Billionaires In Love (Vol. 2): 5 Books Billionaire Romance Bundle (74 page)

              Just as she hooked her thumbs under the sides of her panties, he stopped her, holding her hands then using his own to graze the skin around her backside until he was gripping her ass.

              His mouth, the smooth slippery curve of his tongue, played around her right nipple before he sucked the mound of her breast, simultaneously massaging her ass, making her grow wet and tingly.

              “I need to forget,” she said, savoring the feel of his hands as they grazed up her back and cupped the nape of her neck, steadying her.

              “I know,” he groaned. “I can do that for you.”

              Leaning in, his lips met hers and he enveloped her in a deep kiss. She felt him harden against her stomach, as he pressed his erection against her, his smooth hard shaft angling up her soft belly. When she reached for it, wrapping her hand around his thickness, she moaned in anticipation of feeling the length of him thrust into her. She couldn’t have him like that soon enough.

              Easing backwards, she felt the edge of the bed against her thighs, Taylor shuffling with her, kissing and moving his hands over the soft curves of her body, the sharp angles of her shoulders and hips, with urgency.

              She sat then shifted backwards, making sure she was at the center of his bed before lying back and spreading her legs, all the while gripping and caressing his muscular arms, feeling that he was there and real and getting lost in the reality of him.

              He pressed down and found her lips again, grinding his erection into her pelvis to stimulate her clitoris through her panties. It was so sexy that he was completely nude, pressing and kissing and motioning over her to rouse her pleasure.

              Removing his hand from her breast, he kissed it, suckling her nipple and at times flicking it, as he angled his hard erection into the apex between her legs, teasingly.

              “Take off my panties,” she said on a breathy exhale, but he didn’t, perhaps having too much fun feeling the heat roll off of her.

              His lips found her neck, which he kissed and licked, as his index finger hooked under the strip of thin lace between her legs, his finger grazing over her labia and heightening her arousal. She was slippery and wet and aching for him to slide his finger within the hot folds of her vagina.

              “You’re so sexy when you’re turned on,” he groaned.

              She grasped his erection and began stroking as she said, “So are you.”

              Then he shifted and she wasn’t sure how he was repositioning himself until he yanked her hips, sliding her down the bed and lifting her onto his folded thighs so that they were perfectly aligned, her legs wrapping around his hips, him gazing down at her, angling his erection between her legs, feeling the mound of her left breast with his free hand.

              “Oh,” she said, getting lost in the sensual massage, the exhilarating contrast between the hot tip of his erection between her legs, the warmth of his strong hand over her breast, and the cool AC kissing every last inch of her.

              Then he pulled her panties aside, found her clitoris with his thumb, and began massaging her with tight, deliberate circles, which stirred up a surge of heat and tingles.

              Next she felt the hard, wide head of his erection press between her legs, and she moaned as the size of him soothed her aching body. Thrusting in, he held her hips and didn’t stop penetrating her until he’d filled her completely. When he did, he held himself deeply and they breathed together, Taylor relishing her tight wet sheath, and Rose savoring the bliss of gradually expanding to acclimate to his big size.

              “Damn, you feel incredible,” he groaned, as he began thrusting gently, sliding in and out by only a fraction to stir up the most amazing heat and friction, hitting her sensitive spots deep inside, as he kept his thumb circling her clit.

              “Oh, you feel good,” she moaned in response. “Harder.”

              He obeyed, quickening his pace, pulling out farther and farther and pounding into her aching body a little harder with each thrust. Every time he slid in and met with firm resistance deep inside, her breasts jiggled, causing a wave of tingles through her body. He was so big, she almost couldn’t handle him this rough, but she liked it. Her mind was clear. There was nothing else in this world except Taylor, his body, and the outstanding pleasure he was giving her.

              Lowering down and hooking his forearms under her shoulders, he kissed her, and the angle provided a new thrill, hitting her in just the right way to stimulate her G-spot and bump into her clit in blissful alternation.

              Quickening his rough thrusting, Taylor grunted in her ear, pounding harder, and she couldn’t spread her legs wide enough, loving every inch of him. He was so sexy, sounding like an animal, and she could feel dew beads of sweat erupting along his strong back as she stroked it.

              He shifted his weight to his left forearm, pounding all the while, and found her breast with his right hand. As he squeezed it, at times pinching her nipple and inflicting an edge of pain, he held his thick penis deep inside to let her body calm. Filling her so completely aroused a strong clench then a flutter through her loins. But just as it was building, he gently caressed her nipple and grazed circles around her breast, as he resumed his powerful thrusts.

              “Oh, baby,” she moaned. “I’m so close.”

              “You like it rough?” He groaned.

              “Oh, God, yes, yes, oh it’s building.”

              He licked her teeth then kissed her mouth, sucking before he eased off to look at her.

              Just as she felt she might arch over the peak into an orgasm, he again held himself deep inside her and began grinding, stirring up heat and friction within and stimulating her clitoris at the same time.

              Immediately, she neared her climax, moaning and arching her head back and welcoming the burst that would surely follow.

              “Shit,” he said, stopping.

              “What?” She moaned, so close and begging him to go on, her hands cupping his ass as though she could prevent him from pulling out.

              He laughed. “Your panties are chaffing me.”

              “Oh, no.”

              Making fast work of freeing her, Taylor eased off, grabbed her panties and pulled them down her legs, as she lifted her feet in the air, helping him.

              “Damn, you look good like that,” he said.

              She smiled, keeping her toes pointing to the ceiling. Next she felt his warm hands caressing up and down the length of her legs, before he grabbed her ankles with his left hand and bent them to the bed until her feet were beside her head.

              “God, you look so pretty right here,” he said, grazing his finger up the length of her throbbing labia. “And here,” he said, circling her anus.

              Being touched there sent a tingle shimmying through her loins.

              He rubbed her breast then pressed the thick head of his erection against her tight, wet sheath. With her legs together and the fact that she was folded in half, the sensation of him slowly penetrating her vagina was beyond sexy. He squeezed her ass as he thrust in farther, and as he filled her inch by inch, she moaned and caught her breath as soon as she felt the length of him throbbing deep inside.

              Lowering down to her, he helped her adjust again so that her ankles rested on his shoulders. The angle was amazing, and when he began thrusting fast, slamming into her fleshy bottom, she felt a massive wave of pleasure rush through her.

              “Oh,” she moaned. “I’m close again.”

              Hearing that, he slowed his pace to long, sensual strokes, saying, “I want you to have a really big one.”

              “Oh, God.” The hard length of him slowly grazed over her G-spot, back and forth, slippery and wet, and so very large. Every time he filled her completely, his pubic bone pressed into her clitoris, stirring up electric tingles that mounted, as her body burned towards the peak of a huge orgasm.

              “Yes,” she cried out as she climaxed, the hot sheath of her clenching and expanding in powerful contractions.

              “Oh, babe, I can feel you,” he said, working her slowly and keeping his thrusts firm.

              Soon he was pressing deep inside her and holding his erection there, rocking slightly so she could ride her orgasm, clenching around his hard member.

              “I want you to come,” she said as waves of tingles fluttered across her skin in the afterglow.

              “Okay,” he whispered, kissing her mouth and thrusting gradually harder and faster and working up a whole new sensation between her legs.

              She held his face gently as he groaned, pressing into her hard and coming. He sounded so sexy making his orgasm noises, and soon he collapsed into her arms and found her lips with his, kissing her.

              Their kiss turned into smiles, and soon Taylor was laughing, which inspired her to do the same.

              “I definitely forgot the world for a few minutes,” he said before again pressing his mouth to hers.

              “Me too.”

              With Layla out of One World, Rose couldn’t seem to get a hold of Carter other than a few briefly worded text messages. She wasn’t so naive as to think that she would retain Carter’s loyalty after having fired his girlfriend, but she thought he would at least resign by giving her a direct explanation as to why he couldn’t continue in his role with her organization.

              It had been three days of this. Taylor had been in and out, working hard to get Starlight back on track but with materials that Rose would approve of. In the meantime, other members of One World had come to the Escala to strategize with her, namely Hector and Jenny, who were certainly committed but lacked experience.

              If she were being honest, losing Carter and Layla was coming at a very high price.

              Nevertheless, they planned to meet their attorney, Harold, at the Starlight site and present their negotiation that the construction company dig a new trench eight miles out from the Bellevue town community, so any future natural gas spills wouldn’t be readily absorbed into the water tower.

              She knew Taylor wouldn’t like it. She hadn’t told him yet about the proposal and almost felt bad about it since he’d been working so hard to secure eco-friendly materials. But as she had mentioned to him time and time again, even if his supplies weren’t toxic, natural gas was.

              At noon, Hector and Jenny picked her up from outside the Escala and they made the drive to the Starlight Energy site. Jenny sat behind the wheel of the company Jeep and Hector was going over their negotiations in the passenger’s seat. Rose listened in from time to time but otherwise let the young bloods practice their roles. She was confident and experienced and didn’t need the extra effort.

              When they pulled up beside Harold’s Saab, Rose climbed out of the backseat and let Hector guide her over to their attorney.

              “God, Rose, I was so sorry to hear what happened,” said Harold.

              “It’s fine. No need to dwell.”

              “Oh Christ,” said Jenny, tensing up.

              “What?” asked Rose.

              “They’re building. They’ve laid the pipe. How the hell did this happen?”

              “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” Harold interjected. “You’re going to need some serious leverage to get them to stop and dig a new trench eight miles out.”

              “I can’t believe they resumed,” she said, astonished. Taylor hadn’t said a thing about it. “Are they in the trailer?”

              “It looks like it,” said Harold.

              Rose drew in a deep breath, took Hector’s arm, and the four of them made their way over to the executive trailer and up the steps.

              Harold knocked on the door, and Rose heard footsteps on the other side before it opened.

              She announced her group, saying, “We’re with One World.”

              “I can see that,” said a man whose voice she didn’t recognize.

              “This is our attorney, Harold Markell. And Hector and Jenny. Can we speak with Taylor Montgomery?”

              “He’s meeting with Porter,” said the man.

              “And who am I speaking to?” she asked.

              “Lawrence Mathers.”

              “A guard?”

              “An executive who doesn’t appreciate that you’ve come by unannounced, especially after the damage you’ve caused to this project.”

              “We have no intention of causing further damage,” she asserted, “but it’s imperative we speak with Taylor.”

              Lawrence snorted a laugh. “Can't you speak with him at the Escala? I heard you’re living there.”

              “Please,” she said. “It will only take a few minutes of his time.”

              “Rose?” she heard Taylor’s voice say. “What are you doing here?”

              “We’ve come to negotiate,” she said with her head held high.

              He took her by the arm and led her into the trailer where Porter muttered, “You’ve got to be kidding me. Hasn’t she wasted enough of our precious time and money?”

              Rose instructed Hector to ready the documentation and contract that Harold had drawn up based on the terms One World had worked hard to define over the course of the past few days.

              “We are here as advocates of the Bellevue residents,” she began, aiming her argument at Porter, who she sensed was standing with arms folded in front of the window. “It’s no secret they don’t want a pipeline in their back yard.”

              “And we’ve found alternative materials,” Taylor said gently. “I’m sorry, Rose, but I don’t understand why you’re here right now.”

              “Alternate materials won’t prevent a gas leak or spill. Look, I’ll make this short and sweet. We want you to run the pipeline eight miles out—”

              “This woman is insane,” Porter exclaimed, laughing. “This project has nothing to do with you—”

              “But it has everything to do with the residents in the town you’re threatening to destroy!”

              “She’s a problem, Taylor,” Porter said. “I warned you.”

              “Look,” she said, taking the floor. “Move the pipeline. Build it using the eco-friendly materials. And we won’t go to the press.”

              “Go to the press with what?” Porter snapped. “We’ve done everything by the book. We have all the necessary permits. There’s nothing to expose here.”

              “Isn’t there?” she challenged.

              “Empty threats from a desperate blind woman mean very little to me,” he stated in a sneering tone.

              Rose heard footfall ascend the steps then enter the trailer. Hector whispered, “Carter,” and she quickly turned around.

              “Carter?”

              “They’re not going to move the pipeline, Rose.”

              “They will. Taylor? Will you hear us out?”

              Gently, he said, “Rose…”

              “It doesn’t matter,” said Carter. “I’ve already gone to the press.”

              “Will someone get these lunatics out of here?” Porter demanded.

              “Gone to the press with what?” she fearfully asked.

              “You know what,” he said, “and so does Taylor.”

              “What is he talking about?” Taylor asked.

              “PCP. MDMA. Scopolamine. And two months of psychosis,” said Carter. “You will never live it down.”