Billionaires, Bad Boys, and Alpha Males (33 page)

“Jaxon,” she said.
 
“Please, I don’t think we should –
”

“Don’t think we should what, Princess?” he
asked.
 
“Do this?”
 
His lips moved from her neck to her
mouth, and she turned her head away from him, the last stand of resistance
before what she knew would be certain surrender.

He slid his hands up her body, his fingertips
lightly grazing her arms before moving excruciatingly slowly to her face.
 
He took her chin gently, turning her
face until she was forced to look at him.

Want and desire burned in his eyes, and Anna
averted her gaze, unable to look at him.

“Look at me,” Jaxon demanded.
 
“Anna, look at me.”

She forced herself to look.
 
Lust flamed between them, threatening to
take over.
 
She could see how bad
Jaxon wanted her, and it only served to turn her on more.

“Please,” she begged.
 
“Please, I don’t – ”

But she never finished her thought.

The kiss enveloped her, overtaking her whole
body.
 
His mouth was on hers for
what seemed like hours, strong at first, then gentle, pulling back, speeding
up, driving her crazy.
 

His hands started on her face, cradling her
chin gently as he kissed her, then moving down her body as the kiss
intensified.
 
He stroked her
shoulders, then grabbed her hips, holding her tight against him.

He played with the bottom of her skirt, pulling
it up to stroke her bare thighs, then pushing it down again as he moved back up
her body, his hands lingering over the sides of her breasts.
 
It was the most exquisite torture she’d
ever known.“Jaxon,” she breathed.
 
“Jaxon, please…”

“Please, what, Princess?”
 

She could tell he was enjoying this, enjoying
teasing her, enjoying driving her out of her mind.

And then, just like that, he decided to stop
teasing.

He grabbed both of her hands, pushed them over
her head and back against the wall.
 
Sliding his fingertips back down her body, he gripped the bottom of her
tank top and pulled it over her head, discarding it on the floor.
 

The air hit Anna’s bare skin, and she
shivered.
 
Jaxon pulled her close, his
body warming hers. She ran her hands over his chest, feeling the hardness of
his muscles, the strength of his shoulders.
 
He pulled his own shirt off, and it
joined hers on the floor.

She took him in, wondering how she could be
with a man this beautiful.
 
His body
was lean and hard, the kind of body that could have been in a Calvin Klein
ad.
 
She felt small and vulnerable
when he pulled her close and kissed her again.

“Oh, Anna,” Jaxon said, moving back and taking
her in.

She swallowed hard, then moved her arms up to
cover herself.
 
But he took her arms
and put them down at her sides.
 
For
one long, delicious moment, he looked at her, naked from the waist up.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said.
 
There was awe in his voice, and Anna
didn’t have a chance to figure out if she believed him before his mouth was
back on hers.
 

His kisses had gone to another level now, as if
seeing her body had kicked his desire into another level of intensity.

His hands snaked around her waist, pushing her
body against his, crushing her breasts against his chest.
 
Then he let her go, his fingers finding
her nipples.
 
He teased the
tightened nubs until Anna felt like she might lose her mind.

He pulled her skirt up, forcefully, and Anna
gasped.
 
His fingers wasted no time
moving the thin slip of material between her legs over to the side, and he
brushed against her clit, his fingers moving to the rhythm of their kiss.
 

“Oh, God,” Anna moaned.
 
“Jaxon, please, don’t stop.”

Bliss pulsed through her body as he continued
to rub her, moving faster and faster until Anna knew she was going to
orgasm.
 
“Please,” she gasped
again.
 
But something in her tone
must have let him know she was close, because just like that, he took his hand
away.

She bit back the protest that was on her lips,
knowing if she begged, he would just prolong the torture even more.

He took her hand and led her into the
downstairs guestroom, then pushed her down on the bed roughly.
 
Her legs hung off the side, and he
kneeled down and looked up at her.

“I’ll bet you taste delicious,” he said
huskily.
 

Anna bit her lip, not trusting herself to
speak.
 
His hands grabbed her
panties and slid them down her legs.
 
He parted her thighs, and then his mouth was on her, his tongue tracing
slow circles around her clit.

Anna moaned and arched her back, giving herself
to him.
 

He took her right to the brink, and then he was
pulling back, standing up.
 
He slid
her skirt down, tugging it over her hips, over her knees, then tossing it away,
leaving her completely naked on the bed.

He unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to the
floor, and his boxers came next.
 
A
line of hair trailed from his belly button down to his hard cock.

Jaxon’s body lay down on top of hers, cocooning
her, making Anna feel safe and wanted.
 
He kissed her lips softly, then moved a strand of hair off her
forehead.
 
She wanted him inside of
her so bad she ached.
 
It was more
than physical – it was a need that had been building up inside of her for
all these years, an urge that had been much stronger than she’d dared to let
herself believe.

“Is this okay?” Jaxon whispered.
 
He breath was accelerated, and she
watched him, looked into his eyes and saw the desire that pulsed there.
 
But there was something else there, too
– sadness?

“Yes,” Anna breathed.
 
“Yes, it’s okay.”

He entered her slowly, taking his time,
prolonging that exquisite moment when the two of them became one.
 
She moaned as he began to move inside
her, peppering kisses on her forehead before taking her mouth.
 
The kiss grew deeper, his tongue
stroking hers with more intensity as he made love to her.

He moved faster and faster, until finally, Anna
couldn’t take it anymore.
 
She came,
the orgasm washing over her in a tidal wave of pleasure, causing her to cry out
Jaxon’s name.
 
At almost the same
time, she felt him tense on top of her, felt him filling her.

Their bodies stayed pressed together for a long
moment before he rolled over, pulling her into his arms.
 
Anna put her head on his chest,
listening to the beat of his heart, neither of them saying anything. Her body
was completely relaxed, her mind completely content. He stroked her back softly
while she lie there, cradled in his arms.
 

And then, finally, she fell asleep.

***

Jaxon looked down at Anna.
 
Her long blonde hair curled softly on
her shoulders, her rosebud lips parted slightly as she slept on his chest.
 
He couldn’t stop looking at her,
couldn’t believe that after all this time, she had finally been his.
 
In that moment, he knew he was never
going to let her go again.
 
But did
she feel the same way?
A vibrating noise came from the floor of the guest room.
 
His phone, left in the pocket of his
pants.
 
It was probably Katie,
wondering where the hell they were.

He reached for the phone, already formulating
excuses about what was taking them so long.
 
Traffic.
 
Trouble finding the things they were looking
for.
 
Stopping to grab a bite to
eat.

But it wasn’t Katie.
 
It was Donovan Cuban.

Jaxon hesitated, not knowing if he should
answer.
 
Then again, he’d blown off
both calls from Cuban last night.
 
He slid out of bed and into the hallway, shutting the door softly behind
him so that he wouldn’t wake Anna.

“Jaxon Hale,” he said into the phone, hoping he
sounded like he was a busy man who didn’t have too much time to talk.

“Jaxon!” Cuban roared.
 
Cuban was always roaring.
 
Jaxon could picture him at his desk, a
big heavy oak thing on one of the top floors of a shiny silver building in
downtown L.A.
 

Jaxon had been in there once, when he’d first
started out in the business.
 
Back
then, Jaxon had been an assistant to one of the big developers in L.A., a man named
Gordon Janvers.
 
Gordon had taken a
meeting with Cuban, and had brought Jaxon along so he could “see what goes on
at one of these things.”
 

Of course the real reason Jaxon had been
invited was because Gordon wanted to seem important, like the kind of man who
had to travel with an entourage, albeit an entourage of one.

The meeting had been about a piece of land that
had just gone on sale in one of the L.A. suburbs – at the time it had
been a broken down row of abandoned businesses.
 
The strip mall had fallen into
disrepair, and the owner, a bullheaded man named Jonas Miller, had finally
fallen into foreclosure on the property.
 
It was set to go to auction in the next couple of days, and Jaxon’s boss
Gordon wanted it.

But so did Donovan Cuban.

The meeting was supposed to be about who should
get the property, but in the end, Gordon had slunk out of there, promising not
to bid on it.

Jaxon had been baffled – why had Gordon
given up?
 
He had the money to pay
for the property, and if the building was torn down and a new row of commercial
properties had gone up, it would have been a great investment opportunity.
 
The neighborhood in which it was located
was changing, with young professional families moving in.
 

When Jaxon had asked his boss why he had agreed
not to bid on the property, Gordon had clapped him on the shoulder and told him
it was better to take a loss once in a while in order to get ahead long-term.

At first Jaxon hadn’t understood.
 
And then he got it.
 
Gordon was afraid.
 
He was afraid that if he pissed Cuban off
now, Cuban would come after him harder on the next deal.
 
It was then, in that moment, in the
elevator of Donovan Cuban’s building that Jaxon made a vow.
 
He would start his own company, and he
would do things his own way.
 
And he
would never be afraid of people like Donovan Cuban.

As soon as they’d walked out onto the street,
Jaxon had shook Gordon’s hand, thanked him for his mentorship, and then walked
away.
 
He’d set up the cheapest
website he could, using the money he’d saved from the meager wages he’d made
during his time with Gordon, and some savings he’d had from working
construction over college vacations.
 

It had been slow going at first, but Jaxon was
a hard worker, his instincts were sharp, and he knew enough about construction
and contracting to be able to make smart investments.
 
After six months, he’d made enough on
his first flip, a ranch style house in the valley, to afford an office.
 
Things had continued to build from
there, until Jaxon had become a multi-millionaire.

“Hello?” Cuban roared into the phone again
now.
 
Cuban had a big voice, but he
was actually a tiny man who favored pinstriped suits.
 
Jaxon didn’t like bullies.
 
But he had to admit his curiosity was
peeked.

“Yes?” Jaxon asked, making sure to keep his
voice even, like he had no idea why Cuban would be repeating his greeting, or
who Donovan Cuban even was.

“Donovan Cuban,” the man on the other end
yelled.
 
“Jaxon Hale, how the hell
are you?”

“I’m great,” Jaxon said.
 
“What can I do for you?”

And then, suddenly, before Cuban even said
anything, Jaxon knew exactly what this was about.
 

There was a new piece of land that had just
gone on sale, in an up-and-coming neighborhood.
  
It wasn’t a commercial property
– the land was zoned for residential, and the right developer would be
able to make a bundle and help the neighborhood property vales at the same time
if they played their cards right.
 
It was almost an identical situation to the one Gordon had been in all
those years ago.