Billionaire Beast (Billionaire Bikers MC #2) (2 page)

Whistling, she arranged all the chairs and grabbed a
quick cloth to dust down the table.

She loved her job. Working as Richard’s PA took her
around the world, and she got to experience different kinds of cultures and
admire a variety of countries. Not only did she love the travel, she actually
enjoyed working with her boss, who was rather testy at times. He intrigued her.

Still, he was her boss, and there was no way he’d
cross that kind of line. She never expected him to. Temperance wouldn’t even
dream of trying to tempt him.

“What are you doing?” Richard asked.

Spinning around toward the door, she saw him standing in
the entrance. One of his hands was in his pants pocket, and the other holding
the door handle.

“You don’t think all your offices are pristine, do
you? I’m just getting it ready for your first meeting of the day. Would you
rather I stop?”

“Don’t we have cleaners for that job?”

“I can run a cloth along a surface. It’s no big deal.”

“I pay you to work for me.”

“I am.”

He shook his head. “No, this is not working for me.
This is cleaning.”

Temperance frowned.

“Let me put it another way, do I need to hire a
cleaner during the day?” He stepped into the room and started to advance toward
her.

She stayed where she was. “I really don’t understand
where you’re going with this line of questioning.”

Richard kept on walking until he stood right in front
of her. The scent of his cologne was intoxicating. She was sure she detected a
hint of leather and the scent of oil.

“The question I’m asking, Temperance Harris, is do I
need to hire a cleaner seeing as you were not at your desk? I had to answer the
phone in your absence.”

It was like a fog had descended over her brain making
everything all hazy.

Nothing happened. Richard stood within her private
space, and she couldn’t think. “A new cleaner?”

“It would mean you’d remain at your desk. I always
wondered why you’d disappear an hour before a meeting. Now I know.”

Was he whispering? His breath seemed to fan her face.

As she glanced down at his body, Temperance’s cheeks
heated. Pressed against the front of his pants was his large cock, and she had
to contain her sudden fear. He was huge, and not just biker huge. This was porn
star huge.

“You want me back at my desk?”

“Yes, I want you back at your desk.”

“All right.” She brushed past him and headed toward
the door, but Richard caught her. “Is there anything I can get you?”

Richard didn’t speak, and she forced herself to look
up. He was staring at her curiously. “Yeah, there is.”

“What would you like?”

“I want to know who Bryan is.”

“Bryan? I don’t understand.”

“The person who called your desk. His name is Bryan,
and he wanted you to call right away. He said it was urgent.”

“Oh, Bryan. Right, yes, he’s my brother.”

“You have a brother?” he asked.

“Yes, I have a brother. I also have a little sister,
too. She’s in college right now, studying for an art major.”

“I never knew you had a brother.”

“He’s one of my contacts for emergencies. If you can’t
get my parents, he’s the next one in line.”

Richard tilted his head to the side, observing her. “I
never knew you had a family.”

Temperance smiled. “Everyone has a family.”

He released her arm. “Not me.”

“Surely you must have had some family.”

“None. I was passed through foster homes. Never did
stick.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“Are you married?” he asked.

“What? No. I’m not married.”

“Do you have a partner?”

“No, I’m single, why?”

“I’m just curious to know. I don’t seem to know a lot
about you.”

“Mr. Bruce, all of these questions can be answered on
my employment form. You have them on all your employees, and you wouldn’t let
me work for you without it.”

“Lifestyle choices change.”

Temperance stared at him. “Are
you
married?”

“No.”

“Single?”

“Yes.”

“What about that woman? She doesn’t strike me as a
sister or a work colleague.”

“Miss Harris, what are you doing?”

“I’m asking reasonable questions. The way I see it, if
you can ask them personally of me, then I can do the same of you. You once said
you believed in equality, providing your employees knew that the final decision
was your own.”

“You remembered that.” His lips gave a twinge as if he
was fighting a smile.

“I’m sorry that my brother called the office. I won’t
let it happen again.” She started walking toward the door, and was about to
exit when his voice stopped her.

“She’s a woman I fuck when the mood strikes me.”

Glancing at her boss over her shoulder, Temperance
couldn’t believe the flood of arousal that swept over her from his blatant
words.

He fucked in the office. She’d known all along, and
even though they were breaking the employer and employee code, she didn’t care.

****

It was getting late, and Jay knew it was going to be
another day where Temperance wouldn’t be returning home to their apartment. She
hadn’t even called this time. Her boss, Richard, he was starting to be a
problem. He saw the difference in her. She liked her boss. No, not just liked,
it was too subtle a word. Temperance wanted her boss. The desire was clear in
her eyes, and Jay didn’t know what to do. He was losing the only woman he ever
loved, and it was all his fault. She had never shown the slightest interest in
him after their time years ago. He didn’t want to lose her, but other than
sharing her with this boss, he didn’t know if he was ever going to win her
over.

Just the thought of his little Tempe losing herself
between him and another man had his cock so damn hard. She’d always had this
effect on him, consuming him with need.

If only he’d fought for her back then. They had a lot
of history.

I’m not going to let another guy take her from me.

Jay would do whatever he had to in order to keep her.
He needed to find out who this boss was.

Chapter Two

He hated O’Brian. The bastard was so smug, and thought
he knew what the hell he was doing. Richard stared across the table at the most
irritating man he’d ever done business with.

Sure, O’Brian’s cosmetics were the best quality, but
now he wanted to expand, and he also wanted to make a ludicrous advertisement
that starred not only actors and actresses, but also both porn stars and real
life people, since his cosmetics reached far and wide. They were so expensive,
though, and only the rich would spend a ridiculous amount on them. Once Richard
had the account, and O’Brian as part of his bigger brand, he’d make sure
everyone would be able to have them.

Richard didn’t believe in cutting the market in half
so only the wealthy could have what they wanted. He knew what life was like out
on the streets, being dirt poor, and having others look down on you because of
it. That wasn’t going to be the way he worked.

He glanced over at Temperance, who was sitting at his
right side, making notes. She was always so efficient. He’d made a fool of
himself earlier today with his reaction to her brother. At first he had thought
that she had a boyfriend, and he’d become aroused. The way Temperance responded
to him, he knew she was attracted to him. They had also crossed a line. He
didn’t know why he’d told her about Tina, but they had been dancing around this
for a long time. The tension was building between them.

“What do you think?” O’Brian asked.

“It sounds like a lot of work for makeup,” Richard
said.

“Please, this is
my
product. I’m telling you, it’ll reach far and wide. Miss Harris, what about
you?” O’Brian offered his supposedly warm, winning smile toward her.

“I’m sorry?” Temperance looked at him and then back at
O’Brian. “I’m not sure I follow.”

“Is that an O’Brian I detect on your beautiful face?”

Temperance shook her head. “No.” She said it so the O
at the end sounded long and drawn out. Richard couldn’t help but smile.

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t wear O’Brian products.”

Richard saw the change in his potential client. “Why
not?”

She looked toward him, and Richard raised a brow. He
didn’t give a shit if she insulted the egotistical bastard.

“Erm, they’re too expensive.”

“So you don’t get paid enough?”

Richard smirked.

“Actually, I get paid a great deal for the job I do.
What I don’t like is wasting the money on a bunch of foundation when it’s all
the same.” She pressed her lips together, looking sick.

He found it to be one of the funniest things he’d seen
all day. “What my very efficient PA is trying to say is that you’re currently a
limited market. The wealthy are more than happy to buy expensive products whereas
women on a smaller income couldn’t afford it.” Richard started to get into his
line of marketing the man’s product to the masses, and within time, going for
the entertainment industry using it as well. He saw he had already captured
O’Brian’s attention, and he just needed to draw him that final bit with the
figures.

Once he had O’Brian, they signed on the dotted line,
and Richard had now acquired another element to his empire.

“Well done,” Temperance said, later that night.

It was a little after ten, as the meeting had run on
for a lot longer than Richard anticipated.

“I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Yeah, right. You’re an expert in getting what you
want. You had that completely covered.” She packed away the files, and together
they made their way toward leaving the conference room. They made their way
back toward his office, and Richard went straight to his safe.

Taking the folders from her, he placed them inside,
and locked them away ready for tomorrow morning where he’d hand them to his
lawyer.

“It took you commenting about your foundation to finally
draw him in,” he said, wanting to give credit where credit was due.

“But I didn’t lie to you about that or about anything.
I don’t wear O’Brian products.”

“Is it because they’re overpriced?”

She pursed her lips. “Mostly. In the beginning it was
because they were too expensive. All foundation works. Then I met the guy
behind the makeup, and I didn’t like him, so I won’t buy any of his stuff. He’s
already got enough ego as it is.”

“I don’t have to market him, just his product.”

“I couldn’t believe how he wanted to market it with porn
stars, and regular people. Seriously, I feel like I was dealing with an
amateur. There are ways to handle different products.”

“Are you a prude?” he asked, leaning against the edge
of his desk. Temperance stood in front of him, so close that their legs were
almost touching.

“I’m not a prude.”

“The porn stars didn’t bother you?”

“Not at all. We’ve all got to earn a living, and we
all have ways of earning it. What I don’t agree with is putting everything in
one big box, and calling it neatly wrapped. I was thinking for the sultry line
get adult entertainers to work with it. As you go down his different lines,
you’ll see what appeals to some, and not others.”

“No prude?” he asked, not caring about O’Brian’s
cosmetics anymore.

“I’m not a prude.”

Richard stared into her green eyes and smiled. “If we
had a client who happened to be a porn star, and she wanted our help to expand
her production career, it wouldn’t bother you?”

“Not at all.”

“Watching sex all day?”

Temperance chuckled. “Would it bother you, boss?”

“No.”

“Are you sure? You seem to be hung up on me liking
it.”

“I just want to know your limits.”

She leaned forward a little more, resting her hands on
his thighs. “I don’t have any limits.”

They stayed like that for several seconds. She smelled
like cinnamon and spice, which he found to be a heady combination.

“No limits?”

“No. What about you?”

Richard slid his fingers into her hair, and gripped
the length tightly, drawing her closer toward him. “I’m a man without limits.”
Pulling her to him, he closed that small space between them so that she stood
pressed between his thighs.

“Richard?”

His name came from her lips in a moan. “What?”

“We’re crossing that line.”

He chuckled. “We crossed that line earlier today.”
Running a finger across her lips, he couldn’t help but wonder what they would
look like wrapped around his dick. They were so plump and soft. Pulling her in
that last little inch, he slammed his lips down on hers. Even perched on the
edge of his desk, he was taller than she was. She gave way to his mouth,
opening her lips, and he plunged right in, deepening the kiss. She tasted of
mints and coffee, a heady combination.

She gave a moan, and her hands moved up to cup his
waist.

They had indeed crossed whatever line held them, and
he didn’t care. All he wanted in that moment was her, bent over any surface so
that he could get her. She was so fucking sexy, and he wanted that surrounding
him. From the moment Temperance had come to work for him, she’d been driving
him crazy. There was a time when he never called the club whores to work to
service his need, but now he did it on a regular basis. The only reason was
because he couldn’t have this woman. If he could have Temperance, he wouldn’t
go to anyone else. She fired his need unlike anyone else.

“No, we can’t do this,” Temperance said, breaking from
the kiss.

Her lips were already red and raw.

“Why?”

“You’re my boss. I don’t want this to get weird.”

Grabbing her hand, he pressed it against his cock.
“This is already more than I can bear to take right now.” He stood up, wrapping
his arms around her, capturing her ass, and pulling her close. Richard rubbed
his cock against her stomach, letting her know exactly how hard he was.

He wasn’t small, not at all.

Growing up, he’d always been bigger, taller, wider. By
the time he was ten years old, he had no choice but to wear adult sizes, as his
own age wouldn’t fit him.

At thirteen, he was already having sex with girls
older than he was, and he even fucked a couple of women. Richard liked his
size, but he also knew that with it came the pain that women experienced. Sex always
had to be careful for him, even when he wanted to get down dirty and rough.

It had been a long time since he’d felt this yearning,
this ache to be with someone.

Tilting her head back, he claimed her lips, and spun
them around, lifting her up so that Temperance was on the desk in front of him.
He lifted up her skirt, scoring his nails up her thighs, finding that she
wasn’t wearing pantyhose. Fuck, his cock thickened even more if that was possible.

All this time he’d thought her smooth thighs were
because of some tights or stockings, when in fact, it was just her skin.

When the skirt wouldn’t go up anymore, he broke from
the kiss, trailing his lips down her collarbone, and then over her shirt. He
sucked her nipple through her shirt, happy that she wasn’t wearing a padded
bra.

Her tits were so large, and he wanted to see them. His
hands were busy though. He grabbed her panties, and tore them right off her
body, leaving her juicy pussy exposed. The scent of her musky cunt was making
his mouth water.

Moving onto the next breast, he sucked her nipple into
his mouth so that she had twin wet patches on her shirt. It was one of the
hottest things he’d ever witnessed, and one he wanted to see again.

He knelt down in front of her, dragging her to the
edge of his desk, and tilting her back, so that she had no choice but to rest
on her hands.

“Oh God, Richard, what are you doing?”

“I’m going to taste this pretty pussy. You’re already
wet for me, baby. You want my tongue on this pretty clit?” He didn’t give her a
chance to respond before he was swiping his tongue through her cream, moaning
as her taste exploded on his tongue.

She was so sweet and musky. He wanted more. Sliding
his tongue inside her, he fingered her clit. She was so slick that her cream
was spilling out of her cunt and leaking down to her ass.

“Yes, yes, yes, just like that. Oh, wow,” she said,
rubbing her pussy all over his face.

Removing his fingers, he gripped the edge of her shirt
and tugged, so that buttons sprayed all over his office. His cock was to the
point of pain where it was stuck inside his pants, and he quickly released it,
rubbing the pre-cum all over the tip and sides of his dick.

Flicking his tongue over her clit, he couldn’t resist
dipping inside her.

Creating a little pattern, he caressed her clit with
his tongue, and then slid down, fucking inside her so that her cum dripped onto
his tongue for him to swallow. One hand was on his cock, and the other he
glided up her body, cupping the lace bra she wore, and pulling it aside. Her
tit spilled out, and he started to play with her nipple, pinching it.
Temperance arched up into his touch, her body clearly on fire for what he
needed.

She looked so fucking inviting. Her legs splayed open,
getting eaten by her boss. It was how porn movies started, and he had to say,
she was the best star he could ever want.

“Do you like that, Temperance?” he asked. “You like
being spread over my desk, giving me what I want?”

She moaned in answer.

Plunging two fingers inside her pussy, he tongued her
clit, wanting her to ride his hand and face to completion.

He wanted Temperance to think of nothing but him, to
wipe every single memory of everyone she’d ever been with before.

Sucking on her clit, he used his teeth to create a
little more pain, and then soothed out the pain with the flat of his tongue.
Her hands gripped the edge of the desk, holding on tightly as he sucked her
pussy, loving the taste of her cum. She was fucking juicy, and he wouldn’t need
to use lubricant to get inside her.

“I’m going to come,” she said, gasping as her pussy
started to spasm around his fingers, tightening.

Richard was relentless on her pussy, wanting her
sounds of pleasure. She’d be screaming his name by the end of the night, and he
wasn’t going to stop now.

Pulling a condom out of his pocket, as he always kept
them on him, he teased her clit as the last waves of her orgasm started to fade
away. Tearing into the foil, he worked quickly, sliding the condom down his
length. He used both hands, and within seconds, he was standing between her
thighs, running the tip against her slit, coating his dick.

At her entrance, he stared into her green eyes as he
slowly started to press inside her. She was so tight, but he was also so big.
Her pussy was still contracting, and with each tug of her fading orgasm, she
took him a little deeper.