What Matters Most: The Billionaire Bargains, Book 2 (23 page)

Oh my God. There was no end to his charm. He was giving her exactly what she needed at the moment and she was grateful.

She got up and paced to the window, putting another thirty feet or so between her and the other passengers waiting for the flight to Kansas City. “What if I needed more of your time than the hour?” she asked.

“You’d have it. Whatever you need or want from me.”

Her heart flipped. This was dangerous. She wanted all of this so much, but the more she got, the more she would probably cling. She was aware of the fact she was love-starved. She had recently—like in the last day—come to the realization that it had been what made her say yes to marrying Jeff. She hadn’t been in love with him so much as with the idea of being important to someone, of having someone who wanted and valued her opinion since she’d never had that outside of her professional life. Clearly, she’d read
that
all wrong with Jeff.

And now with Tony, her
feelings for
him
were much stronger than what she’d felt for Jeff. This wasn’t only about being on the receiving end of positive emotions from someone who had chosen to spend his life with her. This was a guy who turned her inside out, who made her feel beyond important to absolutely adored. She was pretty sure it was enough to make her willing to do just about anything he wanted her to do.

“So if I needed another hour for phone sex in the middle of your meeting, that would be fine?” she asked. She could imagine his expression, the way his eyes would flare and his whole body would go tense immediately. The heat would be pouring off of him. And she’d feel like melting into a puddle. And she
loved
it. Loved being able to affect him, loved having his full, intense focus on her, loved that she could command his full attention.

“Everyone needs to get out.” His voice was low, gruff and commanding.

Reese felt a tingle go through her. She cleared her throat. “You can’t throw everyone out.” She’d just wanted a reaction. To know that maybe he was wrapped around her little finger a bit.

The whole idea of being able to make a powerful, attractive, intelligent man jump when she said jump was just way too appealing to resist.

“The hell if I can’t,” he growled in her ear. Then to everyone else, “Go. I’ll see you tomorrow. No, leave the cookies. Okay, fine, take some of the cookies. Yes, I love brownies. And pie. Disney princess fruit snacks too.”

She heard a myriad of voices and noises from his end of the phone and she grinned as she imagined them all talking at once as Tony shooed them out the door. But it was the tone in his voice as he did it that made her realize she was already falling hard. He sounded amused, slightly exasperated but fully affectionate.

If Tony could not just put up with but love the people she loved within an hour of meeting them, how could she not want to stay married to him? She’d said yes to Jeff and he’d tolerated the people in her life, but he’d never actually appreciated them.

And at the thought of Jeff, she sighed.

She knew exactly why she’d been with Jeff, why she’d said yes, why she’d walked down that aisle—because he’d wanted her. He’d made her feel like a princess, like the center of his world. He’d pursued her with that same determined focus she got from Tony. It felt different in some ways. Looking back, the desperation she’d felt from Jeff hadn’t been because he was desperately in love with her, but because he was desperate to get his part of his dad’s business. Tony didn’t seem desperate at all. He seemed…driven. Like she was a goal he’d set and he would do anything to meet that goal. Like a signed business deal or a pile of poker chips.

She shook that off. That wasn’t fair. Tony was sitting in her apartment rather than his mansion, eating mac and cheese and homemade cookies instead of dining at a five-star restaurant. And he said he was willing to interrupt a business meeting to talk to her.

Jeff hated spending time at her place and they’d talked during the work day a total of three times in their entire relationship.

“I want you to close your eyes and imagine my lips on yours.”

Tony’s voice—and only Tony’s voice—came to her over the phone line.

And what he asked wasn’t difficult. She leaned to rest her forehead against the window that looked out over the pavement where an airplane was supposed to be sitting getting ready to take her to Kansas City. There was still no plane. She closed her eyes.

“Now imagine my hands running up and down your back, then cupping your ass and pressing you against me.”

She felt her breathing speed up. “Where are you right now?” she asked, wanting to picture him in her apartment.

“Heading for the bedroom.”

Oh, she could easily imagine him in there. “Then what?”

“I’m going to strip all my clothes off, lie back on your bed and stroke my cock while I imagine my hand is your mouth and then your sweet pussy.”

Reese felt her knees weaken and heat flood through her. Lord, she loved when he talked like that.

“I’ve never had phone sex,” she told him softly.

“It’s not as good as the real thing.”

She laughed. “And I’m in the gate area of the airport. I can’t do or say much. But I’d love to listen to you for the next year or so.”

There was something about the husky quality to his voice over the phone and how his voice and breathing changed as they talked that made her feel powerful even as she went all mushy. His voice was all she had at the moment, and it seemed to focus her senses even more acutely on what he was saying and how his voice and breathing changed as they talked.

“If you’re not on a plane back to me in the next hour, I
am
coming to get you,” he told her firmly.

Back to me
. She loved that. If she thought for one second she was going to be able to avoid falling completely and madly in love with this man, she knew in that moment that she was completely nuts.

“Okay, so help me fill this time,” she said, suddenly eager to be back to the phone sex thing.

“I really wish there was a way you could get your hands on your nipples and clit,” he told her.

Her body pulsed with need. She took a shaky breath. “Me too. I’m thinking I’m going to get pretty wound up here.”

“You are.”

She heard rustling noises. With her eyes shut and the phone to her ear, she was completely tuned in to everything on his end of the phone.

“Go into the restroom,” he suggested.

She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t think so.” A public bathroom?

“If I was there, I’d find a way of sneaking in with you and making you come myself.”

She shivered. She didn’t think she would protest that actually.

“Let’s focus on you,” she said.

While she loved everything about sex with Tony—his hands, lips, tongue, cock, words, his sighs and groans,
her
sighs and groans—she also really loved giving him pleasure, making him hot and hard and then pushing him over the edge.

“Just so you know, my goal is to get you worked up to the point that you don’t care about anything as much as you care about getting off,” he told her.

She swallowed. She lifted her head and looked around, locating a restroom down the hall by the Starbucks.

“You,” she repeated, resting her forehead on the glass again and closing her eyes.

“I’m in the bedroom.”

“Naked?”

“Barefoot.”

“Pants and shirt?”

“The blue jeans and shirt I had on earlier.”

She licked her lips. She’d stared when he’d come out of the bedroom in the suite with blue jeans on. He’d still worn a button-down shirt—hunter green this time—but no tie, and he’d looked casual and completely gorgeous.

“Take them off.”

“I’m imagining us at the airport together,” he said. “I’m going to pretend I’m in the bathroom stall with you. I’m leaning against the door.”

Okay, she could play it this way. She pictured him exactly as he’d described rather than in a public bathroom stall. But it was sexy as hell that he was picturing it that way.

“Are you…” She opened one eye and peeked toward where her fellow passengers were gathered. She couldn’t forget she was in public.

“I’ve got my shirt unbuttoned,” he said, taking over. “And you’ve got your shirt and bra both pushed up and your nipples are hard, begging for me to suck them.”

She took a quiet, quick breath. Her nipples did, indeed, miss him.

“Keep going,” she urged.

“If I do this all on my end, you’ll owe me one,” he told her huskily.

“No problem at all.” She wondered in that moment if there was anything he could ask her to do—on the phone or in person—regarding their sex life that she’d say no to.

“I’m imagining you leaning back, playing with one of your nipples, with that little mischievous grin you get when you know that I’m about to beg,” he said.

She grinned that very grin.

“And then you say ‘Tony, you’re like a god, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you’.”

She could hear the smile in his voice too. “You think I’d say that?” she teased.

“Hey, this is my fantasy right?”

Right. Fantasy. No need to confirm that she would say something very, very similar to that.

“So what’s next?” she asked. Her body throbbed, some places more than others, and she glanced toward the bathroom again.

“I unzip my jeans, push my clothes out of the way of my massive cock that is the biggest and best you’ve ever seen and tell you to get on your knees.”

Heat, moisture and the need to let out a long heartfelt groan washed over her.

She resisted the groaning and squeezed her thighs. “This is torture.”

“Really? I’m feeling very good right now.”

“Why?” Oh, she so wanted to hear…

“I have my hand around my cock, stroking up and down, pretending it’s your mouth,” he said.

A quiet groan escaped before Reese could contain it. She was picturing Tony against her bedroom door, half undressed, his big hand doing all of the things she wanted to be doing.

“Keep going,” she said softly.

“Your hands are gripping my ass, my hands are in your hair and you’re taking me deep, sucking with the perfect pressure,” he went on, his voice rough.

She could practically feel him in her mouth, against her tongue. “More,” she almost whispered.

“You’re so fucking hot and you feel so damned good,” he told her, “but I want to be inside you, filling you up, going as deep as I can, so I pick you up and press you up against the door.”

They were going to do that the minute she got home.

She must have said it out loud, because he chuckled softly in her ear. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Keep going.” She was panting as if she’d run the length of the airport and she hoped that no one would notice.

“I grip your hips, you wrap your legs around me and I thrust,” he said. “Your hot pussy clamps down, the friction so damned good that I almost can’t keep standing.”

“Are you still…” she trailed off.

“I’m still jerking off, Reese, remembering how hot and wet and tight you are,” he said gruffly. “And I’m going to come, also remembering every sound you make, how fucking gorgeous you are, and how you milk everything out of me when you come around me.”

Reese knew she was flushed, and she knew she wasn’t going to be able to hide these reactions from anyone. She spun away from the window and started for the bathroom. She’d jog back and blame everything on that.

“I’m heading to the restroom,” she told him, not sure why she was letting him know.

He groaned low and deep, and
then
she knew why she’d told him. She loved making him hot and crazy.

“Yes, get there now. Get your fingers in your panties, against your clit. And I want you to press two deep. And I want to hear you, Reese. Don’t you worry about the woman in the stall next to you or anything else. I want to hear you panting my name.”

She might not even make it to the bathroom.

Right next to the ladies’ room was a family bathroom. She didn’t have little kids with her, as those were intended for, but she knew they were private. She tried the door, found it unlocked and slipped inside. She dropped her purse and leaned back against the door.

“I’m here.”

“God,” he rasped. “I’m getting close. You’ve got to catch up.”

Reese undid her jeans and pushed them and her panties to the floor. She immediately cupped herself, feeling how hot and wet she was. As her finger brushed over her clit, jolts of pleasure shot through her.

“I’m really close already,” she admitted breathlessly.

“God, I love you.”

It was a strange time to say it, but Reese soaked the words in. “Tell me what to do.”

“Circle your clit. Imagine it’s my tongue.”

She didn’t bother to point out that in the fantasy she was already up against the door with him buried deep. She rested her head back against the door behind her, closed her eyes and rubbed her finger over the spot that ached for him.