The Millionaire's Redemption (15 page)

“That was lovely, thanks.” She pushed her empty plate away.

“Some more wine?”

“No, it might upset Lilly.”

“She must be old enough to be taken off the breast by now.”

“I suppose so, but she likes it and so do I.” Holly stood up. “Do you want me to make some coffee?”

“No, thanks. I want you to change into the white nightgown so I can see what it looks like.”

“Now?” Her hands fluttered at her throat.

“Yes. I’ll clear away this mess and take a shower.”

She hurried out into the lounge room and collected the shopping bags. Excitement swirled around in her stomach. She had seen the raw hunger in Justin’s eyes. Was he sex starved or did she really turn him on?  He had been kind to Lilly and her, showering them with gifts and welcoming them into his home. Now, it was payback time.

In the master bedroom, she laid the quilt back to reveal black satin sheets. She ran the flat of her hand across the bottom sheet. How silky and sensuous it felt. Rivulets of sensation raced up her arm, and a sudden hot, aching need surged through her femininity

She removed her clothes, and slipped the knee-length nightgown over her head. It was gossamer fine, so soft and sheer she might have been naked. Never had she even dreamed of wearing such a sexually provocative garment. She stood by the bed, hesitating, wondering what to do next.

The connecting door swung open and Justin strode in, a towel draped around his slim hips, his hair clinging damply to his head. His body was tanned and well toned, his chest scattered with swirls of dark hair.

Justin stopped dead in his tracks on seeing Holly. She was exquisite, so untouched and virginal looking he could scarcely believe she had given birth to a child. The breath caught in his throat. His heart lurched painfully before it started thudding against his rib cage.

The light pouring down upon her lowered head turned her hair into liquid silver. Under the almost transparent nightgown, her firm high breasts were in shadow, but he saw her nipples as dark smudges against the silken folds of the material.

His gaze skimmed down the rest of her body, smooth, flat stomach and hips that were well rounded but in proportion to the rest of her slight frame. His eyes lingered on the triangle of golden curls nestling between her thighs, the enticing entry into paradise.

Without speaking, he opened his arms wide. Hesitating only for a moment, she floated into them. He held her for a few seconds before picking her up and striding across the room. He laid her on the bed, whipped the towel from around his hips and joined her.

“Justin,” she whispered, brushing his chest with trembling hands. “I hope you won’t be disappointed in me.”

“I won’t be.”

He gave her a gentle, restrained kiss on the lips before moving back a little, so he could run an exploratory hand down over her body, caressing her from shoulder to hip.

“Exquisite.” He buried his face in the soft hollow of her throat. She smelt so good and tasted even better. He draped his leg over her to keep her close as he covered her tremulous lips with his own. Nectar of the Gods, he thought, thrusting his tongue into the sweet depths of her mouth. He wanted to devour her.

Easing back a fraction, he slid the straps of her nightgown down until her breasts were exposed. Pushing them together, he took both nipples into his mouth at once and suckled hard. Warm milk squirted into his mouth. It trickled down his throat. He had never tasted anything so sensual.

Impatiently, he tugged the nightgown down over her hips. He wanted to feel naked flesh seared against naked flesh, and the nightgown, though flimsy, proved an impediment. It maddened him to the point where he wanted to rip it off, but she wriggled out of it, saving him the trouble.

She lay on her back, knees raised, her thighs open, exposing her pubic curls. He could no more deny himself a taste than he could control a tornado. He parted the plump, pink lips with his thumbs. She was moist, hot, her bud quivering in anticipation as he slid his tongue inside.

He felt her shudder, heard her strangled sob turn into a sigh as he worked her. Dipping into, tasting, gulping down the golden secretions that were building up, and swamping her feminine bud. He inhaled her womanly perfume, felt the heat of her need. It empowered him, emboldened him to delve deeper and deeper, almost bringing her to orgasm, but pulling back at the very last second.

She felt the thrust of his erection pressing into her thigh, the heat of his body, the urgency of his hands and mouth as they explored at will. Touching, tantalizing, and whipping her up into an emotional frenzy where nothing mattered but him.

“Touch me,” he growled.

She did so eagerly, wantonly, clasping the long, silken length of his manhood, marveling at its size, its texture, its potency.

He flung his arm out, fumbling with the drawer of his bedside table. Even in her dazed state she realized he was searching for a condom.

“No.” She pulled his arm away. She would die if he erected any kind of barrier between them. “It doesn’t matter,” she gasped. “I’m using contraception.”

He covered her, his powerful male shaft driving into her love canal with a divine savagery she hadn’t thought possible. In the throes of passion she felt the ecstasy, the sensation of floating away on a golden cloud. Then he started moving inside her, deeper and deeper, thrusting harder, faster, frantically until his manhood was buried up to its hilt. She felt her climax building, higher and higher until it reached a fiery pinnacle.

Suddenly, he reached his climax. “Holly,” he cried out as he exploded deep within the sacred orifice of her womanhood
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so close to her womb, she wondered whether the tip of his shaft might have actually touched it.

He rolled over on to his back, bringing her over with him. With her knees pressed up hard against his hips, she rode him fiercely, until she felt him shudder as he came for a second time.

“Holly, my God, wow,” he gasped.

“You weren’t disappointed?” she whispered.

“Hell no, it was great.”

He flicked off the light and held her close. She kept her eyes shut so the tears wouldn’t fall. What had she expected him to say? They had made a pact hadn’t they? Sex in exchange for a roof over Lilly’s and her head.

Her cheek rested on his bare chest. She could hear his heart thudding in her ear and feel his warm breath stirring in her hair. His hand started trailing gently up and down her spinal cord.

“Relax, Holly, it’s going to be good between us.”

Good? What an understatement. He felt drowsy and satiated. She had gone off like a firecracker once he lit the right fuse. Had she been like that with her husband? The thought was like a knife twisting in his guts.

He ran his fingers through her tumbled hair. It felt baby soft, fine as gossamer. She slept, her hand resting on his hip, her knee nestled between his thighs.

Chapter Ten

When Holly woke, it was pitch black in the bedroom but she felt warm and cosseted wrapped in Justin’s arms. He slept peacefully, his breathing regular and even. She wished it were daylight so she could gaze upon his naked body. If only she could have made love to him without their agreement. She eased herself away from him, and still naked, slipped out of bed to check on Lilly. In the spare room, the baby slept soundly.

“Everything all right?”

She jumped when he spoke right next to her ear.

“Yes, I
just
wanted to check.”

He wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her head, and they stood together, stark naked. “Let’s go back to bed.” His voice sounded rich with promise.

He wanted to make love to her again. No, she inwardly corrected, have sex; love didn’t come into it with him. It was carnal need, pure and simple, and if she valued her sanity, she would chisel the words into her brain and never forget them.

“Come on.” He gave her a gentle slap on the backside. “I’m getting impatient.”

After they returned to the bedroom, he picked her up, kissing and cuddling her before impaling her on his aroused manhood. She wrapped her legs around him, leaning back in his arms, giving him unimpeded access to her breasts, and he stood there suckling her nipples until they swelled and hardened in his mouth. He edged them towards the bed, and still joined as only a man and woman can be, he lowered them down on to the sheet. It felt cool against her heated back.

Justin knew he was a big man, Holly tiny and fragile, yet she could accommodate his manhood. It both amazed and excited him. He thrust and parried, laving her aroused flesh until it pulsated against his skin, drawing him in deeper, cradling him snuggly. He forgot everything as he fought a desperate battle to restrain his rampaging desire, to hold back until she reached her climax, teetering on the brink, until they both toppled over the edge into a swirling vortex of primitive desire and sheer carnal need.

She was trembling, her body slicked with perspiration, her breath coming out in short, labored pants when he rolled away. He cursed under his breath for expecting too much of her. She still fed Lilly, and before coming here, God alone knew when she last ate a decent meal. For the first time in his life, he felt guilty for not controlling his sexual hunger and showing more consideration for his partner’s well-being. It worried him, and he didn’t like to be worried. Damn it. They made a deal, didn’t they? Hot commitment-free sex.

He held her close, resting his chin on her soft hair and inhaling her perfume, a mixture of sweet innocence and aroused woman. She was an enigma.

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Holly woke up when Lilly called out, “Mumma, Mumma.”

Nine o’clock! She was alone in the king-sized bed. No sign of Justin except for rumpled sheets, and a delicious languidness left over from what they had shared last night. She couldn’t believe the passion he aroused in her. What a consummate lover. Forget the love she mentally reminded herself as she slid out of bed. He wanted sex not love.

Slipping into the nightgown she had so wantonly discarded last night, she hurried into Lilly’s room. “How’s my baby?”

Lilly squealed with delight and shook the sides of the cot vigorously. “Mumma, mumma.”

Holly lifted her up. “Hungry, darling?” She carried Lily out into the kitchen and spied a note stuck on the fridge door.

I’ll be back about six. Help yourself to anything you want. Buy some clothes for yourself and Lilly, and anything you need from the grocery section. You can lock the door of the apartment behind you by pulling it shut, but you’ll need to see John at the security desk to get back in. I’ll arrange for them to give you a key card and explain how to use it. Justin.

After they finished breakfast, Holly sat Lilly in the stroller and they left the apartment. She pulled the door behind them and it closed with a click.

The elevator whizzed down the fifty floors in a couple of seconds. She pushed the stroller out into a long passageway, and at its very end stood a security desk with a couple of uniformed men sitting behind it. The older of the two men climbed to his feet when he saw her.

“Holly Kirwan?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“I’m John. Mr. Devereux wanted me to give you this card.” He produced a gold key card with black writing on it and proceeded to explain how it worked. “If there is anything else you need, let me know. There’s someone here twenty-four hours a day.” He reached across and tickled Lilly under the chin. “She’s a pretty baby.”

“Thank you, I think so.” Holly smiled. John was a man in his forties, slim and wiry, ex military by the looks of him. “Can you point me in the direction of the department store, please?”

“Sure, love. Turn left, and then right and you’ll end up at the front entrance.” He gave her a long, speculative look. Had Justin entertained other women in his apartment? If so, they certainly wouldn’t be ordinary like her. Sophisticated, gorgeous, it went without saying.

A quick glance at the refined decor, the well-dressed clientele and inflated prices confirmed the exclusiveness of the store. The male staff wore suits and ties, the women, black skirts and white silk blouses.

“Are you lost, Madam?” A middle aged man with a plum-in-the mouth accent, rather like Bob Kirwan’s, strode up ready to usher her away.

“Mr. Devereux made arrangements for me. I’m Holly Kirwan.”

“Oh, of course,” he gushed. “If there is anything we can do to help, please don’t hesitate.” His fawning, ingratiating manner grated on her nerves. Hypocrite! He had been prepared to run her out of the shop before. Now he was all over her like a rash, marvelous what having access to power and wealth could do for a person.

“Thanks.”

She walked away. “Well, Lilly Pilly, we’re in the big league now.” It had come at a price though. She inwardly cringed, because it would be obvious to everyone in the store that she was Justin Devereux’s mistress
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a kept woman or whatever the modern terminology was.

The department store boasted a large baby wear and children’s section. She bought several outfits for Lilly. The prices were astronomical, obscene really. She wouldn’t think about it, not now anyway. Perks of office. She bit back on a hysterical laugh. Spoils to the victor, but she didn’t feel very victorious, quite the reverse in fact. She wanted to turn tail and run, but didn’t have anywhere else to go.