Billionaire's Secret: Exposing Jay: A Chicago Suits Romance (Loving Jay Book 2) (20 page)

I
breathed
in the scent of leather as we sat on the floor of Jay’s horse trophy room. Our shoulders almost touching, a stack of photo albums was in front of us. Coffee had been great. Better even, amazing. He hadn’t pressured me for anything. Instead we’d talked, our words charging the air with electricity and heat. The attraction between us, the
love
between us was no longer possible for me to ignore.

“This is the only one of me and my father.”

Jay passed me a framed snapshot, the paper now yellowed with age. Jay was a tiny baby and held aloft by his father in front of a horse in the winner’s circle.

“Is that Bourbon Chaser?”

“Yep.”

We looked through a few more photo albums. Of Jay as a kid, a teenager. Often with Matt. Not often with his mother or step-father. Jay lifted one of Matt, his mother and him on a fishing boat close to his face, examining it. Presumably it was taken by his step-father.

“They’re the only family I had. Matt is, he’s my little brother. I tried so many times to get him to change his life around.” Anger and frustration filled his voice.

“You couldn’t do anymore.”

Jay shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. He’s nothing to me now. I will never forgive him for what he did to you. Any of it. He can sit with Johnny in prison over the kidnapping.”

“Don’t forget the embezzlement and blackmail.” Jay looked hurt at the freshness of the memory all over again.

He sighed and said, “You know what, it doesn’t matter now. You don’t have any family either. But if we have each other that’s enough.”

I turned my head to find him looking at me. Jay’s face had lit up with his dazzling smile. His deep brown eyes penetrating my own. I couldn’t look away from him, ever. We were connected.

* * *

J
ay leaned
over and kissed me. The tender press of his lips against mine made my insides burst wide open. all the emotions and feelings for him that I’d tried to suppress were now racing through every iota of me, both my body and mind.

I kissed him back, unable to contain the explosion of love going on within me. I leaned into him, longing for more. He responded to my need, his tongue sliding against mine until it found its way into my mouth. Something happened deep within me, a new feeling.

Before I could figure out what it was, he cupped the back of my head and laid me down alongside the photo albums. Intense emotions filled my body and threatened to burst open my chest. Love, longing, want grew and grew each second. Each time his skin came into contact with mine, another feeling appeared, until there were no words for what was happening inside me.

“We haven’t done this room yet, have we?” I asked, giggling. After the initial surprise at my remark, he stood and took my hand.

“You know what? This room is the past, we don’t need it.”

I followed him out of the room, my hand safely gripped in his as we walked down the hallway. Jay carried on to the staircase, but I stopped and pulled him back to me.

“Let’s take the elevator.”

A devilish grin appeared across his face as he pushed the button. The doors opened and he stepped in, hustling me with him.

He’d already had me pinned against the back wall as the doors slid shut. Our mouths and hands frantic, taking back what we’d almost lost.

The elevator doors opened on the second floor and he herded me into his bedroom, our bedroom.

* * *

J
ay didn’t rip
off the buttons of my blouse. Instead he undid them carefully, deliberately. Each button revealing more of my skin underneath. I’d worn a black silk Agent Provocateur bra underneath. I’d put it on that morning to give me confidence at the divorce meeting. Now Jay moaned in approval of it.

I pulled my arms out of the sleeves of my blouse, aching to feel his body against mine. My fingers found the buttons of his shirt, and he did nothing to stop me undoing them. Did nothing to stop me when I got to his belt. And the buttons on his pants. Or when I slipped my hand under the waistband of his boxers. I wrapped my fingers around his erect cock and stroked, my pussy getting wetter as he got harder.

He kissed over the silk of my bra. I flared my chest, wanting as much skin to skin contact with him as possible. I wanted nothing to be between us ever again.

“Would you just rip the damn thing off.”

I released my grip on his cock and reached behind my back to undo my bra. Jay pulled it off and dropped it on the floor. He shed his clothes and stood fully exposed before me.

He trailed kisses down my neck to my breasts, treating me as if I were made of porcelain. Each contact of his lips with mine shattered any remaining barrier between us.

I moaned in approval when his lips reached my nipple. His tongue flicked it and his head moved back up to mine. As he moved, I popped the button on my skirt and pushed it and my panties down around me knees. I kicked my leg, getting rid of them altogether.

“Beautiful. You are so beautiful,” Jay said, stepping back and surveying me.

All I could do was moan in approval. I am his, completely. And it felt good. Right.

Jay lifted me and laid me on the bed. He slid up my body, pressing his over mine. The tip of his hard cock pressed against me, my heart thumping with anticipation. I ran my hands over his powerful shoulder muscles, I’d forgotten how perfect they were.

“You’re never leaving my bed,” he said, his voice low and forceful.

I shivered at its intensity. The confidence and the power. My Jay was back.

We kissed, less delicate than before. Hungrier. All apprehension between us gone.

Jay grinded against me, stoking the flames within me. The fire traveled in a direct line between my pussy, heart and mind, a heat I could barely contain. It came out a high-pitched moan, a release of love and lust into the air.

He responded with his own groan and pushed his cock into me. Back where it belonged. We moved in unison, my own pleasure and excitement seeming not to matter nearly as much as having him in my arms. Jay pressed his cheek into mine, our ears close to our mouths.

“I love you, Beautiful.”

“I love you, James.”

Feeling so loved by him and confirming my own love for him, my body trembled and burst. Waves of joy washed over me as I writhed under him.

“Abbie,” Jay cried and released himself into me.

A huge, great smile spread across my face. Euphoria bubbled through my body and I started laughing at the craziness of the past day, weeks, months. Jay propped himself on his elbows and looked down at me.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Were you really going to surrender all your property to me?”

“I took a chance that you wouldn’t accept it, it was a risk I had to take to get you to understand how much you mean to me.”

“You’re nuts.”

“No I’m not, I’d risk everything for you.”

* * *

I
spooned
sugar into my coffee. Not very much, just a little. We were dressed and ready for work, the Rolls was taking us in.

“Beautiful, there’s something I want you to do.”

“What?”

“I want to put you in as the head of CQ Francis.”

“Huh?”

“It’s your company. You need to be in charge of it, to get it in shape.”

“Shut up.” He cannot be serious.

“I’m serious. You’re more than capable, you just have to believe in yourself the way I do.”

I stared into my drink, digesting the words.

“Remember all that stuff I said about proving things for myself? That I don’t want things just because I’m fucking the boss?”

“Yes.”

“Well forget I ever said it.”

Jay laughed, making me laugh, making us both laugh harder. Yes, I could do this. I could do anything with him.

* * *

W
e snuggled
on the sofa in front of the fire. My head rested on Jay’s chest, his heart beating against my ear.

I’d been back in his house, in his arms for two weeks. It’s quite obvious now that nothing could push us away from each other again. We need each other too much. We’re all the other has, and all the other wants. Every second of the day, I wonder how I ever got so lucky to find a man as amazing as Jay.

He’s seemed more relaxed now that the secret was out. Less interested in needing me to know he loves me than in loving me.

I may be a sucker but Jenny was right, you have to take a chance in life or you’ll miss out on the best things. Like Love. Jay’s love. And now I was totally happy to be loving Jay.

I
perched
on the back of a Vespa scooter, clinging on to Jay the way Audrey Hepburn had clung to Gregory Peck. We zipped past the Colosseum in Rome.

We’d put off our honeymoon while I’d taken control of CQ Francis. I didn’t think I could leave it until the mess I’d taken over had been sorted out and was under control.

Now we were puttering around Rome, taking our time. Enjoying the beautiful spring weather. Enjoying each other.

“Your turn,” Jay said. He pulled the scooter to the side of the road, flanked by Roman ruins on each side of the road.

I looked at him, my eyebrow raised. This was the first time I’d ever been on any kind of motorcycle or scooter, and he wanted me to drive it?

“I don’t know how!”

“Neither did Princess Ann, but she managed okay.” He’d already stepped off and was waiting for me to shuffle forward on the seat.

Still unsure, I moved forward on the old Vespa and took hold of the handles.

“It’s easy.” Jay showed me how the controls worked and we were off.

It didn’t take long for me to feel comfortable with the scooter, and I zipped us all around the streets of Rome.

I took a narrow road, having to go slow because of all the tourists walking around. The road opened up into a square, revealing the beautiful Trevi Fountain.

“Another Roman Holiday site for our list,” I said.

“You have to lie on the edge, pretending you’re asleep.”

I did as he said, trying not to laugh as I posed. We’d been spending the day recreating scenes from the movie. Jay had rented the scooter to fully immerse us in our film re-creation.

We parked our scooter and ate gelato on the Spanish Steps. I licked the pistachio ice cream, thinking it was about the best thing I had ever tasted.

“Try this espresso flavor,” Jay said putting his ice cream to my lips. I opened my mouth and licked, grunted, and sucked more into my mouth. I was wrong, the espresso was the best thing I’d ever tasted.

“Hey,” he said, pulling his cone from my mouth.

“You know what I wish more than anything?”

“What?”

“That you hadn’t waited so many years to make a move on me.”

“So do I.” He leaned over and kissed me, the icy gelato melting fast between us.

We returned to our suite at the Villa La Cupola. About the most absurd hotel room I could imagine. The ceilings were frescoed. The massive roof terrace gave stunning views over the eternal city. And as the name indicated, the living room was beneath a massive frescoed blue dome that must have reached two stories above.

But none of that was the most remarkable feature. The suite came with its very own cinema.

“It’s the only reason I booked it,” Jay had told me when we’d arrived and I’d run gawking from room to room in the amazing suite.

As soon as we got back, I put on Roman Holiday to see everywhere we’d been that day. I’m so glad Jay had made me have a turn on the scooter, so glad he always believed in me even when I didn’t believe in myself.

The air was warm, and I went out on the massive roof terrace to enjoy the view of the sun setting over the Roman roof tops.

True to the luxury of the rest of the suite, the wooden lounge chairs were covered in cushions thicker and more comfortable than the bed in my old condo.

“Thirsty?” Jay asked carrying out two glasses of Prosecco.

“Definitely.” I took the flute of bubbles from him. Jay sat in the lounger beside me, kicking his feet up to relax.

We sat side by side, our fingers laced together between the two lounge chairs. Neither of us said anything as the sun went down, we didn’t need to.

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