Billionaires, Bad Boys, and Alpha Males (140 page)

Red’s eyebrows rose a little.
 
“Yells at her?
 
For what?”

“Stupid things.
 
Spilling a drink.
 
Stuff like that.”

He shook his head.
 
“Poor girl, getting stuck with that
maniac.
 
Of course, they probably
say the same things about us.”

Nicole came closer.
 
“And she also said that he’s struggling
with Jameson International.”

Now Red truly perked up.
 
He sat forward in his chair and his face
got intense.
 
“Struggling?
 
In what way?”

“She wasn’t specific.
 
She just said that maybe you were the
lucky one in that deal.”

He swished his scotch around his glass
again.
 
“Wow, that’s surprising.”

“I feel badly that I even told you this
stuff.
 
She’s my friend and I’m
running up here and telling you all of her secrets like I work for The Rag or
something.”

Red laughed.
 
“Relax.
 
I’m not going to tell anyone.”

“I feel badly.”
 
Nicole shook her head.
 
“Anyway, she helped me make a decision
about who to hire to replace me.
 
That’s why I really wanted to come talk to you.”

“Oh?”
 
He seemed less interested now.
 

“I think we should hire Rick.
 
That’s what my gut tells me.”

He smiled enigmatically.
 
“That’s what I figured.”

“What does that mean?”

He cocked his head at her.
 
“What does what mean?”

“You say that like I’m being a
predictable silly girl or something.”

“Not at all,” Red laughed.
 
“But you do seem really tense right
now.”

“I am.
 
I’ve been stressing over this hiring
stuff.”

“Relax.
 
It’s not a big deal.”

“That’s what Danielle told me, too.”

“Maybe you should listen to her,” Red
said.
 
He was looking at Nicole
carefully, studying her.
 
“I think I
know what your problem is.
 
Why
you’re really so tense.”

“What’s that?”

His eyes suddenly changed, flashing with
that familiar hungry look as he watched her.
 
“I think you need more direction.
 
I think you need to get out of those
constricting clothes you’re wearing.”

Suddenly, her nipples had stiffened under
her shirt.
 
The truth was, she did
feel rather constricted in these clothes.
 
She was wearing tight jeans and a black sweater and it was all too
clingy—the fabric chafed.
 
“I
think maybe you have a point about my clothes,” she admitted, her voice husky
with desire for more talk.

He looked her up and down from where he
sat.
 
Red sipped his scotch and then
tilted the mostly empty glass in her direction.
 
“Take your shoes off,” he said.

Nicole reached down and removed her black
boots.
 
Now she was standing in the
study in her bare feet.
 
The cool
hardwood floor of the study felt nice against the soles of her feet.
 
She was sweating a little, suddenly
hotter than she’d been a moment ago.
 

“Now I want you to remove your sweater,”
he told her.

Nicole gratefully pulled her sweater over
her head and then let it drop to the floor.
 
She was wearing only her black bra,
panties and jeans now.
 
The air in
the room felt nice against her bare skin.
 
And she liked very much the way Red was staring at her body.

She could feel her hardened nipples
poking through the sheer fabric of her lacy black bra.
 
Thinking about that made her juices begin
to flow, and suddenly she was hit with a wave of heat in her lower parts.

Red licked his lips.
 
“Take your breasts out and play with
your nipples.
 
And I want you to
look at me while you do it, Nicole.”

Her heart was beating faster and faster
as she stood in front of her man and looked at him as he watched her.
 
Nicole felt very vulnerable, but at the
same time she loved how intimate this was.
 
She loved seeing how much he wanted her, how turned on he got by her
naked body.
 
She undid her bra and
let it fall to the floor at her feet.
 

She wasn’t really an exhibitionist at
heart, so touching her breasts in front of Red was slightly
embarrassing—and yet she couldn’t help but be turned on by it too.
 
The discomfort was part of the excitement,
knowing that he was pushing her out of her comfort zone, but also knowing she
could trust him completely at the same time.

“Play with your nipples,” he
instructed.
 
His voice was low and
seductive as he spoke.

Nicole began touching her own nipples,
which were stiff and excited.
 
She
moaned a little as she got them even harder.
 
Now her legs were starting to quiver and
shake with need.

Red took another drink from his glass and
then it was empty.
 
He wiped his
hand against his full lips.

 
Nicole thought how much she wanted those
lips on her breasts right now, sucking and licking.
 
Thinking about that made her moan again
as she continued to toy with her sensitive nipples.

Red’s dark eyes were steady on her, never
wavering.
 
“Take your pants off.”

Nicole took a deep breath.
 
This was what she wanted. She wanted to
be totally bare and completely vulnerable and open before him—hiding
nothing.
 
This was what she’d been
missing lately, since both of them had gotten so busy with their separate tasks
and responsibilities.

She pulled her pants down and then
stepped out of them.
 
They lay in a
crumpled heap on the floor beside her shoes and bra, like a skin she’d shed.

Nicole was completely nude, in his study,
but for her little black thong panties.
 
And she was so wet for him that the front of the panties were clinging
to her pussy.

Red was staring directly at her panties,
too.
 
His nostrils flared.
 
“Play with your pussy,” he said.
 
“I want you to rub your clit.”

Nicole bit her lower lip as she slid her
hand slowly down, past her belly, down further to her panties, which she slid
aside easily to touch her bare entrance.
 
There was stubble from her last shave, and the skin was cool and dry
until she reached the heat from her need.
 
Then it became hot like a furnace, only it was also wet, dripping wet,
and as she moved her fingertips slowly over her mound, she thought she’d never
been this moist for him.

“Rub that clit,” he said again.
 
“Rub it fast but do not come.”

Nicole started to rub her clit in front
of him, closing her eyes briefly from the intensity of it.

“Open your eyes, Nicole.
 
Look at me.”
 
His voice boomed out at her.

She opened her eyes immediately and
stared at him, her chin quivering, her legs shaking as she rubbed herself
furiously.
 
“Oh, God.
 
Oh, God,” she whispered.

She was picturing his face between her
legs, his lips on her as she rubbed, and it was making her need to come.
 
The force of it was building with
uncontrollable fury.

“You’re not going to come until I tell
you to,” he reminded her.
 
“Understood?”

She nodded, having trouble focusing on
his eyes with the amount of energy thrumming through her naked body.
 
Her feet clenched to the floor as she
encountered a wave of ecstasy rolling through her.
 

Red stood up slowly, walked the few steps
towards her.
 
As he came closer she
could smell his cologne and feel his heat.
 
He was another raging fire meeting up with her own.

His dark hair was falling across his
forehead in that way that she found irresistible, and his strong, fit body was
like a magnet to hers.
 

But it was his eyes more than
anything—those eyes, like two deep, dark pools that beckoned her to fall
in and drown in their sweet depths.
 
She’d already fallen in some time ago, and now she wanted to do it again
and again.

When he reached her, Red was still holding
his empty glass.
 
He touched it to
her breasts, caressing her nipples with the edge of the glass, pressing it
against her flesh.
 
The sensation
caused her to shiver and laugh.
 
He
slid the glass all the way down her belly and then he leaned down and placed it
next to her clothes, on the floor.

Now his head was down where she was
hoping it would be.
 
How did he
always seem to know what she secretly wanted?
 
It was as if he truly could read her
mind and know her deepest desires, she thought.

Red pulled her panties down, her last
defense against his touch, and they fell to her ankles.
 
Now she was truly naked before him.

He spread her apart and his tongue
flicked her clitoris, and then he was sucking on her, kissing her deeply.
 
She put her hands in his thick, curly
hair and pulled him into her as he continued to ravage her, his lips and tongue
knowing exactly where to go and doing it with expertise and finesse.

“Red, I’m going to come,” she cried.

He pulled away.
 
“Don’t you dare,” he said.
 
He grabbed her buttocks in his hands and
pulled her into him again, and his tongue went so deep she couldn’t believe it,
and he was fucking her with his mouth now.

She was grinding her lips, her head
thrown back in ecstatic bliss as Red was going to make her come and there was
nothing she could do to stop it.
 
A
deep, unbearable groan escaped her lips.
 
“Fuck,” she said.
 
Her body
shuddered from repressing her climax.
 
It was a deep, internal moan of pleasure and pain and submission to his
will.

Time seemed to slow down.

She’d never, ever, ever, felt this
sensation—like being on a different planet.
 
A dark, forbidden planet where the stars
were black and the air was warm and her body was filled with space and heat and
flames.

Nicole opened her eyes, shaking her head
to get rid of the mild hallucination she’d just experienced.
 

“Lay down on your back,” he commanded.

Slowly, because she could barely keep her
balance at this point, Nicole lowered herself to the floor.

“Keep those fucking legs spread,” he told
her.
 
His voice was shaking with
desire and she knew that this was harder on him than it was on her.

She lay back and kept her legs open.
 
Red was on his knees, and he was dipping
his head down once more, his mouth on her again.

She was so wet that Nicole was surprised
she had any saliva left in her mouth.
 
She thought her pussy must have used all the available water in her
entire body.
 
Her head rolled back
and forth in total denial of the climax that wouldn’t be denied.
 
“I can’t take it,” she cried out.
 
“Red, please.
 
Please let me come.
 
Oh.
 
Oh, please.”

She’d never begged like this.

It spurred him on to lick her faster, to
thrust his tongue deeper, to use his lips even more expertly on every fold of
skin, every part of her he could suck and kiss and touch.
 
His mouth worked on her, daring her to
come and daring her not to come.

She grabbed his head and helped him to
fuck her with his mouth, her hips pumping up to his face.
 

And then she pounded the floor with her
fist because she needed to come and he had denied her continuously.

Finally, she was starting to gasp and
pant.
 
Red pulled up and looked at
her with a devilish grin.
 
“Now you
can come, Nicole.”
 
And he dove back
to her wetness and forced himself into her with relish and abandon.

Nicole came rapidly, screaming with
delight as his hands rubbed up and down on her hips, rocking her into him,
knowing how to make her climax even more intensely with his hands and his lips
and his tongue.