S*x and Secrets: Alpha Billionaire Forbidden Romance (11 page)

She leaned forward and grabbed hold of my balls. I fed her my cock and she licked and sucked so hard it drove me insane.

When she finished, there wasn’t a trace of chocolate left. Nothing.

“Clean enough?” she asked with a giggle.

“Oh yeah. Now for your real present. The Monster fucking you in the swing.”

I adjusted the height of the swing straps so that we fitted perfectly.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

I fed The Monster to her pussy. All twelve inches of twitching erection pumped into her until she screamed my name into the night and came on my rock-hard cock.

It was one birthday neither of us would ever forget.

S
weating my ass off on a treadmill the morning after my birthday feast with Levi, I pulled a face when my phone rang. I’d just run ten miles to burn off the calories from the decadent food Levi had fed me, and I was gasping for air. I hit the stop button, wiped the sweat with the back of my hand, and glimpsed at the screen.

Jake Monroe.

Sitting down on the belt of the treadmill, I wiped my face with a towel and drank greedily from my drink bottle. I closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths and let the call go to voicemail.

Jake. For a man, he was actually beautiful rather than handsome. I couldn’t explain it, but when he stared at me with those piercing ice blue eyes, it sent a shiver down my spine. Every. Single. Time.

It wasn’t in a good way at all. There was something about him, about the way he looked at me that freaked me out. It wasn’t his quasi-celebrity status or even his reputation for grilling his ‘victims’.

My stomach churned. Something about him I couldn’t place my finger on made my skin crawl. I’d learned to trust my instincts about people, and my gut feel was that he had a deeper interest in me than was normal for a talk show host.

Before my first meeting with him I’d heard that he was intimidating, but I’d never imagined he’d make me feel small and inadequate in his presence, as if he were probing for dirt and wouldn’t rest until he got some.

The phone went off again. I opened one eye and glared at the screen.

Yep. Jake again. He’d probably pester me the same way he’d done before my last interview, so I grimaced and took the call.

“Jake. Hi,” I said, still panting from my run.

“Hello, Montana. Have I caught you in the middle of sweaty sex? Sounds like you’re out of breath.”

Annoyed by his assumption, I kept my voice curt and clipped. As if I’d answer my phone during sex. “Don’t be ridiculous, Jake.” I wanted this call over with so I could get into the shower. “How can I help you?”

“I wanted to invite you to dinner tonight. I’ve booked a cozy table for two at a fancy new restaurant I’ve heard is divine. Pick you up at seven?”

Although I wasn’t amused, I kept my voice light. “You’ll have to get someone else for that booking tonight. My schedule is packed for the next few weeks, sorry.”
Not really.

I was telling the truth about being busy. A trip to China may even be on the cards.  

“Hmmm, I thought you’d say something like that.” There was a smirk in his voice and he didn’t sound happy with my answer. “I’m disappointed, Montana.”

So I’d been right. Jake had something more than a professional interest in me. But why? I’d never flirted with him or let him believe I even found him attractive. And I certainly had never fawned over him like the other women did when I was in the studio.

Doubling over to stretch my calves, I touched my toes. Blood raced to my head and made me dizzy. I sucked in a breath and straightened up again. “Jake. I’ve made it abundantly clear that I don’t date, if that’s what you had in mind. Or if you wanted to invite me to another interview, please schedule that with Hailey like you did before. She runs my schedule.”

“Look, I just wanted to tell you that I know about your past, Montana, and I know what you’re up to now. If I were you, I’d accept my invitation gracefully,” he hissed.

All the blood in my body drained to my feet and a shiver ran through me. What the hell did he know about my life other than what was public information? I’d been so careful to cover my tracks. Or was he just bluffing?

Jake snorted. “Got your attention now?”

I closed my eyes again and rubbed at my temples. “What do you want from me, Jake?” God, I felt so damn tired and it wasn’t just from the exercise.

“Dinner out tonight for starters. I won’t take no for an answer, sweetheart.” Something in his voice told me he meant it, and I didn’t really have an option.

I was supposed to see Levi later that night. He wouldn’t be happy if I cancelled, yet I had to see Jake if I wanted to or not.

“I guess I have to eat anyway. Text the address and I’ll meet you there at seven thirty. I can’t stay longer than an hour though.”

“Montana—”

“Take it or leave it, Jake. I don’t have time for playing games.”

He laughed out loud. “That’s what I love about you. You don’t take shit from anyone, do you?”

“Better believe it,” I said and hung up.

What the hell was Jake’s business with me? He had his pick of bimbos who threw themselves at him. We weren’t suited in any way and nothing he said or did could ever change that.

So why me? I just couldn’t fathom it.

Or did Jake know something more—something I didn’t want anyone knowing, let alone him.

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R
ereading the text message from Montana for the third time, I suppressed my disappointment and frowned.

I have to cancel tonight. Sorry it’s late notice, but I can’t help it. Will explain when I see you again.

What the hell was going on? Montana never cancelled unless it was an emergency or she had to go out of town, and usually she’d let me know days before so we could reschedule.

I punched in my reply:
Can I see you at lunchtime instead? You can feast on The Monster.

I even put a smiley face and waited for her answer.

For five minutes I sat in a semi-daze, worrying about what her reason was, before my phone buzzed. I quickly scanned the text but it wasn’t from her. Damn.

Another agonizing eleven minutes passed before she replied. I let out a long, slow breath. Fuck, I’d become addicted to seeing her and I wanted more, not less.

Was just in shower.

I smiled at the winky icon.

Hmmm. Wish I was there to soap up your body.

Her reply was instant.

So do I. Lunch, huh? What do you have in mind?

She’d never said yes to lunch before, and my cock stiffened at the prospect of seeing her soon.

Eating you out, babe. I’m starving.

Her reply was a face with large, round eyes to which I sent the little guy with his tongue hanging out. What did we do before texting and those icons were available?

I grinned at her next message.

Where? When?

I could practically hear her smacking her lips together.

My car. 12.30 P.M. Pick you up?

My heartbeat quickened a few paces as I waited, holding my breath.

You sure about this? It’s risky.

My cock hardened even more, and I had to adjust it in my pants.

Live on the edge, babe. You’ve got me so hard now. The Monster needs your mouth.

It took three seconds for her to reply. This was fun.

Really? On a scale of one to ten?

If only she could see me now, my dick pressing against my pants. The Monster wanted to come out and play.

8 and rising. Can we make it 12 P.M?

The image of her mouth around my cock made me sweat. It was going to be an agonizing morning until I saw her.

Hahaha. No, I have a meeting with Beckham at 11.30.

My cock deflated from eight to five. I frowned as I typed my reply.

Fucker. Why does he get to see you any time he wants?

I shouldn’t have said that, but I couldn’t help myself. Yeah, I was possessive when it came to Montana, and I didn’t like the way he was around her. It was clear as daylight Beckham Drake wanted what was mine.

See you at 12.30 in the parking garage.
She’d added a small yellow face kissing air.

My mood changed from stormy to bright in a matter of seconds. How did Montana do that?

OK. Can’t wait to see you.

*****

A
t 12.15 P.M. I was already waiting at the farthest end of the underground garage. I’d messaged Montana to tell her where to find me and as soon as she got into the Bentley, we’d drive off to find somewhere more secluded. It would be the first time we’d fucked outside the loft and adrenaline pumped fast and furiously through my veins.

Five minutes later, I sat up with a wide grin. Montana was coming toward the car, and she was ten minutes early.
I guess she wants it as much as I do
. The Monster let me know how excited he was by throbbing a few times.

I leaned over to open the car door for her from the inside. I couldn’t risk my face seen on the security cameras that were littering the parking garage.

“Hi,” I said, as she scooted into the front seat and closed the door.

“Hey,” she said, smiling back at me. Her hands were trembling slightly, so I placed mine over hers and stared into her eyes.

“I’m happy to see you. Thanks for coming earlier.” I didn’t kiss her because although the windows were tinted dark, I was never sure with today’s technology how much the cameras could pick up.

“I knew you’d be here already, so I cut the meeting short.”

Her breaths were shallow and fast. I gave her hand a squeeze and started the engine. “Relax. We’ll be outta here soon enough,” I said, drawing small circles on her skin with my thumb.

I merged into the heavy traffic, still holding her hand. 

“God, Levi, this is dangerous. We shouldn’t be—”

“Hush, baby.” I stopped at a red traffic light and looked into her wide eyes while my hand trailed up her thigh and under her tight skirt. “Tell me you don’t want this as much as I do and I’ll take you back right away.”

She swallowed hard and shook her head. “No. I want this.” Her eyes sparkled and her cheeks were flushed. She was glowing and so fucking beautiful I had a hard time concentrating on anything else but my need for her.

“Good girl.” Fuck, if only she knew how much her straightforward honesty turned me wild. My thumb pressed against her damp panties.

“Take these off,” I commanded.

“Now?”

“Yeah. Now.”

I pulled away when the light turned green, all too aware of her shimmying out of her panties. I held out my hand.

“What?” she asked, her voice husky and somewhat breathless.

“Your panties, of course.”

She didn’t argue and placed the white lacy scrap of fabric into my palm. Fuck if these could really be called underwear, and yet I bet they cost a fortune.

I held them to my nose and took a deep, deep sniff. It hit me straight in the fucking groin. The aroma of her desire had soaked the panties and I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on the source of that delicious juiciness.

“Unbutton your shirt.”

“Why?”

“I want to see the matching bra, sweetheart. That’s why.”

“Oh.” Her cheeks were bright red. I reached out and squeezed a soft titty in my hand. Her nipple hardened instantly against my palm.

“Jesus. You’re so fucking hot, baby. I could come just looking at you.”

She laughed. It was low and throaty and made my cock jerk.

We drove into the basement of a large building I owned just three blocks from her office. I’d get hold of the security footage later and ensure we weren’t visible on it. 

“Take off your skirt.”

She raised an eyebrow for a few seconds, checking if I was serious. Of course I was.

She let out a soft groan as she maneuvered her body out of the fabric. The thought of her naked ass on my leather seat nearly made me lose my shit. I wanted the scent from her pussy all over my face and car.

“Get in the back seat and spread those legs. I’m going to go to town on your pussy first.”

I let out a groan as she climbed into the back, her ass in my face. I tugged at my tie as if it were strangling me, undid the top three buttons of my dress shirt, and followed her into the back.

She lay back, her legs spread wide, one heeled foot on the backrest, the other on my shoulder. I stared down at her gorgeous cunt, shiny from her arousal.

“
My
pussy,” I breathed, as I dove between her legs and tasted her. “So fucking sweet.”

Montana bucked her hips and lifted her back off the seat, her fingers twisting in my hair as she moaned out loud. “So good, oh God, so good.”

I smiled against her skin as I pushed two fingers inside and then three, fucking her slowly while I sucked her clit.

“Don’t stop,” she murmured, the back of her shoe’s heel pressing down harder on my shoulder. It was all I could do not to strip down and ride her with my cock. Instead, I gave her what she wanted, adjusting the speed according to the intensity of her whimpering moans.

She came in my mouth and I drank her down, thirsty for more. I’d never get enough of Montana or her sweet pussy.

If this was my addiction, if this was what I needed to live, I was so screwed. What if she fell for another man and left me standing with my dick in my hand?

I pushed the thoughts away, kissing her neck and the tops of her breasts where they spilled out of her bra. Half-dressed she was sexy as fuck and I wanted inside her. 

Reaching down, I pulled down my zipper and grabbed hold of my stiff, hot cock.

“God yes, I want The Monster deep. Fuck me hard, Levi.

She was still wearing her heels. Grunting like a Neanderthal man, I placed both her feet onto my shoulders before I shoved my dick into my girl’s pussy. Jesus. She was warm and wet and tight. I wasn’t going to last long. “I’m going to fuck you so hard it will make the Bentley rock, baby.”

“Hmmm, yes please.”

That was it for me. This woman was so perfect, so beautiful, so fucking sexy I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“I love you, Montana.”

Fuck. It just slipped out.