Billionaire Matchmaker: Complete Series (Contemporary Romance) (4 page)

He drew out the process, slowly pulling his tie off and
folding it neatly, before painstakingly undoing each button. The whole time, he
looked me in the eye, never breaking contact. I knew he was torturing me on
purpose. I couldn’t hide my rush to jump his bones, and he knew it. He was
prolonging this exquisite torture; it took all I had in me not to reach over
and rip his shirt off like he had just done mine.

Finally he reached the last button and slid his crisp white
shirt off his shoulders. His chest was nicely toned and had a light coating of
dark brown hair that tapered down to his belly. It was obvious he worked out
and took pride in his body. I licked my lips appreciatively at the perfect
specimen before me and he let out a laugh at my obvious attraction.

“You make me blush,” he joked.

“Good.” I didn’t want to chit chat; I just wanted him right
then and there. I don’t know what came over me, but I couldn’t control the
feelings that were coursing through me at that moment. I’d never been so
forward or impatient with a guy before.

“Come here,” he said. I walked the couple of steps that
separated us and dropped to my knees. I looked up at Jake who seemed
momentarily surprised before being he let out a gasp as my hand reached for his
member. I traced the outline of his erection through the soft fabric of his
boxers, feeling the firmness under my hand. Jake groaned and I could feel his
body tense. I dug my hands under the elastic of his boxers and slid them down
freeing his manhood from the constraints of the fabric.

My mouth quickly descended on his throbbing rod. It was
smooth and salty and warm. I closed my eyes, tracing my tongue under the head
and around the tip. Jake let out a deep groan as his hands dug into my hair,
guiding me back and forth over him. I looked up from my position on the ground
to see Jake with his head back and eyes closed, a look of concentration on his
face.

I loved the feeling of power and control I had at that
moment, bringing him to such pleasure. It got me excited just thinking about
it. Jake’s breathing came in shorter pants and he started working his hips back
and forth. I took him deeper and deeper in me, relishing the feel of him in my
mouth. Jake gasped and drew back, stilling my head with his hands.

“Chloe,” he panted, “get up.”

I got up from my knees and stood before him. Jake held my
face in his hands and planted a searing kiss on my lips, sucking the breath out
of me. In the back of my mind, I knew what we were doing was wrong. I was going
to regret it later on, but at the moment, I couldn’t help myself. It felt so
good and it had been so long. It’d just be this one time, I kept telling
myself.

“You’re not what I expected,” Jake said breaking apart the
kiss.

“Good,” I replied.

“You’re not very talkative now are you?” he laughed.

“Less talking, more doing.” I grabbed his shoulders and
pulled him closer to me intending to kiss him, but he scooped me up in his arms
and carried me over to my desk. He placed me on top of the desk and spread my
legs apart. My tight skirt felt constraining, so I hiked them up to my hips,
exposing my lacy thong to his view.

Jake let out an eager grin and grabbed me by my ankle as he
blazed a searing trail of kisses from my ankle up to my inner thigh. I let out
an involuntary squeal as he got closer and closer to my core. I was so ready
for him; I just couldn’t wait any longer. He lifted my leg and nibbled on the
skin on the back of my knees, continuing his slow torture. I couldn’t stand it.
My body was begging for release.

“Jake...I...need...you,” I panted.

He looked up at me, a slow smile spreading across his face.
“As you wish.”

He bent down and riffled through his pocket before digging
out a condom. Once he had placed it on, he stood between my legs and pulled me
forward toward the edge of the desk. His fingers dipped down into the heat
between my thighs, and flicked at my sensitive clit. I groaned loudly, the
pleasure was almost unbearable. He slid my thong to the side before plunging
himself into me. I tossed my head back as my eyes rolled in the back of my
head, so indescribable was the feeling. It was as if this was all that I needed
and what I had been missing in my life.

Jake drew himself out before slowly sliding himself back in.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and arched my hips up, wanting to take him
in deeper. Jake looked like he was trying very hard to control his pace, but I
couldn’t wait. I wanted it hard and fast and I wanted it now. My muscles
clenched around him as I sped up my thrusts. Jake couldn’t resist my urging and
moved in time with me, our bodies rocking against each other. I didn’t care how
loud it was or what a mess we were making, I was just lost in the moment. My
body began to tense and tighten as I writhed under him and I knew it wouldn’t
be long. I was drugged and dazed; there were no thoughts just feelings.

“Yes Yes!” I moaned digging my nails in Jake’s back. I
arched my hips and threw my head back as I felt that blissful explosion and
clenched myself tightly around him. Jake seemed to wait for me to come before
he let himself loose. He grabbed my hips as he pounded into me. It wasn’t
gentle and I loved it. Jake came with a loud grunt and I felt him pulse within
me.

We were both sweaty and exhausted. He rested his forehead
against mine as we fought to catch our breaths.

He smiled smugly at me. “You really are something else,” he
said.

“Oh you have no idea,” I replied breathlessly.

"W
hat do you mean, you have to end it?" Allison
sounded shocked and disgusted by my announcement.

"I mean, we can't keep Jake Powers as a client any
longer," I said.

"But why?" she asked confused. "He’s the
highest paying client we've ever had. I mean we could not take on another
client for 3 months and still be fine."

"I understand that, but there's nothing to be
done." It felt like I was repeating myself. I'd been trying to break it to
Allison that we were cutting ties with Jake all morning. I knew she would be
upset, but I didn't think it would hit her so hard. "We've had a
disagreement, and can no longer work together in a professional manner."

That much was true. I didn't want to get into the whole
story with Allison. I especially didn't want to tell her that I had sex with
Jake. It was the most unprofessional thing I'd ever done. I couldn't think back
on it without feeling a little ashamed. Especially after I had admonished
Sandra for doing the same. Hell, at least they were supposed to have romantic
feelings towards each other. I was the matchmaker. I wasn't supposed to be
sleeping with my client. That was a huge no-no, and if Allison ever found out,
I knew she'd ream me out. Even though she was my employee, she sometimes acted
like an annoying older sister. I could mentally picture her shaking her head
and tsking at my poor life choices.

"What happened? What disagreement would make you walk
away from that kind of money?" she asked, frustrated by my reticence.

"Listen, Allison, I don't want to talk about it."
My nerves were frayed and I couldn't stop mentally berating myself for what I
allowed to happen. Everyone expected him to be a player, but I was supposed to
know better. I was supposed to be the professional, and I'd failed miserably.
Once he set his sights on me and unleashed his well practiced charms, I was
like putty in his hands. Sure I'd put up a good fight, but we both knew it was
a matter of time before I was in his arms.

He was like my sexual kryptonite. The embodiment of all the
guys I dreamed of but never thought I'd ever have a chance with. Jake had dug a
little too deep and brought out feelings in me that I thought I had done a good
job of burying.

It had been wonderful while it lasted. I felt like another
person when I was with him—sexy, beautiful, and irresistible. Thoughts about
right and wrong and should and shouldn’t didn’t cross my mind. At least, I
didn’t let it. I wanted it to last forever, but I knew it couldn't.

He left me sated and exhausted on the couch after the third
time while he got dressed, looking as pristine as ever. Before he left, he gave
me a sweet kiss on my brow and walked out of my office without a backward
glance. I guess that was all I should have expected. If girls like Sandra and
Trista couldn't hold his attention, what chance did I have?

As I drove home that night, I quickly came down from my
high. Thoughts that I had repressed during our tryst began bombarded me;
feelings of guilt and shame. What had I done? He was a client. I knew I had to
end our agreement. I couldn't in good conscience continue setting him up with
women after we had sex. That was the height of unprofessionalism. I'd already
committed one transgression, I wasn't about to commit anymore.

I had already decided to end our arrangement when Jake
called me that morning sounding very serious and proper. He said he wanted to
meet that afternoon to discuss our future. There was no trace of any emotion or
clue that we had actually been intimate. If some random person had been taping
our conversation, they would have just thought it was business as usual. It was
actually a business meeting, but there were deeper implications as well.

If I hadn’t already decided to end it, I knew he would. He
probably got caught up in the moment like I did and regretted last night just
as much. He was probably wondering how to get rid of me with as little trouble
and hysterics as possible. Maybe he thought I’d be upset or clingy like all the
other girls he’d dumped. I’d show him. I wouldn’t mope or cry, or even be upset.
There was nothing else to be done. We’d had our one night of passion, and now
it was over.

“I hope you don’t regret it,” Allison said, pouting.

“Me too,” I murmured to myself.

I
arrived at Jake’s apartment a little early for our meeting.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it all morning and decided to just get it over
with. He greeted me at the door himself, and seemed unprepared for me showing
up so early. He was casually dressed but even in dark jeans and a plain white
t-shirt; he looked like a million bucks.

“Please have a seat, Chloe,” he said, once we had stepped
into his living room. “Would you like anything to drink?”

“No thank you,” I replied. “Let’s just cut right to the
chase. I know why you’ve called this meeting.”

“You do?” he asked, surprise coloring his tone.

“Yes, and I agree. I think we have no other choice but to
terminate our contract. After what happened last night, there is no way I can
continue working for you”.

Jake sat back in his seat and steepled his fingers together
in front of his face. He stared at me for a long time, and looked like he was
examining a rare specimen. I was beginning to get uncomfortable under his gaze.

“Well, I take it that you agree?” I asked, unable to bear
the silence.

“I do agree,” he said finally.

Even though I expected it, it still stung to have it
confirmed. This was probably the last day I would ever see Jake again, I
realized. The momentary thought produced a short stab of disappointment. I
suppressed it, and plastered a smile on my face.

“I’m glad we agree,” I said, getting up from my seat.

Jake waved his hand lazily, motioning for me to sit back
down.

“I have another arrangement in mind,” he said, looking me in
the eyes.

“Oh?”

I couldn’t keep the surprise out of my voice. He tapped his
forefinger against his lips, as he sat in thought. The silence began to stretch
before us again, and I fidgeted in my seat.

“What arrangement did you have in mind?” I asked.

Jake got up from his chair and strolled towards one of the
large windows, looking outside at the balcony. It was an ugly, grey day with
drizzling rain that sprayed against the glass. His hands were clasped behind
his back, idly rubbing his thumb across the back of his hand. He finally turned
back towards me with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

“I’m having a hard time forgetting about last night,” he
said.

My eyebrows shot up. My heart was pounding in my chest, as I
felt the heat creep up under my cheeks.

“I...I...see,” I stuttered.

Faint amusement lit his eyes as he watched my embarrassment.
“I see I’ve disconcerted you,” he said, walking back towards the couch.

“That was the last thing I expected you to say.”

“Is it? And why is that?”

“Because...uh...it’s not something...well...”

He leaned back in his chair, a mocking smile on his face as
he waited for me to continue. My embarrassment quickly turned to anger at his
expression. The gall of Jake Powers to throw last night in my face as if it
were some great big joke to him. I knew it meant nothing to him, but I stupidly
cherished last night.

“It’s not something I like to dwell on,” I said glaring at
him. “We both know it was wrong, and I can promise you it won’t happen again.”

“Now that disappoints me,” he said.

“Excuse me?”

“I said, it disappoints me that you’re ready to write last night
off as a onetime deal. I had hoped we could continue what we started last
night.”

“You do?” I asked. “But why?”

He lifted a quizzical brow, “Why not?” Jake leaned forward
in his chair, his elbows resting on his lap, as his knees brushed against mine.
He clasped his hands in front of him and looked me straight in the eye. “Don’t
tell me you didn’t enjoy it,” he said, daring me to contradict him.

I stared at him blankly, my mind racing. His close physical
contact sent an involuntary shiver through my body that I couldn’t hide. The
words seemed to be stuck in my head. What could I say to that? The fact was I
did enjoy it. A lot.

“What are you saying? You want us to have a relationship?”

He pursed his lips, and looked at me thoughtfully before
answering, “A relationship of sorts. I don’t want you to get the wrong
impression. I’m not looking for a romantic partner.”

Now it was my turn to grace him with a mocking smile. “And
what exactly is it you’re looking for,” I asked.

“A sexual partner.”

“You mean, like a fuck buddy?” I blurted out.

A brief look of distaste crossed his face before he replied,
“I prefer different terms, but yes. That is the general idea.”

“What makes you think I would even consider something like
that? You’ve got a lot of nerve propositioning me like this. I’m not one of
your bimbos you can sleep with whenever you come calling.”

“Calm yourself,” he said in a quelling voice. “There’s no
reason for you to be up in arms. I’m merely suggesting an arrangement that
would be mutually satisfying for the both of us.”

“Oh really?” I scoffed, “Mutually satisfying?”

“Yes, mutually satisfying,” he replied. “Don’t act like you
didn’t enjoy last night as much as I did. We can have a very satisfying sexual
relationship, no strings attached. “

“I’m not that type of person,” I said affronted.

“Oh? You don’t enjoy sex?” he derided.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what do you mean? I’m getting tired of your feigning
indignation. I know you want me just as much as I want you, so what is the
problem with letting yourself admit to it.”

“First of all, you are my client,” I shot back

“Were.”

“Excuse me?”

“I was your client. We have already terminated our
contract,” he said in a matter of fact tone.

“That’s beside the point.”

“Well what is your point? I’m beginning to get bored,” he
said.

“The point is that you are looking for a wife!” I retorted,
pushed to my limit. “What kind of person do you think I am to be sleeping with
someone who obviously doesn’t value me or women in general?!”

Jake seemed momentarily surprised by my outburst, and after
a stunned silence he got up from his seat and headed towards the bar, and
poured himself a drink.

“I’m sorry you feel that way,” he said, turning towards me.
“I do respect you, in fact. I respect you a lot.”

“You could’ve fooled me,” I snapped back. “You expect me to
just hop into bed with you whenever you want while you’re out there looking for
the future Mrs. Powers?”

“No, I don’t expect that at all. I have no plans to continue
my search for a wife,” he stated.

“You don’t?”

“No, I don’t. I realize now that I’ve been going about this
the wrong way. I treated it like a business deal, cold, calculated and
clinical. The truth is I’m not ready to settle down.” He took a long sip of his
drink, surveying me through his watchful eyes.

“I don’t understand,” I said. “You’ve given up the idea of
settling down?”

“I haven’t given it up,” he corrected, “just put it on hold
for the moment.”

Jake walked back towards the couch in his slow leisurely
way, oblivious to the way my pulse quickened with each step he took closer. Try
as I might to be offended and indignant, I couldn’t deny that I wanted him. I
wanted him last night, and I still wanted him right now. It could be so easy;
all I had to do was admit it, and I’d have what I wanted right now. So why
couldn’t I just bring myself to say it out loud?

“And in the meantime, you thought you would distract
yourself with me?” I asked.

“I thought we could both use some distraction,” he said,
seating himself next to me on the couch. He turned towards me, his thigh
pressing up against mine and flashed a brilliant smile that took my breath
away.

“I think you have the wrong impression of me,” I explained.
“Last night was...wasn’t me. I’ve never slept with a client before. I don’t
know what came over me.”

He leaned in close to my face; I could smell the brandy on
his breath. “I think I have a fairly accurate impression of you. I know you
want to, and there’s nothing wrong with it. Just let go.”

The soothing seductive tone of his voice cast me under his
spell. I was like putty in his skilled hands.

“Say yes,” he urged me, his lips brushing against my ear.
“Tell me you want this as much as I do.”

I closed my eyes, swallowing that little bit of doubt, and
slowly nodded my head. “Yes.”

I heard the clink of the tumbler on the coffee table before
I felt his large warm hands cup my face. When I opened my eyes, Jake looked at
me with a heartfelt look of pleasure. His eyes, which were usually cold and
mocking, only held warmth. He could have asked me anything in that moment and I
would have agreed without hesitation. My eyes trailed down to his lips, which
he curled into a teasing smile.

“Well are you going to kiss me or not?” I asked.

His hands traced down my face as he pressed his body flush
against mine. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in my ear. I felt goose bumps
form on my skin and shivered involuntarily. I closed my eyes and inhaled his
intoxicating scent; a mix of soap, expensive cologne and a hint of brandy on
his breath.

“Look at me,” he commanded. I opened my eyes and found
myself staring into his darkened blue eyes that were looking back at me with
desire and passion and something indescribable. He stared into my eyes for a
long time, not saying a word. I was in a trance, completely lost in his gaze.
Suddenly I felt cold air against my bare skin and looked down to realize that
he had taken off my shirt without me knowing.

“Oh!” I gasped. “You certainly work fast.”

“I couldn’t help myself,” he said. “You’re like a present
I’ve been dying to unwrap.”

I blushed at his compliment. His appreciation of my body
brought a smug smile to my lips.

“Well what are you going to do with me now that you’ve
unwrapped me?” I teased.

He smiled at me wolfishly. “I’ve got some ideas.”

Before I could reply, his mouth descended on mine,
effectively shutting me up. His lips were insistent, yet soft and sensual. I
dug my hands into his hair and pulled him closer, wanting something a little
rougher. He released a grunt and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I met him
thrust for thrust, our tongues intertwined in a sensual dance. Jake kissed me
like no other man had ever kissed me before. It was passionate, and all
consuming. Wrapped in his strong arms, I felt the fire burning within me even
stronger. I felt like I needed nothing more than to be wrapped tightly in his
embrace.

“Oh Chloe,” he groaned as he broke apart the kiss. He rested
his forehead against mine, his breathing coming in ragged breaths. “I need to
slow down.”

“Mmm,” I moaned, “Don’t slow down for me. I want you now.”

I glanced up to see a look of delight on Jake’s face. His
lips spread in a slow smile before he scooped me up in his arms and carried me
to the bedroom. He easily carried me with one arm while his other hand was
undoing the clasp of my skirt.

“You’re intoxicating,” he said against my skin. He placed me
in the middle of the large four poster bed and was on top of me in an instant.
He slid my skirt off my hips before he began pulling his shirt over his head. I
reached out in front of me to undo his belt, feeling impatient with desire and
lust. I wanted nothing to separate us; I only wanted to feel his bare skin
against mine.

Jake discarded his shirt easily, tossing it on the floor. I
had just undone his belt buckle and worked his pants off his hips. His arousal
was glorious to see, pressing against the fabric of his boxers and forming a
tent. I reached out and touched the soft cotton fabric that constrained his
hard shaft against my hand, feeling the warm throbbing member pulse under my
fingers.

“Chloe,” he grunted, taking my hand in his, “if you keep
doing that, this will be over far too soon.”

I licked my lips as I looked up at him, a twinkle of
mischief in my eyes. “Is that a promise?”

He made a noise that was a mix of frustration and excitement
before sliding his pants and boxers off his legs in one sweeping motion and
tossing them on the floor as well. Jake lay on top of me, pinning me down with
his weight as he supported himself by placing his arms on either side of me. I
could feel his chest hair tickle my skin as he looked down at me. I placed my
hand against his heart, feeling the rapid beating against my hand. It felt like
heaven. I wanted to stay like that forever, but at the same time I wanted so
much more.

I pulled him closer towards me; bringing my lips up for a
kiss. He brought his head down and slid his mouth against mine. His fingers
worked their way from my hips down the curve of my thigh to my calf, tickling
my skin and causing me to wiggle under him. He looked down at me; his eyes
darkened with desire and slid his body down my chest. I arch my back as his
lips closed around my puckered nipple.

“That’s nice,” I moaned digging my hands into his thick
hair. Jake's tongue licked and suckled one breast before moving to the next;
going so slowly as if he had all the time in the world. His movements were
unhurried and confident, drawing out the maximum amount of pleasure and
anticipation.

This was a man who knew what he was doing. I had never been
as turned on as I was then, drowning in the feeling of his lips and tongue on
me, tasting, sucking and teasing me. I was ready for him and needed him right
then. My body was on fire, impatient with the need to feel him in me. I wrapped
my legs around his waist and arched my hips up against him, wanting to speed
the process, but he had other plans. He brought his head up and laughed at my
eagerness.

“Somebody’s impatient,” he teased. I pouted up at him, but
he caught my bottom lip between his and nibbled softly.

“Mmm,” I moaned.

Jake worked his face down my chest, trailing fiery kisses
until he was positioned between my legs. I was wet with anticipation and my
heart was beating so fast in my chest waiting for Jake to taste me. Jake
brought his mouth down and flicked his tongue against the heat between my
thighs. I felt the tingling sensation spread from deep in my belly back out
towards my fingers and toes. The sensation was so electric; I rolled back my
eyes and dug my head back against the bed. I was so tightly wound at that
point, I was ready to come. I arched my hips against his mouth rocking back and
forth urging him on.