The Billionaire's Kisses: Billionaire Brothers (4 page)

Amy swallowed her emotion. She’d intended her last comment to be a dig at Adam’s wealth, but it’d actually just reminded her of how much she missed her mom.

Adam gazed deeply into her soul. “I’m sorry for your loss, Amy. It’s always hard to lose the ones we love.”

“Don’t pretend to know anything of my pain, Mr Quinlan. You don’t know me.”

“Maybe not. But I do know how it feels to lose someone I love.”

“A woman left you?”

He smirked. “Course not; that would never happen.”

Amy chuckled. She was starting to see through his act, and she wondered whether there was a man worth knowing underneath all that charming cockiness.

“Who then?” she asked.

“My brother died a month ago. The eldest of us all.”

The gears in Amy’s heart crunched as the atmosphere shifted. “I’m so sorry… Oh, wait, was it something to do with Tariq Shard then?”

“Yes it was. He killed my brother.”

Amy’s jaw dropped. “What?”

“Tariq was responsible for starting the fire that killed Ivan. Dylan’s sure he’s a murderer. The courts think he’s an arsonist. Apparently he’s out on bail now until his trial.”

“And he got disfigured like that in the fire?”

“Yeah. Both our families are devastated. Mine and the Shards.”

“Your families know each other?”

“My dad and Tariq’s dad grew up together, so we knew Tariq like a brother. He’s a computer genius, and my eldest brother – Ivan – he was into data analytics. They were always cooking up schemes together as kids, so I guess they just ended up working together.”

“Like you and Dylan?”

“Yeah, exactly.”

“And what did they cook up together this time?”

“They invented… something that could transform business as we know it. But Tariq got greedy. Wanted to use it to for evil gains.”

“So he started the fire?”

“Yeah, I guess he decided to destroy all the work he’d done with my brother – to try to make it look like an accident – then start again on his own. But he hadn’t realised my brother was in there that night, working. He went back to try and get him out, but it was too late…”

“And now he’s disfigured for life and has blood on his hands.”

“Exactly.”

Amy wasn’t sure how far to probe, but surely she had the right to know. “Earlier Tariq said that buying Grafton Techs was his idea.”

“So he says. Before he died, Ivan said that Grafton Techs was the missing piece of the puzzle, so me and Dylan set the wheels in motion to buy it. Ivan moved the blueprints and prototype to our office, realising that Tariq was up to something. So now all we need is for your Grafton Techs engineers to work their magic, and we can make my brother’s dreams come true.”

Amy’s chest fluttered with intrigue. “But Tariq thinks the legacy should be his?”

“Yeah. But we won’t let him anywhere near it. Stay away from him if he approaches you. I honestly think he’s gone crazy.”

Amy suddenly realised that her cigarette was burning her fingers, so she quickly ground it into an ashtray behind her. “It’s my intention to stay away from all men during my stay in New York, I can assure you.”

She turned back to face him, planning to tell him goodnight, but Adam suddenly frowned and squinted at her cheek.

“What?” she whispered.

He moved his face close to hers. Amy’s heart pounded hard from being so close to him.

“You’ve got an eyelash,” he said.

Amy swallowed her lust. She could feel his breath on her skin; her desire crushed down uncomfortably. She wanted him. She wanted to kiss him, then she wanted to fuck him. He was so perfect, His masculine face, this close, was incredible.

She opened her mouth to tell him that she’d get the eyelash herself, but he reached out and gently ran his thumb over her cheekbone, sending tingles over her yearning body.

Amy willed her trembling legs not to give way. Adam leaned in further, as if he planned to kiss her. And suddenly she couldn’t resist. She needed to find out what he tasted like. Surely one kiss wouldn’t do any harm.

Their lips met, and Adam moaned quietly, making Amy’s lips vibrate and her thighs wash with desire. His lips were soft yet dominating. He was in control of this situation, and somehow Amy loved it. His arms fell around her shoulders and his tongue eased into her mouth, but Amy’s fear overwhelmed her, so she pulled away.

“I can’t do this with you, Mr Quinlan.”

He looked even
more
delicious now. “Why?”

Amy gazed at him. “I’m not like the women you usually sleep with.”

He chuckled. “This is the twenty-first century, Amy. Sex is
fun
. It’s natural – something to be enjoyed by both men
and
women. I promise you satisfaction – I’ve never left a woman disappointed, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Amy swallowed down her frustration. “Perhaps the truth will make you leave me alone: I can’t orgasm. Okay?”

Adam gazed at her in shock. “What?”

“That shut you up, didn’t it?”

“Of course you can.”

“No, Mr Quinlan, I cannot. Believe, I’ve tried.”

He stepped forward and wrapped her up in his strong arms, pressing his long hard cock against her, which made her wet with passion. She tried to regain control of herself, but he kissed her again, making her nipples hard and her body throb with delicious desire. Her mind screamed ‘no’, so she tensed to pull away, but somehow she just couldn’t. Her body needed him.

“You’ve just been sleeping with the wrong guys,” Adam said. “While you’re here in New York, you
need
to experience nature’s gift to women.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Are you talking about yourself?”

He laughed. “No – I mean the female orgasm.”

They both chuckled. Amy’s nerves exploded in her brain. She lowered her face so that she was looking at his chest. She wanted to believe him – to believe that he could help her achieve an orgasm. But she’d been here before. And she always ended up disappointed and dejected.

Adam gently lifted her chin up so they were gazing into each other’s eyes. “You’re so beautiful, Amy. Let me do this for you. A gift from me to you. No strings; just the most overwhelming pleasure you’ve ever experienced.”

“You don’t understand. I’ve been aroused before – very aroused. But when it comes to
it
… it just doesn’t happen.”

“But what about when you do it for yourself?”

“No, it doesn’t happen.” Why the hell was she discussing this with him? Somehow he was so easy to talk to. And perhaps she secretly hoped he
could
fulfil his promises.

He ran his fingers through her hair, gently forcing her head back to make her to look at him. “Then you’re not doing it right.”

“What would
you
know about what I’m not doing right?”

“Well, you’re obviously
not
if you’re not… Look, I know you think I’m some kind of playboy, but the reason I love to fuck women is because I love to see them climaxing. It’s my pleasure to see a woman lose control – to see her so vulnerable – because of me. I promise I can make it happen for you. I want to fuck you so hard that you can’t walk. I want to possess you; to help you lose yourself in desire. Let me do this for you. You won’t regret it.”

He lowered his face and kissed her gently once, making her gasp with lust. Her heart pounded fast. Her body was pulsing with so much desire that she feared she might climax here on the terrace. Perhaps he
could
do this for her?

He drew her close, then kissed her boldly, easing his tongue into her mouth, and sending jabs of elation through her body like a lightning flash.

Then they were kissing wildly – tongues intertwining and lips hungrily writhing – and she wanted it. Adam tasted exquisite. He was strong and protective, and she sunk into him, feeling like a little girl spinning with joy. The kiss increased even more in passion, causing Amy’s mind to blur with lust. An urgency to fuck Adam burst up through her. But she feared it would end in frustration. 

He gazed at her with those devilish green eyes. “I’m going to prove you wrong, Amy. I can show you how to unlock the pleasure in your body; you need to let me do that for you. All I want is to see you lost in delight.”

Amy trembled in his arms as wave after wave of temptation made it impossible for her to say no. She knew it was unprofessional, but what harm would it do? There was an urgent hunger pressing her to do this. She nodded gently, deciding that she’d been guided by her head for too long; now it was time to give into Adam’s promises of ultimate passion.

The elevator ride up to Amy’s room was tense. Even though Amy’s lust was wound up tight and ready to explode, she and Adam didn’t touch each other, but instead, they made polite small talk about how the meeting with the finance director would go tomorrow. It could’ve been a business function, except that when Amy walked into her room and Adam closed the door behind them, her body washed with nerves and arousal. 

The room oozed with sexual tension, dripping off the walls like humid heat. Earlier, without Adam here, it’d just been a boring hotel room, with a beige carpet, functional closet, wooden writing desk. King-size bed…

A king-size bed that now looked as enticing as a tropical island in wintertime.

Amy felt Adam come up behind her like a lion on a gazelle. She froze; her heart pounded hard. Why the hell was she doing this? Could he really give her what she’d craved for all these years with no joy?

Adam strolled around and smiled into her eyes. “Relax. I’ll take care of you.”

Amy nodded. She was happy for him to take control. She was too nervous – too self-conscious – to even breathe normally. He reached out and caressed her cheek, then he pulled her close and kissed her strongly. She melted into his embrace as her body tingled with desperate longing.

“Tell me,” he gasped. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you,” she said, between passionate kisses.

He stepped back and undid the top button of his shirt, then he casually rolled up his sleeves. He grinned mischievously into her eyes, causing a wave of arousal to wash through her thighs, exploding as smouldering lust between her legs. She needed this man.

He cupped her chin and held her gaze, possessing her confidently with his piercing eyes.

“I want you, too,” he whispered.

Amy’s breath caught in her throat. She opened her mouth to speak, but he leaned in and kissed her.

“Turn around,” he said, totally in command.

Amy did as she was told, and swivelled on her toes. He stepped closer and breathed on her neck, then he gently draped an arm across her chest, drawing her against his toned body. His firm cock brushed up against her ass.

He dropped his mouth to her ear. “Relax.”

He reached out to massage her shoulders, making her tense with desire.  Amy’s lust pounded in her throat. He continued to rub her shoulders from behind as he nibbled her ear. Then he slid his hands forward to undo the buttons of her dress.

“When you were presenting earlier,” he said. “I had this fantasy about bending you over and fucking you into a mind-blowing orgasm. Which is precisely what I intend to do now.”

Amy’s heart fluttered; she swallowed. He was so strong and commanding, and her body was desperate to submit to him. Still kissing her from behind, he wrapped his fingers around the straps of her dress and stripped them down, exposing her black lacy bra. Amy knew she looked good in her underwear – she wasn’t shy of her body – so she thrust out her chest and breathed deeply. He kissed her softly on the neck, then gently tied her wrists behind her back with the straps of her dress, rendering her at his disposal for whatever pleasure he wanted to give. This was a game, and she knew she could say no, but she needed him to take her all the way – as he’d promised.

He wrapped her up in his arms again, holding her in place. “Feel good?”

She panted a breathy, “yes.”

“Good.”

He draped his arm across her abdomen and eased her hips towards him, causing her to bend slightly at the waist. Amy arched her back, desperately trying to stay in control of her pulsing, trembling body.

“Damn, you’re hot,” Adam whispered.

He ground himself against her through the fabric of her dress, letting her know how aroused he was. “You’ll be screaming my name in ecstasy soon.” He skimmed his fingers between her thighs. “Naughty little thing, your panties are damp. You gonna take them off, or shall I?”

She opened her mouth, but no words came out, only her gasping breath.

He grinned. “I’ll take that as a ‘Please will
you
remove my panties for me, Adam?’”

She nodded and stood upright. He stepped around to face her and kissed her gently on the lips, then he sunk to his knees in front of her. Still with her hands bound behind by her dress, Amy’s hips ground hungrily – she wanted him badly and he knew it. He ran his hands up the sides of her thighs, lifting her dress as he went, and exposing her lacy panties. Burying his face in the silky material, he kissed her stomach, then he gripped her hips and ran his tongue along the top of her panties. His licking shot quivering pleasure through Amy’s body like a flighty horse in a gale. Her arousal was raw now; so intense that it was painful. 

Adam peeled off her panties, then he stood suddenly and kissed her as he unfastened her dress from around her wrists. He pushed her dress to the ground, leaving her standing there in her bra, breathing heavily; trying to stay in control. He inspected her with a satisfied grin, still fully suited. It was incredibly erotic for Amy, wearing only her bra while he was fully clothed. She was vulnerable, and she loved it because – for reasons unexplained – she trusted him.

He stepped forward and kissed her hard on the lips while unhooking her bra – which he pulled off with a well-practised flourish. Then he reached out and caressed her breasts, circling his thumb gently over her nipple, and shooting ecstasy deep into her soul. He wrapped his other arm around her shoulders to hold her tight, then he lowered his head to suck and tease her tits with his tongue, swirling the pleasure up a few more notches with each lick.

Amy had never experienced such an immense throbbing pleasure. The three men she’d previously slept with hadn’t known how to do this – they’d been rough with her breasts and fondled them for
their
pleasure, not hers. Adam’s approach was gentle but assertive, and she suddenly felt her mind swim with an overwhelming tug towards an alternative plane of reality. She groaned loudly and gripped her fists – oh my god, she was going to have her first orgasm and he hadn’t even touched her pussy yet!

But Adam glanced up with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “Not yet, Ms Carter. Sit down on the bed – make yourself comfortable.”

She frowned, panting with frustrated arousal. But she did as she was instructed. It was clear that he knew what he was doing.

Proud of her naked body, she sat back against the velvet padded headboard, feeling her pussy ache with desire. Adam sat casually between her legs, then bent at the waist to kiss her on the lips. He seductively licked his thumb and forefinger.

“Ready to lose control, beautiful?”

She nodded slightly, breathing hard, unable to speak from arousal.

Adam threw her a cocky grin, then he leaned forward to kiss her neck, her collar bone, and her nipples. Amy’s mind began to swirl again. She let her head drop back, as his fingers ran up her leg, then delved between her thighs.

“Oo, you’re wet and tight,” he said. “Just how I like it.”

Amy gasped. “Oh
god
!”

His fingers slipped easily inside her, and he rubbed firm and fast. At the same time, his thumb gently skimmed her clit, while he continued to suck her nipple. Even though there was only one Adam, it somehow felt as if the attention was coming from all angles. The pleasure began to spiral up through Amy’s body, and she realised her consciousness was being dragged over the edge like a waterfall.

The orgasm caught deep inside, like a match striking, and she was overwhelmed with pure delight, unable to stop the ecstatic, joyful groaning. She heard herself calling Adam’s name loudly – just as he’d promised – but it came from another dimension. Amy hoped that the entire world could hear her euphoria – and she suddenly wished this wonderful pleasure upon every living being. She breathed deeply, floating in the air above reality, feeling so happy to finally understand what the fuss was all about. So fucking amazing!

She grinned, slowly drifting back to the world – but
her
world had changed forever now. She’d glimpsed at the secret of happiness – and how
close
it had been all this time! She giggled at this revelation as her eyes focused back to the room, and she saw that Adam was gazing at her with an expression of adoration and pride. He knew he’d achieved what he’d set out to do.

He threw her a playful smirk.  “I was right, huh?”

Amy laughed, still relishing the embrace of the orgasm. She felt ‘at one’ with the universe – as if she was high on drugs. Amy suddenly realised that what she’d just experienced was pure power and contentment.
This
was liberation. If only the power of the female orgasm could be harnessed, it would emancipate womankind. She felt as if she could take on the world and win. And she realised that she probably didn’t even need Adam or any man to do this for her. Now that she’d been shown what to do, perhaps she could re-enact this herself when she got home. Yes! She’d kick out her cheating ex-boyfriend, dig out that old vibrator that she’d never bothered to use, and do this for herself.

Adam shuffled up to kiss her as her head swum with these new and exciting thoughts.

“Come and lie in my arms, sweetheart,” he said. “And then maybe, once you’ve recovered, we’ll see if I can give you another one!”