hectic.”

  “Do you work late often?”

  Her brow goes up questioningly, and I stifle a smile. “Not often, why are you asking, Mr. Dean?”

  “Just not safe. A woman as beautiful as you shouldn’t be walking to her car all by herself at night.”

  She full out laughs, and I’m not sure why because I’m serious as all hell here. She sets her fork down and turns to me.

  “Way to lay it on thick, Mason.”

  I pull her hands into mine, the look of absolute seriousness on my face. She stills at the sight. “I’m not laying anything, Aiden. I’m dead serious about every single word I just said. You are beautiful, and it’s not safe. It makes me uncomfortable to know you’re walking outside at night by yourself when any asshole could hurt you.”

  Her eyes soften, and I swear if she says something about me being cute, I’ll turn her over my knee.

  “Mason, I’m fine here. The neighborhood is good, the crime rate is really low, and I’m always careful.” She grips my hand tight, giving me a reassuring squeeze that doesn’t help.

  “I’m not saying Drake will come here, but how can we know for sure?”

  Her soft face falls and I hate having to ruin out time by bringing up that assholes name, but I need her on alert just in case.

  “I didn’t think of that.”

  “Will you call me tonight when you’re ready to leave, and I’ll come here.”

  She squeezes again. “I’m not going to have you come out at nine o’clock.”

  I pull Aiden from her chair and set her on my lap. She gives out an ooph as she sits. “Please. I don’t say that word often, Aiden, but I’m saying it here. Please, call me before you leave, and let me come and make sure you’re safe.”

  She turns in my arms, locking eyes with me and studies me. I hope she sees how serious I am. If she doesn’t say yes, I’ll be camping out until she leaves.

  “I protect what’s m
ine,” I whisper to her, and a tear slides down her cheek. I reach up and wipe it away. “Why are you crying?”

  “It’s just really sweet that you care so much.”

  “Baby, I’ve been called a lot of things, but sweet isn’t one of them.”

  She chuckles. “Well, you are. Don’t ruin it.”

  I press my lips to hers and pull away. “I just want you safe. Do this for me.”

  “So every time I have to work late, you’re going to want to come and watch me go to my car?”

  “Aiden, I’m not watching anything. I’ll be right by your side.”

  She squeezes me hard, her arms vice-like, but I find I love it. The way she can say so much with just a small touch. I only hope I give that back to her.

  “Of course, Mason. I’d like that.”

  “Are you coming to my place or are we going to yours.” I leave no room for any other answer on purpose. I need her by me, in my arms.

  She taps her finger on her chin.

  “Hmm…decisions, decisions.” I say nothing and wait. “I do love your big bed.”

  “Sounds perfect.” The kiss I plant on her lips is soft, caring, and so full of understanding that I hope she feels everything I’m saying with my lips instead of words.

  With a few more stolen kisses, I leave and let her work. True to her word, she calls me and I bring her home.

  Chapter 13

  Aiden

  “So you’re like dating this guy now?” Lila asks me as we sit down to lunch at a local coffee/sandwich shop. I nod. “I’m not sure if I should be excited for you or nervous.”

  “Why nervous? This is what you wanted, for me to find a man—is it not?” I challenge.

  “I don’t know. It just seems so fast.”

  “I won’t lie to you, Lila. It is, but we’re getting to know one another, and everything I’ve seen in him only makes me like him more. It’s new and fun. I’m riding it out.”

  “And you’re happy?” Lila asks.