Romance: The Billionaire Alpha Collection (43 page)

Chapter 13

When the last suit left the boardroom, Zane walked to the wall and clicked a button.

Shades slowly dropped over the wall-to-ceiling windows, concealing us within.

The room darkened as he stalked over to me, like a panther in his black suit, the look of Beelzebub in his eyes.

“You were incredible. They love you. They were all over that show of power from you. You were amazing.”

I back away a step, still not entirely okay with everything and afraid of how much I needed him inside me again. “And you?”

“Me?” He grins down at me when he enters my personal space. Resting a palm on each of my cheeks, he asks, “What do you think?”

His powerful gaze is captivating, crippling, but I hold back.

The fact is I want him.

But if whenever he wants it, I give it, could I cope when I’m not the one he looks at in this way?

“Do you think business and pleasure should mix like this?”

His eyes search my expression before he steps back, frowning. “Why, are you saying you don’t want to?”

Even while wearing round-shouldered insecurity he’s sexy as hell.

I bridge the gap between us and thread my fingers through his.

A part of me wants to blurt out my feelings but fears watching them fall to his feet like a broken vase.

“Thing is, I’m not so good with casual, Zane. Isn’t that how people get hurt?” I shrug. “Maybe I’m too intense, or old fashioned, or whatever.”

My eyes are wet and my heart pounds through my chest.

I am strong in the boardroom but can I say no to him and mean it?

“And what if our business relationship can’t last my seeing you with another woman?” Forcing a smile past tight lips, I realize that even the image tightens my gullet. “So as much as I’d love to, you know, perhaps it’s best we remain platonic. Professional.”

His fingers tightened around mine. “Okay, if we’re being honest, lust does come all too easily for me. I’m not kidding: I must get a trillion erections a day, and I admit, not all of them will be about you.”

I scoff.

Even I wouldn’t expect that.

“Thanks, but I wasn’t talking about--”

He unlinks one hand and presses a forefinger against my lips. “Perhaps I haven’t made myself clear? We could have together, so much more interesting than great sex, don’t you think?”

Is he saying what I’m thinking?

“Maybe it’s because I’ve been unable to get you out of my head since we first met, or because I’m bored with casual flings.” Zane pushes my hair over my ears and out of my face. “All I know is for me, platonic is an awful idea.”

His words storm through my head like a herd of cattle. “Oh, but what about the business? What if we don’t work out?”

He lifts my fingers to his mouth and kisses each one. “The contract states I’m a silent partner”--kiss--“an investor only”--kiss--“so if we break up, you keep everything to do with your app.” Kiss. “You won’t lose your app or my investment...unless your app fails miserably, of course.” His dark gaze glistens. “Then you’re my sex slave for life until you’ve paid off your debt to me.”

His sex slave?

It should be insulting, but has the opposite effect.

My temperature mounts as his lips caress my fingers and I long for them to caress elsewhere.

I sigh.

“I always pay off my debts.”

“There won’t be any, I’ve no doubt. You’ll have to stick around willfully.” He aims his golden gaze at me, through long, dark lashes. “But seriously, we can slow this whole thing down if you need to, but I know you want us to be more than friends.” He rests his hand on my chest. “It’s fear holding you back. We can get over that with a little trust.”

No fair--he’s hitting me with sweetness, sexiness, and now patience and understanding.

“Pretend we just met, if you like. We can go on dates, make the transition easier for you.”

“We can?” Like I’m walking away without getting fleshy.

“Either way, I want you in my life.”

My heart thuds beneath the weight of his hand; my mind stops whirling, eased by his words; and my body is scorching hot.

“Perfect,” I gasp, only now aware I’d been holding my breath.

Zane licks his lips and flashes his white grin.

“So what say you? Are we on for something a little more permanent, or more platonic?”

I want him inside me.

And as much as he can reassure me without looking into the future, he has.

Maybe we have a long future together, maybe we don’t.

But the intention to give it a go is at least mutual.

What more can I ask?

I glance around us, checking the blinds offering complete privacy. “What about the locks?”

His grin threatens to consume his entire face as he lifts me up a foot or two until my face is level with his. “The door locks automatically when the blinds go down.”

I feel the hardness of his cock against me, as if I needed any further encouragement.

“Then what’re we waiting for?”

Chapter 14

In his office, closed to the world, we embrace.

Our mouths join and I wrap my legs around his waist, rubbing my sex over his erection, though I can’t feel nearly enough of him through my jeans.

The decision made, an urgency to consummate him commands me.

“Put me down and strip.”

Zane’s eyebrows rise, and his head nods.

“Now that’s what I love about you.”

He lowers me to the floor and unzips his fly.

I can barely contain my excitement as I unzip my jeans and wiggle. “What’s that?” My pants fall to my ankles and as I kick them away, I pull my shirt over my head.

Without removing his eyes from me, he slowly undresses. “The calm-before-the-storm nature of you, and your ability to commit yourself wholeheartedly to whatever it is you’re doing.”

Lowering his trousers over his hips reveals the proud, bobbing cock I so badly needed, my breath hitches at the sight.

The rest of our clothes pile at our feet within seconds.

“I always got an A for effort at school.”

He takes my hand and yanks me into his arms.

“I bet you do,” he grins.

Our mouths join and tongues explore as we swathe each other and fondle our way to the floor.

His fingers circle my throbbing nub before slipping into my saturated core.

I ache with joy, buzzing at his touch.

His face, so perfect in design, lingers over mine as he pants, “Nothing about being with you is dull.”

My body responds as his touch moves from soft and slow to quick and firm, rubbing and manipulating me inside.

“Ah.” I let go of a guttural sigh before kissing him hard.

His tongue searches my mouth, exploring me.

I draw it in and encircle it, imagining it’s his cock.

Flesh on flesh, sweating and sliding next to each other, his fingers working my sex into a frenzy, I want to kiss him inch by inch and take our time.

But this isn’t the time or the place for making love.

That will come another day--maybe tonight.

What this circumstance calls for is an exchange of intense, condensed pleasure and guilt-free gratification.

And since he’s removed my guilt--deserved or otherwise--I will take what I want, trusting it is on my terms.

Trusting, at least for now, that we’re on the same page.

My hand seeks out his cock, wraps around him with a firm grasp, and after a few pulls, steers him to my too-needy ingress.

“Give me everything. I want to stagger out of here with you.”

Zane’s nostrils flare as he grabs both of my hands in one of his to hold them above my head.

“You got it, beautiful. But don’t blame me for the carpet burns.” After a gentle kiss, he stares into my eyes as he plummets my depths.

“Oh my...” Closing my eyes, I lift my legs and cradle my hips backward until he hits the right spot, over and over.

His face pants at the bend of my neck as he pounds into me, and it is exquisite.

Yes.

He is strong and dominant.

Zane’s strength owns me right now.

His aggression is primal and his power is overriding.

“Ah,” I groan, full of lust.

All too soon the climb of orgasm, the waves of tingling warmth, the sizzle of my spine, and the burn in my belly signal my release.

“Yes, yes…”

“Shh,” he says, sniggering.

His minty breath covers my face before he swallows up cries of enjoyment with more kisses before he quickens his pace.

He withdraws from me and instantly I need him back.

I need him back deep inside me.

“I need you again,” I moan.

But he only smiles and guides my body to the desk next to us.

His strong hands lean my body forward over the desk and I push the files out of my way, throwing them on the floor.

My hips lean over the edge of the desk, exposing my wet pussy for him to drive into.

“Come back inside me,” I plead.

My pussy needs his cock again. I need his manliness inside me.

But first, his hands adore my back, drifting over my skin with gentle adulation.

Then his hands drift onto my soft butt, and he grips it hard.

“This…” he groans as he holds my butt, “This I like.”

And then…

And then… Yes!

He drives back into me.

Hard.

I feel his huge cock power back into my wet pussy, stretching me to my limits.

Oh.

Fuck.

His hands hold onto my hips, while his cock powers deep within me.

“Yes…” I moan, trying to find something on the table to grip onto. “Yes…”

His hips ram into my body thrusting the large desk forward.

Yes…

I need more.

And then…

Slap.

Oh.

Wow.

His hand comes down onto my behind, slapping it with intensity, “You were a naughty girl earlier. Storming into my meeting like that.”

Slap!

His hand connects with my other cheek and I am consumed.

Slap!

Oh yes.

I have never been slapped before but I love this.

I fucking love this.

“Punish me,” I moan, still pressed against the table.

Slap!

Oh… that hurt.

But it felt so good…

“I’ve been a bad girl, Zane. Punish me.”

Slap!

Yes…

His tender touch has turned into brutal dominance… and I am consumed by it.

And then he continues to drive into my pussy, full of aggression and power.

Wow…

This is mind-blowing.

“Yes!” I scream as I grip the edge of the table.

Every part of my body tingles with the sensation of lust.

Every part of my soul burns with desire.

I am lost.

My mind is gone to another place.

Yes…

And then his hands grip my hips tight and he drives into me one final time, ramming deep within my body.

His hard cock swells deep inside me and a new warmth floods my pussy.

He holds himself within me, holding his cock inside my pussy, while he recovers.

Yes.

This was the right choice.

This feels like I am being true to myself.

He moans deeply, and falls onto the soft floor, his strapping chest rising up and down while he tries to refill his lungs with oxygen.

I fall on top of him, lounging over his muscles.

Smiling while we’re kissing forehead to forehead, he says, “I know that we’ve only just met, but this has already been the most intense relationship of my life.”

“And the same with me,” I whisper back.

“I want us… to be more than just business partners, Abbey. I want to try and be something… together.”

“Shhh…” I quiet his voice.

“With our intensity, there are going to be some rough times ahead…”

“Hush…” I place my finger on my tender lips.

“Abbey, this fire might consume us. It can take us to places that neither of us has ever been. Are you ready for that?”

I nod.

This is going to be a wild ride full of passion and pain.

Zane kisses me again.

“Yes,” I moan.

There will be ups and downs, but oh my, it will all be worth it…