The Billionaire Affair, page 6
I swallow hard knowing that everything that Marcus is saying is the truth. I just don’t want to hear it tonight. Or even think about it. Tonight will be about getting Jace out of my system but I can’t tell my brother that.
“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me,” I say.
“I have to worry about you,” Marcus says, his voice suddenly gruff. “You’re my little sis. It’s my job to watch out for you.”
My heart swells with emotion. It was just the two of us for the longest time and even though Marcus feels responsible for me, he’s only a year and a half older. “Thanks, bro. I’ll be fine, I promise.”
We say goodbye and I check my reflection one last time then I’m out of the door. Jace had offered to pick me up but I wanted to have my own car. I always feel safer when I know that I can leave whenever I want, not that I’m worried about Jace. He’s a gentleman through and through.
I input his address into the GPS and drive out of the basement parking.
Excitement courses through me as I near his place. Jace lives in one of those apartments that are featured in home lifestyle magazines. The security guard manning the entrance to the side parking is expecting me and he lets me through. Once I’ve parked my car, I make my way to the lobby and the concierge greets me politely and summons the elevator for me. It’s definitely a different lifestyle from the one I’m used to. The elevator is private as Jace’s apartment is the only one on his floor.
I step out and before I can knock on his door, it opens and Jace appears. It’s a shock to see him without his customary suit. He’s dressed in a pair of white shorts and a t-shirt. He looks boyishly relaxed.
“I feel over dressed,” I tell him, looking down at my dress, which is better suited for a night out. I don’t know what I was thinking when I chose it. Who am I kidding? I wanted Jace to find me irresistible and to ravish me as soon as he saw me. I want his mouth on mine and his hands on me immediately.
“You look perfect,” he says and leans forward to kiss me lightly on the mouth.
I kick off my shoes as soon as I enter and then take in my surroundings. Gorgeous hardwood floors, high ceilings, and a lot of natural light coming from the floor-to-ceiling windows. Soft music is coming from somewhere.
“Your home is beautiful.”
“Thank you,” he says. “You can put your purse here on the table.”
I do as he asks and then I follow him to the open-plan kitchen. There’s a bottle of wine on the small round table in the kitchen. It smells lovely and I can’t wait to see what he has cooked for dinner.
Jace pulls out a chair for me and I sit down.
“Wine?” he asks.
“Yes please.” The ambiance of his apartment is soothing and relaxing. “If I lived here, I’d never want to leave.”
He laughs as he pours the wine. “You’d grow tired of it very fast. From what I know of you so far, you like to be around people and you make friends very easily.”
“How do you know?” I sip my wine and I almost moan as the rich taste of grapes explodes in my mouth.
“I’ve seen you a couple of times talking to people. You’ve already made friends and you've barely been in the clinic for two weeks,” he says.
I’m flattered that he pays that much attention to me. “You’re friendly too.”
“Only to a select few,” he says.
I squirm in my chair. A moment of clarity comes to me. We haven’t gone so far that we can’t back off. Have we really thought through the consequences of sleeping together? “What are we doing, Jace? This is not a good idea.”
He stands up and takes my hand. “Do you want to dance?”
Dance?
“Okay.” I take the offered hand and we go to the living area. A sigh escapes my mouth. I’d forgotten how it felt to be held in the arms of a strong man. We sway to the music and all my worries recede to the background. It feels so good to be held in his arms. His hard body feels amazing and as we move, his erection seems to grow bigger.
I raise my head and he brings his mouth to mine. “I’ve been thinking of this moment all day,” he says.
“Me too,” I gulp.
Obsessed with it, more like.
“You’re so beautiful and so different from anyone I’ve ever known,” Jace says.
Guilt floods me. I don’t intend for this to be anything more than sex and I wish he wouldn’t say such things. I don’t want to be different. I want to be a woman he can have sex with and then move on with his life.
Chapter 8: Olivia
“How about we forgo the main meal and go straight to dessert?” Jace whispers into my ear as we dance.
My legs turn to liquid. “I’m not hungry.”
He takes my hand and leads me out of the living room. We walk down the wide hallway until we come to the last room. Jace holds the door open for me and I walk in. My whole apartment can fit into his bedroom. The city lights blink at me from the window. I draw in a sharp breath and goosebumps break out on my skin. I’m really doing this. I’m giving in to my wild side and having sex with a man that I have no romantic relationship with. It’s exciting and frightening.
“I had this whole seduction scene planned out,” Jace says, coming to stand in front of me. “We’d have dinner and drink some wine. Dance.”
I laugh and the tension in my body evaporates. “What happened?”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you spread out on my bed, ready for me,” he says the laughter gone from his voice.
He caresses my face, then brushes his lips against mine. Every cell in my body tingles. He trails open-mouthed kisses along my lips and jaw. A moan escapes my mouth. I’m not going to over think it. I want this and so does Jace. I run my fingers through his hair, loving the silky softness of it.
Jace pries my mouth open for a deep kiss and the glow of desire becomes a bonfire of lust. We caress each other in frenzied movements and I start to undress for Jace. He pulls away and steps back to undress as well. It’s erotic and hot to undress while watching Jace do the same. His shirt comes off and my gaze drops to the defined muscles on his chest.
“Do you work out?” I ask him.
“Golf and tennis,” he says.
I unzip my dress and shake it off. It slides down my body to the floor. I step out of it. I’m wearing a matching black bra and panties. The panties are racy, of course—just a strip of material running down the center. I giggle at the expression on Jace’s face.
“I love your panties,” he says, his voice gruff and barely audible.
I thrust out my chest and his eyes move to my bra-bound breasts, then back to my face.
“You’re so beautiful.” He pulls down his shorts, revealing a massive tent in front of his boxers.
I can’t wait to see his cock. It looks huge. Without planning to, we’ve made undressing into a sexy game. It’s my turn and I turn away and unclasp my bra. I can feel his eyes on my ass cheeks which are bared to him. He inhales sharply and I smile.
I toss my bra to the floor and then turn back with my hands covering my breasts.
“Drop your hands. I want to see you,” Jace says, his voice commanding and sexy.
I shake my head. “It’s your turn.”
He grunts then grips the hem of his boxers and pulls. I gasp as his cock comes into view. It doesn’t disappoint. It’s thick and long and hard. My core tightens. An ache grips me and I can’t wait to have it inside me.
I drop my hands and bare my breasts to him. I make a movement to remove my panties.
“Don’t. I’ll remove those.” He takes two steps and pulls me into his arms. He kisses me until I’m breathless then he lowers me gently onto the bed. He drapes his body over mine and kisses me again.
I push my pelvis against his cock, desperate to ease the ache. Jace wedges his leg between my legs and rubs me with it. The friction drives me insane. My moans grow louder. He moves to my breasts and takes a nipple into his mouth while rubbing the other one with his hand.
When he goes down on me, I lose all my inhibitions. The lash of his tongue sets off a blinding heat inside me. It consumes me and makes me greedy for more. I raise my hips to meet his mouth. He pushes a finger inside and fucks me with it.
“Jace,” I moan.
He adds another finger and applies pressure with his tongue on my clit. I’m losing my mind. I grab a handful of the bedsheets.
“Oh God,” I cry over and over again. “Yes, yes, yes. I’m going to come.” I writhe against his hand, lost to pleasure.
The orgasm explodes out of me, and I whimper and call his name. My toes curl and my back arches. Jace pulls down my panties and I kick them off. I love that he gave me oral sex with my racy panties still on. He’s the first man I’ve ever been with who seems to love them as much as I do.
He slides up until his face is inches away from mine then brings his lips to mine. His kiss is long and leisurely. His cock presses against my pelvis.
“I want you,” I whisper to him in between kisses.
Jace is the ideal lover. He takes his time pleasuring a woman. He waits until I tell him that I’m ready for him. That I want him.
Leaning over, he pulls out a condom from the night stand drawer. He kneels down between my legs and tears the packet open with his teeth. Then he works it over his erect cock. I shiver with anticipation. He folds my legs over the top half of my body and brings the tip of his cock to my entrance. Then he slowly eases into me and I close my eyes as he fills me inch by inch. He keeps going and going.
“So deep,” I moan as he fills me up with his maleness. I feel as if I can’t breathe but in the best way.
He bottoms out and holds my gaze. “How does that feel?”
“There is no word invented for it,” I tell him and he laughs.
He thrusts in and out, and my breasts bounce on my chest with each movement. It feels so fucking good. My breath comes out in rasps. Jace picks up his speed and fucks me faster and faster.
“Oh, God.” I follow up with a bunch of nonsensical words, all of which are made-up words because like I told Jace, there are no words for the pleasure I’m experiencing.
“I was going crazy today at the office,” he says without going breathless. “Fantasizing about this moment.”
Insecurity takes hold of me, pulling me from the moment. “Is it anything like you imagined?”
“Nothing can compare to the real thing,” Jace says and slams into me.
We go at it with animal fierceness. Whatever happens after this will be worth this pleasure. Within minutes, I’m teetering on the edge of a climax. I rock my hips to meet his thrusts and then it happens. I come in cascading waves and Jace unfolds my legs and moves on top of me.
His breath grows ragged and I squeeze my inner muscles. He lets out a growl and his body tenses. He lets out a stream of curses which makes me laugh. It is unlike him.
“Do you always curse when you orgasm?” I ask him later when we’re lying side by side on the bed, facing each other. He looks deliciously untidy, a far cry from Jace the CEO who is always perfectly turned out.
“Never. First time.” He grins at me. “You bring out the best in me.”
I smack his arm playfully.
His expression becomes serious. “So what do you do when you’re not working?” He pauses for a beat then continues. “I know you like reading. You like my sister-in-law’s books.”
I smile. Most men either roll away and fall asleep after sex or go straight to the shower as if they can’t wait to wash your scent off their bodies. Jace actually wants to talk. If only…my heart clenches. I wish I’d met him before I took this assignment. But that’s stupid. Our paths would not have crossed otherwise. We exist in different circles.
“I used to play tennis with my best friend, but I don’t do it so much now.” I hate the way I have to pass everything I say through a filter. Suddenly I long for normalcy. Two people who were attracted to each other and had sex. No lies and no promises.
Jace stares at me with an open gaze. He’s got nothing to hide. What would he say if he knew who I really was? I shudder at the thought and resolutely push it away. It doesn’t matter. This is just sex and I have no regrets whatsoever. After this, we’ll go back to our normal relationship.
“Really?” he says. “I love tennis too. I play every week with my father.”
“You must be very close to your family,” I say, a wistful tone creeping into my voice.
“We are, though I’m the odd one out,” he says, lightening the mood.
“How so?” I ask him. “I can’t imagine you being the black sheep of the family.”
He laughs. “I’m the only one who is not a doctor.”
I know that. I bite my tongue before I say the words. “Oh?”
He goes on to explain his parents' specialties and those of his brothers, all of which I already know. I ooh and ah at the right places and feel like an absolute jerk. I don’t like myself very much at the moment.
My stomach rumbles at just the right time.
“Oh, you’re hungry,” Jace says and pats my belly. “So am I. Let’s go eat.”
He gets up and offers me his hand. “The bathroom’s that way. I’ll use the guest one. Find me in the kitchen when you’re done.”
I grab my clothes and carry them into the bathroom with me. I stare at my reflection in the mirror and I don’t recognize the woman staring back at me. She had sex with her boss who believes she’s his temporary PA. Okay, calm down, Olivia. It was just sex.
I inhale a giant breath. It really was just sex.
Just because Jace is a good person doesn’t mean that he wants happy-ever-after with me. Think about it, I lecture myself. He wouldn’t get involved with a permanent PA. It doesn’t take a genius to know that would be looking for trouble. As the CEO of a well-respected organization, Jace definitely knows all the pitfalls of office dating.
I brush my teeth with a spare toothbrush in the holder. I clean myself up as best as I can, then dress. It feels weird wearing the dress I’d worn earlier and for a total of three seconds, I consider borrowing one of Jace’s shirts, then instantly dismiss the idea. That’s too intimate. It’s what people who are dating do.
I inhale the scent of food in the hallway and my stomach growls again. It smells wonderful and I can’t wait to taste his food.
“There you are,” Jace says from the kitchen table. “I almost sent a search party for you.”
“Sorry I took so long.”
“It’s fine, I was teasing.” He removes the dish covers.
There’s lasagna and a green salad. “That looks so good.” I take a plate and proceed to serve myself. For once, I wish I was one of those people who have big appetites. Alas, I’m not and I content myself with a serving spoon of each.
“You’re not a big eater,” Jace says as he serves himself.
“No. I learned early that kids who ate too much annoyed their foster parents.” I almost clamp a hand on my mouth. I can’t believe I said that aloud. I keep the details of foster care to myself and have only ever shared them with Chris. Even then, I kept them to a bare minimum when I saw how much they were affecting him.
“Did it work?” Jace asks as if I haven’t just dropped a bombshell.
“It did to an extent,” I tell him. “The foster parents kept you longer if you weren’t constantly asking for food.”
“That’s terrible,” Jace says but there’s no pity in his voice and I like that.
We chat throughout dinner as though we’ve known each other for years. We wash the dishes side by side, then Jace carries the wine to the living room.
“Hey, I’m going to my brother’s house for dinner tomorrow. Come with me,” he says.
I hesitate. Going to his brother’s house is a bit much. I’m in Jace’s life under false pretenses and I don’t want to forget that.
“You wanted to meet Ivy Martin,” he says in a teasing tone. “This is your chance.”
Ivy Martin. When will I ever get another chance to meet the author that I admire so much? I exhale. Just the once, after which, I’ll keep out of Jace’s family life. “Okay, but only because I want to meet my favorite author.”
“I’ll take it,” he says and smiles at me.
Chapter 9: Jace
I hate that Olivia went through such a tough upbringing but at the same time, I admire her for her sweet nature. She has no bitterness whatsoever and she has clearly come to terms with her past. I don’t know if I would be that gracious if roles were reversed.
“Is it odd being the only non-medic in your family?” Olivia asks. Her face is flushed from the wine, making me want to kiss her.
I’m enjoying talking to her and getting to know her. There’s freedom in knowing that we won’t have to continue working together when the affair is over. I can be myself and it’s easy to do that with Olivia. She’s very different from the women I’ve known in my life, yet she’s young. From twenty-four to my thirty-four years, she makes me feel ancient.
“I’m the first born so yes, I did feel the pressure when I went to college. My grades would have allowed me to pursue medicine but I was never interested in it.”
“What about your parents, how did they take that?”
“They did throw subtle comments but when they realized how serious I was about finance and management, they let me be.”
Olivia inches closer as we speak and her eyes are glued on me. She makes me feel like the most interesting man in the world.
“Have you ever thought about being a journalist?” I tease. She has a curious mind and a way of looking at you as if you’re the only one who matters. Like she wants to know everything about you.
She laughs. “Yes. Many times.” She crosses one leg over another and my eyes are drawn to her thighs.
My thoughts take a nose dive and all I want is to have her next to me. I take her wine glass and set it on the table. Reading my mind, she stands up and sits on my lap, straddling me. I caress her exposed thighs unable to believe my good fortune.
