Leverage (Part Three) (Billionaire Romance) (3 page)

And if she didn’t?

He supposed he’d just have to take his chances.

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Julianna
checked her cell phone and saw a missed call from her brother Tom. It must’ve come in while she’d been sleeping last night. The 18-hour time difference made it difficult to coordinate phone calls but Tom also didn’t know that she wasn’t at home any longer. She’d considered coming clean and telling Tom everything but even as the words formed on her tongue, she choked them back. Tell Tom? Tell Tom that she’d gotten knocked up by the man who’d purchased her virginity in exchange for Tom’s treatment and an ungodly sum of money. She covered her face and drew a shaky breath. Yeah, that’s going to go over really well. Tom would blame himself and she simply couldn’t take that risk. No, as much as she wanted — no, needed — someone to talk to about this situation, she couldn’t lay that burden onto Tom’s shoulders. She couldn’t even call her friends. Julianna threw her hands up, irritated by her own melancholy and frustrated by the realization that she was no closer to a solution than she was five minutes ago. And what was she doing with Miles? That was a bigger question. Was it wrong of her to accept his friendship when he clearly looked at her for more?

And why shouldn’t she enjoy Miles’ company?
Even romantically? Was she attracted to Miles? Yes, she answered her own question, testing the boundaries of her thoughts on the subject, but it wasn’t the same wild intensity she felt toward Boston. Damn the insufferable man. Even in her thoughts, he intruded, pushing his way into her mental theater as if he owned the place. Typical.

Julianna
fell back on the bed and rubbed her stomach, silently wondering at the fact that Boston’s child was growing inside her. Soon enough a basketball would replace her flat stomach. What would Boston think then? Would he be repulsed by the changes in her body? Who cares? She wanted to growl. It’s not as if she was going to let him near her naked ever again so it didn’t matter what Boston thought about her body or its subsequent changes. Miles on the other hand would likely treat her like a princess, but more importantly than that, with respect. Boston didn’t respect her. That much was apparent by the way he disregarded her feelings. She was simply a body he’d bought and paid for to use at his leisure and now she was his incubator as well. Fabulous. Wonderful visual.

“I’m sorry, Speck. You didn’t ask for this but if you manage to make it past the scary first trimester, you’re going to find that your daddy is even scarier,” she said to her stomach. What would happen if Boston stopped chasing her and actually started listening to what she had to say? As if he really cared about how she felt? Wish for the moon, while you’re at it. Boston didn’t listen to anyone but himself because he was a self-important asshole who just happened to be sinfully sexy and rich beyond anyone’s dreams. Bad combo. She should’ve walked away the minute he’d made his scandalous offer. Should’ve done an about-face with a middle finger hoisted into the air for good measure. But instead she’d dropped to her knees and given him a
blow job. Yep. Her cheeks burned at the memory but a different kind of warmth curled around her insides and she shifted — no, squirmed — against the sensation. Julianna stifled a groan. She could still feel Boston’s fingers, pushing inside her, widening and stretching to accommodate the thick violation of his cock and she yearned to feel that fullness inside her, as Boston quickly pushed her to that tipping point within minutes. Julianna sighed. True, he was her first but she knew from the tales of her friends that not every man’s skill was the same. In fact, her girlfriend, Stacy, had pretty much warned her that her first time was going to suck balls.

“First of all, I don’t know why you’re hanging onto your V-card. It’s going to suck the first time anyway so you might as well get it over with.”

Julianna and Stacy had been killing time between classes when the subject had popped up. “It might not suck,” Julianna had protested. “With the right person, at the right time—“

“It still hurt like a motherfucker because no matter if the guy brings flowers and a ring, his dick is still going to be ripping through something inside of you. Sorry, girl, there’s no way to pretty that up.”

“Ouch. That sounds awful.”

“Oh, it is,” Stacy assured her, sparing no gory details. “The first time I had sex, I thought I was going to die. Literally felt as if the dude was pulling me apart.”

“Could it have something to do with the fact that they were fourteen?” Julianna teased, having known Stacy since they were in junior high. “I mean, maybe that was the problem. You were just a kid.”

Stacy gave her a look that
said, don’t be dumb, continuing with a sigh. “Well, I don’t want to scare you off sex — because frankly, at this point, there’s probably cobwebs down there — but you need to just do it and get it over with. You’re in college for crying out loud. Time to become a woman, Jules.”

“I’m saving myself.”

“For what?”

“The man I marry,”
Julianna answered, purposefully bumping Stacy with her shoulder because Stacy already knew that. “I want it to mean something, not just some quick, inexperienced poke in the dark at some frat party, okay? And why are you in a hurry for me to lose it?”

“Because the longer you hold onto your V-card, the more the gap widens between us. What are we going to talk about if we can’t swap sex stories?
I mean, this is
college
. We’re supposed to be exploring our sexuality and making terrible choices so we get it out of our system.”

“Is that so?”

“Absolutely,” Stacy said with complete conviction. “You see it on the news all the time.”

“What do we see on the news?”

“Repressed sexuality brought on by missed opportunities earlier in life. Classic stuff. You don’t want to be a cliché, right?”

“So you’re saying if I don’t go wild and crazy in college, I’m going to…” she raised her brow and waited for Stacy to finish for her.

“You’re going to have a mid-life crisis at forty as you try to recapture your wild youth,” Stacy supplied, nodding as she exclaimed, “And before you know it, you’re seducing the pool boy. Or gardener. Or your son’s best friend!”

“Calm down, you
perv,” Julianna said, appalled even as she laughed. “It’s not a matter of national security or a threat to my future sanity if I hold out for the right guy.”

“Well, maybe not but I just worry that you’re going to be really disappointed when you finally give it up. You’re not likely to see stars. It takes time and practice to figure out how to ring your own bell. You know?”

“I know how to ring my own bell,” Julianna said, still laughing at her friend’s perception of her naivete. Even though she hadn’t had sex, she masturbated frequently enough to know how she liked to be touched. Stacy linked her arm through Julianna’s and said, “I appreciate your, um, advice, but I think I’m going to hold onto my V-card for a little while longer. Besides, who has time to date? These classes are kicking my ass. Speaking of, did you study for the Psych exam?”

Julianna
opened her eyes as the memory faded. Seemed a lifetime ago that she’d been that carefree girl whose biggest concern was cramming for finals and hoping to make enough money to cover her dorm fee. That’d been before Tom’s accident. After that, everything had changed.

And now, here she was. Her V-card was definitely a thing of the past and she was knocked up. A short laugh escaped. What a turn of events.

Well, at least Boston had known what he was doing because her first time…definitely hadn’t sucked.

Everything in him screamed to go after
Julianna but he wasn’t about to chase after her when that other guy was hanging around, acting like the hero. Of course, Boston hadn’t exactly helped in that department but he couldn’t help himself around Julianna. Maybe she brought out the worst in him. He’d never been so consumed with another human being. Dare he admit that he was obsessed? But to admit that would be to admit that Julianna was the one with all the power in the relationship and he couldn’t do that. Boston climbed into his car and headed for the main part of town. He needed to find his center again before he could return to even footing with Julianna. Women were a dime a dozen. At any given moment, he could have a handful of women in his bed, begging to suck his cock or give him their ass to fuck. Money and influence were the most effective aphrodisiac in his experience. Maybe that’s what he needed. A good, emotionless fuck with a beautiful stranger. What would Julianna think of that? Would she care? There was a time when he’d imagined his life unfolding so differently — one filled with the happiness and simple joy of a wife and children — but Gigi had helped him to see that he’d been pathetically naïve. Women, at their core, were interested in what men could give them — either in the bedroom or in their bank account — and he’d learned that lesson well.

Julianna
liked to pretend that she was different but the minute she’d accepted his terms, she’d proven that she was like all the rest. Julianna was no different than any woman, he told himself sharply when a small, protesting voice rose in his mind. It was the power struggle that was tilting him in the wrong direction, not the insistent whisper that it might be love. Love Julianna? How could he? She’d taken money for sex. That was the very definition of a whore, right?

A whore who’s having your baby.

He swore and pulled into a parking space, needing a stiff drink to drown the fucking nonsense in his head. He was turning into a whiny, weak-willed pussy.
I miss her, wahhhhh. Why doesn’t she love me, wahhhh!
Enough! The best cure for a hangover was a little hair of the dog. And as soon as he entered the open-air island bar, his gaze fell on the cutest little pet with delicious fake tits that overflowed her tiny bikini in an obscene manner that practically screamed,
I like to fuck and I scream like a porn star while doing it
. A slow, predatory smile spread across his lips as he moved toward her, intent on one thing and he wasn’t about to beat around the bush.

“Good afternoon,” he said, moving to stand beside the petite blond who was sipping a fruity drink and already on her way to a good time by the tipsy tilt of her coy smile. “You look good enough to eat.” He dropped his gaze suggestively to her breasts, letting his interest show. “Soft in all the right places. Can I buy you a drink?”

“And why would I let you do that?” she asked, clearly liking what she saw but enjoyed playing games.
That’s okay, baby. I excel at winning
. His smile deepened as she followed with, “What’s your name?”

Names didn’t matter to him. He’d forget all about her in the morning. After he’d thoroughly ruined her for every other man. The thought gave him a hard thrill and primed his libido. Yes, she’d do nicely.

“You first, beautiful,” he said, watching as the woman’s eyes dilated with subtle pleasure when he took control of the conversation. Oh yes, he had this woman’s number. She’d play hard to get but she’d give it up soon enough.

“
Ally,” she answered, smiling bigger, leaning ever so slightly toward him, as if offering her breasts for him to admire. “Like what you see?”

“I’m still standing here, aren’t I?” he countered silkily and she giggled, the sound actually grating on his nerves a little. When
Julianna giggled, the sweet sound sent a riot of pleasure down his spine, tickling like little fingers down each vertebrae. This woman brayed like a donkey to his ears. Focus. Who cares what she sounded like as long as her pussy was hot and wet. He was ready to make his move. Either she’d melt or she’d slap him across the face. Boston wasn’t worried. He leaned in to say in a low, husky tone that he knew would cause her to little hot box to seep just a little. “Ally…I’m here for one purpose…to get hot and sweaty with the most beautiful woman in this place. I’m not looking for forever, just tonight but I promise you, I’m going to do so many bad things to you, you might need to go to confessional in the morning. Does that sound like something that might appeal to you?” He pulled away, gauging her interest and as expected, his proposition appealed to her in a big way. If her panties weren’t already sopping wet, he’d be surprised. He pulled a wad of cash and tossed it onto the bar. “That should cover your tab,” he said, silently triumphant when he saw her eyes light up at the cash.
Yeah, that’s right, honey, I got enough green to make you do whatever I want you to
. He held out his hand and when she slipped her hand into his, he led her out of the bar and to his car. Too easy. His cock was semi-hard, but it should’ve been rock-hard knowing that he was about to plow this mystery woman’s pussy within an inch of her life but it was as if his cock was only half-heartedly interested in the prospect. Well, that would change as soon as her wet mouth was sucking him dry, he reassured himself, throwing the woman a smile as they drove to the hotel.

“So, you never told me your name,” Ally prompted, giving him her coyest smile. “I like to know the name of the man who’s going to fuck me.”

“Names aren’t important, sweetheart. Besides, isn’t that part of the fun? Island sex with a total stranger?”

“Yeah, actually it is.” Ally bobbed a nod and grinned. “So…business or pleasure?”

“All pleasure.”

She shivered and giggled her donkey laugh again, making Boston wish she already had a cock in her mouth.
Jesus Christ, how was he going to get through this if he couldn’t just blank out the little voice in his head that kept pointing out all the ways she wasn’t Julianna? Was he going fucking insane? He pulled into his parking spot and nearly bolted from the car, going to the passenger side and roughly grabbing Ally from the car, jerking her to his mouth. She gasped and his tongue stabbed past the coral lips, tasting rum and pineapple and the remnants of mint gum. Ally groaned as he squeezed a handful of ass, filling his palms with plump flesh and he purposefully shoved Julianna to the deepest, darkest corner of his brain. His pregnant little pet was not welcome in his mental theater at the moment. Ally shuddered when he pressed the heel of his palm against her pubic mound as he kissed her harder. Damp warmth met his questing fingers as he pushed aside her sarong and nudged her legs open with his knee. He didn’t care that they were still in the parking lot. All that mattered was pleasure. Mostly his but already Ally was squirming and panting, grinding against his palm and whimpering like a little alley-cat in heat and he knew this was going to be fairly easy. “Let’s take this into the room, shall we?” he suggested, pulling away and grabbing her hand to draw her away from the car. Her eyes were shining with brazen heat and her lips were swollen and red, just the way he liked them. He could already imagine those soft lips wrapped around his cock.

“You sure know how to kiss a woman,” Ally said, grinning. “I can’t wait to see what you can do in the sack.
I’ve only been with four guys in my life. This trip is supposed to help me get over my shithead boyfriend who dumped me for another woman.”

He paused, smothering his annoyance at her sharing and forcing a smile.
“Well, then we’ll just have to make sure No. 5 is the fuck of your life.”

“That would be awesome,” she giggled and eagerly followed him into the hotel room. Once inside, she gasped at the fine furnishings and it was at that moment she realized he must be loaded to stay in a room like this, which he was. He smiled and poured himself a drink. He’d need scotch to get the taste of mint gum from his mouth. “Anything for you?” he asked solicitously. She nodded and indicated she’d have whatever he was having, and he poured a finger, knowing the girl probably hadn’t sucked down anything better than the
rot-gut whiskey served at cheap bars and he didn’t want to waste it. She accepted the glass and downed it, without savoring a hint of the flavor, and grinned like a freshman who’d somehow been given an invitation to party with the seniors.
Let’s get this party started already
. If he didn’t get things going, nothing was going to happen at all. After a generous swallow, he gazed at her from above the rim of his glass, and said in a firm voice, “Take off your clothes. Slowly.” She bit her lip and nodded as she set down her empty glass on the marble tabletop and began slipping out of her sarong, letting it fall to the floor with a soft swish. Her compact body was petite but strong. Nice, pillowy tits bounced free from the tiny bikini top and when she shimmied from her bottoms, he was pleased to see her waxed clean. Nothing but soft, dewy skin from cleft to ass.
Nice
. “Turn around. Let me see your ass,” he said softly, enjoying the way she trembled. She did as he instructed and he was happy with the firm, round flesh. It would have a nice jiggle with each hard thrust, which he enjoyed very much. Of course, not as much as he enjoyed Julianna’s near-perfect ass. He hid his irritation at the intruding thought behind the rim as he downed the glass. “Touch yourself,” he said roughly and she gasped as if shocked and embarrassed. He tsked and placed his glass down before walking to her, handling her softly, trailing his finger down her arm, causing her to shiver. “You can’t tell me a beautiful woman such as yourself has never touched her own pussy? I find that hard to believe…”

“I…do,” she admitted
, suddenly shy. “But I’ve never done it in front of anyone else.”

“Then you’re missing out on all the fun,” he said, adding in a sultry whisper, “I think it’s hot watching a woman finger herself. Won’t you do that for me?”

“Y-yes,” Ally said, breathing heavy at the idea.

“Good girl,” he said, walking her to the bed. He gave her a little push and she went to the bed, her breasts bouncing nicely with the motion. “Now show me what makes you wet, little
Ally-cat.”

She slid her finger down to her slit and shuddered as she pushed her own finger between the folds. “
Ohh,” she groaned, closing her eyes, biting her lip. “I like it…here…” she rubbed her swollen pink nub slowly, her cheeks flushing as her pleasure built and he felt his cock finally spark to life. He refused to compare how every little sound Julianna made him harder than granite and how when she rolled her hips, it was more sensual than hard-core dirty. Ally was working herself good, making little pants and grunts that were worthy of an AVN award and it was enough to get him primed but there was little satisfaction. Fuck! He ripped his shirt off and his cargo shorts followed as he roughly palmed his cock, demanding it to perform but it was his brain that wasn’t cooperating. He swallowed hard and knew that he had two choices: one; tell Ally this wasn’t working for him and run the risk of looking like a complete jackass who couldn’t deliver what he promised or two; he could close his eyes and pretend the woman in his room was Julianna just so he could get through it. Those were his options? They both fucking sucked. But screw it! He wasn’t going to let this woman leave his hotel room until he’d given her what he promised. He may be jerk, but he wasn’t a liar. Just as Ally started to reach her peak, he slapped her hand away and she cried out in shock and dismay but only for a moment because seconds later, he was between her thighs, lapping at her tiny clit, gritting his teeth against the sensation that he was royally fucking up any chance he might have of winning Julianna back and pretended to enjoy the taste of a stranger against his tongue. He sucked her clit and inserted a finger, almost on autopilot, his only saving grace was imagining that it was his beautiful, responsive Julianna twisting and crying out, shaking and trembling as he worked her clit and strummed her G-spot until she was quaking like one helluva an earthquake on the Richter scale.

“Oh God, oh God, oh
motherfucking
God!” Ally screamed before going rigid and shattering beneath his tongue. Thank God, that was fairly easy. With a final, lazy lick across the softly pulsing sensitized nub, Boston withdrew from between her folds, wiping his mouth and wishing he’d never gone down this road. She jerked and moaned, breathing heavy as she came back to earth. A grim smile twisted his lips as he knew there was no turning back now.
Go big or go home
. That was the only way he lived. “Come here, darling, I got something for you,” he said, pushing her to her knees as his cock bobbed in her face. She purred and enveloped his cock into her wet mouth and once again he closed his eyes, trying to forget and trying to remember at the same time. Julianna had a sweet way of teasing him, running her tongue in clever circles around the head before plunging her tongue into his hole, almost in a way, fucking the hole the way he was going to do her. The first time she’d done it, he’d groaned so loud that almost hadn’t believed the sound had come from him but Julianna did things to him that undid him on a regular basis.
Oh, damn it Julianna…why is everything so fucked between us
? He just wanted her back. Ally increased her suction and involved her hands, rubbing and squeezing until he was nearly ready to blow. He gripped her head hard, flexing his hips against her mouth, desperate to forget that his dick was in another woman’s mouth. He could’ve come but he knew he didn’t have two rounds in his barrel. Not with her. If it’d been Julianna, he could go all night, worshipping her body, and drawing out every gasp, every cry, because it was music to his ears. But that was not the case right now and he just wanted to give Ally what she came for so that she could leave. With a grimace, he disengaged his cock from her willing mouth and then hoisted her up on his hips, quickly and roughly impaling her on his cock. “Ahhh!” she clung to his neck like a spider monkey, wrapping her legs around his torso, anchoring her hot pussy to his thick length and he groaned at the sweet carnal heat stroking his cock. He banged her hard against the wall, shoving his cock into her with the force of a battering ram but she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, with each bone-jarring thrust, she shuddered and cried out, screaming, “God, yes! Fuck me hard!” and he was obliged to do just that. Her tits bounced and jiggled in an appealing manner but he squeezed his eyes shut, afraid that if he stared at those foreign tits, he’d lose his erection.
Fuck this!
What the hell was wrong with him? With a roar, he jerked away from the wall and they tumbled to the bed. Without wasting time, he flipped her to her stomach and she immediately wiggled her ass and spread her cheeks without his prompting. She wanted him in her ass? Worked for him. But he ought to tell her that he wasn’t exactly prepared for ass play…“I don’t have any lube,” he warned her, gripping her ass and rubbing her dripping pussy lips.