The Billionaire's Deal: The Complete Story: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (3 page)

I unbutton my coat. Blake slides it off my shoulders and hangs it on the door to his office.

He offers me his hand. I take it and that same heat builds in my body. There's something about Blake, something overwhelming, captivating, and sexy as all hell.

"Why do you need me?" I ask. "Why not find some girl who wants to be your girlfriend?"

"That wouldn't be fair."

"Why?"

"She'd have expectations." He steps back into his office and slides his suit jacket off his shoulders. "I don't fall in love. I never have, and I never will."

"How do you know?"

His voice is even. "I don't buy into the concept."

What the hell? I nod like it's normal to not buy into the concept of love.

He takes my glass and pours another round of drinks. I sit on that same leather couch, my eyes glued to the forearms peeking out of his rolled up sleeves. Who knew forearms could be so damn sexy?

"What are your terms, Kat?" He hands me a drink.

Our fingers touch, and it ignites a fire inside me. Is it even possible I'll survive playing his girlfriend? He's so intoxicating. It will be impossible not to feel something for him.

"The mortgage to my apartment." I take a deep breath, attempting my best
I'm as badass and confident as any tech executive.
"I want it paid in full."

"Done." He says it like he's agreeing to coffee.

"You don't even know how much is left on it. What if it's three hundred thousand dollars? Or half a million?"

"Send me the bank information, and it's done."

"Like that?"

He nods. "What else?"

I struggle to form a coherent thought. The mortgage, done, like it's nothing. That can't be possible. That payment has been a pain in the ass the last three years and it will be gone. Done.

"My sister got into NYU. She's worked hard to keep her grades up. She deserves to go to whatever school she chooses without six figures of student loans."

"Elizabeth Wilder?"

"Yeah." My heart races. I know he owns a search engine, but I still don't like him having all these details about my sister.

"Sterling Tech selects scholarships students every year. She placed in a math competition last year. Is she studying STEM?"

"What, you don't know?" I polish off this glass too. My face flushes. The heat travels down my throat and chest, settling in my stomach.

"Not yet."

I nod. "Computer science or programming. I forget the difference. She wants to study artificial intelligence."

He holds my gaze for a long moment. He shifts off the couch and types something into his computer. "Done."

"What?"

"Your sister will be offered a scholarship. One hundred percent of her tuition for four years."

I swear my heart stops. "What? How did you... You can't..."

"It's done."

"But what if I leave now? What if I say no."

"You won't." He sits next to me on the couch. "Anything else you want?" His hand brushes against my arms as he moves my drink to a side table.

Heat races through my body. His hand feels so good on my arm. It's a pleasure I haven't experienced in years, and it's only my arm. It's practically innocent.

"I want to keep my job."

"I'll need you a lot of nights and weekends."

"Still. At least a few shifts a week."

He nods. His fingers brush against my inner knees. "You're independent."

"Yes."

"I respect that." He drags those fingers up my inner thigh. "But I will pay your living expenses while we're together—food, clothes, anything else you need. I'll have a credit card sent to your house tomorrow."

"I can't take your credit card."

"Kat. Do you know my net worth?"

I swallow hard. "No."

"I own fifty-one percent of Sterling Tech. The company is valued between twenty and thirty billion dollars."

Oxygen. It's a silly thing. I take a deep breath, but it does nothing to calm me down. "Oh."

"If we were madly in love, I would take care of you."

"Right."

"So, while we're together, you will have everything you want."

"I'm not using your credit card."

"Then I'll take you shopping personally. You'll need to look a certain way for these events or people won't believe we're together."

"So everyone thinks you’re shallow, basically," I say.

He doesn't blink. "There are expectations."

"Spare me. I understand. You would shower your girlfriend with expensive clothes and she would know her place enough to be young, pretty, and well groomed."

His eyes find mine. That same intense expression. "That's a cynical interpretation."

"It's a realistic interpretation."

He brushes his fingers over the hem of my dress like he's brushing off my comment. "I'm never going to love you, Kat. But while we're together, I'll make sure you don't want for anything."

"What about... it's not like I can have a secret boyfriend on the side," I say. "Not that I want to. I mean... you're very handsome. More handsome than any other guys I know."

"You want to fuck me." It's a statement, not a question.

"Yes." I barely manage to get it out. "Not necessarily today. But eventually."

"This part is real." He leans a little closer. His hands slide over the sides of my chest. Over my shoulders.

His eyes are fixed on mine. It's so intense I have to look away. He pulls the strap of my dress aside slowly, like he's asking for permission. I lean into him, and his lips press against my neck.

Heat rushes through my body. It's been so long since I've been kissed, touched, anything. I dated guys in high school, but I never... I don't have any experience.

I close my eyes and surrender to the sensation. Blake pulls my dress off my shoulders. He cups my breast, over my bra. Kisses a trail from my lips to my collarbone.

"What does this mean?" I ask. "We haven't agreed to anything."

He shifts so we're eye to eye. "Is there anything else you want?"

"How long will this be? Is it indefinite?"

"Until I don't need the ruse anymore."

"And how long will that be? I want to fall in love one day. To get married and maybe even have a family. I can't be the billionaire's fake girlfriend forever."

Dread creeps onto Blake's face. "Six months. A year at most."

I study his expression. It's something that hurts him, but he's not about to let me in. "Is there an out?"

"I'll only accept a full commitment."

Some of that dread passes through me. So much could go wrong. Blake could turn out to be an abusive asshole. I could meet Prince Charming and fall madly in love tomorrow.

But agreeing would mean an end to that awful mortgage, an education for my sister, and at least six months of living without pinching pennies.

Whatever the risk there is of losing myself in Blake's role, it's worth it. "Okay." I offer my hand to shake.

He takes it. "I'll have my lawyer draft a contract. We'll sign tomorrow."

"Okay."

He stares deeply into my eyes. "This will move fast. We need to clean you up this week."

I bite my tongue. It's a role. I need to look a certain way. Nothing personal. "I work nights and weekends."

"You'll switch to lunches. No Saturdays."

"I'll never keep my job."

"I'll have a word with your manager," he says.

Just like that, he'll snap his fingers and everything will fall into his lap. Must be nice to have that kind of power.

"No, I'll convince her," I say. She does owe me one.

"I'll pick you up at 9 A.M. Saturday."

Jesus, that's early for someone who works mostly nights. "As long as you bring coffee."

He brushes my hair from my shoulder. "When you're with me, Kat, I'll take care of everything."

"Coffee?"

He nods.

"Food?"

He nods.

"What else?"

He runs his hands over my bra. "Clothing."

"Oh, that stands for clothing, does it?"

He nods.

His lips close over mine. It's magic. Like one of those scenes in a movie where fireworks explode over a pretty pink castle. Blake's lips are soft and sweet, but there's something so commanding about his kiss.

I run my hands through his hair. It's short, brown, and some perfect mix of billionaire CEO and low-key programmer. Soft. His lips and hair are so soft but everything else about him is so hard.

He slips his fingertips into my bra and brushes them lightly over my nipples.

My body shakes with pleasure. It's been so long since anyone has given my breasts any attention, and he moves with a perfect finesse.

I sigh into his mouth, unwrapping my legs so I can slide into his lap. The details of this deal fade into the back of my mind. They seem so much less important than my body against his.

His tongue explores every nook of my mouth. I dig my hands into the soft fabric of his shirt until I can feel the hard contours of his muscles.

Desire overwhelms me. I've never wanted anyone this much. I never even knew you could want someone this much.

He tugs at my dress, but he's pulling it back on, back over my shoulder.

My head is spinning. He's not... but he... he can't stop now, not when I feel so damn exhilarated.

"It's late," he says.

I blink a few times, but he's still staring at me with that same impenetrable look on his face. "What else?" I ask. "Besides food, coffee, and clothing?"

"You'll come when you're with me, Kat. I'll make sure of it."

"But not tonight?"

"Not yet." He shifts off the couch. "I'll walk you out."

"I can walk myself."

I reach for my coat, but Blake is already holding it. He helps me into it.

His fingers brush against my neck, soft and light. Heat floods my body. It's everywhere. I can barely stand it. But not tonight, apparently. Not yet.

Patience is supposed to be a virtue. I've never hated virtue so damn much.

I squeeze my purse tightly. I'm about to sign my freedom away in exchange for my sister's future. For our future. A little sexual frustration is the least of my concerns.

Blake walks me to the elevator. He waves his key card in front of the door. "I'll have one made for you."

"Sure."

"Jordan will take you home. If you need anything, call."

"I'll be fine."

His stare is intense. "Anything."

That same flutter collects inside me. He can't mean sex. He just sent me out of his office with my dress falling off my shoulders.

I clear my throat. Blake is a mystery I'm not going to solve. My best hope is enjoying the ride.

I step into the elevator. "Goodnight."

He nods.

The doors slide closed, and I finally exhale. Almost home. It's a quick ride to the ground floor. As promised, the limo is waiting out front.

Inside, I check the mini bar for something that will ease the tension. But this isn't the kind of problem a drink solves.

The door closes. Jordan speaks into his earpiece. "Understood, sir." The partition rolls up with a quiet whir.

I'm as good as alone.

My phone rings in my purse. Blake. What the hell?

I answer. "Hello."

"I said anything, Kat."

"I was there."

"You want something."

My heart races. Of course I want something. He's not an idiot. "Yes."

"So ask for it."

Heat rushes through me, collecting between my legs. "I..."

"Take off your underwear. I want to hear you come."

Chapter Three

My cheeks flush, but this time the alcohol isn't the blame. The limo is private enough, but I can't touch myself here. Not with Blake on the other line.

"Kat?" It's a command more than a question.

"I can't."

"You want to come?"

I inhale and exhale slowly. "Yes."

"Put the phone on speaker."

I do.

"Open your legs."

I squeeze my knees together reflexively. My body is so keyed up. It wants nothing more than to go along with this. To release some of the tension Blake built inside me.

"Kat." Another command.

"Okay." I spread my legs a few inches.

"What would you want me to do if I was there?"

Deep breath. All sorts of delicious images flash through my mind. Blake ripping off his shirt and tie. Blake throwing me on that couch and pushing my dress to my waist. His hands on my chest and my ass and between my legs.

"Everything," I say.

"Take off your panties."

"How do you know I haven't?"

He doesn't waver. "Now."

I drag my fingertips up my hips as if it was Blake touching me. That same heat rushes through my body. If only he were here. If only he were really touching me.

Ass up, I shimmy out of my panties. Once they're at my knees, I kick them to the floor.

The only sound is Blake's breath in the speaker. It's steady. Patient.

"Off," I say.

"Now the bra."

I push my dress straps off my shoulders and roll it down my chest. It would be easier to take the whole thing off, but that would make exiting quickly a whole lot more complicated.

"Now," he breathes.

I unhook my bra and slide it off my shoulders. The cool air hits my skin, and I let out a much too loud gasp. All of a sudden, I feel entirely naked. He's somewhere else, in all his clothes, with all his money and all his power. And I'm in his limo submitting to his requests.

"Good." His voice gets heavier. "Play with your nipples."

I'd sound like an idiot if I asked him how, but how? It's not like I regularly play with nipples. I squeeze my eyes closed and imagine Blake here, Blake touching me the way he touched me in the office. I drag my thumbs over my nipples. It's nothing compared to him, but it's enough to send pangs of want to my sex.

I let out a soft groan as I draw circles over myself. Blake's breath gets heavier. He wants this, too.

"Bring a hand to your thigh," he says. "But don't touch your cunt. Not yet."

I do. I stroke the inside of my thigh. Closer and closer and closer. My breath speeds. Desire courses through me again. That release, I need it so badly. I'm desperate.