The Wrong Billionaire's Bed (20 page)

“The same thing my bun does?” she guessed.

He chuckled, and then his fingers were reaching for the zipper of her jeans, even as he leaned in and nipped at the tip of her breast, then buried his face in her cleavage again. “So fucking sexy.”

She did feel sexy in his arms. Like her curves were an incredible turn on to him instead of a turn off. Like she wasn't the plain, boring Petty sister. She was uninhibited and delicious and just for him. And she loved it. She cupped her breasts and pushed them toward him, letting him nuzzle at the valley.

He tugged at her jeans again, and then groaned. “You need to take these off.”

She lifted her hips slightly and began to reach for the buttons, but he stilled her hands. “I have a better idea.”


“Flip over for me.” His eyes were hot on hers.

Her throat went dry. Anal? Now? She wasn't sure she was ready. “I—”

Reese's eyes widened and he chuckled, burying his face in her breasts again. “I lost that bet, remember?” His hand slid along the curve of her thigh in her jeans. “I just wanted to take you from behind.”

Her face flamed with embarrassment. “Oh. Of course.” She got up from the bed and undid her jeans, then let them pool to her feet and stepped out of them. Next went her cotton bikini panties, and then she stripped off her plain shirt and her bra. Reese watched her every move, his gaze caressing her.

When she was naked, she glanced at the bed and then slid into his arms. She wrapped hers around him and pulled his head back to her breasts.

“Mmm.” He nuzzled at one of her nipples again, lightly licking the tip. “So lush and gorgeous. I love your big, heavy breasts. I could play with them for hours.”

“But I ache so badly for you,” Audrey told him, shivering when he grazed her nipple with his teeth. “I don't think I could last for hours.”

“No?” Reese gave her a hot look, then ran a hand along her ass and lightly smacked it. “Get down on all fours, then.”

A quiver ran through her body and she did as he commanded, feeling a bit exposed as she did so. He got up out of the bed and she glanced over her shoulder to see him at the nearby dresser, rolling a condom onto his cock. Reese moved back to the bed and she glanced away, staring at the headboard, waiting for his touch.

She didn't have to wait long. His hands slid over her ass again, feeling her smooth flesh, caressing her skin. “Look at all this beautiful ass,” he murmured appreciatively. “Not a freckle on it. You've never gone sunbathing naked, have you?”

“No,” she breathed, pushing back against him just a little. “I'm not brave enough.”

“I'd make you brave,” he told her in a low voice.

“I know you would.” And he would. He made her a bolder person, and she loved it.

His hand continued to trail along her hip, caressing the indentation of her waist, then traveled to her spine and moved along it, stroking her like he would a kitten. “I could stare at you for hours.”

She whimpered, letting him know just how much this was torturing her, and nudged back against him again.

“But I won't,” he murmured, and then she felt the head of his cock at the well of her sex a mere instant before he pushed deep inside her in a single hard thrust.

Audrey's breath caught in her throat, and her muscles locked as she drank in the sensation of him seated deep inside her. He felt good. His cock seemed to be so big and thick that he rubbed inside her just perfectly. And there hadn't been a bit of pain when he'd sunk deep, which meant that she'd been incredibly wet and ready for him. She leaned forward on her elbows a bit, moaning with pleasure and lifting her ass for him.

“Ah, beautiful,” he told her, and his hands gripped her waist. Then he slid out, almost all the way, leaving only the tip inside her, and pushed back in with one hard thrust. He repeated the motion, his hands clasping her waist and dragging her back against him.

Her breasts, now loose from her confining bra, swayed with every rough stroke, and Audrey moaned, pressing her cheek to the bedding as he continued to pump into her. Faster and harder he stroked into her, and she could feel the build starting low in her pussy, need spiraling inside her. He continued to rock into her, rough and hard and demanding, and she leaned into each driving thrust with her hips.

“Touch yourself, sugar. I want to have you come with me.”

She whimpered again, and her hand slid under her body to her lifted hips, and then to her pussy. She dipped her fingers delicately between her wet folds even as he continued to fuck her roughly from behind. Her fingertips lightly scored her clit, and erotic pleasure exploded through her body. “Reese,” she said with a ragged breath, and began to circle her clit with her fingers with a rapid pace that wouldn't last long. “Oh, God, need you so bad. Oh, Reese.”

“That's right,” he gritted, and his thrusting took on an even harder, rougher edge. “You belong to me, don't you, Audrey?”

“Oh, God, yes.” Her fingers circled faster and faster,. The tension built in her legs and she curled her toes, feeling the clench of her building orgasm in her calf muscles.

“Tell me that, then. Tell me you don't want anyone but me. Tell me you won't let that fucking sexy little bun down for anyone but me.”

She moaned, rubbing herself even faster. “No one but you, Reese. Don't want no one but you.”

“Good,” he growled, and the word was so animalistic and utterly satisfied that it took her by surprise. Not that it mattered, because then she was coming, her body launching into orgasm, and she gave a choked cry of his name, her muscles clenching and working around him even as he continued to stroke deep into her from behind.

And then he cried out her name, and she knew he came., His strokes were growing jagged and wild and so rough that she could hear his balls slap against her skin, could feel him smacking against her pussy. And it made her quiver all over again, the orgasm continuing to rip through her for long, intense moments.

And then it slowed, as it always did, and she panted, cheek pressed to the sheets that smelled like Reese, and felt him peel out of her to dispose of the condom. She breathed heavily and sat up, considering her surroundings. She was in his room, an intruder. Should she get quietly dressed again and head into the shower? He hadn't wanted her around him earlier, at least not until he'd exploded and they'd more or less dragged each other to bed.

But she wasn't just a quickie fuck, so she grabbed his covers and slid underneath them, waiting for him to return to bed once he'd cleaned himself off. He'd have to deal with her and the conversation she wanted to have. If he didn't, well, that was too bad for him, because she was determined to talk.

Reese returned to the bed a few moments later and slid under the covers with her, then tugged her against him. He pulled her on her side and spooned her against his now-softening cock, snuggling close. His head buried against her neck and he began to nibble on her ear. “God, I love touching you.”

She smiled at him and wrapped her arms around his. This felt so good. She felt warm and delicious and wanted in his arms.

Which meant he was probably trying to distract her. She wasn't fooled for a minute. “So tell me about the business deal.”

“Not right now, Audrey.”

“Right now is a perfect time,” she pointed out. “You've just taken the edge off and you've already chased Camilla away, so you might as well tell me about it. It's not going to affect things any more either way.”

“Hmm,” he said, and she could tell he was thinking it over. It was almost like he didn't want to ask for help. Not that she had much to give, but he seemed reluctant to open up about any of it, as if that might convey a weakness of some kind.

“Come on,” she said with a nudge. “It might help you to bounce ideas off someone else.”

He hesitated a moment more, then slid his hand over her hip, caressing her skin. “I made a bad investment last year.” His fingers stroked her curves and she lay perfectly still beneath him, sensing he was about to open up and that it was difficult for him. “My company's private, so no one knows exactly how bad off we are except myself and my board. It was a gamble on medical technology. Cade told me not to invest, but I thought I knew more than him and took a risk.” He shrugged. “Turned out he was right. It was a bloodbath and I lost a fortune. I was close to making my billion and now I'm at risk for losing everything.”

Her throat locked. “Your . . . billion?”

“Mmmhmm.” His fingers stroked down the inside of her thigh. “All of us have at least a billion, except me.”

“All of who?”

He slid his fingers to the curve of her knee and played with the soft skin there. “It's not important.” He leaned in and kissed her shoulder, then grazed his mouth over her skin. “I've had to fight for every dollar that came my way. If I'd been patient and listened to Cade's advice, I'd have made it by now. Instead, my company's drowning and I thought that pairing up with Camilla's father on a celebrity cruise line would be the way out.”

“Except Camilla doesn't care about the business half as much as she cares about having fun with you,” Audrey told him, leaning into his casual caresses.

“Something like that,” he murmured. “So you see my problem.”

“You're friends with billionaires,” she pointed out, her breath catching when his hand moved abruptly to her nipple and began to tease it. “Why not ask Cade or Logan to help you out?”

“Pride,” he told her bluntly. “Out of our group, only Cade and I came from nothing. I won't be the one who asks for a handout.”

Our group
? she wondered, but didn't ask. It was like she was only getting half of the story, and he was distracting her with caresses instead. Not that she minded the caresses, but she wanted to help him, prove that she was different from the women he normally dated.

And then she wondered to herself why it mattered, but somehow it did.

“So why not approach Camilla's father directly?” she asked him. “Tell him that his daughter's not taking things seriously and you want a real business investment. Camilla will be mad at you but if her father truly wants to invest with you, then maybe he'll understand.”

“Mmm,” he said again, his noncommittal response she was becoming all too familiar with. “We'll see. I don't want to think about Camilla right now.”

And his hand slid between her thighs, cupping her pussy.

Audrey rolled over in bed to face him, her mouth seeking his even as his fingers slid deeper, spreading her pussy and gliding over her clit. Even as she kissed him, she recognized the stalling tactic, and for some reason, it bothered her.

Why was it okay to talk business with brainless Camilla but not her? What made her different?

And why on earth did it bother her? She knew Reese was just a fling and had known that going into things. So why did she care now?

Chapter Ten

By the time Daphne and Cade returned from their long walk, Audrey had climbed out of bed with Reese, showered, and changed into new clothes. She read a book while Reese prepped dinner, and when that didn't hold her attention, she gave up on the book and simply stared out the window.

Her mood was pensive. She should have been happy, or at least content. She'd just had mind-blowing sex with an amazingly hot guy who found her sexy and attractive. Her sister was on the way to recovery for the moment. Life should have been good.

But she was bothered by Reese's confession about his finances. Had their fling ruined his business deal? If she hadn't had sex with him, would he be romancing Camilla right now and securing his business's future? Had she cost him a multi-million dollar contract simply because she'd been flattered that he wanted to have sex with her instead of Camilla?

She should have been an adult about things and turned him away, told him to go hunt down Camilla and woo her simply because that was what he'd wanted to do. Camilla clearly wasn't the most logical person to reason with, and if his future depended on whether or not a flighty heiress was entertained, who was she to stand in the way?

But more than that, she was genuinely bothered by several aspects of it. And more than that, she was bothered by the fact that she'd cared so much. What had happened to her “nail and bail” plan? Reese was a player. She no more expected him to take this thing seriously than she expected Camilla to come waltzing back through the door again.

So why was it that she, Audrey, was acting like this was something real? Like it was more than wishful thinking on her behalf.

She was bound to get hurt if she let herself get tangled up into things too much.

As Daphne and Cade entered the house, laughing, Audrey forced a smile to her face for her twin. Even if Audrey was troubled, there was no question that things were looking good for Daphne. Her twin's cheeks, so sunken previously, now had color in them, and her eyes were bright and snapping once more, not glazed like they were. Another few days and Daphne could be off the Xanax entirely, Cade had assured her, and that made her happy. “How was your walk, Daph?”

“Cold,” Daphne announced, putting her hands on her cheeks as if to warm them. “What did you do while we were gone?”

Audrey held up her book in answer. “Just sat around.”
And had dirty sex in Reese's bed.

Daphne continued to smile, but her gaze turned curious as she watched Audrey. “I think I'm going to go out and smoke another cigarette. You want to join me, Twinkie?”

Audrey gave Daphne a puzzled look. Twinkie was one of their code words from when they were teenagers and developed hints to each other that only they knew. Calling her sister Twinkie meant that they needed to have a private talk. “Sure. Just let me get my coat.”

They left the men inside and headed back out, Daphne clutching the pack of cigarettes in her hand. Neither sister said anything as they headed out to the dock at a leisurely stroll. When they arrived there, Daphne pulled out a cigarette and placed it between her lips, then lit it. Audrey said nothing at all, lost in thought.

Daphne glanced over at her. “So what's bothering you?”

“I'm fine,” Audrey said automatically.

“Uh-huh,” Daphne said in a voice that said she knew it was bullshit. “You can lie to a lot of people, sis, but not your twin. Spit it out.” When Audrey hesitated, Daphne suggested, “Is it more man trouble?”

Audrey's smile was faint. “Something like that. You know, when I first heard we were coming out here, I thought I'd be spending all of my time with Cade and you. And I have to admit, while I was determined to get you clean, part of me was really, really excited to get to reunite with Cade.”

Strange how that seemed so low on the priority scale now as Reese was looming in her thoughts..

Daphne looked stricken. “I've been kind of monopolizing him, haven't I?” She took another drag on her cigarette and then pulled it out of her mouth and stared at it thoughtfully. “I should have left him in the house with you today. I know you wanted to spend time with him.”

And then she wouldn't have been able to have wild, crazy sex with Reese. Twice. No, it was a good thing that Daphne was keeping Cade distracted.

“I'm concerned that I gave you some bad advice,” Daphne continued. “About nailing the hot bo-hunk and then forgetting about it after the fact.”

Audrey laughed.

“I'm serious. In retrospect, I'm the last person who should be giving advice.” She grimaced. “Here I am telling you to hit it with someone else when the man you love is in the house.”

“You meant well,” Audrey said calmly. “Don't worry about it. I'm the one who decided to nail him.”

“Yeah, but . . .” Daphne scuffed one of her sneakers along the dock. “I didn't want to come between you and the man you've been dreaming about for years, you know? You and Cade would be so good together.”

“That's kind of what I always thought,” Audrey said absently. “Because we're so alike.” Nothing like she and Reese. Their relationship seemed to thrive on mutual antagonism that ended up in a firestorm of lust. There was something so exhilarating about being with him. He drove her absolutely crazy, and she enjoyed every single moment of it.

“Oh, Audrey.” Daphne sounded so sad. “I've messed this up, haven't I?”

“No, you haven't.” Audrey reached out and squeezed her twin's arm comfortingly. “I'm equally to blame. It's funny, because I have dreamed about getting so much alone time with Cade again. Dreamed about it for years. And now that we're here, he spends all his time with you.” She grinned. “Should I be jealous?”

She'd meant it as a tease, but for a moment Daphne looked stricken. She masked it quickly, and began to smoke her cigarette again, staring out over the lake.

“Well, I'm going to fix it,” Daphne told her. “No more monopolizing Cade. I promise. He's your friend, too.”

“Don't worry about it,” Audrey said, not wanting to seem too eager. She couldn't exactly say
Yes, please monopolize Cade so I can continue to crawl into the playboy's bed.
“We're here for you, remember?”

“I'm fine,” Daphne said bluntly. She glanced back at Audrey. “We're heading into town for a few things tomorrow morning. I think you should go.”

“Town?” Audrey echoed. “Oh?”

“Yeah. More cigarettes, some soda, things like that.” She shrugged. “It'd get you some time with Cade.”

“It would,” Audrey agreed absently. But if they were gone for most of the day, she'd be alone with Reese. And since she'd won the bet, he'd have to be her servant . . .

Heat flushed through her and she began to picture all the delicious ways she could torment him. Walk around the house naked and make her lunch? Do her laundry naked? Run her a hot bath?

Better yet, massage and hot tub?

She wanted to tell her twin that she'd rather stay home with Reese, who was like her own special addiction. She knew he was bad for her and she just didn't care. But if she told Daphne that, it'd only make her twin more determined to keep them apart.

“Tomorrow morning, then,” Audrey said, knowing full well she had no intention of heading into town.


Bright and early the next morning, Daphne nudged her twin. “Come on, sleepyhead. Time to go to town.”

Audrey pulled the blankets over her head and gave a pained groan. “Can't. Migraine.”

“Migraine?” Daphne looked concerned. “You want some of my Xanax? I can get Cade to give you some.”

“Ugh, no.” She was a little concerned that Daphne was so quick to offer her heavy-duty drugs at the sniff of a headache. Maybe her twin wasn't as broken from her habits as she thought. Such an offhand suggestion for something so important? It was worrisome, to say the least. “I'll be fine. Just let me sleep. And leave the lights off.”

Daphne didn't seem all that unhappy that Audrey was bailing on her. “All right. Cade and I will bring you home some chocolate or something.” Daphne quietly got dressed and shut the door behind her, all the while Audrey kept the blankets over her head and pretended like she had the worst headache known to mankind.

Total fib, of course.

The house was quiet for a bit longer, and then she heard the unmistakable sound of tires on the gravel driveway. Leaping out of bed, she peeked out the curtains and saw Cade's car heading down the road.
With a yawn and a stretch, Audrey dressed in her favorite leggings and oversized sweater, and then brushed her hair before pulling it into a tight bun, imagining how it'd drive Reese wild.

She was just about to head downstairs when there was a quiet knock at her bedroom door. On the off chance that it was her twin and she'd decided not to go to town, Audrey dove for the bed and pulled the covers over her head, feeling a bit like a naughty child. “Come in.”

The door opened and there was a rattle of silverware, followed by the scent of pancakes. “I brought you breakfast,” Reese said in a low voice. “Sorry about your head.”

She pulled the blankets down and peeked out at him, unable to hide the faintly mischievous smile on her face.

“Though it's clear to me what happened,” Reese said easily. “Your bun's on too tight.”

She scowled and smacked him in the arm. “Not funny.”

He rolled into bed and grabbed her, dragging her against him. “Neither's faking a headache.”

She bit lightly at his earlobe, since it was so close to her mouth. “It was the only way I could get rid of Daphne. She wanted me to go into town with her and Cade.”

“And you wanted to spend the day with me?” He seemed smugly pleased at the thought.

“Of course. You lost a bet, remember? Time for you to pay up.”

“Ah, that's right.” His hands slid over her body, then landed on her breasts, exploring. “Your slave for a day. I guess I'm off to a good start with breakfast in bed.”

“You are,” she agreed.

“But since you're not really sick . . .” He leaned over her and grabbed a pancake off the stack and took a bite out of it.

“Hey! Those are mine.”

“Damn, Audrey. You're a good cook,” he told her between mouthfuls. “You're going to make Cade a lucky man someday.”

She snorted and plucked a pancake off the stack herself, taking a bite. It was plain, but still delicious. “I am, aren't I?”

“So what did you have in mind for your naughty slave today, O Mistress?”

She pretended to consider for a moment—like she hadn't already figured it all out in advance. “I think I'd like a full body massage, followed by more massaging in the hot tub. Then I'd like for it to be followed up by a nice round of oral sex.”

“Demanding mistress,” he said with amusement.

“A good mistress knows what she wants and goes after it.”

“Indeed she does.” He finished his pancake and licked his fingers in a way that made her get all hot and wet just watching him. “So when should we start?”

“Whenever you want to,” she said breathlessly. They hadn't made plans to sneak out last night, and she hadn't realized how much she'd hungered for him. It seemed like forever since they'd last touched, but it had been less than a day.

Far too many hours.

“Mmm, after breakfast, then. I'm starving.” And he nipped at her fingers as if to prove it.

They split the pancakes, eating quietly while cuddled on the bed. It was nice to just lay in Reese's arms and eat together, enjoying simply being together. It made them feel a bit like . . . the real deal.

Which, of course, was dangerous, since she was going to get her heart broken.

So she slowly raised one bare foot in the air and examined it thoughtfully. “It looks like it needs a massage, doesn't it?”

“Does it now?”

“I think so,” she told him. “Time for my slave to spring into action.”

He got out of bed and, to her surprise, disappeared down the hall. She frowned and reached for her cup of coffee, sipping it as she waited for him to return. Sure enough, he did a few minutes later and flung the blankets down on the ground, then scooped her into his arms.

She clung to him. “What are you doing?”

“Your slave remembers his orders,” he said in a cheerful voice, heading out the door. “A nice full body massage in the hot tub and then oral sex.”

“A nice full body massage and
the hot tub,” she corrected, beginning to squirm when he tromped down the stairs. “Put me down.”

“I plan on it.”


“Soon,” he said, and that mischievous look was back in his eyes.

“Reese,” she said warningly. “You're supposed to be my servant today.”

“And I'm going to obey your orders.”


He ignored her protests, opening the back door to the lodge and heading out to the hot tub.

“Reese, no!” To her horror, she saw the hot tub was uncovered and already on and bubbling.
That jerk!
He'd planned this.

“Into the hot tub for your full body massage, mistress,” he said in a wicked voice, and then dumped her in, fully clothed.

Audrey gave a yelp as she splashed into the water, gasping. Her body had been braced for it to be ice cold, but it wasn't—it was incredibly warm and delicious. Too bad she was fully clothed, her favorite sweater and leggings sticking to her body. She glared up at him, wiping wet tendrils off her forehead. “You're such an ass sometimes.”

“Most of the time,” he corrected, and then quickly stripped his own clothing off, kicking it aside. She noticed he was already fully erect, and her pussy began to throb with excitement as he climbed into the hot tub next to her. “Ready for your massage, my mistress?”

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