3 BOOK BUNDLE: Flown By The Billionaire I, II, & III (9 page)

Expelling a pensive breath, he glanced down. “I’m not like
the other men you’ve known,” he quietly said. “I’m not going to ignore how
you’re feeling, because I’m too wrapped up in myself.”

“I...” I babbled, more than a little confused.

“Making love with you has always been about both of us,” he
continued. “I don’t ever want it to be anything other than that.”

Refusing to release the hands that held onto his neck, I
shook my head. “I do want this,” I whispered. “I want you.”

“Then, what’s wrong?” he gently coaxed.

Feeling utterly pathetic, I tried to explain. “I...I
couldn’t stop thinking about...”

“About what?” he nudged.

“About you and her,” I finally admitted.

Blinking, Alex calmly took my face in both of his hands and
urged me to really look at him. “It’s over,” he passionately stated. “It’s been
over for months. It was over long before I met you. I swear, I would not mess
you around like that.”

“I know,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “I believe
you, I do. But, she’s your wife. The woman you thought you were going to be
with forever. The woman who gave you a child. The love of your life.”

“Katherine isn’t the love of my life,” he replied, his
fingertips gently stroking my face while the pad of his thumb traced the bow of
my upper lip. “As it turned out, I didn’t know her very well. We were young
and...you made some mistakes in your relationships, right?”

“Well...” I hedged. “I always thought the problem was me.”

With an endearing
smile, he shook his head. “Trust me, it’s not you,” he chuckled, leaning down
and kissing me sweetly. “Anyway,” he added slowly. “I made a mistake. I thought
I loved her, but I didn’t.” Alex slid one hand from my shoulder to my wrist and
disentangled the fingers that were clamped at the nape of his neck. “It was
never like this,” he muttered, his eyes following my palm as he brought it to
his face and pressed his lips into its center. “I’ve never felt this way about
anybody.”

It was difficult to believe that the words I’d dreamed of
hearing were actually coming out of his mouth, and they flooded my eyes with
happy tears. “Me neither,” I weakly offered.

“So?” he suggested, still holding my hand in his. “Are we
going to be okay?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Good,” he smiled, bending forward with poised lips.

I tugged him down, meeting him with a greedy, open-mouthed
kiss. My tongue swept into his moist cavern, needing to express to him how desperately
I wanted him. As I pulled back, panting for breath, my hungry eyes melted into
his. “Take me, Alex,” I whimpered.

His soft gaze moved over my face, as his mouth stretched
into a smile. “Umm, you might have to give me a couple of minutes,” he said,
his cheeks tinged a little pink. “I’ve been kind of knocked off my stroke,” he
shrugged.

Snatching a quick peek downward, I noticed that his shaft
had softened and was flopping against his thigh. “I’m so sorry,” I mumbled. “I
guess I ruined the mood, huh?”

“Well, thinking about Katherine didn’t help,” he chuckled.

“Can I...err...” I hesitated, before gradually reaching my
hand between our bodies. When I heard no objection, I slipped my fingers around
him and stroked lightly. He was still slick from the fluid of my body and my
hand moved easily. My focus moved intermittently between his face and the
rhythmic action of my fingers.

His eyes had drifted shut and his features held a
beautifully serene expression. His manhood, meanwhile, was beginning to stir.

“I want you, Alex,” I whispered, tentatively slipping to my
knees. I had only ever performed oral sex on one man. He’d badgered me into it,
it had tasted disgusting, and I’d nearly thrown up when he tried to push
himself into my throat. Yet, it was such an intimate expression of affection. A
few days before, Alex had been willing to offer me his mouth and, in return, I
wanted to offer him mine. I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to pleasure
him, but the desire to love him fully overpowered my inhibitions and girlish
concerns.

Keeping my right hand clasped around the base, I stroked the
fingers of my other hand up his thigh. Hearing him groan happily, I leaned
forward, extending my tongue and sweeping it around the blunt tip of his
member. He was a strange mixture of salty and sweet. It was the taste of both
of us, and that thought brought a fresh flood of arousal that began to trickle
down my inner thigh.

“Uh, uh,” he breathed quickly, his eyes flashing open and
snapping down at me. Jaw slack, he offered me a half smile as his fingers
affectionately stroked through my hair and rested either side of my head.

I waited for him to pull me forward or thrust his hips, but
he did neither. So, my gaze cautiously flicking to his face to monitor his
reaction, I continued to lap at his length. Long lingering licks were lavished
on the left and right, then I focused my attention on the underside. I felt his
fingers tense, as I trailed one particularly prominent blue vein and then
flicked the tip of my tongue over the stringy, stretchy skin that met his head.

 He was almost completely rigid, as he growled out an, “Oh,
God!”

Emboldened, I opened my mouth and slipped his bulging tip
between my lips, sucking my cheeks to create pressure.

“Ah, ah,” he hissed, his fingers flexing against my head.
“Mel,” he groaned, slowly pulling himself from me. “If you keep that up,” he
gasped, smiling, “this is going to be over much too quickly.”

Relieved that he hadn’t stopped me because what I was doing
was wrong, I grinned.

“Come here,” he encouraged with a flick of his head, his
hands moving down to my arms and helping me back to my feet.

As I rose, his lips met mine and he moaned into my mouth. My
eyes were closed, but I felt him fidgeting and heard the sounds of his shoes
being kicked off and his pants and underwear restlessly flicked from around his
feet. I only opened my eyelids when his lips broke away and I saw him bending
down to remove his socks.

“Come with me,” he then suggested, slipping his fingers in
mine and leading me the few steps toward the bed.

I went willingly and stilled when I reached the edge of the
bed as he did.

Alex, slipping both hands onto my waist, encouraged me to
turn around. With my face toward the mattress and my back to him, he dipped his
head to my shoulder and began to nibble and lick my throat. His hands smoothed
easily around my front and upward until he was cupping a breast in each. While
he rolled the globes of flesh in his large, firm fingers, I mewled and pushed
my buttocks into him. His erection poked at the base of my spine and he
chuckled against my neck.

“Lie down,” he urged, guiding me to the bed with a quick
nudge of his hips.

Not really understanding what he had planned, I simply
followed his direction. Reaching out with both hands, I slid them up the
smooth, crisp sheet and lifted one knee at a time onto the mattress. For a
moment, I remained that way, on all fours, waiting for him to make us one.

“Lie down,” he repeated, placing one flat palm between my
shoulder blades and the other at the top of my buttocks. Carefully, he gave me
a little push, until my body followed his direction and lay flat out on the
bed.

The mattress gave as he joined me. I felt his knees either
side of mine and then he was bending over me. His hands were massaging my back
and shoulders, his lips trailing butterfly kisses down the length of my spine. 
As he came back up, he moved the rest of his body with him, draping it over me.

Alex kept some of his weight on his elbows, but as his mouth
reached my earlobe, the bulk of his upper body was pressing exquisitely down on
me. Lifting my head from the mattress, I offered him my lips and he immediately
claimed them.

“Open your legs,” he mumbled into my mouth.

Sliding my tongue over his, I did as he asked, shuffling my
thighs apart until his legs prevented me from going any further.

Alex, adjusted his hips and I felt the engorged head of his
cock graze down my buttock and eventually slip between my distended folds.

“Mmm,” I groaned, as he tore his lips from mine.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he panted, gradually pushing his
hips forward with soft, undulating movements.

 I had been about to laugh it off. After all, I’d had him
inside me four times before. He was big, but I was starting to loosen up and
every time, it got easier to take him. However, I was not prepared for the
sensation this angle would create. It felt so much deeper than anything I’d
experienced. With my thighs only a few inches apart, it was tighter too. My
mouth fell open in a silent scream as I felt his hardness rubbing against that
sweet spot on my front wall.

“You need me to stop?” he asked, his voice dark and
gravelly. It sounded as though stopping would be difficult for him.

 Blindly reaching an arm behind me, I groped thin air for a
few seconds before I found his forearm to anchor me. “D-d-don’t stop,” I
stumbled, my long, loose hair falling over my face and obscuring my sight.

I released a primal cry of ecstasy as he pushed his hips all
the way to my buttocks and pressed me into the mattress with a sweaty torso.

“Now,” he gasped, his chest moving frantically over my back
and causing my erect nipples to rub almost painfully over the bed sheet. “Close
your legs,” he continued.

As I brought my thighs back together, I moaned at the added
intensity of the sensation, and a rumbling growl came from Alex.

Taking a couple of composing breaths, he continued to kiss
me and murmur affectionate nonsense in my ear, then he began to move. His
thrusts were not aggressive or powerful, they couldn’t be. But they didn’t need
to be either. I could feel every minute movement of his body and knew the
pressure on his length must have been equally strong.

Every time he drove forward, his hips struck my buttocks
with a light slap.

“Argh,” I squealed, feeling the yearning tightening my
channel each time he moved.

Alex was breathing raggedly, grunting and groaning, his warm
lips so close to my neck and shoulders. His lower half thrust in rhythm with
the noises he made.

I was becoming hot and sweaty, my body covered in him.
Writhing in the restless, teetering moments before the wave broke, I sucked my
lower lip between my teeth and held my breath.

The explosion was violent and sudden, causing me to squeeze
my eyes shut as a wanton scream escaped my lips. Blinding white lights danced across
my closed lids, and my brain hammered to the beat of my pulsing sex. “Ugh,” I
cried. “Ugh, ugh, Alex!”

He still moved within me, but it was becoming labored. The
hand, which rested on the bed adjacent to my face, began to grip the sheet and
he groaned as if in pain. “Jesus,” he hissed. “I can’t...it’s too...” His
efforts were then cut off by a guttural gasp and the trembling of his hips
against the cheeks of my ass. “Argh,” he exhaled, liquid heat shooting from him
and branding me.

Another small crest of pleasure shook me, as I felt the
power of his ejaculation. My limbs melting into the bed, I released a contented
sigh while his body emptied itself into mine.

L
ater that evening, we
lay completely naked in the middle of the bed, perspiration chilling on our
skin. Drapes at the window still open, an amber glow from the street bathed the
room and I watched the steady sway of car headlights that swished across the
ceiling.

Alex was right next to me, one leg draped over mine,
pressing his flaccid penis against my side. His elbow was propped on the pillow
with a hand supporting his head, and he peered quietly at me. The fingers of
his other hand moved absentmindedly over my torso, gently stroking my belly in
nondescript patterns and occasionally sliding higher to play with my breasts.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, his voice so deep and
masculine that I thought it alone could make me climax again.

Weak, I continued to lay flat on my back, my right arm
stretched all the way across my body and resting on his slim, solid hip. “Hmm?”
I mumbled, sleepily.

“What are you thinking?” he repeated.

Barely able to move, I turned only my head. “Just wondering
if the people in the adjoining suites thought you were murdering me,” I told
him, a tired but happy smile distorting my mouth.

His tight abdomen flexed against the curve of my waist, as
he breathed a brief chuckle. “The rooms are soundproofed,” he softly replied.

“That’s probably just as well,” I said, my heavy eyelids
drooping.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” he murmured.

Shuffling a little closer, I nestled my face to his chest.
“Hmm, me too.”

“It’s like there’s no one else in the world,” he added,
thoughtfully.

Humming in agreement, I breathed the wonderfully sexy smell
of his sweat mingled with the remnants of shower gel. Eyes still closed, I felt
myself being dragged into that divine darkness, but I was just aware of his
breath on the top of my head and then his lips pressing against my scalp.

When I awoke, I was alone in the bed and I was covered with
a sheet. Senses struggling to clear the residue of sleep, I groaned and blinked
as I lifted my head from the plump pillow. Looking both to my left and right, I
expected to find Alex somewhere, but there was no trace of him. I listened, wondering
if he was in the bathroom or the suite’s luxurious living room. However, there
was no sound save for my own breathing.

Eventually, my gaze moved to the bedside table to check the
time. Only the digital clock was obscured by a note, written on the hotel
letter-headed pad. ‘Sorry I’m not there. You looked so peaceful; I didn’t want
to wake you. Had some business to attend to, but will try to get back before
midday. Love, Alex.’

When he did get back, it was almost two in the afternoon. I
had been showered, dressed, and ready for him for two and half hours. He walked
in to find me sitting on the couch, my brow furrowed as I tried to follow a
Parisian news channel. With my limited knowledge of French, I was relying
predominantly on the images.

“Hi,” he greeted me, closing the door and tossing his laptop
case into an armchair.

“Hey,” I replied, lifting my face to him. “I was starting to
worry.”

“Sorry,” he replied, his features unusually somber.
“Something came up,” he offered.

“Something wrong?” I asked, getting up from the couch and
shutting the television off.

Alex loosened his tie before unclasping the first button of
his shirt. Then, slipping both hands into his pockets, he sighed.
“I...umm...promised that I wouldn’t lie to you again,” he began. “In the middle
of the meeting, I got a phone call.”

The look on his face told me that he was worried about
whatever it was he had to tell me. I waited with dread for him to get it over
with, praying that he wasn’t about to rip my world apart.

“I agreed to meet her,” he said, knowing that it would be
obvious which ‘her’ he was referring to. “I had planned to just accept the
terms she’d been asking for,” he added quickly. “I just want to get this
divorce over with, so I can move on with my life.” Fixing his expressive eyes
on me, he added, “So
we
can move on.”

“I’m,” I mumbled, “sensing a ‘but’.”

“She’s no longer satisfied with that deal,” he said, his jaw
flexing in that way it did on those rare occasions when he was angry. “She’s
demanding more.”

“How can she do that?”

“She’s going to claim that...” he paused, his gaze not quite
able to remain on my face, “...I caused the breakup of our marriage by having
an affair.”

“I don’t...”I shook my head, trying to make sense of what
he’d said. The day before, he’d told me there had been no one else. And, if he
had been unfaithful, why was his wife only just bringing that into the
proceedings.

“I think she knows it’s not true,” he continued. “She’s just
a—” he stopped himself, tossing his eyes to the ceiling. “She’s just spiteful,”
he sighed.

The penny slowly beginning to drop, my mouth fell open.
“Me?” I asked.

Reluctantly, he nodded, his eyes drifting back to mine.
“She’s going to claim that we’ve been seeing each other for months.”

“But we haven’t,” I blurted. “We didn’t even meet until a
few weeks ago.”

“I know,” he softly said, stepping forward. “But she intends
to say that we’ve known each other much longer, and that I gave you the job so
that we’d have more time together.”

“But that’s...” I weakly argued.

“I know,” he repeated calmly. “But it’s her word against
mine,” he added, with a shrug.

“So?” I mumbled, my wide eyes searching his. “So, what?
You’re just going to let her lie?”

“No,” he instantly responded. “I’m going to fight it, but I
just wanted to warn you...” he shook his head apologetically. “Things could get
a little messy and, if you don’t want to be a part of that, then...” Removing a
hand from his pocket, he slowly reached out and stroked my upper arm. “I would
understand,” he quietly announced.

I didn’t know what to say. It was all too much to take in.
The rest of our time in Paris was spent with us in separate, and very distant,
contemplative bubbles. Alex didn’t push me to reach a decision, and I was too
overwhelmed by how quickly my life had become so complicated. Was I prepared to
be thrown into the middle of Alex’s divorce?