The Billionaire Affair, page 9
I want this woman to be mine. I don’t care that we work together or that she’ll be gone in three months. I can’t have enough of her and not just her pussy. I like her mind and her personality.
She snakes a hand between her legs and rubs circles on her pussy. I’m transfixed as I watch the movement of her hips and hand. “That’s hot.” My hand goes around my cock and I stroke it as I watch Olivia pleasuring herself.
Her eyes are clouded in a sexual haze and she doesn’t seem to be focusing on anything in particular. Her fingers become soaked in her body fluids. My dick is so hard, it’s painful and after a moment, I have to have her. I move her hand away and replace it with my dick, dragging it along her swollen clit. Her sticky fluids coat my dick.
“I want you,” Olivia moans and I’m only too happy to oblige.
I penetrate her in one fast, deep thrust, and for a couple of seconds, her eyes widen as if in disbelief.
“Oh God,” she cries over and over again.
She’s deliciously tight and the nerve cells in my dick are going crazy. My orgasm draws near, despite my best efforts to ignore it. The tempo of Olivia’s moans changes and I know that she’s close too. I shift my weight to one hand and use the other to tease her clit. When I pinch it, she climaxes and her body becomes a shivering mess. I pump in and out while staring at her. So fucking beautiful. My balls tighten and I grit my teeth at the oncoming sensation as I come. I keep pumping until there’s nothing left to give. I collapse on top of Olivia and then roll to the side. She turns and drapes her hand around my waist and I hold her close to me. The tension that had knotted up by body is gone and I feel as if I’ve been on a month-long vacation.
“Why didn’t you say anything in the office?” Olivia asks, turning to look into my eyes.
“I was determined to ride it out. I was sure that it would come to an end. You can’t be horny forever, can you?” I stroke her hair as she laughs. “Did you miss me?” I ask.
“You have no clue,” Olivia says. “I came so close to demanding that you kiss me.”
“Why didn’t you?” I ask.
“Pride and fear of rejection.”
She strokes my chest, sending heat all over my body. Her hand moves lower and my belly lets out a rumbling noise. “Someone is hungry,” she says with a laugh then pushes herself to a sitting position.
“Let me clean up then make some sandwiches. I have left over chicken from last night.”
“Or I can order a Mexican dinner for us,” I tell her.
She licks her lips. “Yes, please. Sounds yummy.” She pads to the bathroom. “Choose for me. I love surprises.”
I pick up my phone and place a call to my go-to restaurant for takeaway Mexican food. I order more food than two people can possibly finish and Olivia will have leftover food for the next day.
She comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. I swing my legs to the floor and when she gets close to me, I tug at the towel. “You are perfectly made,” I tell her as I run my hands all over her body. Her skin is soft and firm in all the right places.
“Thank you,” she says and then steps out of my reach. “I need fuel for the rest of the night.”
“Mmm…is that an invitation to spend the night?” I tease.
She laughs and disappears behind the closet door. “Maybe. I could get used to waking up with wood pressing me from behind.”
I laugh. “Do I do that a lot?”
“Every time we sleep together,” she says. When she emerges, she’s wearing a long t-shirt that comes down to her knees. I take that as my cue to freshen up and I head to the bathroom. The doorbell rings when I’m in the bathroom and when I join Olivia in the living room, the food occupies the whole coffee table.
“What is it with you and food?” Olivia asks with amusement in her voice. “You always order more than we can possibly finish.”
“You’ll thank me for the leftovers tomorrow,” I tell her.
We dig in and feed each other. When sauce drips down Olivia’s mouth, I lean forward to lick it off.
“This is wild,” she says staring at me. “We’re eating messily but it’s still sexy. Who would have thought?”
I laugh without a care in the world apart from how soon I can take Olivia back to bed. When we’re done eating, I help her pack the rest of the food and store it in the fridge. I pull out a bottle of wine from the fridge and she hands me a wine opener.
“Have you written Ivy’s story?” I ask her as we sit at the kitchen table sipping wine.
Her eyes twinkle. “I’ve done the first draft and I like it, if I do say so myself. Don’t worry, I’ve used pseudonyms and I haven’t associated it with your clinic,” she says.
“I appreciate that,” I tell her. “We’ve all worked so hard to get the clinic to where it is now. I’d hate it to be maligned in any way.”
Olivia looks thoughtful for a while. “Do you want to read it?”
Chapter 13: Olivia
I regret the words as soon as they leave my mouth. Jace reading my work is a little too close for comfort. He’ll hate me, even more, the day he discovers that I’m a journalist by profession. It doesn’t matter, I comfort myself. He’ll still hate me either way.
“I’d love to read it,” Jace says with genuine enthusiasm and I can’t retract my offer.
I set my glass on the table and leave to get the physical copy of the draft. A rolling sensation comes over my stomach. I’m nervous which is silly as writing is my profession. Over the years, my articles have been read by thousands.
That reminder does not ease my nervousness.
I return to the kitchen and wordlessly hand it to Jace. He flashes me a smile then his features become solemn as he reads. I’ve edited it so many times, the words are ingrained in my brain. Ivy and Alec have such a riveting love story; I wish everybody could read it.
It gives me hope that one day I too will find love as it’s found in the most unlikely of places. I drain my wine and contemplate Jace. What if he’s the one but by lying to him, I’ve destroyed any chance of us having a future together? I shift in my chair looking for a comfortable spot.
What if I came clean now? Told him that I’m working undercover and in real life I’m a journalist working for a magazine. Maybe he’d say he understands and forgive me. What would be important is that I’ve told him the truth. I almost laugh aloud at my own naivety. As if Jace would forgive such a thing. I wouldn’t blame him either. Why did I think that I could pull this off without my feelings getting involved? I already like him too much. When we’re not together or he’s not just an office away, I miss him.
Then there’s my job. Am I willing to sacrifice it for this affair? The answer is a resolute no. My career is too important to me and I love working at Lifestyle magazine. It feels like my home.
“Wow!” Jace says. He has tears in his eyes. “That’s a beautiful story. You’ve captured the emotions perfectly and made me understand Ivy’s side better. I always looked at the whole thing from my brother’s viewpoint.”
Happiness reverberates through me. I want to jump up and down. “You really like it?”
“I love it. Ivy will love it too. You’re writing is so good I’d pay for it. Hang on, I have an idea,” Jace says, his eyes gleaming. “Would you like to do some writing part-time for us at the clinic? We’re redoing our brochures and we want stories like this to include. We’d pay you for it of course.”
My jaw drops and my mind works overtime. This will mean access to the fertility clinic and the staff who man it. Then there’s the added bonus of writing the kind of stories that I love while investigating the clinic. It’ll be good practice and loads of fun.
“Yes!” I go to him and hug him from behind. “Thank you. That means a lot to me and I promise it won’t interfere with my work.”
“Oh I’m not worried about that at all,” Jace says, pulling me around to sit on his lap. He looks at me with so much emotion in his eyes that guilt almost suffocates me.
Tell him! everything in me screams but it’s too late. If I tell him now, I’ll never see him again and I’m not ready to lose Jace Anderson.
“When are you going to send it to Ivy?” he asks.
“Soon.” The article is ready but I’m terrified, to be honest.
“You’re being chicken,” Jace says, seeing right through me. “It’s very well written. Best thing I’ve read in ages. Go on and send it to her.” He gently nudges me out of his lap.
“Okay, boss,” I say and give him a mock salute. As I turn to walk away, Jace slaps my ass. “I’ll get you for that,” I tell him before I disappear from his view, but I’m grinning.
I grab my laptop and sit down on the bed, propping my back against the headboard. I click to open the article and read through it once more. Not that it needs any more changes. I’d already saved Ivy’s email address and after inhaling deeply, I hit send.
I shut my laptop and sit on the bed terrified. I make myself stand up and return to the kitchen. Jace has already poured another glass of wine for me. I sit for it and take a huge sip.
“I texted Ivy to tell her to watch out for your email,” he says.
“What? Jace!” I cry out. “You shouldn’t have done that. It’s better she finds it when finds it.”
“There’s no way I’m going to sit here for hours twirling my thumbs,” Jace says. “Relax, it’ll be fine. You’re a very good writer.”
“Let’s talk about something else,” I tell him. “Tell me, do you have a favorite among your brothers?”
He laughs. “Nope, I’m close to both of them.” He drinks his wine and then says, “You rarely talk about your brother.”
I can’t deny that because it’s true. It’s not just Marcus I don’t talk about with Jace, it’s a lot of things. I worry that I might say something that will give away who I am. Since I can’t sieve all of it, I find it easier to not say anything. “What do you want to know?”
“His name for starters,” Jace says. “You’re the most secretive person I know. If I didn’t know any better, I’d bet you worked for the FBI.”
I know that Jace is teasing but that doesn’t stop nausea from rising up my throat. “His name is Marcus and he’s married to Charlotte, my wonderful sister-in-law.”
“Is there a chance of me meeting them?” Jace says.
I’m about to protest when I remember the way he reacted when he thought I was keeping him a secret. “Sure.”
He rolls his eyes dramatically. “When?”
“I’ll let you know.” I have no intention of introducing him to Marcus or Charlotte. It’s one thing to watch my own mouth and quite another to police other people. I refuse to torture myself.
My phone vibrates and Jace grabs it before I can. He looks at the screen.
“Amelia.” He gives me the phone and my hands tremble as I take it.
“I’ll call her back,” I tell him trying to sound casual. Why would Amelia call me at this time? An idea probably. I text her and explain I have company and can’t pick up her call. I remove all notification sounds and when she texts me back, it simply lights up.
Are you fucking Jace Anderson??
My face heats up. I text her back. What?
She replies. Nothing. Call me tomorrow. I have an idea.
“A friend?”
I look up to find Jace watching me. I smile. “You could say that.”
“Who are your closest friends?” he asks.
I’m saved from answering by the ring of my phone. “It’s Ivy,” I whisper to Jace as if she can hear me.
“Pick it up,” he says with a huge smile.
I hit answer and put it on speaker phone. “Hi, Ivy.” My heart is pounding so hard it’s unbelievable.
“Oh my God,” Ivy says. “You wrote that?”
“Yes.”
“You write like a seasoned writer,” she gushes. “So natural. I don’t even have anything to add. Tell you what, you should try and get it published. I’m sure that there are many magazines whose readers would enjoy reading our story.”
“Thank you,” I tell her. “I can’t tell you how much your words mean to me.”
“You’re welcome. I still think you should try and write novels,” Ivy says.
I chuckle. “I think I’ll stick to shorter pieces for now.”
I disconnect the call and high-five Jace.
“I told you she’d have nothing but praise for your writing,” he says.
I’m so happy, it feels as if I’m suspended in the air. Jace and I finish off the bottle of wine and, feeling more than a little tipsy, we go back to bed. He lies on the bed and I crawl on top of him.
“One day, you’ll be a very famous writer and I’ll tell everyone that you’re my girlfriend,” he says, staring into my eyes.
I go still. I thought that Jace intended this to be a short affair.
“You look as if that’s the last thing you want,” he says quietly after seeing my reaction.
“I’m just surprised that’s all,” I tell him.
“Why?”
I shrug and look down at his handsome face. I suddenly want to cry. I shouldn’t have slept with him. I shouldn’t have taken this assignment. Amelia was right to doubt my abilities. I’m way in over my head. I’ve been kidding myself. I can’t separate my emotions from my assignment. But it’s not fair to dump all my feelings of failure on Jace, so I plaster a smile on my face. Inside though, my heart breaks for him. There’s no good way out of this and he doesn’t deserve it.
“I didn’t want to hope,” I tell him.
His features relax with a smile. “Why? Are you married?”
I laugh. “Of course not.”
He slips a hand between my legs and rubs me over the thin fabric of my lacy see-through panties. He lets out a groan that intermingles with mine.
“I love how wet you get,” he says.
I gyrate my hips and press myself against his hand. “You do that to me, Jace Anderson.” I hope he’ll remember these moments when the truth comes out. No one can fake physical attraction for another person. I hope he’ll remember how much I always wanted him and that it will be a comfort to him.
He pushes my panties to one side and slides in two fingers. I raise myself to give Jace better access. He applies just the right amount of pressure on my pleasure points. His free hand slips under my shirt and he teases my nipples, one at a time.
I flatten my hands on his chest and caress the soft hairs covering it. I’m so glad tomorrow is Saturday and we can sleep in. Then I remember that Jace has to go to the clinic in the morning. I make a mental note to wake up and go with him. I can write at my desk while he makes his rounds.
“What are you thinking?” Jace says bringing his hands to cup my ass.
I laugh. “Sorry. I was making plans for tomorrow. I could go with you to the clinic and while you make your rounds, I’ll write on my work computer.”
“Sounds like a plan. I have a surprise for you as well. Pack for an overnight trip.”
“Where are we going?” This is so exciting. No one has ever planned a surprise trip for me.
Chapter 14: Olivia
Jace presses his erection against my ass.
I’m suspended between sleep and consciousness. I manage to crack open one eye. It’s still dark. I make a protesting noise but Jace ignores it. One hand comes up to cup my naked breast. He teases my nipple until it is a hard peak. I’m fully away now and alert to everything that Jace is doing. I could get used to this type of alarm clock. He peppers my neck with kisses, his scent surrounding me like a warm cozy blanket.
I love everything about Jace Anderson.
His hand moves away from my breast, trailing downward to my belly but then it veers to my hip and my ass. He pushes my leg to the front and dips his hand between my thighs. I moan when his fingers find my clit, sending me into shivers of ecstasy. Jace slips in a finger and fucks me with it. I thrust out my ass and wiggle it. Tortured moans leave my lips. “More.”
“Your wish is my command,” Jace says and he withdraws his finger. A few seconds later, I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance.
I’ve never wanted something this badly. Not at this time of morning anyway. He pushes it in and I bite back a whimper. He fills me completely and then we start to move together as one. I clutch the bedsheets as he thrusts in and out. It feels so good. Whimpers of need leave my mouth. I call out his name and beg him to let me come.
“Soon,” Jace says.
Hard, rough strokes rock my body until I cry out and cover his hand with mine. Our bodies fuse in one hot, shared sticky release.
“That was fantastic,” Jace says. His cock is still buried inside me. He kisses my shoulder. “I wish we could walk around like this forever but I’m thinking we might lose our jobs.”
I laugh softly.
“Get up, sleepy head. Time to shower,” he says and pulls out of me.
I’m not a morning person and I groan my way to the bathroom. I start to feel better when the warm water of the shower hits me. We wash each other and share a few hot kisses. We can’t keep our hands off each other.
I was a fool to imagine that sleeping with Jace once would take care of the attraction I felt for him. If anything the first time we slept together added to the fuel. We towel each other off and return to my bedroom. It’s a new level of intimacy to dress and chat as if we’ve been together for years. After a cup of coffee, we leave my apartment with my weekend bag hanging from Jace’s shoulder.
At the clinic parking lot, Jace looks around, sees no one, and leans across the seat to kiss me. His hand snakes between my legs and cups my mound with his hand possessively. I inhale a sharp breath.
“You drive me crazy just by being you,” Jace says, pulling back to stare into my eyes.
“You do the same to me,” I tell him. I feel so much for him that it’s frightening. I thread my fingers through his silky soft hair and pull him back to me for a kiss that is long and leisurely. In the privacy of the car, Jace is all mine. When we get out, he becomes the CEO of The Anderson Clinic and is out of bounds.
