Billionaire With Benefits: Make Her Mine-Book 2

by Winter, Alexis

  Her eyes fall from mine for a second before coming right back. “You’re right.” She leans forward and presses her mouth to mine. Finally, with her lips on mine for the first time today, I feel like I can breathe. Air rushes into my lungs as a tingle takes over my body. I live in this kiss, wanting it to last forever.

  All too soon, she pulls away. “I’ll see you at the gym tonight, Bennet.”

  I can’t say anything. All I can do is watch her go while talking myself out of pulling her back.

  7

  Maddie

  Seeing his hard chest that has sweat dripping over every muscle is my kryptonite. It does me in, pushes me over the edge. Seals my fate. Whatever happens between us, it’s going to stay in this moment. I’m no longer going to deny myself something I so desperately want.

  When I’m down on my knees in front of him, I can’t help but to open my eyes and look up his hard body. I see nothing but waves of muscles as he lets his head fall back against the wall, his jaw tensed and Adam’s apple bobbing. When I push him far back in my throat, he lets out this moan that tells me I’m doing everything exactly right.

  He places his hand on my jaw, gently urging me backward. I look up at him, and his green eyes burn. Without missing a beat, he picks me up against him and presses my back against the wall. Our mouths meet as he uses his hand to guide himself into me. The second he’s inside, I suck in a deep breath. I feel whole having him there.

  I’ve heard people talk about finding the one, and I always thought they were full of shit. I never felt like I was missing something. I’ve always felt whole on my own. But the minute he claims me, whole has a whole new meaning. Now, I’m whole, with him inside me.

  He moans against my lips as he slides himself in and out of me. His fingertips dig into my hips, and it feels amazing despite the slight twinge of pain. It all mixes together perfectly.

  Everything feels right: his hands, his mouth against mine, the way he’s moving in and out of me—it all feels too good. My muscles tighten around him, and my head falls back, breaking our kiss. “Bennet,” I call out, causing him to thrust deeper, harder.

  As my release breaks and washes over me, his breathing speeds up. His body becomes hard, and his thrusts become more rapid and not as precise. Just as I begin floating down from my high, he removes himself from me and empties himself on to the shower floor. His head falls forward, resting against my shoulder as his breathing and heart rate calm.

  Slowly, he places me on my feet, and we remove ourselves from one another. Neither of us talks as we gather our clothes and pull them back on. I wring my hair out over my shoulder and then toss the long mess behind me. I use the rubber band on my wrist to tie it back. I glance at myself in the mirror and see my mascara is running down my cheeks. I look like a drowned rat. I shake my head and wipe away the black from under my eyes.

  When I have my clothes back on, even though they’re wet, I pick up my shoes and hold them to my chest. “I guess I better get going,” I say, motioning toward the door.

  “Let me give you a ride,” he says, grabbing his bag from his locker.

  I look back toward the door, trying to come up with an excuse to just get out. “Thanks, but I’ll just walk like I usually do.”

  He grabs my hand and stops me from walking out. “Maddie, you’re soaking wet. You’re going to freeze out there. Let me take you home.”

  My eyes fall to the floor, and I let out a deep breath. I offer up a small smile and nod. “Okay,” I agree.

  We walk back into the boxing room, and I grab my bag that I left on the floor. Then, he leads me out into the main gym and to the doors. He unlocks the glass doors and pushes them open. I walk through, and he quickly sets the alarm and steps out into the darkness with me. After he locks the door from the outside, he takes my hand in his and leads me to his car in the parking lot. I climb into my seat and stuff my bag between my feet. He takes his place behind the wheel and pushes the button to put the top up. Next, he turns on the heat. I don’t even realize I’m shaking until I feel the warmth.

  “Thank you,” I say, cupping my hands together and catching the heat that’s coming from the vents.

  “You’re welcome.” He offers up a smile and shifts into gear.

  We’re only a couple blocks from my apartment when a firetruck comes rushing past us.

  “Oh, wow. I wonder where that’s going,” I say, feeling my heart rate pick up at the startle it gave me.

  “Looks like we’re about to find out,” Bennet says as the truck slows down and black smoke billows up ahead. He pulls over to maneuver past the truck and I see the source of the fire.

  It’s my building.

  My mouth drops open, and my eyes grow wide, watching the flames licking the top of the building. Bennet pulls the car over as close as he can get to the building with the whole block being barricaded off.

  He looks at me, the building, and back. “Oh my god! I’m sorry, Maddie.”

  I’m speechless. All I can do is nod my head.

  Bennet walks me inside his house and into a guest room. He didn’t give me a choice, really, just told me I’d be staying with him until I could get this nightmare sorted.

  “You have a private bathroom through there,” he says, pointing at one of the big, white doors. “I sent an email to my house manager; she’ll be bringing by some clothes in your size. I’ll be just across the hall if you need me.”

  He leaves me alone in the room without saying anything else.

  I fall onto the bed and pull my phone from my bag.

  “Hello?” Jazz answers.

  “My building is on fire,” I say, sounding a little off from still being in shock.

  “What? Are you okay?”

  I nod, forgetting that she can’t see me.

  “Mads, are you okay?” she asks again.

  “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I wasn’t there at the time. But everything is gone. The whole building was up in flames.”

  “I’m so sorry, honey. Do you need anything? You need a place to stay?”

  “Yeah, I’ll need a place to stay, but I’m fine for tonight. I was with a friend. I’ll be over sometime tomorrow.”

  “Okay, if you need anything between now and then, call me. Okay, Mads?”

  “Okay, thank you.” Without another word, I hang up the phone and let it fall onto the bed beside me. I look around the room, feeling lost. I’m in a strange room, alone. Bennet isn’t here next to me. I guess he’s trying to give me a little space to wrap my head around this. But I don’t want to be alone.

  I stand and walk into the bathroom. It’s big and fancy, but right now, I’m numb to it all. I step into the shower and wash off, wanting to scrub the last hour off my skin. When I get out, I walk back into the bedroom and open the dresser drawers. I don’t know why because they’re all empty. Habit, I guess. I look behind the bathroom door and grab the robe I spotted earlier. After brushing out my hair, I go in search of Bennet.

  I knock on the door across from mine, and he pulls it open.

  “I don’t want to be alone,” I admit.

  He offers up a sad smile but steps to the side to allow me to come in.

  He closes the door behind us. “How do a movie and junk food sound?”

  I climb up onto his bed. “Sounds perfect.”

  “I’ll be right back.”

  While he’s gone, I lay back on his bed. His deep, rich scent engulfs me. Somehow, it settles my fears and worries. I’m nearly asleep when he walks in.

  He sets the snacks down on the bench at the foot of the bed, “I didn’t know what you’d want, so I just grabbed everything I could find.”

  I smile and rub my eyes awake as I pull the bag closer, peaking inside. I find chips, candy, and leftover Chinese takeout. I pick up the small white box. Opening it, I find orange chicken and fried rice. I grab one of the forks from inside the bag and take a bite. Even cold, it tastes delicious.

  “I didn’t take you for an orange chicken kind of guy.”
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  “I’m not. It was ordered for me. I prefer something a little spicier.”

  He puts in the movie and crawls into bed next to me. He leans down, grabs two beers, and hands me one.

  “Have you ever done this before?” I ask.

  “What?”

  “This. Got into bed with a girl just to eat crap and watch tv?”

  He laughs. “No, not in a long time anyway. Maybe college.”

  I set my water down on the table and force my attention to the tv while I eat.

  We eat, watch the movie, laugh, and talk. By the time the movie is ending, I’m lying next to him with his arm wrapped around me. The room going black makes me look over at him. “Is this too much?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, we’re both very insistent on not being in a relationship, but here we are, doing things people in relationships do.”

  “Just because we do things that people in relationships do doesn’t mean we’re in a relationship. I mean, people that are dating have dinner together, and we’ve done that.”

  “Good point.” I hike my leg up over his hips.

  “I like you, Maddie. I want you by my side, but I don’t want you to feel you have to be. When we’re together, we’re together. When we’re not, we’re not. Sound easy enough?”

  “Well, we’re together now,” I say, lifting and sliding myself onto his lap.

  His hands move up to hold my hips. “We are,” he agrees.

  “Why don’t you show me some more of those moves?”

  Before I know it, he’s rolling us over. His mouth lands on mine, and his hips grind against me. All it takes is two seconds before I’ve forgotten about everything but him. His hands roam my body freely, pushing and pulling my robe away. His mouth breaks away from mine, only to kiss and nibble his way down my body. It’s like he knows all the right places to touch to have me quivering and whimpering, needing more.

  His big hands massage my breasts, hips, and thighs. All the while, his mouth keeps going lower and lower. When his tongue runs between my folds, my hips buck upward like I’ve been struck by lightning. A sound escapes my lips, and it almost sounds foreign. This is not my first time, but for some reason, it feels like it is. Like every place he touches is a place that’s never been touched before.

  “Bennet,” I call out his name in a whimper.

  His hands on my hips squeeze tighter, his tongue moving quicker. My orgasm builds just beneath the surface, waiting for the exact right time to be set free. It causes my muscles to harden and tense. It halts my breathing in my chest; it makes me freeze until he flicks his tongue against me one last time. Finally, it shatters, washing over me. My toes curl while my fingers dig into the bed, fisting the sheets. I suck in a deep breath, and it leaves my lips in a rush as I call for him again and again.

  When my body has gone completely limp, he pulls away and positions himself at my entrance.

  “I have to be inside you, Maddie. Watching you come has me ready to explode,” he says, pushing into me.

  The second we become one, we both relax and let out a deep breath. He pauses his hips while his mouth finds mine, allowing my body to adjust to the intrusion. He kisses me soft and slow, and after a minute of kissing, his hips start moving again. He pushes into me further, slowly, rolls his hips and withdraws himself, only to do it all over again.

  “Fuck, Maddie,” he whispers, never stopping.

  We spend the night in the same manner, never stopping. Only pausing until we start again. I don’t fall asleep until the first bit of morning sun starts peeking through the windows.

  It feels like I’ve only been asleep for an hour when his alarm starts going off from beside the bed. I hear him groan and feel the mattress beneath me move just before it’s silenced. He rolls back over, wrapping his arm around my stomach as he whispers in my ear, “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

  I smile from his breath tickling my cheek. “Ugh, I don’t want to get up yet. I just went to sleep.”

  “What do you say we both call in? I mean, you have been through a traumatic experience.”

  With his words, all the panic and worry come rushing back into my head. “Fuck, I forgot about that.”

  He chuckles. “You forgot your apartment burned down?”

  I nod. “Could you call my boss for me?” I laugh.

  “I’ll let Mr. Windsor know,” he says, smacking my butt softly while crawling out of bed.

  He leaves the room for a moment, then comes back. The smell of coffee perks me up.

  He hands me a mug before planting a kiss on my forehead. “Give me a few moments. I’ll be right back.”

  Twenty minutes later, I’m fighting off sleep when he walks back in the room.

  “Breakfast in bed?” he asks, setting down a tray.

  I sit up and find orange juice, eggs, toast, bacon, fresh fruit, and a bowl of whipped topping.

  “Oh my god, Bennet, this is too much.” I inhale the aroma and my stomach growls.

  He picks up a strawberry and dips it into the whipped cream, feeding it to me. “Mr. Windsor said to take all the time you need. Your job will be safe.”

  I smile. “Mmmm, that’s good,” I practically moan around a mouth full.

  He smiles. “I have an idea.” He picks up a grape and pops it into his mouth while sitting down beside me.

  “What’s that?” I ask, picking up my coffee and taking a sip.

  “After breakfast, I’ll take you to the track and give you a ride.”

  “A ride in your race car?” My brows skyrocket.

  He nods. “It’s not NASCAR, but yeah. It’s just a drag car.”

  “Yes! I’d love that.” I put my coffee back down and pick up a strip of bacon. “I will need to get to Damon and Jazz’s soon after though. I’m going to be staying there for a while.”

  His eyes grow wide. “About Damon…”

  “What? What about Damon?”

  “He’s your brother?” he asks, as if seeking a confirmation.

  I nod, realizing I hadn’t given that detail a second thought until now.

  “If you don’t mind, can we not tell him what we’re doing just yet? It’s just that he’s a pretty close friend, and I don’t want him pissed at me for boning his sister.”

  I laugh. “We never have to tell him. It’s none of his business who I’m boning,” I say, using his term with a giggle.

  “I think we should tell him at some point, but I think I should do it when the time is right.”

  I nod and shrug one shoulder. “Fine by me.”

  He picks up a fork and feeds me a bite of yolky egg. He smiles, and I feel my heart pick up as excitement races through my veins.

  8

  Bennet

  We have breakfast in bed, and she goes back to her room to find something to wear that Quinn picked out while I shower and dress. I wash off quickly so that I don’t hold us up, then pull on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. As I’m stepping out of my bedroom, she’s walking out of hers. I look her up and down with a grin.

  “What’s that?” I ask, motioning toward a pressed pants suit.

  She laughs. “All the clothes in that closet are dress clothes. Not one single pair of jeans. I appreciate the high end labels your house manager picked out, but maybe she could have chosen something casual.” She flaps the jacket lapels as she speaks.

  “Come on,” I say, stepping past her and opening the dresser. “In this house, jeans are not hung up because they’re not appropriate, according to my mother. Quinn, my house manager, was handpicked and trained by my mother, so I’m guessing she drilled that into her like she did me as a child.”

  She scrunches up her face. “Your mom set up your house?”

  I laugh and nod. “Yeah, I was too busy to do it.” I start stepping back toward the door. “T-shirts are also in the drawers. I’ll be downstairs.” I close the door behind me and head into the kitchen, where I grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

  “Good morning, Quinn,�
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  “Good morning, sir.” She looks me up and down. “Don’t you look nice. No work today?”

  I shake my head. “Not today. Today, I have company.”

  She nods as her eyes narrow. “I must meet the woman who’s gotten under your skin enough to make you call off work. She must be something else.” She shoots me a grin.

  I can’t help but smile. “That she is,” I agree.

  The door swings open and in walks Maddie. She’s wearing a tight pair of jeans and a shirt that ends just above her bellybutton. Her long, dark hair is hanging around her in soft waves, a look many women go out of their way to get, and her hair does it all on its own.

  I reach for her. “Maddie, this is my manager, Quinn. Quinn, this is a friend from work, Maddie.”

  They both smile and shake hands.

  “The jeans look great on you; looks like Bennet’s assessment of your size was spot on.” I can sense the underhandedness in Quinn’s comment, and I’m not about to engage with her any further.

  “Well, now that that’s out of the way, we really should get going.” I step toward the door that leads to the garage. Opening it, I hold it open for Maddie as she walks through.

  We climb into the Mercedes, and I take down the top since it’s a nice warm day. I back out of the garage and zoom down the driveway, pausing at the gate until it opens. She pulls out a pair of sunglasses and puts them on, hiding her beautiful eyes from the sun. As I drive down the freeway with the wind in our hair, I can’t keep my eyes off her. Everything about her is beautiful: the way her hair blows around her, wild and free; the way the sun kisses her ivory skin, making it sparkle and light up; and way her lips turn up in the corners, never actually smiling, but revealing enough to let me know she’s already having a good time.

  Just being with her, watching her, it put something back into my life I haven’t felt in a long time: excitement, purpose. I’ve just been going through the motions. I go to work and do my job, never really feeling important or needed. I go to the gym where I can work out every bit of anger and frustration I’ve felt through the day from being forced to be someone I’m not. And then, at night, I find a random girl to bring home to distract myself from how lonely I truly am.