Billionaire With a Twist 3 (10 page)

We held our breath as he handed the
check over. It was for the full amount.

We didn’t have to fake the relief
that showed in our faces.

“The lawyers will have it
finalized by the end of the day,” he said, tossing back one
last gulp of red wine before heading for the door. “Hey,”
he said, stopping halfway there and looking back with a wicked glint
in his eye, “why don’t we announce this development at
the Martinville Expo? It’s the perfect place to declare the end
of an old era, and the beginning of a new one.”

“Sure!” Hunter agreed.

He said it so eagerly I was afraid for
a second that Chuck would catch on to us.

But he was too happy with the wool he
thought he’d pulled over our eyes, and with his newfound
importance; he was already out the door and on his way to the Senate.
I hoped he treasured those memories, because if Hunter and I had our
way, he wouldn’t have any more like them any time soon.

I gazed up at Hunter and grinned, the
check on the table between us like the promise of a bright new
future. He grinned back.

We’d done it.

Only a little further to go, and all
our dreams would come true.

An owl hooted softly in the distance,
working late to bring home the daily bread—or mouse, in its
case.
You and me both,
I thought to myself with a wry smile.
It seemed like ages since I had seen the sun, and it also seemed like
there couldn’t possibly be enough time to get everything ready
before tomorrow.

It was the last night before the big
expo, and there was no way I was getting any sleep. Not when every
time I tried to lie down, I thought up another last minute touch that
would make everything just perfect and go off without a single hitch.
So I’d given up on my guesthouse bed and headed to the dining
room of the manor, not for the first time cursing both Hunter and
myself for agreeing to put our personal relationship on the back
burner until we had this new business stuff figured out. What a
stupid idea that had been. Stupid, stupid, stupid. A few hours in his
bed and I knew my nerves would be nothing but a distant memory. But
it was too late to go back on my word now, and I wasn’t
pathetic enough to go pound on his door and beg for him to let me in
like a cat in heat. Then again…
no!
Focus.

For now, I’d distract myself by
going over all the presentation graphics for the umpteenth time.
Sandra had really outdone herself, tweaking the concepts we already
had in place for the first campaign into something distinctive and
completely new. I hadn’t caught any imperfections so far, but I
couldn’t stop fussing over them. What if I missed something?

What if I didn’t miss anything
and it still didn’t work?

It had to work. It just had to.

“How’s it going?”

Hunter was lounging in the doorway, a
black V-neck tee clinging to his chest and shoulders, cargo pants
hanging loosely around his hips. Mmm-hmm. Talk about midnight snack.
I took a minute just to drink in the sight of him before I replied.
“Fine. Nervous, but fine. You know how it is.”

“I do indeed,” he said with
a warm, kind smile. “Can I offer the nervous but fine lady a
drink?”

“I won’t say no to that,”
I said, leaning back from the table and stretching my tired
shoulders. “What’s on tap?”

He pulled out a bottle from behind his
back, looking sneakily pleased. “Oh, just this old thing.”

I took it from him and sipped; it was
delicious, like an iced tea lemonade all grown up and squeezed into a
cocktail dress. “Mmmm, that’s good. What’s this
one?”

“A new flavor I’m
experimenting with. I take it you approve?”

“If they’re all half as
good as this, you can put me on taste test duty anytime,” I
told him. I hesitated before adding, “I’m glad to see you
so…enthusiastic again. Excited. You’re lit up, like
you’re back to being this unstoppable force.”

“It feels good,” he
admitted, taking a seat next to me, his knee pressing against mine.
“To be building something on my own now, to know that I can
build something, that I wasn’t just following in the family
footsteps because I couldn’t do anything else. I think…”
He ducked his head, oddly shy for a moment. “I think my
grandfather would have approved.”

I reached out, ran a gentle hand
through his hair. “What was he like?” I asked softly.

“Hard as nails,” Hunter
said with a rueful grin. “My parents would drop me off here so
they could attend business meetings in the big city without worrying
about me, and I’d sulk my head off—no movie theater to
walk to? What was the world coming to?” He gave a little laugh.
“But my grandpa took me out to the woods each day. Didn’t
say much, would just start whittling, or looking through his
binoculars, or setting up a duck blind or a fishing pole. He’d
let me rant and rave and whine and when I’d finally tired
myself out, there he’d be, with this little smile on his face,
like he was in the best, most interesting place on the whole planet,
like he was privileged to be there. Eventually I got so tired of
whining I gave up and gave paying attention like him a try. And when
I saw what he saw—the plants and the animals, the earth and the
air and the water, the way they all fit together like pieces of some
grand plan—when I saw that, I knew he was right.”

“That’s beautiful,” I
whispered. I cupped his cheek. “I feel the same way about this
place—it’s the most amazing land I’ve ever seen. I
want to know all its secrets.”

Hunter smiled. “I just wish I’d
told him, before he passed. How much he taught me.”

My heart broke for him. “Oh,
Hunter…”

“It’s all right,” he
said. “I’ve learned from that mistake. I’ll always
tell people how much they mean to me from now on.” He put his
hand on my knee, his thumb making circles on my skin. “I
couldn’t do this without you, Ally. I’ll never be able to
thank you enough.”

“I should be thanking you,”
I whispered, and I was going to say more but then our lips were so
close, and then our lips were touching, hesitant at first until he
pressed back more firmly; my tongue darted out and teased into his
mouth, stroking and caressing in the way that I knew would make him
groan into me, move his hand to the back of my neck and press me
closer, yes, just like that.

Back burner, what back burner? Who’d
said anything about a back burner? Not this girl.

His hands slid up my waist to cup my
breasts, his thumbs teasing over my nipples, hardening against his
touch until I squirmed in my seat. Another slow, teasing circle, and
I couldn’t take it anymore, had to clamber into his lap, my
skirt riding up to my waist as I pressed my cunt against the thick
bulge of his erection.

I wasn’t wearing any panties, and
by the way Hunter groaned and bucked up into me, he could tell.

I slid down the length of him, blowing
a warm stream of air against his fly, making him groan and jerk his
head back against the table. I smiled wickedly as I slid his pants
down, freeing his hard cock. I stroked him, savoring the length and
breadth of him, my pussy clenching tight at the thought that he would
soon be inside me.

“Oh God, Ally, amazing, you’re
so amazing, that feels so good…”

“This will feel even better,”
I promised, and I took him into my mouth.

Now that we weren’t in a
restaurant bathroom, I had the luxury of really taking my time with
him. I laved the bottom of his cock, my tongue searching downward to
flick softly against his most delicate spots before I licked my way
back up to the tip and sucked him deep into my throat.

At the sound of Hunter’s moan, I
released him to tease at the sensitive skin under his head, then took
him deep again. He groaned as if there were a road’s worth of
gravel in his throat, his hand finding the back of my neck and
massaging it with grateful fervor, his strong fingers digging into
the muscles of my shoulders. I hummed around him, finding my rhythm,
savoring the taste of him and the way he writhed under my
ministrations, helpless before the touch of my lips and tongue…

He groaned again, and pulled me away
and upwards. “Need you,” he growled against the shell of
my ear, pushing me back onto the table, spreading my legs as he
clambered on top of me. The papers behind me on the table rustled as
he settled his weight over me and thrust his hard cock into my wet,
waiting pussy.

“Oh!” My hands scrabbled at
the polished wood as he filled me up, gripping futilely at the edges
of the table before coming up to dig into the small of his back. He
was still wearing his shirt, why was he still wearing his shirt—I
ripped it off, threw it across the room, and pressed myself up
against him, wrapping my legs around his hips as my hands explored
the planes of his chest and back, that sweat-slick skin, so smooth
and perfect—my tongue flicked out, licked a drop of sweat from
his neck, and he moaned, thrust harder into me, his head falling into
the niche between my neck and shoulder, his breath coming in hard
fast pants that made my pussy clench tighter around his dick.

“Want to sink into you,” he
murmured against my skin. “Want to sink into you and be with
you always, be strong with you, feel you with me, feel you around
me—”

“I’m with you, I’m
with you,” I moaned, biting at his shoulder, clawing at his
back, God, I needed him so badly, needed more and more of him and
more was never enough—“You feel so good inside me, don’t
ever want you not inside me, come in me, Hunter, fuck me hard and
come in my pussy—”

He ripped my nightshirt open, the
sweat-soaked fabric sticking to the table as he bent his head further
and sucked on my right nipple, hard, his fingers twisting and
pinching my left. I yelped, practically levitating off the table as
the sensations shot through me. “Oh God, Hunter, oh, Hunter,
Hunter, Hunter—”

He thrust harder, then harder again,
and then I felt him come inside me, and that sent me over the edge of
my own orgasm, stars bursting behind my eyelids like a thousand
galaxies as I came harder than I ever had before.

#

When we could both walk again, Hunter
scooped me up in his arms and carried me to bed—his bed. He
laid me out like a work of art on the cool white sheets and kissed
the pale skin of my ankle. My eyes fluttered shut as I gave a
contented sigh, and his warm lips traveled further up my leg, his
tongue stroking along the sensitive skin on the backs of my knees,
teasing along the edge of my thigh. I whimpered, pressing upward,
needing more.

“Tell me what you want.”
His whisper was a flame licking along my skin.

“Wait. I—I thought we were
putting all this on hold.” I hated myself for betraying my
lust, but I didn’t want either of us to have any regrets later.

Hunter paused. “We can, of
course. If that’s what you want.”

My brow wrinkled in confusion. “I
thought that’s what you wanted. So we could focus on the
business, and the expo coming up.”

He shook his head. “I agreed to
that because I thought it’s what
you
wanted.”

A grin spilled across my face. I didn’t
know what to say. We’d been so stupid.

Hunter climbed up next to me, turning
me toward him on my side so we were eye to eye. “Look. I’ve
had enough of this tiptoeing around bullshit, all the trying to hide
how we feel from each other, the constantly forcing ourselves to ‘do
the right thing’ thing. Enough’s enough.”

His hands reached down to grip my ass
tight and he pulled me against him roughly, the line of his cock
edging between my thighs. “So tell me what you really want,
Ally. Because I want you.” The look in his eyes was dangerous,
hungry, full of desire.

“Lick me,” I gasped, and he
did.

He pressed me back against the sheets
and kissed his way down my body, pausing along the way to nip and
suck at the sensitive skin of my breasts and belly. When I could
barely stand how much I needed to feel his mouth on me, he finally
pushed my knees apart and spread me wide open, his broad tongue
making a long stroke up the center of my pussy before circling around
my clit.

“God, yes,” I panted. This
was exactly what I wanted.

He dipped low, his tongue plunging into
my cunt to stroke its walls, his nose rocking against my clit as his
fingers ghosted over my thighs to my waist, gripped tight against my
hips, pulled me firmly against his eager mouth so I could ride his
tongue.

I writhed against him, lost in a sea of
overwhelming sensations… “Oh, Hunter, please…”

I could feel him grin against me, the
heat of his breath only fanning the flames of my aching need. I felt
as though I would burst, my fingers clenching tight around his
powerful shoulders. He kissed me even more deeply, his lips soft and
avid, his tongue stroking, teasing, demanding—his hand slid
around my thigh and his fingers entered me, crooking slowly at first
and then more quickly, building to a frenetic rhythm as I bucked
against him, whimpering.

“Oh, Hunter, Hunter, I…”
So much I wanted to say, and I couldn’t say it, the words lost
in the heat between my legs, the beating of my heart. I pressed up
against him instead, whimpering as he nipped at my thigh, nuzzled and
then sucked hard enough to leave a hickey. I gasped. “Oh, oh,
oh…”

“Tell me what you want.”
His voice was low, harsh with desire. It made me dizzy, made me bold.
“Say it.”

His touch was making my whole world
spin, there was only the feel of his skin, the touch of his fingers
and lips and the way I opened up to them, only the soft wet sounds of
our bodies coming together…

“You,” I managed. “You,
always you, only ever you…”

He pulled back and flipped me onto my
stomach, the cool fabric exquisite agony against my stimulated
nipples. He spread my legs, one hand holding me open as the other
slid up to cup my breast.