Obsession: (Billionaire Venture Capitalist #5) A Billionaire Russian Mob Romance

by Ainsley St Claire

  She’s remarkable.

  She pulls the covers back and nestles herself between my legs, stroking my cock before she pauses and says appreciatively, “It’s so big.”

  Putting it deep in her mouth, she sucks up and down while looking right at me, her tongue flattening so she can take more of my length deep into her throat. When she pulls up, she flicks at the tip. What an incredible sensation. At the same time, one of her hands cups my balls and plays with them while the other holds my cock steady at the base as she works it in and out of her delicate mouth. Fire spreads through my veins—pure, hot, unadulterated lust.

  God help me, I want her.

  I grunt as she pumps my hard cock in and out of her mouth, keeping her tongue flat against it, her lips tight. I moan loudly one last time, stilling completely for a moment before exploding down her throat. Making an appreciative noise around my pulsing erection, she eagerly drinks every drop of the liquid she spurred from me.

  I notice for the first time that she’s pulled her negligee off her breasts; while sucking me off, she’d begun playing with her nipples. Her hands move down to her sensitive parts, and I can hear the slick sounds of her playing with herself.

  “You sound like you need me,” I tell her in a husky tone, turning her so my fingers can delve into her soaking wet pussy. “I love the way you look right now.”

  My thumb finds her clit, and she pushes herself onto me. “More,” she commands.

  “Greedy girl,” I admonish.

  She nods as she closes her eyes. “Very greedy.”

  “You want my cock?” I ask hoarsely. “Tell me.”

  “Yes. I want it so badly right now.”

  That’s my cue to devour her pussy. She nearly hits the ceiling as I stroke my tongue over her slit. I move lower between her legs, and her eyes pop open just in time to see my head squarely between her thighs.

  Seeing her so needy and vulnerable is such an erotic sight that the knot in my stomach tightens and my previously flaccid cock is ready to go again. I trail light, sensual, openmouthed kisses along her ear and down the length of her neck; she tastes like heaven. This woman does something unexplainable to me, stirring emotions deep within, emotions no woman has ever brought out in me before.

  She starts moaning as she arches back, exposing more skin and allowing me room to further my assault. The moment she murmurs, “Don’t stop,” blood rushes to my cock. “That feels so good,” she tells me.

  “Does it now?” My whisper comes out thick and rugged. “I missed you yesterday.” She shivers as I lightly caress the area just above her pubic bone. “You’re so damn beautiful. You want more?”

  She moans again in agreement, turning her head toward me.

  Needing more, I growl out my approval. “Oh, baby, I need to feel you on the inside.” She moans, giving me her consent as she pushes her hips against my fingers. “Spread your legs for me.”

  She immediately complies, and my hard cock throbs as I easily slip two fingers between her drenched lips. I’m climbing out of my skin, hot with need. As she glides her tongue over mine, I take some of her sweet juices, spread the wetness over her clit with my fingertips, and begin rubbing in firm, slow circles.

  Her lips break away from mine, her husky whisper barely audible. “Oh… oh God, that feels so good.” Her breath hitches and her hips buck against my fingers as I stroke her G-spot. “Oh my God! Please… don’t stop!” She’s so drunk on desire that it’s making me dizzy.

  “Come for me, Cynthia. I want to watch you come.”

  My cock is aching. I know she’s close, but I’ve got to have her.

  Fuck all that’s rational. I’ve been dying to feel the warmth of her depths. I want to feel her pussy hold on to me, my cock making her reach her orgasm, not my fingers.

  Chapter TWENTY-EIGHT

  Cynthia

  I’m a little sore this morning. I’ve missed Todd despite his sleeping next to me, and he’s been treating me like a piece of fragile glass that could break at any second. I needed to show him that I don’t break that easily, and I think he got the message. At least I hope so.

  This morning, the office is buzzing over the excitement of Pineapple Technologies going public. Mason is with the founder in New York, and we watch the television feed as they ring the opening bell to begin trading on Wall Street. Within twenty minutes, the stock goes from an opening price of $12 a share to over $50. We expect they’ll close the day at well over $150 a share. Dillon mentioned that we owned over a million shares and would be selling off half today, most of those back to the company and the other on the open market.

  It’s a good day. The company philosophy is to celebrate when a company goes public, but only for the day; then we focus on the next deal. We have a sale of one of the clients I brought over from BrightStar, and that makes me nervous given all that’s been going on as of late.

  I text Todd.

  Me: Hey. Thinking about you and this morning. You’re without a doubt amazing.

  Todd quickly texts me back.

  Todd: So are you. That was quite the wake-up call. You have no idea how hard it was to come into the office this morning.

  Me: For me too. I’m hoping we can pick up where we left off later tonight.

  Todd: Sounds good.

  Me: Don’t be late this time.

  Todd: I’ll be early. Miss you.

  Emerson peeks her head into the office. “You have quite the goofy smile on your face. Are you excited about Pineapple going public or DroneOn’s purchase by the government contractor?”

  I certainly can’t tell her the real reason I’m all silly-looking, so I go with “Oh, with all the craziness in my life, it’s just great to see everyone so happy.”

  “Are you headed up to Stinson this weekend?”

  “If Trey and Sara are good with it. Otherwise, I’d like to have everyone over to Todd’s place.”

  “Would you prefer staying in town or heading up to the beach?”

  “I’d love the beach. I’m so grateful that Trey and Sara allow us to get away, but I never assume to invite myself over. We’d really feel like caged animals in Todd’s place if we were stuck in the city these days.”

  “Sara was talking about you going this weekend. If that were to happen, would you be up for visitors?” she asks. “Sara and Trey have had some great parties there for a decent group of us. It could be fun, and a nice change of scenery.”

  “I’d love that, but we’re guests. I don’t feel comfortable inviting everyone over.”

  “Sara and I talked about it, but she wasn’t sure you’d feel comfortable with everyone coming with you for your weekend away.”

  “It’s her place. I’m fine with whomever she wants to invite over.”

  “It’s off-season, and Sara and Trey know the neighbors. Maybe we can rent the beach houses on either side for everyone since we’ve grown as a group.”

  I grin. “I love being friends with a party planner.”

  “Leave it all to me, and we’ll have a nice group of friends there.”

  “Do you think they’d mind if a few of Todd’s coworkers come too? I’ve met three couples who would blend nicely with us.”

  “I think that’s a great idea. We’d need both of the houses, and I’ll work with Jim to get it all figured out since I know you’re slammed with next week’s closing. Speaking of which, how’s it going?”

  “Not bad at all. I’m nervous, given the original funder was Dimitri Kuznetsov, and we’ll have to deal with him since he owns about 20 percent of the company. We inherited him when they came over from BrightStar. Mason has worked things out with Jim so I won’t be around when Dimitri’s here, and the FBI’s involved. I feel really bad about this, but we feel confident that they haven’t seen any proprietary documents that could be harmful to the US government.”

  “That will play prominently in our meeting on Sunday. If everyone can come, we can just meet Sunday in Stinson.”

  “Oh, that would be fabulous. Let
me know.”

  As Emerson heads off in the direction of the kitchen, I pick up the phone and call Sara’s office. She picks up on the first ring. “Hello.”

  “Hi. Emerson popped into my office and shared that she was thinking about throwing a party up at your place in Stinson. Please know that if you find it too much of an imposition, or for any reason you prefer we not get a group of people together, I understand. I already feel like we’re taking advantage of your generosity.”

  Sara laughs. “First, the beach house isn’t that spectacular of a getaway. Second, it’s the perfect place to get away when we have the paparazzi following us, as in our case, or a Russian oligarch sending people out to scare and possibly hurt you. It’s easily protected, and anyone who’s coming can be seen long before they arrive.”

  “We thought we might reach out to the neighbors on both sides and ask if it would be okay if we rented their weekend homes. That way everyone can come up and stay. It would only work if they weren’t planning on coming up for the weekend but it is off season and typically quiet. What do you think?”

  “I’ll have Trey call them both, and we can rent the one on the inlet side across the street for Jim’s team and the FBI.”

  “Wow, that’s a lot. Are you sure?” I ask, not wanting to cause waves or create any problems with their neighbors.

  “Without a doubt. We’re due for a company getaway, and Pineapple Technologies is our hundredth company going public, so we should celebrate that.”

  We hang up, and I go in search of Emerson. She’s in the kitchen talking to Jim and motions me over when she sees me. “Jim is confident he can make it all happen.”

  I smile at him. “I just spoke to Sara, and she believes she can get the house across the street on the inlet side for you guys and the FBI.”

  Jim nods. “That would be ideal. And you’re thinking about the three couples Todd had over to his place a few weeks ago, right?”

  “Yes. I don’t know if they’d come, but we can invite them if it would be okay.”

  “We’ve vetted them, so that isn’t a problem. If we invite anyone outside of SHN or Todd’s company, we’ll need to check them out first.”

  “If Christopher and CeCe bring dates, then we’ll have two people who may need to be vetted,” Emerson shares.

  Jim nods. “From my count, that makes twenty-four people. Very doable in Stinson.”

  We watch Jim wander away, and then Emerson gives me a big hug. “Thank you for allowing us to overtake your weekend. I think we need this. We were a group of nine the last time we did this. It was a blast, but this will be a blowout.”

  “You’re too much.”

  She winks at me. “I may be exaggerating, but it’ll be fun regardless.”

  “I’ll wait for Trey to find out if he can get the other three places. Once we know, I’ll tell Todd, and he can invite his friends.”

  “Well… we may have been working on this a little longer than I indicated.”

  I stop in my tracks and turn to face her with a big grin. “What does that mean?”

  “All three houses are set, catering’s ordered, and the team will know about it once I hit Send on an invite in my e-mail. I don’t have the names of Todd’s friends, but the more the merrier.”

  “Y’all are too much!”

  “We were prepared for you to say no, and if you did, we would’ve canceled everything.” She hugs me. “This will be fun, but also relaxing with twenty-three of your closest friends—not including the security and FBI teams.”

  “I feel like I got invited to sit at the cool kids’ table in high school.”

  When I get back to my office, I send a text to Todd.

  Me: Sorry to bother you again.

  Todd: You’re not bothering me. Your timing’s perfect. I was just thinking about your delicious pussy.

  Me: You’re naughty. Actually, the team here was looking to have a party at the house in Stinson this weekend. Do you mind if they do that?

  Todd: Sounds good to me. Who’ll be there?

  Me: Well, funny you should ask. It’ll be all the partners and their SOs, but also I was thinking your friends too—Thomas and Elizabeth and the other two couples. What do you think?

  Todd: Love it. Thomas and Elizabeth may not be engaged yet, so don’t say anything just in case. But I’m happy to ask them.

  Me: We’re renting the beach houses on each side and will put Jim, his team, and the FBI across the street on the inlet side. They can come up Saturday and leave Sunday. Do you think they’d be good with that?

  Todd: Uhhh… if they aren’t, then they can’t be my friends anymore.

  Me: I’m going to make you a very happy man tonight. Maybe you should get a quick prescription for Viagra.

  Todd: You’re my Viagra. I’ll be more than ready. See you at 5:30 p.m.

  Me: I’m wet already.

  Todd: You’re killing me. I have a hard-on already.

  The stock market closes with Pineapple Technologies at over $200 a share. Much higher than we expected. The office is quiet after the market closes on the East Coast, and many call it a day early. It’ll start all over tomorrow with DroneOn, and it’s been several long days leading up to this point.

  I decide I can’t get much done myself and notify Jim’s team that I’ll be ready to go shortly. As I pack up, I think about the party this weekend in Stinson. I need a nice diversion to everything going on.

  My email pings with a new message from Greer.

  To: All Partners

  Cc: Charles Arnault, CeCe Arnault, Trey Arnault

  From: Greer Ford

  Subject: Pineapple Technologies

  Our hackers have hit again. Just after the closing bell rang on Wall Street, the internet was flooded with all the proprietary information, their patents, client lists, and thousands of emails from Pineapple Technologies. We don’t know what this means yet, but the technology press is predicting that it’s going to tank the stock tomorrow, and given who their clients are, this may tank them. Do we need a quick meeting?

  To: All Partners

  Cc: Charles Arnault, CeCe Arnault, Trey Arnault

  From: Mason Sullivan

  Subject: RE: Pineapple Technologies

  If you don’t mind, can we move this to our internal messaging since I’m on a plane and that’s easier?

  I quickly text Jim and ask him to hold off on sending his team to escort me home, explaining that something has come up and I won’t be getting out as early as I had hoped.

  A chat box on my computer opens up, messages coming fast and furious from all the partners.

  Mason: Greer, where did you hear this?

  Dillon: Holy fuck! Now what?

  Cameron: How the fuck did this happen?

  Emerson: I’m here now, and they don’t know anything. Could it be a hoax?

  Greer: I was given a link by the reporter who was sent all the information from the Wall Street Journal. I’ll send it out to you.

  Christopher: I just got a call from the SVBJ.

  Greer: Christopher, refer all press calls to me.

  Christopher: Already done.

  Cameron: I still don’t understand how this could’ve happened. They had cutting-edge encryption.

  Dillon: It’s hitting the financial wires. This is going to be catastrophic to them.

  Mason: Selfishly I can say that we did sell off 25% today and made back our investment, so it won’t tank us, but it’ll mean there’s no cherry on the sundae this time.

  Sara: This was an inside job. Someone got to someone big at Pineapple.

  Cynthia: Dillon, do you see anything out of the ordinary in today’s trading?

  Dillon: I’m thinking, but not coming up with anything.

  Mason: I’ll circle with Jim on this.

  Cameron: I’m behind their firewall, and at first glance, this didn’t happen from the outside. Who do we call at the FBI?

  Cynthia: I have two contacts as a place to start.

  Mason: Jim te
lls me he’ll work this for us with the FBI and Cameron.

  Mason: This is truly a dark day for us, but we need to be optimistic. We won’t be affected by the loss as bad as we could’ve been. Closing so high really helped us. Meanwhile, we did a fantastic job getting Pineapple prepared to go public. This is still a win for us, and we’ll celebrate that this weekend.

  Leave it to Mason to rally the troops. He’s a pure genius, and a great leader for our group.

  I text my team and let them know I’m ready to head home. It’s after six when I’m escorted to the garage. Once we emerge, I’m able to text Todd.

  Me: Just leaving the office now. Sorry I’m late.

  Todd: I saw the news. I get it. See you in a few.

  When we arrive, the team escorts me from the building’s garage up to Todd’s floor. He opens the door in a pair of workout shorts and no shirt, a can of whipped cream in one hand and chocolate sauce in the other. “I’ve ordered Greek food for dinner and thought I’d have you for dessert.”

  Shutting the door behind me, I step in and kiss him hard and feral, our tongues dancing an aggressive tango. I hear him drop the whipped cream and chocolate sauce as his erection pushes into my belly.

  “Dinner will be here any moment,” he mutters against my lips.

  I pull back and nod. “We have all night.”

  He walks to the bedroom and I follow, watching his sculpted back as he moves. I want to kiss and touch every inch of his deliciousness, but the buzzer rings, indicating dinner has arrived. As he pulls a T-shirt over his head and walks to the front door, he says, “Feel free to get casual.”

  I nod. I could go for yoga pants and a UT T-shirt, but instead I rummage through my negligees, finding a dark blue one that may be a little tight across my tits and a matching thong.

  Peeking into the dining room, I see him unpacking dinner. “Are you by yourself?”

  He turns to look at me and almost drops the food he’s holding. “Yes.”

  “Well, you did say to get more comfortable.”