Billionaires, Bad Boys, and Alpha Males (102 page)

Her legs shivered and spasmed.

His tongue penetrated her, as he brought
his thumb up to the nub of her clitoris and flicked it once, twice, three
times. She cried out each time he touched it.

And then his fingers were rubbing her
mound and her clit, and her juices were flowing and she was crying out again
and again, her hands clutching the sheets.
 
“Please, I need you,” she rasped.
 
“Inside of me.”

He rose up onto his knees on the
bed.
 
“Turn onto your stomach,” he
commanded.

Desperate for him to enter her, she spun
to her belly and lifted her pelvis, arching her back.
 
She was sweating and slick all
over.
 

“I’m going to have my way with you.
 
I’ve had your mouth and your pussy, but
I’ve never been inside your ass, Nicole.
 
And tonight I’m going to penetrate you anally.”

A nervous feeling rippled through her
belly.
 
Was she ready to accommodate
him?
 
Of course she would try, but
her buttocks clenched in anticipation.

“Are you nervous?” he asked her.

“A little.”

“Don’t be.
 
I’m going to make sure you want it as
much as I do,” he told her.

She wasn’t so sure.
 
But then he was spanking her bare butt
and it was loosening her muscles.
 
Nicole truly enjoyed the feeling of her butt being slapped by
Red—it was so sexy and enticing, the way he did it.
 
Every time his hand touched her bare
skin, she was reminded anew of how much this man turned her on.

And she was still getting wetter.

Suddenly, he went from spanking her to
pushing his erect penis against her pussy lips, sliding the head in and out
slowly.
 
Waves of pleasure rolled
through her.
 
“I’m going to come,”
she said.

“No, not yet.”
 
He pulled out, and then he was taking
her own juices and lathering up her anus, pressing one finger against it
gently, testing.
 
It was different,
but very pleasant, Nicole realized.
 
Still, she was anxious about the size—the girth—of Red’s
penis going into her that way.

A moment later, he was reaching under her
right hip and using his fingers to stimulate her clitoris, and once again she
was very close to climaxing.
 
“Now
you touch yourself,” he commanded.

Gratefully she began masturbating, using
both hands to rub her swollen mound.
 
The climax was building.
 
As
she did this, Red pushed the head of his cock into her anus.
 
The tip slid in and the feeling was so
exciting to her that she started to have an orgasm.
 

“That feels good,” she whispered.

“You’re so tight,” he said.
 
“I’m going in further now. Tell me if it
becomes too much.”
 
And then he was
sliding in and the sensation was much more pleasant than Nicole ever could have
imagined, although there was some pressure too that could have been
uncomfortable if she didn’t trust him so much.
 
She played with her pussy as he moved
into her, sliding in and out of her wet rectum.
 
She began to push back into him, taking
his cock even further than expected.

Red gasped.
 
“Oh my god.
 
Nicole.
 
You feel amazing.”

“I’m coming,” she cried out.

And then he came inside of her as she
climaxed, and it was a strange, but distinctly good sensation as she was
stimulated in both places at once.

“Now I’ve taken you in every imaginable
way,” he told her, whispering it into her ear.

“Yes,” she murmured.
 
“And I love that I’m yours.”

“You’re mine and no man will ever have
you the way that I’ve had you.”

“There will never be anybody else but
you,” she told him.
 
“Now promise me
I’m the only one for you, Red.”

He held her close to him and she could
feel his heart racing, slowing just a little at a time.
 
“You’re the only one for me,” he
said.
 
“And nothing will ever break
us apart.”

***

The next morning started off well.

At about nine o’clock in the morning, Red
had his laptop open and he was playing a streaming Internet program called The
Street Sweep, a show about the stock market. It was a repeat of yesterday’s
show, since right now it was about three in the morning back in the U.S.

While the Internet show played in the
background, Red and Nicole were eating the breakfast they’d ordered from room
service.

Red was having eggs Florentine and Nicole
was eating the Eggs Benedict.
 
They
were sitting at the small table in the living room next to a large picture
window overlooking the street.

It felt very European, Nicole thought
with a smile, as she sipped the delicious dark German coffee.
 
She’d never even had room service before
in her entire life.

She took a forkful of egg and dipped it
in the hollandaise sauce, savoring the bite as it melted in her mouth.
 
“This might be the best breakfast I’ve
ever had,” she told him.

“I’m not going to mention that to Chef
Roland, he’d be very hurt,” Red replied with a wry grin.

Suddenly she had a thought that bothered
her a little.
 
The thought was that,
as fun as eating breakfast in a fancy hotel room was, she didn’t want it to
become her entire life.
 
Casually,
she said, “I’ve been thinking your mother might have made a good point.”

His eyes narrowed a fraction.
 
“What do you mean?” he asked.
 

“How she said this life gets
boring.”
 
Nicole toyed with her eggs
briefly.
 
She wasn’t even sure why
the thought had come up in her mind.
 
After all, she was having a grand time in the scheme of things.
 
Sure, there was a lot of stress right
now about Red’s company, but flying around the world, eating different cuisine,
meeting people from different cultures—Nicole found it all exciting.
 

But she wondered if long-term, it would
really be enough.

“Boring?” he said, sitting back with his
coffee cup and taking a dramatic sip.
 
“Was last night dull for you?”

She felt her face flush as she recalled
what he’d done to her in the middle of the night.
 
Even thinking about it got her wet, and
right now she was only wearing a hotel bathrobe.
 
Nothing at all underneath.
 
“Last night wasn’t boring,” she said,
smiling and avoiding his gaze.
 
“What I meant was that maybe after some years, it could get
repetitive.
 
There has to be more to
life, don’t you think?”

He put his cup down and looked at
her.
 
“Of course there’s more to
life.
 
That’s why I have you.”

She smiled again, but shook her
head.
 
“No, that’s not what I mean
either.”

“Well, then, what exactly are we talking
about?”

Finally Nicole met his eyes.
 
“I mean a family.”

Red nodded, considering the question for
a while.
 
Nicole started to wonder
if she was scaring him off.
 
They’d
never ever discussed the idea of children, and this was probably a bad time to
bring up the subject.
 
“I want to
have a family some day,” he said.
 
“I never really thought much about it until you came into my life.
 
I never really had an answer in my mind
until this very moment, sitting and looking at my beautiful fiancé.”

“I don’t want you to do it just for me,”
she said.

“It wouldn’t be,” he said.
 
“But I’d never met anyone that made me
think I wanted to have children until you came along.
 
I know you’d be a loving, kind
mother.
 
You’re gentle and sweet,
and I think I’d like to see a little girl version of you running around our
house.”
 
He smiled.

Nicole’s heart was beating faster.
 
“I’m not saying we have to do it anytime
soon.”

“I wouldn’t mind trying right now,” he said,
his eyes hungry as he looked her up and down.

“Red,” she giggled.

And then they heard someone on the
Internet radio show mention “Red Jameson’s free falling company.”
 
Both of them fell silent.

“You know every day,” the radio announcer
said, “I like to talk a little bit about stocks that are going to have a lot of
action.
 
Sometimes it’s because
they’re announcing positive earnings, or it could be a piece of street gossip.”

Red glared at his laptop.
 
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“In this case,” the host went on, “it’s a
mix of two pieces of information that have hit Wall Street.
 
Red Jameson and his billion-dollar
business, Jameson International, have rarely taken a wrong step since he
started the company nearly a decade ago.
 
But recently, things have turned ugly.
 
For the first time last quarter, they
posted earnings significantly below what was projected.
 
And then, Jameson spent almost a hundred
million dollars to acquire a German advertising firm, which was since reported
to have lost nearly two-thirds of its top executives to European mogul Kane
Wright.
 
And now it’s being reported
that Kane Wright’s firm has also stolen Jameson’s biggest German advertising
client, and the company is on the brink of collapse.
 
As a result, we expect that tomorrow’s
trading will show a huge downturn for Jameson International’s already ailing
stock price…”

Red turned the show off with a quick
motion and got up from the table, muttering and swearing.
 

Nicole’s appetite was gone.
 
“Red, what does this mean?”

He smiled tightly, his cheeks red with
anger.
 
“What it means, is that last
night while he was wining and dining us, the delightful Kane Wright had already
stolen the biggest German client we had.
 
I should have known that would be coming, but I made a rookie mistake.
 
I was so busy trying to gather my guns
for the big battle that I forgot to lock the doors and windows in my
house.
 
Kane Wright came in through
the back entrance and robbed us blind.”
 
Red folded his arms and looked up at the ceiling.
 
“He didn’t even need to fire a shot to
kill us dead.”

“What do we do now?” Nicole asked.

“Now?” Red laughed hollowly.
 
“There’s nothing left for me to do.
 
Next week, when the board of directors
of Jameson International meets, I’m going to be fired.
 
And then I imagine they’ll structure
some kind of buyout deal with Kane Wright.”

“He told you this would happen last
night,” Nicole said.
 
“Kane warned
you that if you didn’t agree to a partnership, he would destroy your company
and you along with it.”

“I know,” Red agreed.
 
“I just underestimated how fast he’d do
the job.
 
It’s basically game
over.
 
Now I just wait for my pink
slip.”
 
He laughed again, shook his
head.
 
“Kind of a funny way for
everything to end.”

“Will this ruin you financially?” Nicole
asked.

He looked up at her.
 
“And what if it does?
 
Will that change anything between
us?”
 

“Of course it wouldn’t.
 
I don’t give a shit about your
money.
 
I love you.”

He stared at her, as if not trusting what
she’d just said.
 
“You’re absolutely
certain of that?”

Nicole stood up and walked toward him,
her chin held high.
 
“Who do you
think I am?” she said, her eyes focused on him, standing her ground
completely.
 
“My father is a
mechanic.
 
My mother works at a tiny
little office supplies store in upstate New York.
 
I never had much money and I don’t care
if I ever do.
 
As long as I can eat
and have a roof over my head and someone who I love that loves me back—I
couldn’t care less whether or not I own a private jet.”