The Billionaire's Contract 2: Considerations

by Alicia Roberts

  The Billionaire's Contract 2: Considerations

  By

  Alicia Roberts

  The Billionaire's Contract2: Considerations

  Copyright 2012 by Alicia Roberts

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  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

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  Disclaimer: The material in this book is for mature audiences only and contains graphic sexual content. It is intended only for those aged 18 and above.

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  The Billionaire's Contract 2: Considerations

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  A condition of his Grandpa's will stipulated that Brad must get married and stay married for a year, if he's to inherit Reinehart Industries. The deadline by which Brad has to get married is approaching quickly, so he proposes to Alexis Jones, the cute receptionist he met two days ago.

  Alexis isn't really sure about the whole thing. But then Brad suggests that she go with him to Paris for the weekend, so they can both spend a bit more time together before she makes her decision.

  Alexis is conflicted about the choice for a number of reasons. But two passionate days in Paris, followed by a day in Brad's glamorous New York world, help her to make up her mind.

  Chapter One

  As soon as I stepped out of the office, I spotted the limo parked by the curb. I knew it was Brad, even before he rolled down his window to wave me over.

  I sighed and walked to the car, sliding in when he opened the door.

  "We're going straight to the airport," he said.

  "No," I shook my head, "I should pick up some things from home, first."

  He'd suggested the trip today at breakfast. Afterwards, we'd stopped for five minutes at my apartment; he waited in the car as I fished out my passport, put it in my bag and ran back to the car to get a lift to work. I didn't even have a toothbrush on me.

  "They have shops there, you know," he sounded amused, "You'll get whatever you need from there. We don't have time to make detours right now."

  "Ok." It was just as well, I supposed. I didn't want him to come inside my tiny apartment - it was probably the size of one of his bathrooms. He knew I was broke, but I didn't want to rub it in his face.

  As if he'd heard the niggling doubt in my mind, Brad said, "Your contract will cover all your expenses, of course."

  Yes, the contract. It was going to be called a pre-nup, but we both knew that if we got married it would just be a sham - if we stayed married for a year, Brad would inherit Reinehart Industries outright, and I'd get a cool million dollars as my divorce settlement.

  I felt a bit uneasy about the whole thing. I desperately needed money, I needed to pay off my student debt and the remainder of my mom's medical bills, and the kind of money Brad was offering would allow me to get back to college, get a degree and hopefully get a job I liked.

  However, I really did feel something for Brad. The moment I saw him my stomach had done flips. It wasn't just his sculpted face, gorgeous eyes or chiseled muscles - I felt something in the air between us, a kind of friction that made me want to remove any distance between our bodies. I'm sure Brad felt it too.

  Brad could have any girl he wanted, so I didn't want to get my hopes up about "the two of us", but at the same time I didn't want to destroy the slim chance of something real happening between us by getting into a fake marriage. To add to my inner conflict, I wasn't sure if I could stomach the pretense for an entire year, and if I could tolerate feeling like an expensive hooker.

  I settled back in the plush leather seats as the limo sped forward. Brad was busy reading something on his tablet, and I wondered if I should buy a magazine for the flight.

  "I have to get through some emails," he said, when I looked at him quizzically. "I always fall asleep on flights."

  I nodded like I understood, pulled out my old iPod and closed my eyes as the music washed over me.

  It was a long drive, and by the time the limo pulled up, it was dark outside. I hadn't paid any attention to the route, and now I noticed we hadn't gone to JFK Airport, and had instead arrived at the smaller Teterboro Airport in New Jersey.

  The door opened and Brad helped me out. We sped through security, crossed the small waiting area and were taxied across to our waiting flight.

  It came as a small shock to me when I realized we'd be getting into Brad's private jet, and not a commercial flight. I should've expected this, but in my world, people shared a massive plane and cramped their bodies into tiny seats. Obviously, that was unheard of in Brad's world. I climbed up the narrow stairs, and looked around as the pilot came out to speak with Brad.

  The inside of the jet was decked out like a modern hotel, lit with small overhead lights which gave the sitting area a warm glow. The seats themselves were cream leather, and wide enough for two people to share. There were only a few seats, and I could tell by the distances between them that they reclined completely.

  After we sat down, the pilot disappeared into the cockpit, and the plane began to hum to life. Brad and I sat across the aisle from each other, and we did up our seatbelts as the plane taxied forwards.

  I've always loved air travel, and as the plane finally moved faster and left the ground, I gazed out the window. I was pushed back in my seat at takeoff, but I couldn't take my eyes off the bright lights of the city which made a gorgeous mosaic below us. To me, this was the best thing about flying at night, and even Brad put his tablet away to admire the lights sparkling below.

  The "fasten seatbelts" sign finally switched off as the city was left far away and the plane began to fly smoothly.

  "There's a kitchenette if you're hungry."

  I nodded, and got up from my seat. I was always hungry, and I'd just skipped dinner. Exploring the kitchenette, I poured myself a glass of orange juice and found a sandwich, which I gobbled up. This wasn't as bad as regular flight meals, I thought, as I discovered a plate of brownies. Grabbing one, I headed back to my seat. A few moments later, Brad got up and came back with a sandwich of his own.

  I leaned back, pressing buttons that made the seat recline completely. It was time to sleep, but the plane was getting chilly.

  "There are blankets somewhere here," said Brad as he finished his sandwich and opened an overhead cabin to pull out the woolen blanket.

  I looked up at him as he spread the blanket over me and asked, "You're cold, aren't you?"

  I nodded mutely, as he spread the blanket over me and sat down beside me.

  He stroked the side of my face, his fingers rough and gentle at the same time. I felt my body flushing with heat, and I knew he felt it too. His hands slid under the blanket, and reached the hem of my blouse, which he grabbed and pulled up over my head. The blanket slipped down to reveal my lace bra. He traced the top of the bra, sliding his hands up the straps and slipping them off my shoulders. His teeth grazed my collarbone and his lips began to move downwards, towards the hollow between my breasts.

  I felt him reach around and unclasp the bra. He slid it off me, exposing my naked breasts.

  I lay back in my seat and looked up at him as his mouth met mine, his tongue parting my lips and finding its way in. The kiss started off softly, but soon I was moaning into his mouth, the fire between us building up, as his chest crushed against me, my breasts naked and pressing into his soft shirt. His tongue lashed against mine as I responded with a passion I didn't know I had, skimming my nails down his back and arching myself against him.

  I felt him wrap his arms around my hips as he pulled me to him. We turned together in one fluid m
otion till I was half-sitting on top of him.

  The blanket had slid off, and I felt him undo the zip of my skirt, sliding it off, pulling down the thin panties under it.

  I pulled my mouth away from him and sat up, grasping at his buckle, trying to undo it. His fingers joined mine and the belt was loosened and the button undone. I slid the zip open and lifted my body so that I could slide his pants down.

  Once again, he pushed me back against the seat, and lay on top of me. I felt his erect member straining against the fabric of his boxers, pressing into me as he kissed the side of my neck, travelling up and tracing the shape of my ear with his tongue.

  I hooked my fingers under the band of his boxers, and slid them down, gasping for air as his lips moved down again, finding my nipple and chewing at it gently till I moaned out loud.

  His lips moved to my other breast, and his fingers moved down between my legs, finding my engorged nub and rubbing it in circles, before travelling down to my moist folds and stroking them gently.

  I groaned out loud, begging him for more, and he obliged, sliding two fingers into my wet entrance. I gasped as they stretched me out, filling me up and making me ache for more. As he plunged his fingers in and out, I arched my back, breathing deeply with delight. I felt his fingers move out and he pressed his palms against my thighs, spreading them apart.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist, hoping he would enter me, but he merely looked down at me and grinned.

  I whimpered in dismay, arching my back and wrapping my hands around his neck. He brought his lips down on mine, and I felt the heat travelling through our mouths.

  Finally he lowered his hips, and I groaned with pleasure as I felt him position the tip just on top of my entrance. With a gentle thrust, he pushed his shaft in, and I moaned with delight, clenching my muscles and trying to suck him in.

  As I rotated my hips, Brad pulled out and thrust in again. I felt him enter deeper within me, stretching out my muscles, throbbing inside me. I realized I'd been wanting him all day, and felt the pressure build up quickly as he thrust into me again and again, going deeper each time.

  I can't hold back much longer, I thought, as I lifted my hips up and tried to suck him in deeper. I called out incomprehensibly and felt the sensations flood through my body as the orgasm drove me off the edge. My body shuddered uncontrollably and everything inside me seemed to explode.

  I felt limp when it was all over, and the relief flooded me even as I felt Brad give a few more erratic thrusts before stiffening and groaning out as he came. We stayed wrapped around each other for a few minutes, and then he slid out slowly. His pants were lying on the floor, and he pulled them up and walked over to his seat.

  I looked around for my own clothes, and saw them scattered over the chair behind us. Wrapping the blanket around my naked body, I walked over and picked them up, trying to get dressed quickly. Once I was fully clothed, I moved back to my seat and lay down.

  Pulling the blanket over me and turning to the side, I tried to fall asleep for a bit of rest before we arrived in Paris.

  Chapter Two

  I slept fitfully for a bit, tossing and turning and having strange dreams.

  When I finally felt Brad's hand on my shoulder tugging me awake, the sky was orange outside and the "seatbelts fastened" sign was on. I groggily moved my seat upright, and buckled the belt as I ran my hands through my hair, hoping I didn't look as messy I felt.

  The plane whooshed down, and I saw glimpses of a foggy city before we taxied along the runway again. Once the seatbelts sign was removed, I got up and went to the bathroom hurriedly, splashing water on my face in an attempt to wake myself up and remove the traces of makeup smudged below my eyes.

  It's not going to get much better, I thought, as I looked at my face in the mirror and reapplied some lipstick.

  When we left the airport and got into the waiting limo, I asked Brad what we'd be doing in Paris.

  "I have to meet the designer and go over some new ideas he's got," he replied, "And the CFO of Zenith is here too, to see how feasible the plans are. We've got a few hours' meeting this morning, but after that, we're free to have some fun and see the sights."

  I nodded, and felt a shiver down my spine as I realized I was finally in Paris! I'd dreamed of visiting this city for so long, and while the conditions of my visit were strange, I was determined to enjoy myself.

  The limo pulled up to the Park Hyatt, and as we walked into the lobby, a woman who'd been waiting there stood up and rushed over to give Brad a hug.

  "Lisa, this Alexis," Brad introduced us. I was a bit surprised - this must be Zenith's CFO. I hadn't expected a woman, or one as beautiful as Lisa. She was tall, blonde, and dressed in expensive fabrics. I smiled and allowed her to embrace me.

  "So, are you visiting with Brad?" she asked.

  I nodded, not sure how much of our relationship she knew about.

  Brad seemed a bit gruff as he said, "Well, let's move to the conference room and get this meeting started. Kelvin will join us soon, I'm sure."

  He nodded subtly to a man in uniform, and handed him a small cabin bag and keys, saying, "Presidential suite."

  "I'll see you around lunchtime," Brad said, and I watched as he and Lisa walked away.

  "Madame, follow me, sil vous plais," said the uniformed man in a thick French accent, and I walked dutifully with him to the elevator.

  When we finally got to the suite, I was stunned. This was nothing like I'd expected. Once the man bowed and left the room, I wasted no time in exploring the place.

  Downstairs, everything was in subtle shades of grey and beige with bronze accents. There was a small marble foyer, and a sitting area featuring a grand piano, flat screen TV's, bronze sculptures and a gorgeous picture done in Impressionist style.

  I glanced at the large dining area and ran up the winding staircase to the upper floor, and admired the bedroom. While the sitting area below was decorated in light shades, the bedroom was dark and featured mahogany furniture and deep wood paneling. Crystal light fixtures added the perfect balance of glamour to this mysterious room.

  Next, I discovered the steam room, which was plated in gold mosaic. There was an area next to it laid out for massages, and there was a fitness area with weights, elliptical, exercise bike and treadmill. I almost squealed out loud when I finally saw the in-room Jacuzzi, and wasted no time in stripping off my clothes and filling up the tub.

  I rummaged through the bag of toiletries that had been provided, and tipped in some Epsom salts. I found some make-up remover in the toiletries' bag and used it to take off the day's makeup before I sank into the tub. When I switched on the spa, the water bubbled and frothed gently, and hot water streamed in as I relaxed in the bubbling massage.

  I enjoyed the hot water buffeting my tired limbs until I noticed my hands were starting to prune. With a tinge of regret, I stepped out and slipped into a fluffy white bathrobe.

  Light was streaming into the apartment and my stomach reminded me that I'd skipped breakfast, so I found myself back downstairs, where I switched on the espresso machine and made myself a frothy cappuccino.

  There was a selection of pastries laid out on a plate in the dining area, and I selected a blueberry Danish to enjoy with my coffee. It was fluffy and soft, the perfect combination of sweetness and subtle cream.

  As soon as I finished my food, I went back up to the bedroom. I wanted to explore the place, but I found myself slipping under the covers of the bed. I'd slept fitfully on the plane, but my body was craving proper sleep and the mattress was too comfy to resist - it wasn't long before I found myself drifting off to sleep.

  Once again, the next thing I felt was Brad's hand on my shoulder, shaking me gently. I opened my eyes dreamily. The bedroom drapes were still closed and the room was dark.

  "Are you feeling ok?" There was a note of worry in Brad's voice and I felt myself melting at his concern.

  "Mmm… just sleepy," I murmured, stroking my hand up his shirt.

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bsp; Brad smiled down at me as I undid the buttons on his shirt.

  I felt sparks fly against my fingers where they touched his skin, and finally the shirt gaped open and he slid out of it, his chest broad and muscular. I traced my hand along his abs, pressing my fingertips down against the hard muscles.

  Brad slid under the covers to join me, wrenching them up from one side of the bed so that he could crouch under them as he undid the belt on my bathrobe. I gasped as he slid it open, the soft folds of the robe lying open against my sides, my breasts naked and pointing upwards in expectation.

  His hands were on the sides of my breasts, pushing them up towards the centre, my nipples erect as he ran his thumbs over them. He dipped his head down to bite one quickly as I cried out, and he chuckled and kissed my stomach, moving down slowly and parting the robe before his mouth.

  His hands travelled down my body slowly and my fingernails scraped his arms as his mouth moved downwards towards my mound. He grazed his mouth over it, chewing gently with his lips, flicking his tongue along it as I moaned and begged him to go lower.

  Suddenly he pulled back the covers entirely, and I gasped as the cold air hit my naked body.

  Brad moved to the end of the bed and traced his fingers along the arch of my foot. I shivered in delight as he took my big toe into his mouth and sucked gently, before moving on to my other toes and repeating the process.

  Once he'd paid attention to all my toes, he moved to my other foot, running his tongue along the arch, murmuring something softly. I felt him suck each of my toes, the sensations travelling all the way up my legs and mingling inside me.

  My stomach tightened as I felt him turning my legs and slowly moving his mouth up the side of my calves, nibbling gently as he moved past my knees, spreading my thighs wider apart. I groaned as he slowly licked all the way up my thighs, up to the apex, just to the side of my drenched entrance.

  I whimpered in annoyance as he moved to my other leg instead of kissing my opening, and I felt the pressure and anticipation build up inside me as his tongue slowly travelled upwards along my thigh, finally reaching the other side of my entrance.