Change of Passion (Falling for the Billionaire #1) (4 page)

“I said… come, now.”

Bradley pulled and Becky took the
hint.  She stepped from the car and stood up, hurrying to spread her legs so she
could catch her pants from falling. 

For a second time that day, she
watched as Bradley smiled and let out a small laugh.

He then pressed his body against
hers.

His lips were inches from hers
before she knew what was happening.

“Don’t worry,” he said.  “We’ll get
you fixed up before the meeting…”

Bradley’s hands were then at
Becky’s hips.  He squeezed just once and then his hands came together.  His
face hovered inches away from Becky’s as his hands pulled at her pants, lifting
them up.  He buttoned and zipped her pants, his hands moving with a gentle
touch.  He did pull at her, once, hard, forcing her sweet spot to bounce
against his body.

Just that one touch alone made
Becky’s body flood, wishing she could climax again.

When she was all put back together,
Bradley’s hands moved to her hands.  Before Becky could move her fingers, he
was on the move again.  His fingertips moved along Becky’s arms, over her long
sleeved shirt.  She felt the touch but it still wasn’t the same as skin to skin
contact.

“Cool out, isn’t it?” Bradley
asked.

Becky nodded.

“Everything is changing.  Seasons. 
Life.”

He came forward and pressed his
thin lips against Becky’s.  She felt her lips quiver and her knees felt like
puddles.  She would have went down, if it wasn’t for Bradley’s strong hold on
her arms.  He held her up, kissing her with an erotic gentleness that Becky
never experienced before.

By the time Bradley pulled away and
Becky made eye contact with him again, she knew she was his.  She had fallen
for him.  She knew nothing about him other than the essentials – sexy and rich
– and didn’t care about the rest.

In time it would all come, she was
sure of it.

But for now… it would be all sex.

Becky opened her mouth to kiss
Bradley, but he spoke.

“The meeting…”

Becky revised her thoughts.  It
would be all sex… and
the meeting
.

“What’s the meeting?” Becky asked.

“Our meeting,” Bradley said.  “I’ve
mentioned it four times now.  Come with me.”

Bradley’s hands were as fast as his
actions.

He turned, slipped a hand around
Becky’s waist, and walked. 

She was next to him, with him, back
to the elevator. 

The ride was silent and Bradley’s
hand didn’t disappear from her body once.  It didn’t travel either, leaving Becky
wanting him more.  He was a sexual mastermind, whether he knew it or not.

At the tenth floor, Becky simply
smiled, thinking of how fast life had turned for her.

When the elevator finally came to a
stop ten floors later, and the doors opened, she couldn’t believe her eyes.

“Now, we can speak of our
arrangement,” Bradley said.

He pushed Becky from the elevator. 
Her eyes mimicked her mouth – open, in shock, in awe.

She had expected to get off the
elevator and walk a hall, a corridor, or see something that resembled an actual
floor to the building.

It wasn’t nothing of the sorts.

The elevator was directly in
Bradley’s executive office.

The right side of the office was a
large window, wall to wall, floor to ceiling, looking over the entire small
city.  To the suburban areas of town, all the way to the mountains and beyond. 
It was that sight that caught Becky’s eyes first but Bradley had not a care for
what Becky wanted.

As she drifted to the right, he
grabbed her hand and pulled her towards his desk.  He twirled her as though
they were dancing and then he sat her down. 

Bradley leaned against his desk
with his legs crossed at the ankle and his arms crossed across his chest. 
Everything on him, hidden under his suit, looked so well defined.  He was
picturesque in the office, nothing short of a pure testament to his face and
fortune in the world of business, and those who walked among the super rich.

And he wasn’t even thirty.

Parts of his face dared to offer
that young boy look but his eyes always stole the show. 

Staring into his eyes was staring
into the eyes of pure, unfiltered power.

And command.

Lots of command.

Becky liked command.

“My command is everything,” Bradley
said.  “You’ve listened thus far, but I’m wondering how far you’ll go.”

“Test me,” Becky spurted out. 

She couldn’t believe she said it,
but she liked saying it.

“Test you?  You want to be tested…”

Becky nodded.

“I’ve been looking for someone like
you.  You can bring me the satisfaction I desire, right now, for now.”

“Anything you want,” Becky said.

“Oh, that’s not in question,”
Bradley said.  His sense of confidence was addicting, like a drug a foot away
when you only had a six inch reach.  “What I say… goes…”

Bradley unfolded his arms and
reached towards Becky.  His hand moved into her hair, his fingers running to
the back of her head. 

“You understand this, correct?”

“Yes,” Becky said.

She liked one word answers.  They
were short, hot, and she hoped they would win Bradley over.

Bradley wasn’t won over though, he
was earned over.  Any man who could be won over by words or gifts was a
disaster waiting to happen.  Bradley spent his young life exploiting those
disasters, which was why he had Becky seated in a chair in his office on that
cool fall morning. 

He pulled at Becky, just once, to
give the necessary command.

He stared down at her, waiting for
her to listen.

When Becky felt the strong grip on
the back of her head, the movement pushing her, she sighed.

He wanted her.

He wanted her to…

Her hands weren’t able to move fast
enough.  She wrestled with his belt for a few seconds, and then she felt him,
touching him over his pants.  She cupped his stiff length for only a second,
just to feel him.  She then pulled his zipper down and her hand disappeared
into the soft black cloth of his expensive suit pants.  Her fingers guided
themselves into his boxers and her fingers finally touched the hard flesh of
Bradley.  The billionaire’s girth was enough to make Becky’s body ache.  He’d
have her no matter what her body cared for and Becky was okay with that too.

She gripped his hardness with her
small hand and she stroked him, pumping him at first just to feel her hand on
him.  Her grip loosened so her tender skin could run down him, all the way to
his defined tip.  His sex was marvelous and Becky knew that Bradley didn’t want
her to just touch him.

He wanted more.

She wanted more.

She gripped him tight again, at the
base of his erection, and she pulled, working him out of his pants.  As he came
out, finally exposed, the sight of his hard flesh left Becky speechless yet
ready.  Her hand did one slide down his shaft and tip, then right back to his
base.  She lifted him, high enough to see the bottom of his sex, and that’s
where her tongue began its journey.

Becky started just above her thumb
and licked straight up.  She didn’t stop until she reached the top and then she
slid her lips over him, stretching her mouth to savor him.  She came down then
pulled back quickly, teasing him.  His gentle tip slid along Becky’s moist lips
with perfection.  Bradley groaned.  His right hand held the edge of his desk
with a fierce, white knuckled grip while his left hand rested comfortably now
on the back of Becky’s soft neck.

Down she moved again, this time
past the end of his erection.  She tasted more of his hard skin, forcing her to
open more.  She tried to gauge what it would be like between her legs but she
knew it would be no comparison.  Her hand on the base of his shaft started to
move, pumping Bradley into her mouth.  Her hair started to bounce and move in
front of her face.  It tickled her but she ignored it.  Becky didn’t care how
she looked in those moments, she only cared about pleasuring Bradley.  If there
was something he didn’t like, he would speak up.

No, he’d command.

Becky moaned at the thought of
Bradley commanding her some more.  She strained her eyes to look up at him,
waiting for another command.  It felt odd to have him silent.  To have him just
staring, plotting, and waiting. 

She wanted to hear him, even if it
were just a grunt.

To make that happen, Becky pulled
back up to the sensitive tip of Bradley’s erection.  She moved on him in the
same spot, waiting for him to react.  When Bradley did, it wasn’t the reaction
Becky had expected… but it certainly was a reaction she had been hoping for.

Bradley’s hand was gone from the
back of her neck, taking a handful of her hair.  He pulled, forcing Becky off
of him.  She wanted to protest but only offered a moan as she stretched her
tongue out, hoping to get one last taste of Bradley. 

As he held her by her hair, Bradley
admired Becky.

“You like the way I taste, don’t
you?”

“Yes,” Becky said.  To exemplify
her point, she licked her lips. 

“You want more of me,” Bradley
said.  “I can see it in your eyes.  Smell it on your skin.  Stand for me, we
have no time to waste.”

Becky got back to her feet.  She
felt overdressed suddenly.  She was fully clothed. 

Bradley placed his hands to her
stomach and then moving over her shirt, he went up to her breasts, cupping
them.   “Ah, yes,” he said, “I’m in need of someone like you.  Someone who can
fill an important position for my company.”

“Please,” Becky whispered.  “I’ll do
anything.”

“I know you would.”

Bradley’s right hand went up, not
stopping until he touched Becky’s neck and then cheek.  His thumb circled
around her lips, those sweet lips that had just been wrapped tight around him. 
His left hand released its grip on Becky’s breast and he started to move all
his fingers, pulling up her shirt. 

Becky could only breathe, or at
least attempt to breathe.  She tried to control herself, feeling her body
randomly shiver and jump, wishing she were fully naked with Bradley on top of
her, comforting her,
fucking her
.

His fingers touched her bare skin
and didn’t stop as they were under her shirt.  He became more aggressive now,
his hand at her neck, squeezing a little tighter than Becky cared for.  She
imagined the red marks of Bradley’s hand being there, even after he would
release his grip.

She gasped for air when his hand
moved back over her breast.

“What’s wrong?” Bradley asked. 
“Can’t handle the job?”

Becky shook her head, then quickly
nodded.  “Yes.  I can handle this.  You.  Us.”

“Us?” Bradley growled.  “There is
no
us
…”

His fingers curled around the top
of Becky’s bra and he pulled.  He then turned his hand, cupping her warm, bare
breast and without hesitation, Bradley pulled her breast from her bra.  It was
a little uncomfortable but the sense of lost comfort was quickly replaced by a
warm pleasure as Becky realized Bradley was holding her breast in his hand.  He
cupped her breast gently, his thumb teasing her sensitive nipple.  He flicked it
left to right, then made circles around her. 

Becky finally moaned, unable to
control her body’s urges.

Bradley pulled Becky towards him,
their bodies touching.  His hard sex had no choice but to slip between Becky’s
legs.  Even through her pants, she felt him there, his thick rod pouring with
heat.

He placed his lips to her ear.  He
kissed her once, then nibbled, making her entire body shiver.

Becky felt like she could come
again.

She wanted to.

“Tell me dear Becky,” Bradley
whispered, “what are your dreams?  What do you desire?”

Becky swallowed hard.  She wasn’t
sure what Bradley wanted her to say.

“Why did you come here to work?” he
asked.  “Why my company?  Why me?”

“Because I need this,” Becky said. 
Her voice cracked and she had a strange urge to get emotional.  Even
considering all that was happening around her in that moment, it didn’t
completely chase reality away.  “I need to have a job.  I owe so much…”

“Yes you do,” Bradley said.  “You
owe so much to me.  You think you could just come here and work.  And then
what?  Have a stellar career?  Backstab your best friend at work to get a
promotion?  Complain about me?  Is that what you would do?”

“No,” Becky said.  “No.  Never.”

His thumb on her breast made the
change from subtle to aggressive.  The teasing flicking soon became hard flicks. 
Becky could feel Bradley’s nail against her nipple.  It wasn’t pain as much as
it was annoyance, but even still, her nipple remained hard and Becky’s legs
still felt wobbly.

“I didn’t get where I am today by
being stupid,” Bradley said.  “I would expect the same from you.”

“Yes,” Becky said. 
“Sir…”

“Don’t be stupid,” Bradley said. 

Both hands – one on Becky’s neck,
the other on Becky’s breast – squeezed together.

“This is the opportunity of a
lifetime, dear Becky, and we’re not going to waste it.  We’re going to explore
it, push it, and if you serve me well, I’ll care for you.  If you don’t…”

Bradley laughed.

He didn’t stop laughing.

It was a deep laugh.  A sexy
laugh.  A commanding laugh.  One that made Becky smile because she liked to see
Bradley’s smile… he had a set of small dimples that gave him that small boyish
look.  But the second he stopped smiling, it was like staring into the eyes of
an animal.  A beast.  A beast plagued with lust.

Oh, fuck.

That was Becky’s reaction.

“Take your pants off,” Bradley
said.

Becky already had her hands at her
sides and a few seconds later, her pants were undone.  She pushed down, feeling
her body moving left and right against Bradley’s erection.  He had no intention
of moving.  Becky would have to work around him.  She stepped back and stared
down at him, still thick, full, hard, and delicious.