Sleeping With The Billionaire - A Standalone Royal Alpha Billionaire Prince Romance (New York City Billionaires - Book #2)

by Alexa Davis

  “Come over here,” I commanded, patting the sheets beside me. “This bed is too big for just me.”

  She slid the camera up over her head and delicately put it on the floor. I felt like she was moving too slowly, like she was trying to taunt me into submission, and I was just about ready to hand everything over to her. She just had this way that made me desperate and needy for her.

  As she climbed over the sheets, my heart thundered noisily in my chest. My brain was swimming, all I wanted to do was grab hold of her, but I was resisting. I really did want this to be on Blair’s terms. For as long as I could control myself, at least.

  “You’re beautiful,” I murmured as she hovered over me, smiling in that very pretty way of hers. “I really am a lucky bastard.”

  “You have no idea.”

  “And that camisole you have on... wow. You have no idea what that’s doing to me.”

  She glanced down, spotting my throbbing erection and smirked as a reply. She could see exactly what she was doing to me, and judging by the expression on her face, she liked it a whole lot. It heated me up to know how much she wanted me, to know what my body did to her.

  “Well, we’re about to find out, aren’t we?”

  As her lips connected with mine, I couldn’t control my hands any longer. They reached out and grabbed her, holding onto her hips to keep her above me. I didn’t want her to go now, I needed her, my body was screaming out for her. It hadn’t been that long, but it felt like it had been forever since I last got to touch her, which was an absolute travesty.

  “Oh, God, Blair, you are driving me wild.”

  And with that, her lips started moving down my body, getting ever closer to where I was aching for her. I didn’t know how to react. I stiffened up and relaxed all at once. I already knew that this was going to be incredible, and she hadn’t even touched me yet...

  Chapter 22 - Blair – Saturday

  As I trailed my lips down over Marcus’ gorgeous body, a hot anticipation coursed right through me. I got the camera out as a bit of a joke, a way to make this more fun, but seeing Marcus naked through the lens awoke a deep passion within me. I’d been wanting him all night long – for days, actually – but now I was animalistic and crazy. I wanted him in every part of my body.

  I lightly ran my fingers up and down his length, enjoying the way his entire body shuddered as I did. He was so sexy, so utterly desirable, and this brand-new exploration of his body made my heart hammer faster. Eventually, I wanted more, so I curled my hand right around him.

  “Oh, fuck,” he spat out, throwing his head back in ecstasy. “Oh, my God, Blair.”

  That spurred me on to glide my hand up and down his shaft, eventually settling in to a rhythm that really made his breaths ragged and labored. He was gasping breathlessly, fisting the sheets beneath him, and I needed more of that from him. Marcus was so strong, so powerful, so in control. All I wanted was for him to utterly crumble and fall apart.

  The friction was driving him to the point of insanity, and I discretely moved my head downward until I was positioned right over his thighs, my mouth close enough to him that my breath was tickling my fingers.

  I inhaled deeply, loving the sweet, salty smell that filled my nostrils. Marcus was intoxicating; my mouth was watering for a taste, but I wanted him to know exactly what I was doing first.

  I moved my hand downward, giving me enough space to press my lips gently up against him. Marcus arched his back, cried out, and fell back against the sheets with a thud. His legs tensed up, and his whole body shivered – he needed this just as much as I did. I watched in awe as his eyes flickered open to meet mine... and then I made my move.

  I parted my lips, slid his cock between them, and wrapped my mouth all around him.

  “Fuck!” A guttural, animalistic groan burst free from his chest as he lost all control.

  I moved my wet mouth all over him, consuming him, and soon I could feel him hitting the back of my throat. My body ached so desperately for him that it opened up so I could taste almost every damn inch of him.

  And that felt good.

  I didn’t take my eyes off Marcus the entire time I slid my head up and down, so I could see the second his eyes glazed over, his jaw fell slack, his cheeks tensed and fully relaxed. I’d brought him close to the knife’s edge of desire, and if I didn’t stop now, I’d get a real intense taste of him.

  I wanted that – God damn, I wanted that – but my core was pulsating for him, needing to feel him driving deep inside of me. My body was so excited in anticipation that I could already imagine each and every thrust, and since I already knew how good it’d feel, I had to have that again.

  Marcus whimpered desperately when I pulled my mouth away. Then I reached over to the nightstand and waved a condom his way. He barely moved his head as a nod, so I ripped it open, took his now wet cock between my fingers, and rolled the latex over him.

  Marcus could barely move, so absolutely spent by what I’d done to him. It made it that much easier for me to angle myself over him. I hovered above him for a moment, using him to tease my entrance, but in the end, it was me who caved. I just couldn’t stand it any longer. I slid down over him, angling him inside me in a phenomenal way, and I gasped with sheer pleasure.

  Fuck me, this feels incredible. This was why I’d forced my mouth to stop, because I needed to feel this.

  “You look incredible in that thing,” Marcus panted. “But... But...”

  I moved my hands off his chest, ready to shed the offending item, but before I got the chance to do so, he sat up, pushing himself further into me, and literally ripped it from my body as if was made from paper.

  “That’s much better.”

  His arms snaked around my back. I could feel his nails digging into me, which caused my head to loll to one side as I rode him. Marcus ran his lips over my neck, I felt him kissing my cheeks, my earlobes, and my collarbone. One of his hands reached around to tug my nipples, to give me that sharp, shocking blast of pain that I loved so much. He was everywhere, and it still didn’t feel like enough. I wanted every part of him to be mine, but I didn’t quite know how to make that happen.

  “Oh, fuck, Blair.”

  Every word that fell past Marcus’ lips struck electricity into my heart. It was as if his voice box was as powerful at turning me on as his body. I rolled over him, feeling him brushing against places I didn’t even know that I had. My heart was hammering painfully, so vigorously I feared it might burst free from my chest. I was shaking, shuddering, buckling. The pressure was building, climbing higher and higher, creeping through my veins.

  And then it shattered over me in a tsunami of unstoppable pleasure. The hot bliss filled my chest, cascaded over my stomach, and shook through my limbs. My brain swam. I could barely feel my body anymore. I was flying higher than air.

  And it was all because of Marcus – the strong man clinging on to me, holding me close at my most vulnerable moment.

  “Oh, shit...”

  Before I could say too much more, Marcus crashed his lips into mine and kissed me with all the passion in the world. I could feel his desperation, his neediness, and as a rush of bliss exploded from him and his mouth became slack, I felt a real, deep connection. There was a bond between us, something that ran deeper than the sort of thing that could be vocalized, and I’d never experienced that before. It made me want to cling to the moment forever. I never wanted what we had to end.

  Knock, knock.

  “Shit, that must be food.”

  I collapsed onto the sheets, giggling like a madwoman while Marcus scrabbled around, trying to throw some clothes on. He was chuckling, too, but in a bit of a fearful way as if he was about to be discovered in the middle of something he wasn’t supposed to be doing.

  As he raced from the room to get whatever food he’d ordered, it reminded me of all the issues stacked against us. We were doing something wrong – we were sneaking around behind the backs of the closest people in our lives. That look of f
ear on his face was probably right.

  But I didn’t want it to be that way anymore.

  I flopped my head backward and did my best to picture Cameron’s face as we told him the truth. Maybe Dad was right, and it wasn’t really his business. Maybe he’d even be happy for us both to find someone we cared about. Yes, he had the tendency to be selfish from time to time, but he wasn’t a terrible person, not really.

  And Maddie... Well, she had someone else now. If I explained to her that it wasn’t just a fling, that it was real, then she’d understand... right?

  “I hope pizza is okay,” Marcus smirked, totally unaware of my inner turmoil as he shoved my bedroom door back open. “I hope you like pepperoni.”

  “Yeah, I do.”

  Marcus seemed to sense I was distracted because he quickly discarded the boxes and gave me a very concerned look. Even screwed up like that, his face was stunning, and all I wanted to do was run my fingers all over him. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

  It was starting to look like I would freak out after every time we had sex, which wasn’t good. I didn’t want things to take a bad turn before they had even had a chance to begin.

  “Oh, yeah... Actually, I was just thinking that maybe it’s time to go public.” I propped up onto my elbow and gave him a curious look. “What do you think?”

  “Hmm...” He sat down, pausing thoughtfully. I couldn’t help feeling a little hurt that he wasn’t jumping on the idea like I was. “Do you really think that’s wise? Isn’t Cam known for... overreacting?”

  “What do you mean?”

  Deep down, I knew there had been times when I did something small, such as borrow his phone and drop it, smashing the screen, which caused him to blow up like a madman. But this wasn’t a possession. It was different, wasn’t it?

  “Okay, as an example, one of his old school friends got with his ex and they had a huge fight in a bar.”

  I hadn’t known that, and I could clearly see how that was relevant. If he couldn’t forgive that, then how could he forgive this?

  “Okay, but we can’t do this in private forever.” If we weren’t ever going to tell anyone then we needed to end this now before my feelings got too deeply involved. I didn’t want to end up in love, just to get my heart broken. I didn’t want this thing with Marcus to end, but if it could only ever be this then there wasn’t any point in pursuing it. “What are we going to do?”

  “I think if we just ease Cam into it gently, it’ll be okay. He isn’t unreasonable – he just flies off the handle about things. You know how he is. We’ll find a way.”

  As he threw his arm around me, I nodded slowly, trying to see it from his point of view. Maybe it was better not to get carried away; maybe it would be easier to ease Cam and Maddie in. I was just eager to claim Marcus as my own, and I felt like going public was the next step toward that.

  “Okay, now hand me some food. I’m starving.” I smiled brightly, doing my best to push my feelings to one side for now. “I love pizza.”

  I chewed my food, occasionally glancing at the man I was falling for out the side of my eye as I did. I never usually dove into relationships with both feet, this was the opposite of the cautious way I preferred to behave, but there was something about Marcus that made me happy to act out of character.

  He was different, he made me feel special, and I adored that about him. I craved that and wanted more. I liked it when he needed me.

  At least for now, he was here. He seemed willing to go through all the trials that faced us, just as much as I was. After my behavior last time we slept together, I wouldn’t have blamed him if he ran, especially as he didn’t seem to do commitment. But he hadn’t. He was still here, eating pizza with me.

  “Are you staying the night?” I asked without really thinking. “I mean, you can if you want to?” I didn’t want to push him or seem too needy. I assumed we were on the same page, but that wasn’t a guarantee.

  “You aren’t kicking me out of this bed, I can promise you that much.” He laughed loudly. “I’m far too comfortable. I like it here.”

  Well, if that didn’t mean something, then I had no idea what did.

  Chapter 23 – Marcus – Sunday

  “Fuck, Marcus, wake up!”

  “Huh?” I blinked my eyes, trying to work out what the hell was going on. One moment I was riding through the lush, green Yorkshire Dales on my favorite horse, Sapphire, the next the bones were rattling in my body I was being shaken so hard. What the hell had I missed in the middle? “What’s going on?”

  Blair’s face finally came into view, and from the panic-stricken look she was giving me, something was happening. “Marcus, wake up, this is bad. It’s really bad.”

  “What’s going on?” I forced myself into a sitting position and tried to work out how I could calm her mood down, but without more information, there was only so much I could do. “What’s happening?”

  “It’s Cameron – he’s here, he’s knocking and shouting at the door. You need to hide.”

  That got to me. I finally understood the importance of Blair’s worry. I bolted to my feet and glanced everywhere. “Where? What should I do?”

  “Fuck, it’s just so lucky that he doesn’t have his key with him.” Blair wasn’t yet focused on a solution; she was still stuck on the problem as she yanked clothes up over her body, covering as much skin as possible. There was a chance that she was going overboard in her attempt to look innocent. Still, she was right. “Or we’d be dead meat by now.”

  “Where?” I grabbed hold of her shoulders and stared deeply into her eyes. I needed her to snap out of this panic, I desperately needed her help. “Where do I hide?”

  “Under the bed.”

  And with that, she was gone.

  I didn’t think Cameron was likely to go into his sister’s bedroom, but I grabbed hold of my clothes as I went. We’d only just decided that we were going to try and ease Cameron in to the idea of us, I knew it would take him a while, and I certainly didn’t thing this would be a good introduction. I could still remember when he kicked his old friend’s ass, and his crime wasn’t nearly as bad as mine. I would probably end up dead.

  It was cramped under the bed, but I could cope for a moment. It was better than facing the other option, anyway. I had my knees tucked up, my elbows at odd angles, but I could make it work. Even more so when the muffled voices became clearer, reminding me that I was betraying my one true friend.

  “What’s going on, Cam? Are you all right?”

  “Yeah, I’ve just come to remind you about Dad’s birthday dinner tonight.” There was nothing that made me suspicious about Cameron’s tone. He wasn’t the best at hiding his emotions, so I could safely assume that he didn’t yet know anything. “You didn’t forget, did you?”

  “No, of course not.” After a long pause, Blair revealed a bit more of the truth. “I’ll run out and get his gift today.”

  “Right, cool... Can you get one from me, too? You know how bad I am at buying people stuff.”

  “I do, you always make me buy my own gifts.”

  They became a little more challenging to hear, which meant they’d moved away from the bedroom door, allowing me to let out a relieved breath. I’d always been a bit of a player, I’d always slept about, but I hadn’t ever been deceitful before. I didn’t care for how it felt.

  Blair was right, we did need to find a way to make this public. This was the best thing that had ever happened to me, and I hated that the world couldn’t know. I should have been screaming it from the rooftops, declaring it left, right, and center. I certainly shouldn’t have been hiding under her damn bed, naked and afraid of being caught. This was ridiculous.

  After what felt like forever, Blair’s head popped down to greet me. “Okay, you can come out now. God, I’m sorry, that looks really uncomfortable.”

  “Yep,” I groaned, stretching out my aching limbs as I was finally freed from my prison. “It’s not the most fun I’ve ever had.”

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sp; She rubbed my back, then tactfully stepped away to allow me the dignity of finally getting dressed. As I tugged the material over my body, I sighed deeply, deciding to tackle the subject now while it was still so fresh.

  “So, I think you might be right. I think we do need to get this out in the open a little sooner than I suggested.”

  “Yeah, I know what you mean. This is nuts, right? We’re creeping around like a couple of crazy school kids.” I joined her where she sat on the edge of the bed, trying to let her know that we were in this together, that she didn’t have to face any of the fallout alone. “But I’ll do it. I’ll speak to Cameron tonight.”

  “No, I should...”

  “He might hit you, but he won’t lash out at me. I’m used to his temper. I can calm him down before he even comes near you.”

  “I don’t feel right about this.” I shook my head decisively. “I should be there, too.”

  “This is how we’re doing it.” She touched my arm and smiled up at me. “Okay?”

  “Okay, fine. Whatever you want.”

  I didn’t have to like it to go along with it. Cameron was going to come at me whatever way we did it. Maybe with a buffer and a bit of time, I could avoid at least some of that.

  “So, would you like something to eat? To make up for your troubles?”

  I followed Blair into her kitchen, a smile forming on my lips. She was a hassle and there was no denying that I’d chosen a difficult girl to like, but she was still worth it. Of all the women in New York City – in the world – there was no one else I’d rather spend time with.

  As she turned the stove on and shoved some bacon into a pan, I couldn’t sit still and keep out of her way. Even in her sweatpants and oversized t-shirt I found her utterly irresistible, so without a second’s hesitation, I slid across the floor and wrapped my hands around her waist to bury my face into her hair.