Billionaires, Bad Boys, and Alpha Males (107 page)

“Please, sir.
 
I can’t hold out any longer.”

“You must,” he said, and then took his
tongue and swept up her slit with one long motion.

She cried out in desperation and ecstatic
frustration.
 
“I can’t stop it!”

Her whole body was shaking like a leaf in
a hurricane.
 
She didn’t know how
much longer she could even stand up.
 

Red was enjoying this torture.
 
His tongue was slower now, working on
her with a concerted diligence, probing her most secret place with total
knowledge of what would get her off.
 
Slowly, his tongue circled her flesh, swirling first one way and then
the next.

Nicole was starting to cry a little from
the pleasure that could not be fully released.
 
Her teeth chattered.

Red continued licking her as he reached
around front and began casually rubbing her clitoris.
 
Now he was rubbing her in the front and
licking her from behind.
 
All of the
stimulation was too much.
 
He was
going to make sure she failed at awaiting his command to come.

“Oh, oh please…please sir…please let me…”
she begged.

He continued on, and she was pouring
herself out, the smell of her scent strong in the air.
 

He was sucking and licking, sucking and
licking, his fingers rubbing more and more furiously.
 
She was going to explode or pass
out.
 
Nicole had lost all control of
herself.

She screamed, on the verge of total
collapse.

And then he suddenly got to his feet and
unleashed his manhood, pushing into her from behind—all of his cock at
once thrust inside of her.

“Now you may come,” he said.

And she did come, before he was even
finished with his sentence, her whole body was climaxing.
 
She actually fell backwards into him,
her muscles were like stone, completely rigid.

She was crying out as he took her in his
arms, his hands holding her breasts as he pumped against her, pushing his
erection in and out of her throbbing wet entry.
 

Nicole came three or four times, one wave
building to the next and the next, bigger and bigger.

Finally, just when it seemed it couldn’t
end, that she’d be swept away into an endless string of orgasms…the last one
petered out and she was done.

Nicole broke down and sobbed in his arms
from the exhaustion of it all.

Red took her blindfold off, untied her
wrists, and carried her to the bed, laid her down and held her.
 
“Was it too much?”

She nodded, then she shook her head
no.
 
Then she nodded again.

He laughed and she laughed too, looking
into his kind eyes.
 
“I loved it,”
she said.
 
“But it nearly killed
me.”

Red smiled at her.
 
“I don’t know what comes over me when
I’m close to you,” he said.
 
“I want
to make every experience the most intense one you’ve ever had.
 
I want you to think of nothing else,
nothing but my touch.”

“It’s all I ever want,” she said, kissing
his neck.
 
“You didn’t finish yet,
did you?” she asked.

He was still breathing heavily.
 
“Not yet,” he said.
 
“But I don’t care.”

She reached down and started stroking his
rock hard shaft.
 
“I care,” she said,
grinning mischievously.

His nostrils flared and his eyes had that
hungry look again.

She began stroking faster and faster as
he hovered above her.
 
She liked
watching his expression as she did it.
 
She could see the want and the need written all over his face, and
Nicole liked that power.
 

Nicole lay back on the bed, sensing what
he wanted to do to her.
 
He moved on
top of her and slowly she took him into her mouth, as he straddled her.
 
Now Red was controlling her, sliding his
cock in and out of her mouth at whatever speed he desired.
 
She locked her lips tightly around his
shaft.

“Oh my god,” he said.

She slid her tongue up and down his
manhood as he pressed into her.
 
Then he pulled slightly out so that just the head of him was still in
her mouth.
 
She bobbed her head back
and forth on it as fast as possible.

“Nicole, Nicole, Nicole,” he
whispered.
 
And then he was fucking
her mouth faster and faster.

Nicole was letting him do it, she wasn’t
resisting, even though he was enormous and she sometimes didn’t know if she
could take him all the way in.

“I’m going to come,” he said.
 
“Can I come in your mouth like this?”

She nodded.
 
And then he was thrusting faster and she
wanted it all, wanted to feel the rush of his seed as it spilled down her
throat—and he did, spurting into her warm, wet mouth.

Surprisingly, she had yet another
orgasm—she was so turned on from giving Red pleasure this way.

That night, they fell asleep in each
other’s arms, and Nicole could have sworn they merged at some point and she
didn’t know or care who was who and all she knew was love.

***

On the flight home, Red seemed carefree
in a way that surprised Nicole.

He was smiling and happy, even though she
knew things were terrible on the business side of things.
 
She knew he’d essentially given up on
trying to fix the German advertising agency they’d acquired, and he was
ignoring almost all of his phone calls.

She didn’t bother him about it.
 
Nicole figured that as long as he seemed
happy, she wasn’t going to rock the boat.

But mid-way through the flight, as the
two of them sat holding hands, she looked at his face and saw in his eyes that
he was bothered.
 
It wasn’t anything
obvious—she just knew.

“What are you going to do now?” she asked
him.

He sighed.
 
“Take my lumps like a man, I guess.”

“What does that mean, exactly?”

“It means I’m going to wait patiently
until the board of directors meets, and then I’ll go in, give a little speech,
and get fired.”

She nodded, hesitant about the next thing
she wanted to ask him.
 
Red looked
at her and pushed her bangs out of her eyes with the tips of his fingers.
 
She licked her lips, started to speak
and then thought better of it.

“What’s on your mind, babe?” he said.

“I don’t want to make you mad.”

“You can tell me anything.”

She exhaled.
 
“Okay.
 
Well, I was just thinking—are you
sure you don’t want to take Kane Wright’s offer after all?”

Red uttered a high-pitched laugh of
disbelief.
 
“Please tell me you’re
joking, Nicole.”

“I knew you’d be mad.”

“I’m not mad, I’m baffled.
 
How many times are you going to
flip-flop on this thing?
 
One second
you’re telling me to make a deal with him, the next you’re taking it all back
and telling me he’s a creep.
 
Now
you’re telling me to reconsider yet again?”

“No, no, it’s just—“

“Just what?
 
Did you have another conversation with
him?” Red asked, peering into her eyes with a look that was bordering somewhere
between humorous and mistrustful.

“Of course I didn’t have a conversation
with him.
 
I’ve been with you pretty
much every second of the day.”

He breathed heavily through his nose and
settled back into his seat.
 
“I’m
not going to deal with that snake in the grass.
 
The moment he called you behind my back,
he proved what I knew all along—that he absolutely cannot be trusted.”

“I’m sorry I brought it up.
 
It just seems like you’ve stopped
fighting.”

Red closed his eyes and smiled a
little.
 
“Well, maybe it’s about
time I stopped fighting.
 
I’ve been
fighting my whole damn life and I’m sick of it, Nicole.”
 
His hand reached out and found
hers.
 

“Has Kane been trying to contact you?”
she asked.

“I really don’t want to keep discussing
him,” Red said softly, his eyes still closed.
 
“But yes.
 
He’s called a few times.
 
It’s been kind of fun to ignore him, I’m
sure it’s driving the idiot insane.”
 
That brought another smile to Red’s lips and then he drifted off to
sleep.

***

When they arrived home to the mansion in
Connecticut, Red didn’t want to have any contact with the outside world.
 
He turned off his phone and told Nicole
to do the same, unhooked the Internet router, unplugged the television sets in
the house—at least most of them.
 
Who had time to go through twenty guest rooms and unplug every single
TV?

Instead of spending time on their phones
or the Internet, they did things around the property.
 
They swam, sunned themselves, played a
few games of tennis (she was terrible and could barely get her racquet on the
ball), walked the grounds, and of course made love.

All in all, Nicole thought, as night fell
on the second day home, things could have been a lot worse.

Maybe Kane Wright had been wrong about
his predictions for Red—maybe Red really was ready to let Jameson
International go.
 
He seemed happier
and more relaxed than he’d been in a long time—maybe the most relaxed
he’d been since she knew him.

Nicole told him she wanted to cook dinner
that night, so while Red hopped in the shower, she got to work on making him a
nice meatloaf dinner.
 
It was
amazing the amount of food and sundries that were available in this kitchen,
she thought to herself as she gathered the ground sirloin, ketchup,
Worcestershire sauce, garlic onion, cumin, and the other fixings.
 

She began chopping the onion, enjoying
the smell of it and knowing how good this meatloaf would come out if she could
follow her mother’s recipe to the letter.
 
Sure, it might not be the fancy pants stuff that Red was used to eating
from Chef Roland or those five-star restaurants, but sometimes a nice home
cooked meal made with love was even better.

She sighed contentedly to herself as she
worked, thinking about the fact that this was really all she needed.
 
Nicole would be more than happy to live
with Red in some two-bedroom house in New Hampshire or Vermont, with a tiny
garden, some land, a couple of kids and a dog.
 

She didn’t need all this other stuff that
came with Red’s lifestyle and his work.
 
What made her truly happy was simply being with him, spending time
together, talking and laughing and loving.

So maybe it really was okay if Red lost
his business, even though the mere thought of it still chilled her to the bone.

She reminded herself that Red had never
been better or happier than he’d been all day today, as she mixed the onion and
garlic and egg mixture into her ground beef.

The smell was getting richer and better.

Suddenly, there was a buzz of the house
intercom system.
 
She knew that
there was a direct line from the guard posted at the gate out front, but she’d
never seen it used before.

Quickly washing her hands, as the phone
buzzed again, Nicole walked to it and picked up.
 
“Hello?”

“Ma’am, this is Jeff Phillips at ADS
Security.
 
We have a man at the
front gate who says he’s Red’s brother and is requesting to be let in.”

“Oh.
 
And you’ve checked his ID?” she asked, wondering if it was possible the
man was some kind of imposter.

“Yes, ma’am.
 
His driver’s license appears valid and
everything checks out on that end.
 
But I wasn’t given any indication that Red was expecting visitors
tonight.”

“No, we weren’t expecting him…” she said,
confused.
 
But if it were Red’s
brother, she thought, he would certainly want to see him.
 
Nicole didn’t feel right keeping him
waiting any longer than he already had been.
 
“Let him through,” she said.