Billionaires, Bad Boys, and Alpha Males (141 page)

Her back arched like she was in yoga
class, Nicole’s eyes rolled back in her head.
 
Jolts of heat and pleasure shot through
her whole body.

She yelled and cried out like a crazy
woman.
 
Orgasm after orgasm.
 
She must have had four or five, all
coming one after the other, blending together until she lost count.
 

And then she was done, and she was
emotionally and physically spent.

But she knew it wasn’t completely over
and she didn’t want it to be.
 
She
still wanted to pleasure him.
 
Nicole knew he’d been holding out for her, and she wanted nothing more
than to please him now.

Red stood up and told Nicole to unzip
him.
 
Slowly, lovingly, she did so.

“Take me out and put me in your mouth,”
he commanded.
 
She could hear the
deep need in his voice.
 
As badly as
she wanted him, Nicole knew he wanted her just as much.
 
Red was controlled and reserved, but his
desires ran very, very deep.
 
His
whole body was like a hot, coiled wire.

Every muscle in his body was rigid and
she knew that he was exerting tremendous control over his sexual impulses, and
that he’d been just as turned on by her during this entire encounter.

She took out his erect penis and slid her
hand along the head and shaft, exploring it as he moaned at her touch.
 
He was already slick with pre-cum, which
told her that he’d been holding back already.
 
But Nicole knew that without being
told.
 

She slid her warm, wet mouth onto his
cock and took him into her, sucking gleefully at his manhood, sucking with
force and pleasure and insistence.

This was a feeling that was totally
different from what she’d experienced a moment ago.
 
This was her chance to give, to take him
into her mouth but to give him all of her desire through touch and through her
willingness to fully pull him into her.

Nicole wanted to finish him off this way,
something they rarely did.
 
Normally
this was the precursor to sexual intercourse, but she wanted all of him in her
mouth.

Red sensed this, and as his hips began to
move in time with her mouth, she went faster.
 
Sucking, slurping, totally
unselfconscious now, she was doing all she could to give him the climax he
needed and deserved.

Red uttered a cry—something she
almost never heard him do, such was his control.
 
But that told her that he was done
controlling himself and holding out.
 

“Nicole—baby—I’m coming,” he
gasped.

And then he shuddered, his entire body
shuddered and her mouth was filling up with his semen.
  
It poured into her, more than she
expected, but she loved it just the same.
 
It was sweet and hot and she swallowed it down with utter joy.

As he was pumping his seed into her mouth
she touched her privates and quickly had yet another orgasm while sucking his
cock.

When it was over, Red just laughed.
 
“My God, that was fucking intense.
 
What the hell was that?”

He walked back the chair and sat down,
zipping his pants.

Nicole shook her head.
 
“I don’t know what it was.
 
I just know that I loved it.”

“Me too,” he said.

“I think I need to go to bed,” she
replied.

“Let’s grab a shower first,” he told her.

They walked to the master bath together
and got in the hot, steamy shower.
 
Giggling and laughing, they washed one another’s bodies.
 
Red took great pleasure in washing her
hair, so she let him do it even though she wouldn’t have normally wanted to
wash her hair at night.

But feeling Red’s hands caress her hair
and scratch her scalp and lovingly squeeze the soap out of her hair when he was
done shampooing her—it was beautiful, it was magical and innocent and
sweet.

Everything was wet and soapy and they
stopped for long, deep kisses.
 
Through the steam and water and touching of skin on skin, Nicole felt
that there was truly nothing to worry about.
 
She would never let herself get caught
up in petty, silly jealousy.

This man was giving her everything, he
would do anything for her, and he’d proven it again and again.
 

So as she rinsed the soap from her body,
Nicole had a sudden urge to come clean in another way.
 
“I want to change my decision on who we
should hire,” she said.

“What?”
 
He looked at her like she was nuts.
 
His dark hair slicked back, Nicole
thought he could have been a movie star from a different era.
 

“I think Gia is a better fit for the
team,” she admitted.
 
“I just felt a
little confused about the whole thing—you know, having a young,
attractive woman working so closely with you.”

“Then I’ll hire Rick,” he said, shrugging
it off.
 
“No big deal.”

“I don’t want you to hire Rick.
 
I don’t want my little insecurities to
affect how you do your business.
 
Hire Gia.”

He looked at her.
 
“Are you sure, Nicole?
 
Because I don’t want to do something
that makes you even a little uncomfortable.”

“I’m fine now,” she smiled.
 
“Better than fine.”
 

Red leaned in for a kiss.
 
“You’re sure?” he asked again.

“More than sure.”
 

And she was—for the time being.

***

 
“We’ve had our first leak,” Red told her
over breakfast a couple of days later.

“What kind of leak?”

Red sipped his coffee as he stared at his
phone.
 
“A leak about our wedding to
the tabloids.
 
The Rag,
specifically.”

“Shit.”
 
Nicole pursed her lips.
 
“I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I don’t know.
 
It feels like somehow it must be my
fault.”

Red laughed.
 
“You didn’t phone it in, did you?”

“Obviously not.”

“But we should probably think about who
might have,” Red replied.
 
He looked
at her now.
 
“That wedding planner,
maybe.”

Nicole shook her head.
 
“I really don’t think so.
 
I haven’t even spoken to her since that
consultation.”

“Are you going to use her then?”

“I’d like to.
 
I just wanted to take some time to mull
it over first.”

Red sighed.
 
“I’ve gone on record as saying it’s a
mistake to use someone who’s not used to high-profile weddings.
 
She’s going to be totally unprepared for
dealing with the kinds of issues we face, Nicole.”

“I like her.
 
And besides, it makes my mother happy,
which is so rare.
 
Can’t I make my
mom happy just one time?”
 

Red shrugged.
 
“If that’s what you want.
 
I always thought our wedding was about
our happiness.
 
This is our
day—your day especially.”

“I know, but part of what makes me happy
is making the people around me happy—including Mom.”

Red smiled, but she could tell it was
forced.
 
She knew his expressions as
intimately as her own.
 
“Sounds good
to me,” he said.

“We need to discuss the guest list,”
Nicole told him.
 
She’d told him
this numerous times over the last week, but he always had a reason not to.

“Just plan for fifty,” he said.
 
“You put down who you want and
whatever’s left over, I’ll fill.”

“So if I take forty spots, you’ll just
invite ten people?”

“Yes.”
 
He chewed a piece of bacon and then
started texting or emailing on his phone.

“Red, don’t be silly.
 
We can’t keep avoiding this stuff.
 
We need to talk about your family.
 
Are you going to invite your brother,
your mom and dad?”

He shook his head.
 
“I’m sorry but we’re going to have to do
this another time.
 
I need to put
out some fires at the office.
 
We’ve
got a huge pitch coming up and we’re nowhere close to being ready.”

Nicole groaned with frustration and sat
back in her chair.

Red was already getting out of his seat
and heading for the door.
 
“I’ll
call you later,” he said.

“How about a kiss, at least?” she called
back.

“Yeah, of course.”
 
He ran over and kissed the top of her
head.
 
“Love you, babe.”

“Love you, too,” she sighed.

And then he was gone.

After Red left, Nicole got on her laptop
and found The Rag, where of course the leak had originated.
 

On The Rag’s homepage, there was an old
picture of Red looking surprised and confused all at once.
 
Beneath the picture was the story:

It’s On!
 
Red Jameson Vows to Keep Wedding Date!

Media
Mogul Red Jameson and his intern (aka concubine) Nicole Masters have been on
again off again so much that we’ve started to wonder if they’re trying to beat
out Kristin Stewart and Robert Pattinson for most annoying couple that won’t
leave each other alone.

Recently,
The Rag has learned that the sexy ad exec and his vanilla vixen have officially
begun to make wedding plans again, so we can only hope that perhaps they’ll
stop breaking up every other day, if and when they finally seal the deal.

Then
again, maybe they’ll be one of those annoying celebrity couples that divorces
and remarries multiple times as well.
 

Either
way, The Rag will always keep you up to date on the spicy but confused love
life of our favorite billionaire businessman, the Maddest Mad Man we know, Red
Jameson.
 
Stay tuned for more details!

Nicole bit her lip and tried to think
where the story might have originated.
 
After all, very few people knew about their wedding plans.
 
So the list of suspects was relatively
small; her mother, Marcie Tilly, Danielle, and possibly one of the new employees
that Red had hired at his company.

But the most suspicious part was that
these new stories had really started up again at The Rag since Kane Wright took
over.
 
And now that Kane was
involved with Danielle, she was probably telling him things about Red and
Nicole, and he could easily pass that information off to his people at
tabloids.
 
It was good for his
tabloid business and also he seemed to enjoy finding ways to needle Red
whenever possible.

Nicole knew she was going to have to
either broach the subject with Danielle, or she’d have to simply stop telling
her best friend anything about her relationship with Red Jameson.
 
And Nicole didn’t want to stop talking
to Danielle about Red and their life together—after all, friends told
each other things.
 
Without that,
their friendship would surely just decay and blow away in the breeze.

She wasn’t sure what to do, so for now,
Nicole decided to put it off and focus on continuing the wedding preparations.

Nicole decided that it was time to call
Marcie Tilly and let her know she had the job.

***

Marcie was thrilled to be hired as
Nicole’s wedding planner, that much was clear.
 
Nicole had had to hold the phone away
from her ear when the large woman bellowed her excited thanks and appreciation
into the phone.

And now, just a day later, Marcie was
over the house, helping Nicole pick out invitations.
 
Unfortunately, Nicole had made the
mistake of talking to her mother in advance of the meeting, and her mother had
somehow weaseled her way into coming over along with Marcie.

So now the three of them were in the
living room, drinking tea and having biscotti, while Marcie expounded on
wedding do’s and don’ts and Nicole’s mother adding her own two cents.