Billionaire Matchmaker: Complete Series (Contemporary Romance) (6 page)

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he driver took the highway heading south and away from the
city. It surprised me. I had expected to meet Jake at some fancy restaurant in
the city.

“Where are we going?” I asked, once he had taken an exit.

He looked at me through the rearview mirror, his driving cap
shading his eyes. “Can’t say Miss. Boss’s orders.”

“I’ll find out soon enough,” I replied. “You might as well
tell me now.”

He shrugged his shoulders and turned his head forward to
concentrate on driving. I breathed out a disappointed sigh and looked out the
window at the passing scenery. My eyes weren’t really focusing as I thought
about my earlier encounter with Jude. I got an uncomfortable feeling in my gut
thinking about him alone in my apartment. There was a niggling voice in the
back of my mind telling me it wasn’t a good idea—that I couldn’t trust him. I
gave my head a tiny shake, trying to clear the negative thoughts. I should be
focusing on the night ahead, I thought.

We pulled into an airport and drove straight to the terminal
where a private jet was waiting along with another black town car. Jake was
outside talking to the pilot and turned his head as my car approached. I got a
sudden feeling of butterflies in my stomach. It was silly. I’d been sleeping
with this man for weeks now; he’d seen every inch of me and done things to my
body no one else ever had, and here I was feeling like a nervous school girl on
a first date.

Once the driver had pulled up to the other town car, he
stopped and stepped outside. I could see Jake excuse himself from the pilot and
head towards us. Coming around to my side of the car, the driver opened the
door for me and handed me out. Jake stopped in his tracks once I stepped out.
He looked a little surprised before a slow appreciative smile spread across his
lips. I smoothed my dress in front of me and smiled back at him, trying to tamp
down the giddiness bubbling up within me.

Jake looked as dashing as I’d ever seen him. He looked like
the epitome of debonair elegance in his dark gray bespoke suit and crisp white
shirt and black tie. His sandy brown hair was slicked back, though a lock of
hair had broken free and rested against his forehead. I had a sudden urge to brush
that lock back, but clenched my fist at my sides. His dark blue eyes glinted
with amusement as he looked at me.

“Like what you see?” I teased when he approached me.

“Very much,” he replied, a smile tugging on his lips.

“You’ve been very secretive. Are you going to tell me what
this is all about? Where are we going?” I asked.

“It’s a surprise,” he replied. He took my hand and led me
towards the private jet. Looking up close, I noticed the plane was emblazoned
with his corporate logo on the side. Of course it would be his private jet.
What kind of a billionaire would he be without one? I thought wryly.

Jake quirked an eyebrow at me as if reading my thoughts.
“After you,” he said, waving me in front of him to climb the steps into the
plane.

“I hope you’re not planning any transcontinental flight,” I
warned, once I had been seated. “I didn’t bring my passport with me.”

“Don’t worry, we won’t go far,” he assured me.

“Just how far is far?” I asked, my curiosity eating away at
me.

Jake shook his head, faint amusement lighting his eyes.
“Just relax and enjoy the ride,” he said. “We’ll be there soon enough.”

“Can I ask what we’ll be doing?” I prod.

He shrugged, “You can ask, but I’m still not going to tell
you.”

“Ugh,” I mumbled frustration straining my voice. “I hate
secrets.”

Jake laughed at my whining, the crinkles deepening around
his eyes giving him a carefree appearance. I’d never seen him so light hearted
and playful. Intense, cynical, brooding, sensual, I’d seen those sides of him.
This new playful side was something that I could get used to.

The pilot’s voice over the intercom interrupted our
conversation. Jake took the opportunity to get up and reach behind the bar for
a bottle of champagne. He poured two glasses out and carried them in his
leisurely way.

“To the start of a wonderful night,” he toasted once he had
handed me my glass.

Jake sank back in his seat, surveying me through his keen
eyes. The plane had just taxied on the runway and was about to take off. The
roar of the jet engines momentarily distracted me and I stared out the window
while taking another sip of the champagne. My eyes kept drifting back to look
at Jake though, like some magnetic attraction I couldn’t fight. Jake hadn’t
taken his eyes off me, not feeling the same kind of nerves I was feeling. His
gaze was disconcerting, sending a flush of heat up my neck.

“Do you like making me nervous?” I asked, unable to take it
any longer.

“Do I make you nervous?” he drawled lazily.

“Yes you do, actually. Don’t act like you’re surprised by
it. I’m sure you’ve perfected the art of making people nervous,” I replied,
daring him to contradict me.

He shrugged, the picture of nonchalance. “I won’t say it’s
not an advantage.”

I looked out the window as the plane started down the runway
for takeoff. What was I doing here with this man? Was this my life now—jet
setting with a handsome billionaire to undisclosed locales? I marveled.

“You look stunning this evening,” Jake said, breaking into
my thoughts. “I don’t know if I’ve already told you that.”

“Thank you,” I reply, pleased with myself.

“Did you have any problems with the credit card?” he asked.

“I didn’t use your credit card.”

A look of disappointment briefly crossed his face before
being replaced by a bland expression.

“Oh really? I hope it didn’t put you out too much,” he said,
looking at my dress.

I bit down on the inside of my cheek to suppress the cutting
reply that threatened to spill out. I couldn’t entirely erase the annoyance
from my voice when I replied, “I can afford to buy my own clothes, thank you
very much.”

Jake seemed caught off guard by my strong reaction, but that
didn’t break his calm demeanor. A minute lift of that perfect eyebrow, and a
murmured “My apologies” were all the reaction I got from him.

“By the way,” I said, digging into my purse, “here’s your
credit card back.”

“I’m sorry if you were offended by my presumption. I didn’t
think it would be a big deal,” he said, slipping the credit card into the inner
pocket of his suit jacket.

“I just don’t like to feel like a ‘bought woman’. I’m
perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” I said.

“I can see that. I was just trying to make it easier on you.
Many people wouldn’t have been prepared for this unexpected trip. I didn’t want
you to inconvenience yourself any more than you had to,” he added contritely.

My resentment went out the window with his confession. I was
surprised at his thoughtfulness. It brought a warm smile to my face to think
that he was thinking of me.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “Fact is, you didn’t
inconvenience me at all. You actually did me a favor.”

“A favor?” he asked, surprised. “How so?”

“You gave me an opportunity to wear this dress. It’s just
been sitting in my closet for years.”

“I’m glad I could be of service,” he said, nodding his head
in my direction.

My stomach grumbled involuntarily amid the silence in the
cabin.

“Have you eaten anything today?” Jake asked, a note of
concern in his voice.

“I must’ve forgotten,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders. My
mind had been laser focused on preparing for tonight, that I had forgotten to
eat.

“You need to eat more,” he admonished. “You should be taking
better care of yourself.”

“I think I can stand to skip a few more meals,” I joked,
patting the soft rounded pouch of my belly.

“I don’t agree,” Jake answered seriously. He unbuckled his
seat belt and headed towards the refrigerator by the bar. “I’m sure there must
be something in here to eat.”

“It’s fine. I’ll eat when we land. You do have dinner
planned for us, don’t you?” I asked.

“You should eat something now.”

Jake bent his long lean form down in front of the mini
fridge, rummaging through the items in there. Thoughts of food were quickly
replaced by how sexy he looked in his dress slacks. The soft cashmere fabric
hugged his body to perfection. Memories of his naked body the night before
came unbidden into my mind. He was so goddamn gorgeous, I sometimes didn’t
think he was real—like a Greek statue come to life. And he wanted me. Reliving
the scenes of him taking me and using my body for his pleasure and bringing me
to orgasm over and over again sent a tingling sensation deep within me. I
suddenly had a hunger for something other than food.

“There doesn’t seem to be anything to eat in here,” he said,
looking at me sheepishly.

“Hmm, well I’m sure there must be something else I can
nibble on,” I said, looking at him intently. He caught the heated desire in my
eyes, and his expression changed in an instant at my words. His eyes bore into
mine, his lust plain to see. It excited me to think I could turn him on so easily.
I wanted Jake to take me right then and there on the plane.

“I think you’re right,” he said getting up and walking
towards me.

He moved with the fluid grace of a panther prowling in the
jungle. Gone was the easy nonchalance, and in its place was a hungry animal
ready to ravish me.

“Come,” he said, grabbing my hand and lifting me from the
seat.

“Where are we going?”

“To my bed.”

“You have a bed on the plane?” I asked, as I followed him to
the back of the plane.

“Of course.”

“Why am I not surprised by that?”

“No more questions.” He kissed me on my lips, preventing me
from saying anything else.

His arms rested against the wall on either side of my head
as he brushed his body flush against mine. I ran my hands through his hair,
mussing up his impeccably styled locks, and groaned against his lips.

“Come in here,” he said, breaking away from the kiss and
turning the knob on the door behind him. Jake stepped aside when I entered. The
room had a large queen size bed that took up most of the space. Jake closed and
locked the door before turning his attention to me.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered me, as he loosened the silk tie
around his neck.

I kicked off my heels and scooted on the bed. “So you want
something to nibble on, eh?” he asked. His eyes raked over me, settling on my
heaving breasts. The front of his pants evidenced his desire for me and I
licked my lips in anticipation.

“Take off your dress,” he commanded, eyeing me intently.

I did as I was told, shimmying myself out of my dress and
tossing it over the chair by the bed. I was feeling giddy with excitement. I’d
never made love on a plane before, much less a private jet. It was a new
experience and I knew it would be amazing, especially with Jake. He looked me
up and down appreciatively as I lay on the bed in my black panties and matching
bra.

“Take everything off,” he said once he had gotten his fill
of looking at me.

I made quick work of discarding my undergarments and sat on
my heels waiting for his next move. Jake dug in the draw of the dresser behind him
and pulled something out. I craned my neck to see but couldn’t make it out,
only that it was black. When he turned back to face me he had a mischievous
smile on his lips.

“Come here,” he said.

I scooted forward on the bed, curiosity eating me up. Jake
pulled out a black contraption with metal hooks and loops.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“You’ll find out soon enough. Now turn around and close your
eyes.”

His tone brooked no argument and I knew I wouldn’t get any
answers out of him, so I did as I was told. Besides, it was fun and exciting
not knowing what was coming next. I felt a cool soft material against my face
and over my eyes. Jake tightened the fabric over my eyes so that I was
completely blind.

“I’m going to tie you up. Put your hands behind your back,”
Jake ordered.

I’d never been blindfolded and tied up before. It was a
vulnerable position to be in but I knew I could trust Jake. He grasped my right
wrist and I felt a soft velvety fabric brush against it before being tightened.
Jake did the same to my other wrist and hooked the two together. I tried to
pull my hands apart to test the tension and felt the constraining bonds hold me
tightly in place. There wasn’t much lax in the bonds.

I felt utterly at Jake’s mercy, and it excited me more than
I could have believed. Being bound and blindfolded heightened my other senses
and made me hyper aware of each new sensation. My ears perked up as I heard
Jake unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. It made a jingling sound as his
belt buckle hit the floor. I turned my head in the direction of the sound
reflexively even though I knew I wouldn’t be able to see anything. I was
picturing Jake standing there naked in all his glory. I’d seen enough of him in
that state to get an accurate idea in my head of what he looked like. I felt
large warm hands grasp my hips and pull me back towards the edge of the bed.

“Bend down and put your ass in the air,” he told me as he
pushed my head down. I felt completely exposed, yet in my own little world at
the same time. I could feel the warmth emanating from Jake’s body and knew he
was standing so close to me. My body grew wet in anticipation of what he was
going to do next. I arched my ass up in the air and spread my legs apart wider,
waiting for him. Instead, I felt a stinging slap across my bare bottom.

“Ow!” I yelled shocked. My body tensed up and I drew my legs
together at the unexpected pain.

“Keep your ass in the air,” he demanded as his hands pulled
my hips back up.

“What did you hit me for?” I asked.