Arrangement With A Billionaire (Bad Boy Billionaire Brothers #1) (19 page)

A
rturo didn’t come back
for ten days. When he did, Isla didn’t even know he’d shown up for several hours.

She had no idea he’d walked into the mansion until Martina had said as much with a smile on her face while she poured Isla a mango juice to go with her breakfast.

“He’s back?”

Martina nodded. “Late last night. Or early this morning, I suppose. Mr. Calendri and his brothers walked through the doors and went to their respective rooms. We’ve been given strict instructions not to disturb them. I hope you don’t mind waiting a little longer for Mr. Calendri’s company. He’s usually a better host than this.”

“I don’t think his guests have a habit of staying for several weeks,” Isla said, and then smiled at the older woman. “Besides, you make things fun here, too.”

Martina’s cheeks actually darkened a little, her expression softening ever so slightly. Maybe she just wasn’t used to receiving compliments like that.

Isla didn’t want to embarrass the woman, so she continued on. “Besides, now that he’s back, I might be able to finally give my dad a date for the dinner I’m supposed to have with him. If Arturo is finished with… what he was working on.”

It felt strange to actually call it what it was, and Isla couldn’t do it. The fact that Arturo was back here probably meant he felt things were safe enough for him to take a break, but she wanted to be sure.

Martina nodded, a smile on her face that could only be described as proud, the sort of smile a mother would reserve for her children. “Mr. Calendri is confident in his father’s place in the world. These things do tend to happen from time to time, however, and they require a lot of Arturo’s attention, as well as the attention of his brothers. That you had the idea to send their pillows and sleeping clothes to the office was a good one. I’m sure it allowed them to work well for all the hours they had to stay.”

Isla blushed at the compliment. “Oh. What about Sebastian?” Isla had noticed he certainly hadn’t been in that office during any of those times when she had gone to drop off their food.

“Ah, Sebastian is… how shall I say… not difficult, but he does not always think of himself as Arturo’s brother, or even a Calendri man.”

“Because he was raised by different people?”

Martina nodded. “Yes. His parents, his mother and the man who adopted him, were killed in a terrible accident when he was nearly fully grown. He had no knowledge that he was a Calendri until then. Vincenzio Calendri took Sebastian from the hospital that day with the promise of providing a home. I remember him then, so… different. He was nearly fully grown by then, but he seemed small, a mouse even after the deaths of his parents, afraid of the world he found himself in, and nothing like the angry lion he can be now.” Martina was quiet a moment. “He became that man in this house.”

“But why does he hate Arturo and his other brothers so much?”

Martina pressed her lips together, silent for only a moment while she thought. “Perhaps he sees them as being responsible in some way? When Vincenzio took him, he made the promise to see to the burial of his parents. Sebastian was unaware that he would not be able to attend the funeral. He did not know it had happened until days later.”

Isla’s heart clenched. She actually flinched at the news. “That’s really terrible.”

Martina nodded. “Sebastian might believe that Arturo knew of this, but of course, he didn’t, and neither did Orlando and Silvio. He certainly believes that I knew of it, considering my position on staff at the time and now, but I did not know of it then either. Had I known, I would have told him and prepared a car to take him.”

“I believe you.”

Martina’s gaze was something sad but grateful. “It is not you who I must ask forgiveness from. There was… another incident, but that’s not for me to discuss.”

Of course, that got Isla’s curiosity booming even more, but considering how Martina looked now, she didn’t dare ask what the
incident
had been. She could’ve been talking about the murder for all Isla knew. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Martina shook her head. “I should not even be speaking of this with you. It’s a private matter between Mr. Calendri and his family.”

“Right, sorry. I didn’t mean to pry,” Isla said quickly.

She knew better than to take offense. She wasn’t part of the family, after all. Not even a friend. Not yet, at any rate, and even then it still wouldn’t be any of her business.

She was just kind of… falling into all of this.

“I was not blaming you for speaking to me, but it is unprofessional for me to be speaking like this to you,” Martina said, looking very disappointed with herself.

Isla smiled. “I might have that effect on people. I always talked like a regular person to Peggy. You can blame it on that.”

Martina returned her smile, though it was softer, somewhat guarded. “Is there something else I can get for you, Miss King?”

“No, I’m good… thanks.” She’d almost asked when it would be expected that Arturo would wake up and come to see her, but there were too many different meanings behind a question like that. None of which Isla wanted Martina to assume.

Martina nodded and left Isla to enjoy her breakfast and check her e-mail on her tablet.

Isla barely read anything, and she could hardly even focus on her food before it got cold.

Why
had
she wanted to ask that about Arturo? What did it matter when he got up? She wasn’t going to go and see him, so she didn’t need to know when he’d be ready for her.

If he even wanted to have sex with her at all. He could still be tired after he woke up and not in the mood for a five-star romp.

And what was that weird tightening in her stomach when she thought about that? The sex was good, but it was nothing to feel sorry for if she couldn’t get it.

Sure, it had been a little boring around here, not knowing when Arturo would be coming around and thinking about how good it had been when he’d put her over this very table and had his way with her.

Isla’s face still burned when she thought about how he liked to keep her legs around his thighs, and it was kind of nice. The orgasms were pretty great. Okay, spectacular, and when she’d finally taken Arturo up on his offer to go shopping, even taking Jane with her for the fun, it still hadn’t been enough to take her mind off it.

Whatever it was.

The next time Isla had gone out, she’d had to go without Jane because she’d honestly just been sick of all the questions, asking her if she was all right. Was she sure? Was Arturo hurting her? She had also suggested maybe there was a good lawyer they could get to make him pay for the bullshit contract.

Isla had thought about the lawyer bit for about two whole seconds before she dismissed the idea. Not because she thought she didn’t have a case, but because she didn’t want to sue for her family’s company back and she definitely didn’t want to accuse Arturo of sexually abusing her when she was here of her own free will.

No, that option was one she wouldn’t even consider looking into, and she had to make it perfectly clear to Jane that she wasn’t to try anything either. She wasn’t about to make things harder for Arturo just because Jane thought Isla was a little sad.

Which she most definitely was not.

What the hell had she even been thinking about again? Arturo coming to see her? Yeah, that was it. Isla was only thinking about this because it had been so long since he’d fucked her, and now that she’d had it, she could honestly say that she wanted more of it. She wanted to get laid, and she wanted it to be done in whatever way Arturo wanted.

He was so good in bed, it was practically stupidity to not let him take the lead. If anything, this wasn’t just about getting the company back anymore. This was about Isla discovering herself, about the sexual needs she didn’t even know she had, and about how she liked being treated in bed.

With the way she was thinking about it all now, one might think she’d found a dom billionaire like in
Fifty Shades
or something.

Not quite.

Arturo would be up in a couple of hours, so it was for the best if she used them wisely and worked. After breakfast, she was determined to finish her e-mails and get to work on her designs.

Working out on the patio seemed like a good idea. It was sunny, but there was shade so it wouldn’t be so hard to read on her tablet, and there was already a table set up out there.

Arturo had a whole outdoor living room set up that Isla was insanely jealous of. It made her not like the condo that she and Jane shared. They didn’t get something as awesome as all that.

Oh, and there was an in-ground pool.

It was pretty perfect.

The fresh morning air felt good on her skin, and she took in a deep lungful through her nose. Someone had mowed the lawn, and fresh-cut grass always smelled like watermelon to her. She loved it.

She was just about to walk over to the table to sit down, when a pair of strong hands wrapped around her waist.

She jumped and dropped her tablet, but Arturo held on tight.

His mouth came whisper-close to her ear, and his voice brought a pleasurable shiver that rippled through her body, from her arms and legs to her breasts and inner thighs. “Martina told you I was back over an hour ago, and you didn’t come to see me.”

I
sla shivered
. Arturo’s arms tightened around her, and even without looking at him, she could practically see the accusing half glare on his face. Her mind conjured the perfect image of it, and of course, even her stupid imagination had to show off how perfect he was.

She swallowed hard. “I thought you would still want to sleep.”

One of Arturo’s hands came up and brushed some of her hair out of the way of her neck, which meant his next words ghosted warmly over her skin. “I don’t need a lot of sleep. I need you.”

Another shiver.

Yeah, it had definitely been ten days. Well, longer than that, actually, if she counted the time she’d spent sulking in her room. Her time in Arturo’s house was basically half over. She was almost done, and now he was holding her again, and
God
, she’d known she’d wanted the sex, but she hadn’t thought her body would flare with this kind of heat. She hadn’t thought her sex would fill with moisture. She certainly hadn’t thought that goose bumps would pop up all over her skin, or that her heart would be palpitating like this.

All right, screw it. She’d missed it—the sex, not him. Isla turned in Arturo’s arms, putting them chest to chest. She didn’t know what to do with her hands other than to put them on the back of his neck as she stared into his hungry, dark eyes.

“And what do you need me for?”

Arturo actually growled at her. “What do you think?” he asked, and then his warm mouth was over top of hers.

She sucked in a breath while she had the chance, and then she moaned as the warm, slick length of Arturo’s tongue pressed between her lips, and on instinct, she opened for him.

He licked deep inside her mouth. One strong hand went to the back of her head, his fingers threading through her hair and gripping just tight enough to give the right amount of pain and pleasure.

And all the while, Isla held him to her as tightly as she could as her breasts were being pressed against his chest. The dress she wore wasn’t exactly made of thick material, so she could almost feel him all over her already, as if he’d already undressed her and she was just waiting for him to join her.

She had to pull away from their kiss to speak to him. “I guess we’re going to talk about the rest of my time here later?”

Arturo still had that annoyed growly look on his face, but this time it deepened, as if the question severely irritated him. “We’ll talk about that later.” Then kissed her again before she could say anything in response to that.

And with the way he kissed her, with one hand on the back of her neck and the other on the back of her head so he could angle her just the way he wanted to, Isla most certainly didn’t have anything to complain about.

Her entire body responded. She nearly popped one of her feet up like the women in those old movies did whenever they got that sort of kiss.

She barely managed to stop herself from doing it though. Barely.

Arturo was so masculine and take charge, of her sexually and of his life, that it was difficult to not be attracted to him. Actually, it was damn near impossible. She needed to be honest about these things, after all.

She was attracted to him, and this shouldn’t have been new, except it felt knew in the way that he kissed her and the way he moved her back, back, back, until she found herself being pushed down on one of the outdoor wicker sofas.

The cushion itself was incredibly soft, and Arturo still had that gleam in his eye as he loosened his tie.

Even when he was at home and just getting off a two-week working binge, he still had to wear those damned sexy, sinful suits. He probably wore them in his own house because he knew how hot Isla was for them.

“That’s a nice dress,” Arturo said, putting one knee up onto the sofa and leaning over her.

Like a predator. The good kind. The one that was going to sex her in all the right ways.

“I bought it with the shopping spree you funded.” She didn’t want to admit she’d purchased it in the hopes that he might notice and think she looked good in it. The blue flair dress went to just above her knees, so it showed off her legs nicely, especially when she wore her heels, and the cleavage was low without making it look trashy. It was perfect on such a warm day. She paired it with a set of earrings and a necklace she’d made, which she thought accented her new outfit perfectly.

The fact that Arturo did notice just tickled her damned pink. When had that sort of validation become so important to her?

It didn’t matter, and as Arturo’s hot hands slid up her calves and thighs in a slow motion, she decided she didn’t care He pushed the skirt portion of her outfit up as well, until his fingers were touching the side straps of her panties and she was shivering in anticipation.

“Take them off,” she said.

He was looking down at her panties, and a slow smile spread across his mouth. “I kind of like them on you. You should keep them on.”

“What?” She didn’t get it, why did he constantly want to have them on when he took her?

Arturo smiled and simply pushed the thin, lacy material out of the way, exposing her sex to him completely.

The cool air against the lips of her sex made Isla shiver again, but then she adjusted and the air felt warm once more. Suddenly, it was as though the veil that had fallen on them when Arturo had come up behind her and put his arms around her was ripped away. Someone could see her. Someone would come out here and they’d see her spread out like this.

She tried to get up, but he put a hand on her chest. “What?”

“Someone will see us.”

“So?”

She jerked back at that. “You don’t care if anyone sees us?”

Why did she always seem to be getting in these positions with him? And why did he never seem to care?

Arturo’s eyes slid down her body, stalling at her sex, which made Isla’s face burn, right before he looked back into her eyes. “If anything, the only thing anyone will see will be my ass before they see me doing this.”

He let his fingers slide up and down the wet length of her sex, into the lips, and up and around her labia. His wet fingers brushed against her clit, and Isla moaned and trembled. She struggled to keep her eyes open, but she couldn’t.

“Tell me to stop and I will, but unless you give me a firm no, I’m going to go ahead and assume that everything else is a firm
yes
, because that’s what it will be. Tell me now before it’s too late,” Arturo said.

So unfair when he was making her feel this good; how was she supposed to think straight?

He did have a point, though, at least when it came to what people would be seeing, if anyone happened to walk outside at all.

Arturo would be between her legs. It would be obvious who he was with, but no one would see any part of her body. Even as he loosened his pants, nothing actually came off.

“I’m waiting,” he said, and then he hooked those amazingly wonderful fingers inside of her.

Isla’s spine arched, and she moaned. She couldn’t stop herself. “Yes! All right?”

She glared at him, and that excited spark in Arturo’s eyes wasn’t exactly something she’d expected when she did that, but she couldn’t say it wasn’t welcome either. It was fucking amazing.

And then he leaned in and kissed her just as he stroked his fingers deeper inside of her body. He captured and swallowed her moan, and Isla put her hands all over him, touching everywhere she was able to reach—his hair, his face, his jaw—and then her fingers found the buttons of the white, collared shirt he still had on, and she frantically moved to undo them at a pace that suggested she was trying to pull a bomb off him.

Then his chest was exposed and all hers to see. Her fingers immediately moved to his brown nipples, and she pinched and tweaked them. It was how she liked being touched, so she hoped it was the same for him.

He groaned, and his eyes took on a serious note as he pulled his fingers from Isla’s body. They were slick and shiny from being inside of her, and he brought them to his mouth. She had never seen a man lick his finger after it had been inside of her before.

“That’s gross,” she said, almost instinctively.

“How do you figure it’s gross? Haven’t you ever had a man go down on you?”

How was it possible that her body could still even heat up like this? There shouldn’t be anything left in her to blush about after going through all of this.

“Of course I have.”

“Well? What do you think he’s swallowing when he does that?”

Isla groaned, but then Arturo was leaning down and pulling her hips up until his face was between her legs. “You don’t think this is gross, do you?”

He didn’t give her a chance to answer before she felt his wet, soft tongue licking against the folds of her sex and then pushing inside.

Her body tensed, and she let out a tiny squeak before she moaned from the pleasure. The warmth inside of her was to the bursting point, and she would’ve come if she hadn’t pushed at Arturo’s shoulders.

“Wait, stop that. Stop.”

To his credit, he pulled back immediately, but then,
oh, God
, she could see some of her slick juices on his mouth before he wiped his wrist across it.

She grabbed his open shirt and yanked him up. “Inside me. Your cock. Right now.”

Arturo’s eyes danced. “Knew you weren’t such a good girl.”

He was never going to let her live that label down it seemed.

But then it didn’t matter as he climbed on top of her. “Are you still on the pill?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Do it. Hurry up.”

He did. She barely had the chance to get a look at his cock, dark and heavy as it was, before it vanished inside of her, stretching her wide, and she cried out, a sharp noise that was sure to draw some sort of attention, but it didn’t matter.

She didn’t care who saw her anymore. She wanted to get off. That was her new life’s mission, and if she didn’t get her way, and soon, there would be extreme hell to pay.

Arturo delivered. Even as Isla gasped for him to push deeper, fuck her harder, he gave her everything she needed.

Her legs were curled around his hips and he was leaning over her body. He was staring at her as he grunted with each forward and back motion of his hips. She didn’t understand what he was looking at, but she wasn’t exactly concerned about it either since that burning and building sensation inside of her was still taking over. It was so damned strong and good that she couldn’t put much thought into the way he was looking at her.

The way he kissed her sure was sweet thought. Isla closed her eyes; it was that kind of kiss. Arturo’s free hand cupped her cheek and slid into her hair. She let her hands do the same. She liked this. She liked touching him while he was kissing her and having sex with her.

That was about when she’d noticed the motion of his hips had slowed down. Not by a lot, but enough for her to notice it.

Was it because he was putting more effort into kissing her? That was a first. Kind of romantic, actually.

So long as no one saw her with her legs in the air.

But then she felt her orgasm building within her. It was right there, swelling to the bursting point in her lower belly as Arturo made her body bounce back and forth on the sofa.

Then she was
there
. Her orgasm bloomed inside of her, rushing throughout the rest of her body like a wave and she was swept away with it.

Her body clenched. Her thighs and legs tightened around Arturo’s waist, her arms squeezed around his shoulders, holding him close, and her sex constricted around his cock as she rode out the wave.

Arturo groaned. His mouth fled from Isla’s lips and moved to her throat and collarbone. The motion of his hips jerked as a warmth spread inside of her that left her satisfied on a primal level.

It definitely put a smile on her face as he practically collapsed on top of her.

His warm breath against her throat, the sound of his thumping heart, it was all so… comfortable. She didn’t have any other word to describe it.

And she was buzzing. She was still riding that heart-thumping high that came after having a good orgasm.

And Arturo still wasn’t moving.

Not that she minded. His body heat was kind of nice, and she liked the idea of touching and holding him like this after what they’d just done, but it seemed… not like him.

“Are you okay?” she asked, still running her hands over his back and through his hair.

He pulled back from her, his movements slow. His face was lightly flushed from the sex, but now, as he looked at her, she couldn’t figure out what it was he was actually looking at.

More like he was looking for something.

Arturo shook his head, pulling himself away from her and letting Isla lower her dress back down. “Nothing’s wrong,” he said, which was only weird because he didn’t say anything else. He just stood up, righted his clothes, not quite to where he looked as though nothing had happened, but he definitely looked a lot more presentable than she did as she tried to straighten her hair.

She couldn’t see herself, but she could just tell her hair was all over the place. She probably looked like she just rolled out of bed.

When she looked up at Arturo, he quickly looked away from her. His face was a hard mask, almost back to when she’d walked into his office that day to beg for her family’s company back.

“My brothers wanted to thank you. For thinking of them by sending their pillows and clothes over.”

He wanted to talk about that now?

“Oh, well, tell them they’re welcome?” It came out sounding like a question, but she honestly didn’t know what to say. She’d done it as much for him, more for him, than for them.

“Have you arranged for dinner with your family yet?” Arturo asked.

“They know I want to bring you over, but you’ve been so busy—”

“Ask them if they’ll be available tonight. I’ll have something set up for your parents by tonight at seven.”

“Okay,” she answered, but Arturo was already walking away from her.

She just sat there when he was gone. She even looked around herself, just to make sure it wasn’t all in her imagination. She saw her tablet still on the floor, and she went to pick it up before looking off in the direction Arturo had fled in.