HONEY GIRL (Part 1): BILLIONAIRE Book Two (3 page)

God.

I’d
accused Alexander of being obsessive when it came to me but I was equally
guilty.  Either that or I was going mad.  I didn’t even care at this point.  I
just wanted to see him again.  Now.  I was having some crazy withdrawal
symptoms.

“Here’s
the conference room,” Gwen was saying.  “This is where this morning’s meeting
will be held.  I’ll leave you to it if you’d like to set up.  There’s coffee on
the table in the corner and breakfast will be served at nine fifteen.  Mr.
Wolfe should be here any minute.”

“Great. 
Thanks for the tour, Gwen.  I really appreciate it.”

“We
should have lunch sometime,” she suggested.  “I’ll introduce you to a few more
of the
Skyscraper
staff.  It’s a great bunch of people.”

“I’d
love that.”

“We’ll
set something up later.  I’ll see you after the meeting.”

Then
she left and I was alone in the large conference room.  Out the windows, the
view was more closed in down here on the seventh floor and, weirdly, I used
this detail to ground myself.  To remind myself of the new rules and
restrictions. 
He’ll be here soon.  You can appreciate his beauty from afar and
save the rest for later.

I
was placing the print-outs of the agenda around the table when Alexander swept
in like a stormy-eyed, billionaire monsoon.  I swear the temperature in the
room spiked by several degrees.  His energy filled the space, crowding around
me like sultry, tropical warmth.  He closed the door.

He
looked almost windblown, like he’d been rushing.  Even from across the room, I
could detect his relief. 
He’d rushed so he could see me. 
A little
fissure in my heart seemed to open a fraction wider with the realization that
he needed me so much.  That I wasn’t the only one suffering from this
full-blown addiction.

Alexander
was dressed in a beautifully-cut three-piece suit.  He looked clean and hastily-groomed
and gorgeous.  His hair was still damp from his shower and it was a little too
long, curling over his collar.  It had been a while since I’d seen him dressed
up and the effect shot straight to the pit of my stomach.  The combination of
his wild ferocity, contained as it was in his business clothes, was dazzling. 
Almost too much to bear. 
I want to rip those clothes off him.  I want to
bite him and hold him down as I entice him with my naked body.

Damn.

He
placed his leather briefcase at the head of the table.  But he kept his
distance, as though similarly affected.  “Honey girl,” he greeted me coolly, his
eyes predatory and his deep voice edged with a husked, controlled joy.

“You
won’t be able to call me that in the meeting,” I said, drawing closer to him, but
not close enough to touch him;
that
would be dangerous.

“No,”
he drawled, and his gaze was on my parted lips.  “But I can call you that now.”

God.
 
His voice.  So deep and gravelled.  Thick with husky intent.
  How would
this work?  How would we function like regular people when the allure was this
manic?  I tried to distract myself.  I pulled my eyes away, forcing myself to
calm down, and I continued placing the papers around the table.  “How’d it go
with Jake?  Everything okay?”

“No.
 Not even close.  He’s coming in this afternoon so we can make a plan.  The
press is in on it now, which makes everything more complicated.  And a lot more
expensive.”

I
wasn’t used to seeing him so on edge.  Most of the time we’d spent together,
he’d been relaxed.  Okay, not relaxed … intense.  But easy enough to placate.  The
urge to comfort him now was too strong.  I went to him, allowing myself one
little indulgence: my fingers smoothed an unruly strand of his hair into place. 
“Is there anything I can do?”

He
opened his leather briefcase, as though to distract himself.  “We’ll see him
later on.  We’ll have to go through all the particulars and sort through them. 
Throw down some hush money if necessary.  I don’t know why he can’t keep it on
the straight and narrow.  My brother has a knack for pushing every boundary.”

“I’m
sure there’ll be a solution.”  I didn’t know anything about pushing legal
boundaries, insider trading, or paying off the press and/or the police.  But I
wanted to be there for Alexander, to support him in any way I could.  I was
still touching the coarse silk of his hair.  I skimmed my fingers along the
line of his jaw, loving the endlessly appealing textures of him.  The
smoothness of his recent shave underlaid by a barely-detectable roughness.  The
plump curve of his lower lip.  I wished I could touch my tongue to him.  To
lightly lick his mouth.  My craving for him was pulsing in me, along with the
beat of my heart.

He
wasn’t breathing well.  His face looked almost pained.  “Lila.  Why don’t you
sit in that chair.  Or stand over there for a minute.  It’s probably not a
great idea for you to touch me right now.”

My
hand stilled, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to draw away.  “Why not?”

He
paused before giving me a gruff reply.  “Because I get a fucking raging hard-on
whenever you do.  And, as much as I enjoy raging hard-ons, they’re not ideal in
editorial meetings.”

Oh,
God. 
I wished he hadn’t told me that.  His anger
fed my desire, inflaming it.  I felt feverish. 
Alive. 
And so in love
my heart ached.

And
I couldn’t do it.

I
couldn’t
not
give in to the most potent addiction I’d ever known. 
Pleasing him, and pleasing myself.

I
glanced at the clock on the wall.  8:29.  Feigning obedience, I stepped away
from him.  Instead of sitting down, though, I walked over to the door and
flicked the lock closed.  There was a window to the hallway, a single pane of
glass that ran the length of the door, but it was tinted and opaque.

Alexander
watched me walk back over to him, his eyes wary and so dark they looked black. 
I’d gazed into them enough to know they weren’t black at all.  They were
flecked with shades of dark gold and chocolate brown.  And he could read my intent. 
“Lila --”  He was watching my face and his question got lost in his breathing,
in the intensity of his awareness of me as I stood close to him.  Very close.

“It’s
only eight-thirty,” I said.  He was watching my face.  My mouth.  He was flustered. 
I’ll admit it: I
loved
flustering him.  I crazy-loved him when his big,
musclebound body reacted to me in a way that was beyond his control.  All that
broad-shouldered, dark, masculine bravado. 
Mine
.  My basest urges were
on overdrive.  He was far too tempting.  “They won’t be here until nine.”

He
looked staggered.  Torn.  Ridiculously sexy.  The worry had eased, replaced by
a conflicted, ravenous need.  Still, he protested.  “Lila,” he said, his
sternness underlaid with raw desire.  “Be reasonable.”

I
stood on my toes, licking the lightest touch along his lower lip.  “This
is
me being reasonable.  What I
really
want to do would take much longer.”

He
stared down at me, incredulous.  But when I ran my hand over the front of his
pants, he was fully, mouth-wateringly hard.  I kissed him again, licking my
tongue between his lips.  “I know how to make you come quickly.  Let me.”

“
Damn
it
, Lila,” he growled, his breath quickening.  I was already unbuckling his
belt and he made no move to stop me.  “
Fuck
.”

“I
want you,” I whispered, kissing him again.

“Yes. 
You want me.  You have me.  And you’re going to be the fucking undoing of me. 
Which you know already.”

“I
am
going to undo you,” I crooned, owning his surrender.  I knew he
wouldn’t refuse me.  He couldn’t.  He was as needy for my touch as I was for
his.  “Like this.”  I unzipped him, reaching into his pants and grasping my
tight fist around the hot immensity of him.  “The door is locked.  No one can
see us.  No one knows what I’m about to do to you.”

His
eyes were narrowed, almost furious.  Letting me do whatever I wanted. 
Challenging
me to do whatever I wanted.

“I’m
going take you into my mouth,” I purred.  “Just the head first.  I’m going to
suck on you and use both hands to –”

“
Lila. 
Fuck
–”

“Do
you want me to stop?”

“
No
.”

I
squeezed him, working both my fists along his length in careful, provocative
strokes.  I gripped him harder, rubbing and teasing, totally focused on his pleasure.

Alexander
groaned.

I
spoke softly, murmuring the words.  “Look at you.  Look at my fingers swirling your
juice all over your big, thick cock.  See?  You’re already starting to come a
little.”

His
expression was severe.  A mixture between fury and ecstasy.  He obeyed me,
watching as I worked the silken, purpled crown of his shaft with my playful
fingers.

“Be
very quiet,” I commanded him.  I pulled a chair closer and sat down in front of
him.

“Lila,”
he breathed, as I laved my tongue over the gathering moisture, tasting him,
nipping and kissing his silky hardness.  His eyes closed.  “—
oh, God help me
.”

Again,
I touched my tongue to his hot, throbbing cock, licking across the broad end in
gentle, sweeping glides.  I took him deeper into my mouth as I held him in my
supple grip.

“
Oh,
fuck
.”

“Quiet,”
I said.

Distant
voices could be heard outside, in the offices down the hall, but there was no
one at the door.  Alexander went very still and I sucked him hungrily, easing
him deeper.  I ran my tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock as I
took him as deep as I could take it, drawing on him with building, circular
suction.  With my hands and my mouth I pumped him, increasing the pace.  He
exhaled a curse and I knew he was close.  My fingers explored secret, intimate
avenues, until his thick cum spilled into my mouth in sudden, furtive bursts. 
I swallowed as I continued caressing him with my tongue, until he was
completely spent.  I drank all of it, licking him clean.

It
took him a minute to recover.  I tucked him back into his pants and fastened
them.

“
My
God
,” he breathed, touching a finger to my chin and tipping my face up to
him.  He pulled me up and held me close.  “That was –”

“I
love you,” I whispered.

His
color was high, his eyes volatile yet awed.  He blinked, a slow, enchanted
sweep that reminded me of moonlight.  “You are so in for it tonight.”

I
smiled and stepped away from him, smoothing my clothing.  I gave him a look,
letting him know I was up for it.  For him.  For anything that had to do with
him and his promises.  “I’ll look forward to it, Mr. Wolfe,” I said, with
business-like, assistant-worthy subservience.

“So
will I, Mrs. Wolfe.”

He
stopped me in my tracks with that one. 
Mrs. Wolfe.
  Hearing him say it
sent little darts of too many emotions to name through my soul.

“All
right?” he said to me.

I
nodded.

Alexander
went to the door, unlocking it.

Just
then, two men and a woman approached the door, talking, entering.  They were
followed by nine more people.

The
meeting had begun.

Alexander    

           
Fuck.

The
team of executive editors walked into the room, talking and laughing like it
was any other day.  Like all this shit was normal.  Like I wasn’t walking some
fine line between heaven and hell.  The heaven part began to dissipate, speared
by the sudden intrusion of twelve of my top employees.

And
the hell was about to get a whole lot more intense.

I
was still trying to recalibrate after an impromptu orgasm that had been so
quick-rising and mind-blowing that I was still reeling.  I felt like my heart
was beating somewhere outside my chest, exposed and bloody for everyone to see. 
I had to glance down for a second just to make sure I was fucking zipped up.

It
was probably a good thing Lila had sucked me off five minutes ago because there
was no way I could’ve kept my cool otherwise.

Because
sitting right across the table from me was Mark fucking Faber.  A guy who’d
worked for me for five or six years, who was friendly enough, who I’d
socialized with from time to time and gotten to know, who I’d once had a
conversation with about poker and who’d ended up joining in our occasional
game.

Who’d
been there that night.

Poker
night.

With
her.

Touching
her.

What
the fuck had I been thinking?  How had I allowed things to get that out of
hand?  I’d been completely unprepared for her reaction.  Yeah, I’d revved her
up and I’d planned it that way.  For
me
.  So
I
could tease her
and torture her like she’d done to me since the minute she’d swanned into my
life like a million-watt lightning bolt of sexuality whose sole intent was to
twist my heart and my soul into roped, tightening pleasure-knots.